Oh, this pairing... XD
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kh_drabbleChallenge: None.
Title: Breathe Me
Word Count: 800 >_o kapow. Too long for a challenge, I know, but my definition of a 'drabble' has come to include all pieces under 1000 words XD
Spoilers/Warnings: For Kairi's fate in KHII; PG13, extremely light implications of naughtiness oh noes.
Notes: Nothing And Moonlight <-- READ THIS!![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
crimsoncookie's most recent and incredibly beautiful work. Cause um, this drabble turned out to be pretty much a fanfic for it XD Unintentional, but so it goes. So yeah. Scenario and inspiration is all thanks to miss ceci. I love you, darling. x-posted to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
kh_sacredmoon
For Sora, it was easy. He was told they were the bad guys, and so they were the bad guys: no questions asked.
For Riku, it wasn’t quite so black-and-white. Having spent so long among them, he’d come to view them very much how he viewed himself: fragmented, but human in the general sense (on most days, anyway). If he could choose between Darkness and Light, certainly they could as well. And inevitably, there would be those who he would friend, and those who he would fight.
For Kairi, it was sudden and stumbling and wholly irresistible.
She was only struggling weakly now, having been fighting for far too long. Somewhere nearby, Pluto was barking, whinebarking in a tone she’d not yet heard from him: thin and wiry, on the brink of snapping in half. She wanted to cry out herself, but her voice was catching dry in her throat, and the only word she could think of anyway was a barely tangible Sora— She called for him silently, whimpered his name as she pushed against the black that held her fast—sheaves of black that pinioned her arms, subdued her legs, restrained her head so all she could see if she opened her eyes (they were shut so tight not even tears could leak through) was endless endless black—
“Kairi. Open your eyes.”
Her body went still as a gasp; for a moment she simply lay limp in his arms.
“Kairi.” She was spinning, turning forcibly around in his grip. “Open your eyes.” His voice was even and cold, yet quietly demanding; she understood suddenly why Axel had stopped dead in the corridor when he’d heard it.
Biting her lip, swallowing hard, she opened her eyes.
It wasn’t the bright swirling white of the room that first caught her attention; it was the heart-shaped moon that hung low in the sky beyond, eerie golden glow filtering in through the windows like sanded-down sunlight. Kairi squinted and found herself wincing, for somehow she knew what it was before he said—
“Kingdom Hearts.” His chest rose slightly against her head. “Look upon the rage of the Keyblade, Kairi.”
Pluto had become deathly quiet; she could hear his paws shifting uneasy against the strange white floor. Well, if he wasn’t going to be brave for both of them... Tentatively, she opened her mouth: “The…rage of the—?”
“Yes. The origin of Kingdom Hearts, where our hearts are locked away.”
—and shut it tight again. Her mind was swirling, suddenly overwrought with questions that she couldn’t get her mouth to work out. She could hear her own heart now, hammering fast in her chest. “Why are you—… Where your hearts are—… What do you—… You don’t have a—?” She was babbling, overwhelmed, tears threatening to spill—
And it was then that a large, leathered hand came down soft on her chest, over her beating heart. She gasped. “No,” he murmured, his voice rumbling in her body. “I do not have a heart.”
And she realized, slowly, that there was no pulse in his wrist.
“You…you don’t have a heart,” she barely echoed.
His hand pressed against her chest, slightly harder. “This upsets you.”
She winced, fists tightening white at her sides. “I don’t understand… Sora wouldn’t…” Hopelessly, as the tears spilled over, “He wouldn’t—”
Somewhere, Pluto whimpered.
And Saix pressed his mouth to Kairi’s head.
Her breath hitched.
“Think of him, just like that,” he whispered into her hair, his hand moving to stroke her chest, her heart. “Think of the Keyblade Master. Let me feel your affection for him.”
There was a cracking sound—the world splitting in two—and Kairi slammed her eyes shut again, locking herself up in darkness. Saix’s breath was warm on her skin, his gloved hand searching, searching. He was so close, all around her, all consuming—the absence of his heart so overwhelming—lost somewhere in Kingdom Hearts—carved by the rage of the Keyblade—by Sora—Sora Sora Sora—
He released her with a whisper’s subtlety, left her body like a breeze, and she sank, unsupported, to her knees, to the concrete floor of a holding cell.
When she opened her eyes, she was watching him through bars—watching him walk away down a long white corridor, leaving her breathless and aching, the neediness of his hands painted red on her chest, the absence of his heartbeat ringing loud in her ears.
Sora would not have felt a thing. He would have pushed forward, fought back with the Light he’d always possessed.
Riku would have smirked, made some comment like ‘tough shit’—and done the same.
Out of the three, Kairi was the most inclined to sympathize.
Saix knew it.
When he came for her, beckoning, hand outstretched—she took it, and did not fight back.
