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kh_drabbleChallenge [200]: All You Did Was Save My Life
Title: Demolition
Wordcount: 446
Notes: Not a spoiler, but an allusion, in the last line, to what I expect will happen. Don't take it as fact because I haven't played 358/2.
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He disgusts himself.
Eyes the color of the sea have crystallized, captured in amber. His lungs fill not with air, oxygen, but with malice. Calloused fingers, strong from hours wrapped around a toy sword, have turned spidery, chocolate instead of tanned.
He hides from them because he cannot bear for them to lay their eyes upon him. It would scar him now, to have such lights gaze into his darkness and know that within it was once a boy of smiles and light-hearted sarcasm.
Three of four seasons pass this way, and he is alone.
-
He allows them to look at him, finally. Kairi is the first to find him, and her slim, pale arms, the paper-doll skin spidered with faint blue pen etched beneath, coil around him, her face pressed somewhere against his ribcage. Her welcoming voice is muffled, but he knows she recognizes him immediately, and it makes him want to recoil, back to the dark from whence he came.
She takes him to Sora. The boy, now grown, does not trust him as quickly as Kairi -- blue eyes once untainted now hold something else, something he's not sure he wants to accept is Sora's. He feels his best friend's fingers, warm upon his own, the knowledge of magic and war and worlds within them tentative but confident. Sora being here makes him want to smile, but he's not sure he remembers how, and so he simply glances away. The boy's reaction to his presence startles him enough that he looks back to him, wants to move, do something as tears of experience and longing and I missed you roll down his cheeks. They hang fat and pregnant on Sora's chin before they fall with tiny wet plips onto the floor between his knees.
What a sap, he thinks suddenly, and the thought surprises him in its tone, familiar and sarcastic and affectionate all rolled up into one. It is the him of last year, last life.
His friend stands, wipes away a hero's tears, and they continue, comrades at last.
-
It is not Sora nor Kairi who saves him, though he knows they would have done anything to do so. Instead, it is the love and hopes and dreams of so many others, captured and condensed, raining down upon him. Their feelings pass through him like the drafts in that ancient mansion, no one else but the puppetmaster DiZ and the tiny marionnette girl Namine to call it their own.
This is not like then, and it is warmer than icy winds in a run-down foyer as a spiderwebbing of hearts passes through him, the result of an explosion.
No one notices until his transformation is complete, and when it is, Riku lets out a breath he has been holding since day 358.
Title: Demolition
Wordcount: 446
Notes: Not a spoiler, but an allusion, in the last line, to what I expect will happen. Don't take it as fact because I haven't played 358/2.
---
He disgusts himself.
Eyes the color of the sea have crystallized, captured in amber. His lungs fill not with air, oxygen, but with malice. Calloused fingers, strong from hours wrapped around a toy sword, have turned spidery, chocolate instead of tanned.
He hides from them because he cannot bear for them to lay their eyes upon him. It would scar him now, to have such lights gaze into his darkness and know that within it was once a boy of smiles and light-hearted sarcasm.
Three of four seasons pass this way, and he is alone.
-
He allows them to look at him, finally. Kairi is the first to find him, and her slim, pale arms, the paper-doll skin spidered with faint blue pen etched beneath, coil around him, her face pressed somewhere against his ribcage. Her welcoming voice is muffled, but he knows she recognizes him immediately, and it makes him want to recoil, back to the dark from whence he came.
She takes him to Sora. The boy, now grown, does not trust him as quickly as Kairi -- blue eyes once untainted now hold something else, something he's not sure he wants to accept is Sora's. He feels his best friend's fingers, warm upon his own, the knowledge of magic and war and worlds within them tentative but confident. Sora being here makes him want to smile, but he's not sure he remembers how, and so he simply glances away. The boy's reaction to his presence startles him enough that he looks back to him, wants to move, do something as tears of experience and longing and I missed you roll down his cheeks. They hang fat and pregnant on Sora's chin before they fall with tiny wet plips onto the floor between his knees.
What a sap, he thinks suddenly, and the thought surprises him in its tone, familiar and sarcastic and affectionate all rolled up into one. It is the him of last year, last life.
His friend stands, wipes away a hero's tears, and they continue, comrades at last.
-
It is not Sora nor Kairi who saves him, though he knows they would have done anything to do so. Instead, it is the love and hopes and dreams of so many others, captured and condensed, raining down upon him. Their feelings pass through him like the drafts in that ancient mansion, no one else but the puppetmaster DiZ and the tiny marionnette girl Namine to call it their own.
This is not like then, and it is warmer than icy winds in a run-down foyer as a spiderwebbing of hearts passes through him, the result of an explosion.
No one notices until his transformation is complete, and when it is, Riku lets out a breath he has been holding since day 358.
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Date: 2009-09-13 08:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-13 12:50 pm (UTC)To continue. FWAAAA this was so heartwrenchingly beautiful. Eyes the color of the sea have crystallized, captured in amber. Your description of his transformation was just gorgeous and epic and made of win.
The whole middle bit with Kairi and Sora and his reaction was just the right amount of leverage for this piece.
No one notices until his transformation is complete, and when it is, Riku lets out a breath he has been holding since day 358. and that finishing line is just iconic and I don't care what cannon says, I luff this so hardcore.
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Date: 2009-09-13 02:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-13 02:33 pm (UTC)Whoa. xD
Thank you!
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Date: 2009-09-13 02:40 pm (UTC)o-o Thank you! I felt like the 'amber' line alluded to insects preserved inside it, you know?
:3 Aw.
xD I want to know if my theory is right or not now. It gives me more reason to wait for the end of the month. :3 Anyway! Thank you!!
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Date: 2009-09-13 02:40 pm (UTC)xD Thanks, at any rate, because I'm interpreting this to be a 'good' squeal.
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Date: 2009-09-13 04:12 pm (UTC)that. was. sweet.
as in awesome
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Date: 2009-09-13 08:30 pm (UTC)Thanks. :3
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Date: 2009-09-14 05:37 am (UTC)[[Excuse me while I regain my brain function.]]
Really, though, this is fantastic. Definitely adding to mems, for there will be much rereading of this in the future =]]
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Date: 2009-09-14 10:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-14 07:53 pm (UTC)=O Wow, really? I've never had anything of mine added to someone's mems, I don't think. :3 Thank you very much.
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Date: 2009-09-14 07:56 pm (UTC)