This drabble takes places on the beach in the realm of darkness, during the end of Kingdom Hearts 2. I don't doubt that something like this has been done before, but I hope you'll enjoy it anyway.


Are you ready to take my hand?

"Thinking of you, wherever you are..."

I looked out over the dark ocean, giving Sora some privacy as he read Kairi's words. The waves were soothing and the worlds were saved, so I could sit and watch and fade away. The scene was so unchanging, that I hardly believed my eyes when a thin vertical line appeared in the air just offshore. Then it widened.

"Light." I breathed out.

"The door to light." Sora said, looking up from the letter. He jumped up and held out his hand. "We'll go together."

And as I looked at Sora it struck me as ironic. I had once reached out my hand and left the Islands, now he was reaching out to offer a way back. Could I really accept that hand? Back then the darkness that had embraced me repelled him. Would the light that embraced him repel me this time? And I wasn't just swallowed by the dark. I chose darkness. I let it in. Sora never did, and that's why the door opened for him.

But would I be allowed back too?

Sora's bright eyes showed no such hesitation. He had no doubt that I could accept his hand. He was certain that I would accept his hand. He believed it was alright for me to return to the light.

'We'll go together.'

I couldn't believe in myself yet, but I could believe in him. I would rest my fate in the gloved hand that reached out to me.

"Yeah."

I grasped it effortlessly.

Sora pulled me up. As the light brightened we stepped forward. Next thing I knew we were falling and I should have been scared, but I left my fear on the dark beach. I had only hope and belief. I plunged into the ocean slightly after Sora. When we resurfaced, we heard her voice.

"Sora! Riku!"

Home.


AN: So I was watching Eurovision 2017 (don't judge me!) and I kinda liked Belgium, City Lights by Blanche (in fact the title is a line from that song). Because of that I wanted to write about the fear of reaching out, not knowing if the offer will be accepted, and I was also in the mood for KH. Then I realized that Riku wasn't afraid when he reached out because he was leaving anyway, and Sora wasn't afraid because he didn't doubt he would be accepted. So it turned into a story about the fear of accepting that offer and leaving everything into the hands of another. I'm sorry it was so short, but as they say 'less is more' and my focus is so scattered that I can't focus on anything longer than a drabble anyway...

Let me know if you liked it!