To Love the Dead
Ch. 1
Revised
Story of the loss Riku feels after losing Sora in an accident and the things he faces to get him back.
Going to go ahead and say thank you to anyone and everyone who has bothered to read even a sentence of this. Hope you enjoy. Please leave a comment as to how you like/disliked it.
Keep in mind that this plot was made when I was like 12. (I'm almost 17 now.) Most of my comments are at the end.
NONE OF THE CHARACTERS ARE MINE BUT PLEASE DON'T SUE MEEEEE
MAY THE STORY COMMENCE!
Ring. The bell droned releasing the inmates from their cell. Prisoners jostled each other in the halls pushing and shoving to get to their lockers. Squeaks echoed
and bounced down the hallway as sneakers scraped against the concrete floor. Steel bars blocked the windows as to let as little of natural light in, here you showered
in bright UV rays. Uniforms started to rustle more as the five remaining minutes to switch cells started to dwindle. The smells that reeked throughout the building made
it seem like someone had dropped the soap.
A tall silver haired boy stood out from the crowd. His bright turquoise eyes hid under unkeeeped hair that swept down to his mid-back . Through his uniform, a
toned body was outlined. Shoving his hands into his pockets he tried to fiddle with the car keys, which he had left on his bedside table that morning. Hanging loose off
his hips light blue plaid pants tried to stay on by a silver studded belt. Matching his pants a tie was knotted around a white elbow length-sleeve button up. One white
glove was fitted around his left arm, along with a thick silver ring on his hand.
'Ugh, high school,' Riku muttered under his breathe as he pushed his way down the hall with a sigh every now and then. Venturing through the corridors he
finally stopped in front of Sora's last period class room….
5 minutes went by
He fiddled with his necklace
…
10 minutes went by
His heart beat quickened
…
15 minutes went by
The teacher finally emerged from his room and gave a sad look at the boy.
"Son, I think its time you go now, schools over."
Clutching to the necklace he traced the half a heart and keyhole charm with his thumb.
"Sorry, I guess old habits die hard.."
"Do you need a ride home," the teacher offered genuinely concerned. Riku just shook his head and turned back down the hallway shuffling off.
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Walking home he took a worn path, the same one he had for years. At least the years before he got a car. It was reminiscent and sweet. But the sweetness had
a bitter aftertaste. Just knowing that the most important thing is missing, like the last piece of the puzzle you can never find, made it miserable. Crisp spring hair blew
in a breeze across his face. New Foliage turned the area a tint of green. Trying again Riku gripped for a hand, but only found empty air. One drop of a crystal of water
glinted in the light then ran down his porcelain cheek. It was soon joined by another, and then another, until a steady river started to cascade like a waterfall from his
aquifer heart. Shifting his head towards the sky only made the gush more intense.
'What a beautiful sky. Just like my Sora.'
'It happened what feels like a life-time ago,' Riku thought, 'but the calendar keeps claiming it to have been only a few days.' He looked from the sky to his left arm,
'My time now can only be measured in the inflictions I give myself,' He knew that, and perhaps with that thought an insanity would overcome him and relinquish him
from this hell. He stopped and waited, then sighed, no such luck today. 'I wonder how many scars will be there when I'm 80?'
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That night storms barked and bared teeth, demanding entrance into his house, into his life. Lurching itself against the house, it bore its existence into the
building. All in vain it acted a false menacing, for, for Riku the true storms were the ones in his room. They were the ones he could not touch or hold, there was nothing
to face, and that's what disturbed him the most. His demons were shown only in emptiness.
Then, as he always did, he could see it all over again. They were the images he couldn't erase from his head. The untouchable proof. Blood was splattered over
the small ditch and claw marks looked like they had raked the body. The body he loved more than even his own. Sora's. Riku screamed in his sleep as the sky
thundered like a creature in disdain. Flies were dancing on the angel's open flesh. In the gashes pus oozed and skin ripped into webs. His features like the sad-eyed
angel's he'd read in the book Night only a week before in English class. Hollowing of his eyes and cheeks sketched into his face. A veil of white skin appeared to be
draped over his body still revealing the now blue still veins. It couldn't be his darling in that hole. It couldn't have been the one he was sworn to protect, lying there
like a still sculpture entitled Hell; the artist being none other than Lucifer himself. Then the nightmares turned into something almost worse. An eluded feeling that was
still so familiar. He was filled with the sudden warmth of Sora lying with him. It felt like hugging sunshine that smelt of fresh vanilla. Immediately awaking he hugged
towards where he thought it to be but again, only emptiness awaited. Then images flooded his mind again, this time worse than ever and he could smell what could
only be described as burning souls. Riku clutched at his head. My angel.
