Challenge [260]: Rhythm Alone
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kh_drabbleChallenge: [260] Music
Title: Rhythm Alone
Word Count: 345
Spoilers: Based on things hinted at in the BBS secret ending.
Notes: Excuse me limboing in under the deadline. Hope it doesn't show too much in this, which...yeah. It's a little odd, maybe?
-thumpthump-
The first breath had burned all the way down to his lungs. The light had stung his eyes after so long unused.
-thumpthumpthumpthump-
So many smiling faces, tentative at first (but who can blame them), enthusiastic afterwards. A second chance, they’d all said, welcome back.
At first, all he’d thought was how strange this all was, detached for one long moment as he raised his hand to his chest, feeling something warm pulsating there when he’d been so used to emptiness, nothing but emptiness for so long.
And then logic kickd in and said, this is good, this is what you should want.
And so he smiled.
-thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump-
Radiant Garden isn’t the same any more.
He isn’t the same.
He remembers this person or that: lost friends, family, acquaintances even, anyone and everyone he’d ever known or seen. Everywhere he turns he sees the faces of the dead and feels sick at the pain building in his chest.
He feels sick because he’d give anything to laugh in those faces, just as he did for the past years and years and years-
-thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump-
He smiles, of course, laughs, jokes. He works and plays. He enjoys none of it.
He lets the pounding in his chest drive him on, dancing along through life to the rhythm that echoes in his ears, telling him he’s lucky, lucky, so very, very lucky. It’s a strange, jerky dance that doesn’t quite look right, made up from steps thrown together from remembered fragments that don’t link, the movements in between long forgotten.
-thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump-
He dances on. The rhythm drives him insane night and day, a constant, endless pounding that he’s too aware of to ignore, too aware of to get used to.
There must be something else- some kind of melody to bleed into the rhythm, to soften it, to distract him and help carry him from one section to the next. There must be something to make this heart bearable again.
He wonders vaguely if he’ll ever find it and wishes he were deaf in the meantime.
-thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump-
Title: Rhythm Alone
Word Count: 345
Spoilers: Based on things hinted at in the BBS secret ending.
Notes: Excuse me limboing in under the deadline. Hope it doesn't show too much in this, which...yeah. It's a little odd, maybe?
-thumpthump-
The first breath had burned all the way down to his lungs. The light had stung his eyes after so long unused.
-thumpthumpthumpthump-
So many smiling faces, tentative at first (but who can blame them), enthusiastic afterwards. A second chance, they’d all said, welcome back.
At first, all he’d thought was how strange this all was, detached for one long moment as he raised his hand to his chest, feeling something warm pulsating there when he’d been so used to emptiness, nothing but emptiness for so long.
And then logic kickd in and said, this is good, this is what you should want.
And so he smiled.
-thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump-
Radiant Garden isn’t the same any more.
He isn’t the same.
He remembers this person or that: lost friends, family, acquaintances even, anyone and everyone he’d ever known or seen. Everywhere he turns he sees the faces of the dead and feels sick at the pain building in his chest.
He feels sick because he’d give anything to laugh in those faces, just as he did for the past years and years and years-
-thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump-
He smiles, of course, laughs, jokes. He works and plays. He enjoys none of it.
He lets the pounding in his chest drive him on, dancing along through life to the rhythm that echoes in his ears, telling him he’s lucky, lucky, so very, very lucky. It’s a strange, jerky dance that doesn’t quite look right, made up from steps thrown together from remembered fragments that don’t link, the movements in between long forgotten.
-thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump-
He dances on. The rhythm drives him insane night and day, a constant, endless pounding that he’s too aware of to ignore, too aware of to get used to.
There must be something else- some kind of melody to bleed into the rhythm, to soften it, to distract him and help carry him from one section to the next. There must be something to make this heart bearable again.
He wonders vaguely if he’ll ever find it and wishes he were deaf in the meantime.
-thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump-
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Date: 2011-05-02 10:59 pm (UTC)this! it deserved re-reads to make sure I got everything in my head correct, and I'm fairly sure I did, and this. very interesting, darling ♥
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Date: 2011-05-03 09:53 pm (UTC)I'm not sure I'm entirely happy with it, but the idea that maybe getting a heart back wasn't all it was cracked up to be struck me and then wouldn't let go. XD Mostly because since Terra's ending in BBS, I've lost a lot of faith in
Nomura'sthe KH-verse's ability to play fair!