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kh_drabbleChallenge: [248] Dog Days
Title: There is a Hat (In That Hot Place)
Word Count: 479
Notes: This takes place in KH1, around the time when Riku was posessed by Ansem.
Sometimes, it gets so Dark that Riku can't remember. Anything. It whispers to him, slides into his ears, through his mind, and it takes things. Changes things. Makes Riku forget. Makes Riku forget things, forget them, forget places, forget himself and that there even is a self to be.
Riku fights. He lays down on the cold, hard floor inside his own mind. He tries to remember. Anything. The auburn colour of her hair. The sound of his laugh, obnoxious. The damp softness of his mother's hand after she's washed the dishes. How it feels to have sand between his toes. Anything. Sometimes, there's nothing. Sometimes, it comes to him vividly.
He always burned in the sun. He remembers that. When he was a kid, anyway. If he ever was a kid. He lived somewhere hot. So hot. So very, very hot. He lived in heat. He doesn't remember how heat feels. Heat is red. Or, his skin was. When it burned. There was pain there. It hurt where he lived. It hurt when they would laugh at him. He was five. Or he was eighty-five. He was something. He used to exist. He was a kid. Yeah, young. And he burned in the sun. It hurt to be burned in the sun. And they laughed at him because of it. Because he used to have to do something. Someone made him. It was humiliating. Worse than the pain. It was his mother. And a hat. His mother made him wear a hat in the sun that burned him painfully in that hot place he lived when he was a kid. It was an ugly hat. It was ugly because they laughed. No. They laughed because it was ugly. And he was alone. So very, very alone. Right now. And, then. Now was different from then. He was alone then (and now), because he was the only one that burned and wore a hat in that hot place he lived when he was a kid. So they laughed. And then they stopped laughing. Or it stopped hurting. Not because he stopped burning. Because he wasn't alone anymore. There was another hat. Even uglier than his hat. It was his hat. The boy's hat. Sora's hat. That Sora. Sora wore a hat even though he didn't burn. Sora wore the hat and it was way uglier than Riku's hat. And they stopped laughing because Sora smiled while they wore the hat. A huge smile. Because laughs didn't hurt him. Nothing hurt him. Not laughter and not the sun. Riku wore the ugly hat and Sora wore the uglier hat and Riku didn't burn or hurt all summer either.
Riku is still laying on the cold, hard floor inside his own mind. The Darkness still takes. But Riku gets something back. Just for a moment, he remembers what it feels like to be warm.
Title: There is a Hat (In That Hot Place)
Word Count: 479
Notes: This takes place in KH1, around the time when Riku was posessed by Ansem.
Sometimes, it gets so Dark that Riku can't remember. Anything. It whispers to him, slides into his ears, through his mind, and it takes things. Changes things. Makes Riku forget. Makes Riku forget things, forget them, forget places, forget himself and that there even is a self to be.
Riku fights. He lays down on the cold, hard floor inside his own mind. He tries to remember. Anything. The auburn colour of her hair. The sound of his laugh, obnoxious. The damp softness of his mother's hand after she's washed the dishes. How it feels to have sand between his toes. Anything. Sometimes, there's nothing. Sometimes, it comes to him vividly.
He always burned in the sun. He remembers that. When he was a kid, anyway. If he ever was a kid. He lived somewhere hot. So hot. So very, very hot. He lived in heat. He doesn't remember how heat feels. Heat is red. Or, his skin was. When it burned. There was pain there. It hurt where he lived. It hurt when they would laugh at him. He was five. Or he was eighty-five. He was something. He used to exist. He was a kid. Yeah, young. And he burned in the sun. It hurt to be burned in the sun. And they laughed at him because of it. Because he used to have to do something. Someone made him. It was humiliating. Worse than the pain. It was his mother. And a hat. His mother made him wear a hat in the sun that burned him painfully in that hot place he lived when he was a kid. It was an ugly hat. It was ugly because they laughed. No. They laughed because it was ugly. And he was alone. So very, very alone. Right now. And, then. Now was different from then. He was alone then (and now), because he was the only one that burned and wore a hat in that hot place he lived when he was a kid. So they laughed. And then they stopped laughing. Or it stopped hurting. Not because he stopped burning. Because he wasn't alone anymore. There was another hat. Even uglier than his hat. It was his hat. The boy's hat. Sora's hat. That Sora. Sora wore a hat even though he didn't burn. Sora wore the hat and it was way uglier than Riku's hat. And they stopped laughing because Sora smiled while they wore the hat. A huge smile. Because laughs didn't hurt him. Nothing hurt him. Not laughter and not the sun. Riku wore the ugly hat and Sora wore the uglier hat and Riku didn't burn or hurt all summer either.
Riku is still laying on the cold, hard floor inside his own mind. The Darkness still takes. But Riku gets something back. Just for a moment, he remembers what it feels like to be warm.
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Date: 2010-12-12 02:21 am (UTC)You. break. my. heart.
This was gorgeous. Adding to mems ♥
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Date: 2010-12-12 04:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-12 04:45 am (UTC)This. was absolutely lovely.
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Date: 2010-12-12 07:18 pm (UTC)I really love how you write his stream of consciousness, it comes across very well. But I have to second the broken heart thing.