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kh_drabbleTitle: The Eighth Square
Word Count: 494
Notes: Because chessboards come first to mind. And, um, hello. Haven't been here in a while
Alice crosses the brook and instantly she feels a vice winding around her head.
She yelps, reaching up a hand to her brow. Her fingers brush the golden ridges of a crown embedded thickly in her hair.
“Ow,” Alice says, and walks on.
There is a long, glittering golden key in the distance. Alice stands before it and suddenly feels another girlish heart pounding along with hers. There is a warm, knowing presence emanating from the item. Alice bends for a closer look – her lips curve at the chained star. She remembers now.
“Kairi!” Laughing then, wonderingly, “Sora…”
Her gaze follows the length of the Keyblade and the pretty flowers at the end point in the direction of a stranger some yards away.
“Oh, hello... What are you?”
Dark tendrils of smoke pour from the stranger’s body. He lifts his chin slightly, fixing her with a nothing-stare. His clothes are black-on-white, or white-on-black – Alice isn’t sure.
“You don’t look Wonderland-ish, you know,” Alice says.
“What are you waiting for?” the man whispers in a ragged breath.
Alice stiffens all over at the voice. It is familiar. The pieces are lined up, and everything is falling into place, coming full circle.
“Ans…” she trails off, picks up the Keyblade. She steps forward. “This… this is grand. You.”
“Go ahead.”
Alice stops.
“I don’t understand!” – traces of a whine, because Alice is a child, after all. But her blue eyes, bright, see and know more than she speaks .
“End it. As you should. I have lost.”
“May I – if you don’t mind me asking again - what are you?”
“I’m what’s left. Or maybe I’m all that ever was.” He breaks into a toneless laugh.
Alice stares at him, her small, bright face impassive, and gently she puts down the Keyblade. The laughing continues.
“What is this? Pity? Nobility? Pawn,” he is quiet now, fading, “follow the rules.”
Alice shakes her head. “I’m only good for dreaming.”
“That’s universal,” Black-and-white says, then shudders. His pain is real. Alice closes her eyes momentarily against the redness of the black smoke – it is like blood. “Do as you wish.”
Alice shifts forward, her gay blue dress rustling, and reaches out both hands for his brow. His glassy eyes follow her every action. The slow pulse in his temples scald her, shock her. He isn’t supposed to have a heart. What, then, is this? And then in his pale hair the iron springs to her fingers, coiled like a snake around his head.
“Whichever you did, there wasn’t any difference.” His voice is lost in the wind now, but his eyes never leave her even as Alice lifts the crown off his dissipating form.
A million universes away, Kingdom Hearts crumbles, and the last of Xemnas’s dream turns to dust in Queen Alice’s grasp.
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Date: 2009-05-14 07:31 pm (UTC)my favorite lines:
“I’m what’s left. Or maybe I’m all that ever was.” He breaks into a toneless laugh.
“What is this? Pity? Nobility? Pawn,” he is quiet now, fading, “follow the rules.”
this was...epicness....
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Date: 2009-05-17 03:02 pm (UTC)Thank you! This made me happy. (:
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Date: 2009-05-15 01:33 am (UTC)wowies.
I love Alice, so this was a treat. I also liked that what she does seems to have an effect on other things. So cool! :3
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Date: 2009-05-17 03:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-16 02:19 am (UTC)*patpat* college kills eeeeeveryoneno subject
Date: 2009-05-17 03:01 pm (UTC)<33 Fact of life.