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 Challenge : Begin at the End {215}
Title : The Queen of Hearts, the King of Spades
Word Count : 599
Notes : Pseudo-Sequel to Nyx. No real spoilers for BBS since I know only general information about the game. Low Birth By Sleep spoiler warning for Aqua's vagueness and Sora's constant questions. P:

 

The next time Sora dives, he knows exactly where he's going.
 

He bypasses the stream and comes out on the edge of the dark beach; the moon still half-mast in the sky, casting his shadow in a wide arch up the sand.
 

The beach is vacant, and Sora, having come here with purpose, feels almost crestfallen. It's not like he'd ever had any luck remembering dreams anyway.
 

“Your heart is stronger than I anticipated.” The figment, the woman, is back, standing in his peripheral vision, arms folded delicately over her chest.
 

“You have the Keyblade.” Sora says immediately, before she can send him away again, and she seems startled, blinking wide eyes slowly.
 

“Yes.” Her response is quiet, defensive. She turns and walks back toward the rocks.
 

“It's not just a piece of metal, Sora. The Keyblade is many things, many of them great, all of them powerful. You don't know even half of its abilities.” She continues, “ You are so young.”
 

“I'm not that young, you know.” Sora follows, curious as always. “So? Teach me.”
 

“I'm not a teacher, Sora.” Her words are clipped, exasperated, and Sora falls back a step.
 

He changes the subject, bringing up the question of her identity again. “So, you gonna tell me your name?”
 

“I don't think that would be appropriate.”She sighs, seating herself on the broad side of the rock. She'd changed from the person Sora met the night before, tired now, her patience noticeably thin.
 

“What? Whaddaya mean?” His inquiry goes without answer. Sora watches her carefully, arms folded under his chin. Her eyes never stray from the ocean. “How did you get here?” Sora asks softly, thoughtfully. “You're all alone.”
 

The woman's expression shifts thinly and Sora grimaces, knowing he'd said too much.
 

“Time to go now.” Her hand reaches for his face abruptly and more out of desperation than actual fear, Sora dodges backwards, the Keyblade forming habitually in his hand.
 

“But...I'm not ready yet.” Conviction fails him, and his blade is still raised defensively when she descends from the rock, shoes silent in the black sand, her own Keyblade slim geometric steel in her right hand.
 

She strikes fast, leaving little room for hesitation, and Sora counters, reminded of his first encounter with Roxas, of the ruthlessness and ferocity of which he attacked, only the woman's expression doesn't reflect any of his Nobody's animosity. Just a weak frown of disappointment. Sora can feel her eyes critically judging his stance, his readiness. Her blade pointedly testing his strength, and when she withdraws, he can tell she is not entirely thrilled with his performance.
 

“Don't come back here.” She says finally, back turned, ocean-blue hair brushing the tops of her shoulders.
 

“But--”
 

“Don't argue. Just go.”
 

That mystical pressure returns and, once again, Sora feels the edges of the dark shore slip away like a fine powder in the wind.
 

“There are so few wielders left.” She makes a quick motion with her hand, a dismissive wave, and her Keyblade retracts away in a flash of light. “You can't stay here. The longer you do, risks your heart.”
 

“How long have you been here?” Sora put his Keyblade away, finally, now that it was clear danger had passed.
 

She turned her head enough that only her profile was visible, smiling for the first time since Sora arrived in this place that was part dream-world, part-reality. “Long enough.”
 

Her form falls away and Sora wakes, once again.
 

–

 

Aqua-muse has a mind of her own, I swear. I never told her to say half those things. xD

 

Comments

[iki-teru.livejournal.com]

You. have probably spoiled me to a fairly kick-ass sounding Aqua and Squeenix is probably going to rip that idea of her away in canon. idk if I should hate you or love you.

But really :3 I'm glad you revisited this, it's almost like you're turning this into a mini series what I wouldn't try to bully you into that at aaaall. Sora's reactions were very Sora and Aqua was...

so sad... and so kick-ass. I want your Aqua to be canon >3

[bouncyballparty.livejournal.com]

Yes. I want this Aqua to be canon too! 'Cause this is the way I see her, and therefore it is how she should remain. Because I like her this way. :)

I also love the idea of making this a mini series. If only because writing these two together is so unbelievably fun. Mainly because my Aqua-muse is super talkative and gives me tons of awesome ideas. \m/

[06seconds-left.livejournal.com]

Ooh. You know, when I first saw Aqua, I thought I would hate her but you writing this has changed my mind. I hope this is how Aqua in the game is. This is a lovely piece. :)

[bouncyballparty.livejournal.com]

I really love her character now, and I'm not even completely sure why. lol

[zanypomegranate.livejournal.com]

“How long have you been here?” Sora put his Keyblade away, finally, now that it was clear danger had passed.


She turned her head enough that only her profile was visible, smiling for the first time since Sora arrived in this place that was part dream-world, part-reality. “Long enough.”


Her form falls away and Sora wakes, once again.

Ohhhhhhh. So nice - words can't even form. >:
Lovely drabble. :)

[bouncyballparty.livejournal.com]

Why, thank you. <3