"Stop torturing me like this!" He yelled at no one. He huddled to a corner, "Just- Just give me back Sora, give me back the only thing I ever lived for!" Tears began to fall.
Lightening flashed sending light blaring into the dark room. On the wall a silhouette of Sora and his spiky hair was plastered. The lightening sparked again and a
pair a wings were added to the shadow. Riku took out his hand to touch it and with another spark he was gone. Yet again, he was gone.
"Why did they take you from me?" With that last sound he huddled himself into the corner shaking as tears continued to stream down his face. "Please anything I
will fix anything about me, I will do anything!" Lightly he began to repeat the word 'Sora'.
Riku stayed in this corner curled up until the early morning sunrise peaked through the heavy dark curtains. The colors of the sunrise were beautiful, so Riku
shielded his eyes. 'Too many memories.' After a few more minutes he forced himself up.
"Good morning hell," he said in a sarcastic yet comical way, giving him just enough of a chuckle to carry on through his morning routine.
Reluctantly, he eased himself into the chill water. It wasn't that the water was cold, but the fact that he could still smell his lover across his skin that he was
reluctant. 'Come on Riku you need to forget and move on,' he muttered to himself. Afterwards a deep rich chuckle came from his throat. 'I don't think I care to move on,
or can. Sorrows, as always, are hard to outrun.'
Stepping out onto the while tiles the cold tile sensation shot up through his leg. Dressing he adjusted the sleeves of his shirt to cover his scars, even if mostly.
Before letting them be Riku picked at the wounds for a good measure. 'Sora would've hated me for this,' he regretted before mentally slapped himself for the mention
of the name.
Instead of holding on to the name he turned to look through his dresser for a jacket. It was still a slight drizzle outside from the storm the night before and thin
white shirts didn't fair too well. Shifting his hand he felt a soft cotton cloth brush against his hand. Eyes went wide with shock as Riku's gaze shifted down. Looking to
where his hand was he saw the pants that his love had left at his house only, according to the calendar, two weeks ago. These pants weren't just any pants though.
Sora was wearing them, or rather, HAD been wearing them before Riku rid him of them and they had done 'things' as Sora called it, for the first time.
"God Damn it." Riku cussed creating his own mini-storm around him.
Grabbing his book bag Riku ran from the room. Another second and he would have burst into tears. Walking by his dad he heard a faint and not very caring,
"What's wrong?'. Though for all Riku knew his father had set up a mannequin because his father was usually lost in his newspapers to even see him. Not bothering to
close the dark blue door behind him he hurried out of the house. Tears where threatening to over-run his eye lid dam. Riku got into his black 2001 convertible and
quickly started the engine. Turning on the radio to block out his mind, he drove away. Not giving himself even a second to think, if he did he would have broken down
into even more tears. Staring back into the reflection of the glass on the swinging front door he saw a gleeful brown haired boy. Is it a ghost or have I lost my mind, he
thought. He started to head off to school at the sound from the radio host with a "Thank god it's Friday!."
NOW TO AUTHOR COMMENTS YOU WILL PROBABLY SKIP!
Okay I started this fanfict about three years ago. I need to freaking finish it. Any comments are gladly excepted! I'm trying to get back into written and updating at least once a month for all my stories, but that will probably be after I edit them all. If you want to see the original just say so and I'll post it up somewhere else and leave the link. During the revising I wanted to go punch my younger self for even posting this for all the bad sentence structure and grammar and typos. So to read the original or even next chapter before I revise it is probably kind of comical.
When I say revise btw I mean I read over the old story, laughed at it, pulled up a new document and rewrote the whole thing over :)
Thank you to anyone and everyone who has bothered to read this, this being the story and/or the author comments.
To all new and old writers out there I want you to know that all of your stories changes everyone who read them. My friend actually meet someone who had read the original draft of this story a few years ago. They really liked it and started to cherish their close ones more. If this or any of my many stories and heck even my manga ever changes anyone to think about life a little more for even a moment then I have done my job as a writer.
Sorry for the short chapter. I wanted to keep the actions on the same original chapter to not get too confusing. New chapters I will add will be longer.
~TheDarkWinged