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kh_drabbleChallenge: [137] Identity
Title: Nothing To Get Hung About
Word Count: 476
Notes: Riku musing on the Replica, in a way.This is for Tommy and Gina who never backed down XDDD
It took him a moment to realize that he had won. He'd lost track of how long it had been, fighting against this thing that looked just like him. But then one slash with Soul Eater, one just a little quicker then the other Riku's counter-attack and, he saw, he'd won. For Riku's face was spilt and bloody for only a moment before it started to fade.
He wasn't sure what to say. It was horrific to watch Riku's (the other Riku, he reminded himself quickly) face contort into a most pained expression of realization. "I'm...well...not real, huh? Than even what I'm feeling now is probably fake..."
"What are you feeling?" Riku hadn't meant to ask so bluntly. But though he was him and they were the almost the same, Riku wasn't sure he felt the right way. He was supposed to feel guilty, right? Wasn't supposed to feel like he'd made a mistake, to destroy someone with his face? He'd never felt guilty before.
"What happens when someone who's not real dies?" Riku answered him, and the tone was much more panicked then he (the real one, Riku had to say to himself again) would have thought a clone could have been. "I...I thought I was real..."
Anything, Riku thought, say anything, it isn't right to just...just watch him die, but...
There was nothing he could say to comfort someone who was not even real, especially not when he felt so surreal himself.
And then the fake Riku faded entirely. The real one stayed behind and exhaled, slowly. There had been a moment there, when Riku fell and pulled Riku down with him and they had looked at each other all at once, and Riku had forgotten -- just for a second, nor more then a second -- that they were any different.
Weird. Weird! He tried to figure it out, but -- "God..." he muttered, staring at where the other Riku had vanished. "Might as well...just then, I coulda been the one who was fake, not him..." -- he couldn't, and he gave up. He had to go...
"It was me, anyway, it was." he reassured himself, passing through the mansion's iron gates to the final stage. "He said he was fake. But I -- well, I remember all about me. Sora, and Naminé." And-- he realized, they're waiting for me.
He laughed, and he felt better. To hell with it. Even if he wasn't the Real Thing...what did that matter now? He was the one left alive, and alive meant real enough. And enough worrying about someone dead, when his friends were waiting for him, just upstairs, ready to go home or go exploring or something, (though he'd forgotten just what) with him! It was time to move on.
He smiled when he looked back for the last time. "Sorry." he apologized. "But it's my life now."
Title: Nothing To Get Hung About
Word Count: 476
Notes: Riku musing on the Replica, in a way.
It took him a moment to realize that he had won. He'd lost track of how long it had been, fighting against this thing that looked just like him. But then one slash with Soul Eater, one just a little quicker then the other Riku's counter-attack and, he saw, he'd won. For Riku's face was spilt and bloody for only a moment before it started to fade.
He wasn't sure what to say. It was horrific to watch Riku's (the other Riku, he reminded himself quickly) face contort into a most pained expression of realization. "I'm...well...not real, huh? Than even what I'm feeling now is probably fake..."
"What are you feeling?" Riku hadn't meant to ask so bluntly. But though he was him and they were the almost the same, Riku wasn't sure he felt the right way. He was supposed to feel guilty, right? Wasn't supposed to feel like he'd made a mistake, to destroy someone with his face? He'd never felt guilty before.
"What happens when someone who's not real dies?" Riku answered him, and the tone was much more panicked then he (the real one, Riku had to say to himself again) would have thought a clone could have been. "I...I thought I was real..."
Anything, Riku thought, say anything, it isn't right to just...just watch him die, but...
There was nothing he could say to comfort someone who was not even real, especially not when he felt so surreal himself.
And then the fake Riku faded entirely. The real one stayed behind and exhaled, slowly. There had been a moment there, when Riku fell and pulled Riku down with him and they had looked at each other all at once, and Riku had forgotten -- just for a second, nor more then a second -- that they were any different.
Weird. Weird! He tried to figure it out, but -- "God..." he muttered, staring at where the other Riku had vanished. "Might as well...just then, I coulda been the one who was fake, not him..." -- he couldn't, and he gave up. He had to go...
"It was me, anyway, it was." he reassured himself, passing through the mansion's iron gates to the final stage. "He said he was fake. But I -- well, I remember all about me. Sora, and Naminé." And-- he realized, they're waiting for me.
He laughed, and he felt better. To hell with it. Even if he wasn't the Real Thing...what did that matter now? He was the one left alive, and alive meant real enough. And enough worrying about someone dead, when his friends were waiting for him, just upstairs, ready to go home or go exploring or something, (though he'd forgotten just what) with him! It was time to move on.
He smiled when he looked back for the last time. "Sorry." he apologized. "But it's my life now."
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Date: 2008-02-22 05:14 am (UTC)this is an interesting take on it. :)
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Date: 2008-02-26 10:25 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2008-02-22 08:11 am (UTC)That was so...psychololgically...twisting.
Excellent job with this idea! Imagine, destroying someone who looks identical to you, only to be left wondering if you were the fake half after all...
This drabble gave me food for thought. Thank you!
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Date: 2008-02-26 10:29 pm (UTC)Sure~ :D
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Date: 2008-02-22 01:43 pm (UTC)"What happens when someone who's not real dies?" That just sounds so vulnerable to me, poor thing.
There was nothing he could say to comfort someone who was not even real, especially not when he felt so surreal himself. ♥
"Sorry." he apologized. "But it's my life now." Killer line. :D
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Date: 2008-02-24 04:09 am (UTC)The fact that you've got me on this surreal tangent is proof enough of your fantasticity.
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Date: 2008-02-27 01:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-27 01:25 am (UTC)I totally wasn't expecting it, though -- this week was so good, and so many entries! lol, I just posted the first (maybe silly) thing I thought of as a prompt, haha XD;