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kh_drabble2010-09-23 10:40 pm
syvia.livejournal.com) wrote in kh_drabble2010-09-23 10:40 pm
Entry tags:
Non-challenge
Title: Cradle
Word Count: 273
Spoilers: none
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for srs angst
Notes: I'm feeling inspired. :D Some not-really SaiKai, timeframe during KHII with extremely mild BBS spoilers and my own cracky 'hey, what if?' ideas.
She remembers red hair, and blue hair, and having two babysitters because one of them was kind, and did favors for her grandmother.
The other one was bored.
But she doesn't realize.
Once, twice, and the third with strings over long fingers and collapsing the cat's cradle over her small wrist, gently, gently. She laughed. He smiled.
His friend would suggest ice cream. She would beg him until he sighed, and admonished the boy with the flame-bright hair, and said she mustn't tell her grandmother.
Who never minded.
She remembers, but she doesn't realize. Because black coats and empty chests are her enemies and it's been nine years. Nine years and he was just the friend, bright hair or no.
She doesn't realize because their faces are different, and their voices are different, and for some reason she could never remember, she's always, always loved Riku's eyes.
His hood is up when she's stolen from Axel, but there is something about the way they speak to each other....
She's only known one person with hair like that.
... She thinks.
The hood is down as he drags her through white halls, one hand on her wrist- blue thread, not black. It used to be blue.
"Isa." It's a breath. A whisper.
He hears it anyway.
There is gold in her vision, gold and that horrible scar and soft, sky blue she can remember carding through her fingers- riding high atop his shoulders. Gold like the crescent moon on his jacket and the cradle is around her jaw, hurting- bruising.
"No," he says, and it's a purr that begins the roar, "I am not."
Word Count: 273
Spoilers: none
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for srs angst
Notes: I'm feeling inspired. :D Some not-really SaiKai, timeframe during KHII with extremely mild BBS spoilers and my own cracky 'hey, what if?' ideas.
She remembers red hair, and blue hair, and having two babysitters because one of them was kind, and did favors for her grandmother.
The other one was bored.
But she doesn't realize.
Once, twice, and the third with strings over long fingers and collapsing the cat's cradle over her small wrist, gently, gently. She laughed. He smiled.
His friend would suggest ice cream. She would beg him until he sighed, and admonished the boy with the flame-bright hair, and said she mustn't tell her grandmother.
Who never minded.
She remembers, but she doesn't realize. Because black coats and empty chests are her enemies and it's been nine years. Nine years and he was just the friend, bright hair or no.
She doesn't realize because their faces are different, and their voices are different, and for some reason she could never remember, she's always, always loved Riku's eyes.
His hood is up when she's stolen from Axel, but there is something about the way they speak to each other....
She's only known one person with hair like that.
... She thinks.
The hood is down as he drags her through white halls, one hand on her wrist- blue thread, not black. It used to be blue.
"Isa." It's a breath. A whisper.
He hears it anyway.
There is gold in her vision, gold and that horrible scar and soft, sky blue she can remember carding through her fingers- riding high atop his shoulders. Gold like the crescent moon on his jacket and the cradle is around her jaw, hurting- bruising.
"No," he says, and it's a purr that begins the roar, "I am not."
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I love how you did this one
really love it
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D'awww *huuuuuug*
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In other words, this is awesome and you should be proud of it. Yes.
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Also. Meeeep. That is a lovely mix of scariness from Saix and just awwwww at the image of tiny Kairi trailing along after Isa.
And Lea would be bored, little pain. What is this nonsense with his bff not paying attention to him!
But Saix. o.o
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Thank you, hon.
Yes. :( Oh Saix. Saix. What happened?
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this is ... eee. ♥ the image of the cat's cradle is just... just. and the last line is heartwrenching. :x