DA: Why hello KH fans! I haven't written for this fandom for quite some times. I hope that I've improved since the last time. (I still shudder when I think about my old fanfictions. Just goes to show you that people can improve if they try hard enough).
Ok, this story, All Under the Same Sky is going to be a series of oneshots that I either have inspiration for or someone requests of me. There's no order, really no reason, just random.
Anyways, I was feeling angsty one day for this first one and decided to write this to relieve that angst by writing this short story. But I'm talking too much. I'm just gonna go ahead and let you guys read the story.
Disclaimer: I won't ever own KH. Probably a good thing.
DA: Without any further ado, I unveil Game Over!
1- Game Over
Sora blinked wearily up at the sapphire sky, following the few puffy clouds with glassy eyes. His vision was blurry, the cerulean hue darkening by the second. His pallor was fading to grey, the color that was left on his face draining fast. Minor cuts slashed across his visage, dark rolls of scarlet dropping down his cadaverous cheeks. Caramel locks clung to the damp skin, limp and stained bangs flopping uncontrolled over one half-mast eye. Breaths puffed irregularly from between dry and flaking lips, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
His black jacket was slipping from one of his shoulders, the cloth saturated and heavy as it pooled at his back. The cool press of the shattered chain of his crown pendant traced a line down his chest, the severed links spattered with a haunting crimson. Deep lacerations split through the shirt and dug deeply into the frail skin of his abdomen, spilling thick blood onto the rock that puddled around his trembling form. A flaccid hand draped over his stomach, a futile attempt to staunch the blood flow from one of the more severe injuries.
Pain spiked through his thoughts, each throb scattering any coherency Sora managed to gather. He felt almost numbed, a thoughtless daze that left him floating. Knowing how badly he was wounded, this near euphoric state was a blessing, only light reminders of burning agony touching his mind. Concentration was impossible, as was the ability to even recall what had occurred to cause this state.
He wondered vaguely if this was the end, if that had been his last battle. It certainly seemed likely, what with the weightless fog that had begun to fill the emptiness left by the blood pouring out around his lithe form. He found he lacked it in him to care. Even as he drifted, his memory shot to pieces, a sense of almost terrifying apathy brushed away anything that mattered, anything that should be vying for his constant attention. It was becoming far too tiresome to continue his battle against this stupor, so he let go, allowing that uncaring fog to smother his thoughts.
Noises muffled by his condition pounded their way to him, the soft clanging of colliding weaponry comforting in a way. Sora couldn't shift his cerulean gaze to the source of the sound, content to continue watching the silvery clouds continue their flight by his still form. A voice, one that tickled some memory buried deep in his mind, called to him. His vision was tunneling, blurring and narrowing until all he could see is the pure sapphire hue above him. The light touch of a hand feathered against his arm, his own hand tightening around the firm hilt of his keyblade in response. Response to what, he wasn't sure, but his body knew to answer when he himself couldn't muster the energy to connect the simplistic dots. Someone breathed his name by his ear, a note of horror weaseling into the hushed tone.
Cursing his inattention, he could only watch as bleary head forced its way into his vision, an imperfection on the clear sky. A mane of silver tumbled around the boy's face, a pair of panicked aquamarine eyes the only feature Sora could pick out easily. Soft fingers probed at his face, the calloused pads sticking to the tacky blood drying across the pale plain. Blinking was becoming an issue, the effort needed to force open the heavy eyelids no longer existing in his weakening energy. So he left them open, sluggish irises following the boy above him. Warmth oozed out from between the fingers clasped weakly around his stomach, staining his pores with the gory color. He was dying and help had arrived too late; any efforts made at this point would only prolong the inevitable.
The prodding appendages fell lax, the boy's head curling to press his forehead to Sora's chest. The collision drove the suppressed pain to the forefront, a crippling wave crashing heavily over him. The moan that built in his chest never made it to his mouth, catching somewhere in his throat. As quickly as the pain arose, it faded, just as rapidly vanishing as if pulled behind a protective curtain. In that moment of sheer agony, a spark of clarity flashed through him. Riku. Riku had come for him. Said friend trembled against him, the hands that had been analyzing him now clutching tightly at the shattered chain, a present bestowed to Sora by Riku's very hand. Hot tears pricked at Sora's vapid eyes, slipping out from behind the curtain of hair that hid one of his eyes.
He wanted to comfort, to reassure, but no words came, no movements escaping. He felt trapped, the lethargic daze caging him from himself. Instead he could only watch, unable to lift even a finger, as his best friend broke into heart-shattering sobs, dragging the pendent from Sora's slender neck. He drew it to his chest, clinging desperately to it as if to pull a semblance of reassurance from its metal core. Rushed apologies tumbled from Riku's throat, each one more despondent than the last. The words were futile though. Sora had already forgiven him. For what, he didn't know, but the apologies were far from needed. The boy's voice gave out, tears soaking an entirely new stain onto Sora's shirt.
Sora wanted to help, but now there was nothing he could do. He had grown too weak and he was too far gone. He had failed. His vision, fading slowly to black, was able to focus as Riku lifted his head, raising red-rimmed eyes to Sora's own. Their gazes met, a quick transference of emotion, as the world fell to darkness, the numbness seizing complete control over Sora's body and consciousness.
I'm sorry, Riku.
Game Over.
DA: Well that was a lot shorter than I thought it actually was... Hehe. I put this up on tumblr a while back, but then decided I should depress people not on tumblr. XD My URL if any of you are wondering is connorfuckinkenway . tumblr . com. Remove the spaces.
If you want to request a fic, feel free to either leave a review or send me a PM, doesn't matter too much to me. Please avoid shipping fics due to the fact that I really suck at romance. I much prefer angst and friendship and stuff like that. But feel free to contact me to request a story. Also, be warned that I am an extremely busy college student so updates may take a while. I'll apologize in advance for that.
Well I can't think of anything else to say, other than thanks for reading and I hope you guys enjoyed the fruits of my depressing mind.
May your hearts stay strong,
DarkAngel555