And the rage of the Keyblade boiled.
Title: Breathe Me
Word Count: 800 >_o kapow. Too long for a challenge, I know, but my definition of a 'drabble' has come to include all pieces under 1000 words XD
Spoilers/Warnings: For Kairi's fate in KHII; PG13, extremely light implications of naughtiness oh noes.
Notes: Nothing And Moonlight <-- READ THIS!
crimsoncookie's most recent and incredibly beautiful work. Cause um, this drabble turned out to be pretty much a fanfic for it XD Unintentional, but so it goes. So yeah. Scenario and inspiration is all thanks to miss ceci. I love you, darling. x-posted to kh_sacredmoonFor Sora, it was easy. He was told they were the bad guys, and so they were the bad guys: no questions asked.
For Riku, it wasn’t quite so black-and-white. Having spent so long among them, he’d come to view them very much how he viewed himself: fragmented, but human in the general sense (on most days, anyway). If he could choose between Darkness and Light, certainly they could as well. And inevitably, there would be those who he would friend, and those who he would fight.
For Kairi, it was sudden and stumbling and wholly irresistible.
She was only struggling weakly now, having been fighting for far too long. Somewhere nearby, Pluto was barking, whinebarking in a tone she’d not yet heard from him: thin and wiry, on the brink of snapping in half. She wanted to cry out herself, but her voice was catching dry in her throat, and the only word she could think of anyway was a barely tangible Sora— She called for him silently, whimpered his name as she pushed against the black that held her fast—sheaves of black that pinioned her arms, subdued her legs, restrained her head so all she could see if she opened her eyes (they were shut so tight not even tears could leak through) was endless endless black—
“Kairi. Open your eyes.”
Her body went still as a gasp; for a moment she simply lay limp in his arms.
“Kairi.” She was spinning, turning forcibly around in his grip. “Open your eyes.” His voice was even and cold, yet quietly demanding; she understood suddenly why Axel had stopped dead in the corridor when he’d heard it.
Biting her lip, swallowing hard, she opened her eyes.
It wasn’t the bright swirling white of the room that first caught her attention; it was the heart-shaped moon that hung low in the sky beyond, eerie golden glow filtering in through the windows like sanded-down sunlight. Kairi squinted and found herself wincing, for somehow she knew what it was before he said—
“Kingdom Hearts.” His chest rose slightly against her head. “Look upon the rage of the Keyblade, Kairi.”
Pluto had become deathly quiet; she could hear his paws shifting uneasy against the strange white floor. Well, if he wasn’t going to be brave for both of them... Tentatively, she opened her mouth: “The…rage of the—?”
“Yes. The origin of Kingdom Hearts, where our hearts are locked away.”
—and shut it tight again. Her mind was swirling, suddenly overwrought with questions that she couldn’t get her mouth to work out. She could hear her own heart now, hammering fast in her chest. “Why are you—… Where your hearts are—… What do you—… You don’t have a—?” She was babbling, overwhelmed, tears threatening to spill—
And it was then that a large, leathered hand came down soft on her chest, over her beating heart. She gasped. “No,” he murmured, his voice rumbling in her body. “I do not have a heart.”
And she realized, slowly, that there was no pulse in his wrist.
“You…you don’t have a heart,” she barely echoed.
His hand pressed against her chest, slightly harder. “This upsets you.”
She winced, fists tightening white at her sides. “I don’t understand… Sora wouldn’t…” Hopelessly, as the tears spilled over, “He wouldn’t—”
Somewhere, Pluto whimpered.
And Saix pressed his mouth to Kairi’s head.
Her breath hitched.
“Think of him, just like that,” he whispered into her hair, his hand moving to stroke her chest, her heart. “Think of the Keyblade Master. Let me feel your affection for him.”
There was a cracking sound—the world splitting in two—and Kairi slammed her eyes shut again, locking herself up in darkness. Saix’s breath was warm on her skin, his gloved hand searching, searching. He was so close, all around her, all consuming—the absence of his heart so overwhelming—lost somewhere in Kingdom Hearts—carved by the rage of the Keyblade—by Sora—Sora Sora Sora—
He released her with a whisper’s subtlety, left her body like a breeze, and she sank, unsupported, to her knees, to the concrete floor of a holding cell.
When she opened her eyes, she was watching him through bars—watching him walk away down a long white corridor, leaving her breathless and aching, the neediness of his hands painted red on her chest, the absence of his heartbeat ringing loud in her ears.
Sora would not have felt a thing. He would have pushed forward, fought back with the Light he’d always possessed.
Riku would have smirked, made some comment like ‘tough shit’—and done the same.
Out of the three, Kairi was the most inclined to sympathize.
Saix knew it.
When he came for her, beckoning, hand outstretched—she took it, and did not fight back.
And the rage of the Keyblade boiled.
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