[178], Sora
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kh_drabbleTitle: Give Up the Sky
Challenge: [178] Passion
Characters: Sora
Rating:: PG
Word Count: 404
Notes: A slightly more serious Sora. Takes place during a critical moment in the game. Inspired by an alternate definition of "passion."
It was all wrong. The dark keyblade felt insubstantial in his hands, much different than the solid, reassuring weight of the Kingdom Key. This was not a weapon meant for defense, or for heroism. Its blade was wicked and black and he could feel the will of it to cut, to kill.
It felt like Riku, and that unsettled him. If his own keyblade was used for justice and goodness, then this dark thing showed him how much Riku had fallen. For a long time, Sora hadn't wanted to believe it. He refused to see the hurt anger in his best friend's eyes, the blame and resentment that lay there. Here was the proof, in his hands.
His grip on the handle tightened. The greatest people in the world, the ones he loved so much, depended on him now. Kairi lay in sleep, her motionless body so different than her normal energy and movement. Her face was quiet and expressionless. He wanted to see her smile again, look at him with those peculiar colored eyes and tease him like she always did.
And most of all, he wanted Riku back. He wanted them to fight with wooden swords that would break if they weren't careful, and then no matter who won they'd laugh and it wouldn't mean anything.
Not like this, not with Riku and that scary look on his face that said this wasn't a game anymore.
He could handle all of it, fighting the Heartless that just kept on coming no matter how many times his keyblade tore through their shadowy bodies. He could handle his island being destroyed, not knowing what happened to his parents.
But none of it would matter if he didn't have his friends. Even though Kairi had come later, he thought of her like the sister he had never had, never caring about whether she got dirty or that playing with boys was dumb. They were three, and one couldn't exist without the others.
Now he had to save them. He would find Riku in the dark, and wake Kairi and defeat Ansem, and they would all go back home, together.
Or if that was impossible, he would at least make sure they would be all right. Perhaps Kairi could save Riku if he could not.
He smiled, looked at Donald and Goody as if to say Don't worry, you'll be fine without me, and turned the blade on his own heart.
Challenge: [178] Passion
Characters: Sora
Rating:: PG
Word Count: 404
Notes: A slightly more serious Sora. Takes place during a critical moment in the game. Inspired by an alternate definition of "passion."
It was all wrong. The dark keyblade felt insubstantial in his hands, much different than the solid, reassuring weight of the Kingdom Key. This was not a weapon meant for defense, or for heroism. Its blade was wicked and black and he could feel the will of it to cut, to kill.
It felt like Riku, and that unsettled him. If his own keyblade was used for justice and goodness, then this dark thing showed him how much Riku had fallen. For a long time, Sora hadn't wanted to believe it. He refused to see the hurt anger in his best friend's eyes, the blame and resentment that lay there. Here was the proof, in his hands.
His grip on the handle tightened. The greatest people in the world, the ones he loved so much, depended on him now. Kairi lay in sleep, her motionless body so different than her normal energy and movement. Her face was quiet and expressionless. He wanted to see her smile again, look at him with those peculiar colored eyes and tease him like she always did.
And most of all, he wanted Riku back. He wanted them to fight with wooden swords that would break if they weren't careful, and then no matter who won they'd laugh and it wouldn't mean anything.
Not like this, not with Riku and that scary look on his face that said this wasn't a game anymore.
He could handle all of it, fighting the Heartless that just kept on coming no matter how many times his keyblade tore through their shadowy bodies. He could handle his island being destroyed, not knowing what happened to his parents.
But none of it would matter if he didn't have his friends. Even though Kairi had come later, he thought of her like the sister he had never had, never caring about whether she got dirty or that playing with boys was dumb. They were three, and one couldn't exist without the others.
Now he had to save them. He would find Riku in the dark, and wake Kairi and defeat Ansem, and they would all go back home, together.
Or if that was impossible, he would at least make sure they would be all right. Perhaps Kairi could save Riku if he could not.
He smiled, looked at Donald and Goody as if to say Don't worry, you'll be fine without me, and turned the blade on his own heart.
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Date: 2009-03-02 06:27 pm (UTC)I definitely wanted to include Donald and Goofy, since they're important to Sora too. Thanks for reading!