Okay, here goes my first KH fanfic! :D It's based on the Bollywood movie Dil Chahta Hai, which is quite a nice movie, really. :) I watched it as a little kid and I have to admit, some Indian directors are geniuses! I envy Indian people who can understand the Bollywood movies without the need of stupid subtitles.
Just a quick bit of background, Roxas, Riku and Sora were 3 childhood friends but this feeling called 'Love' changes the strong bond between them. Join them on their story and see what happened to them when they graduated from High School. =}
Sorry if I babbled, here is the prologue! I do not own KH or Dil Chahta Hai! I just own the writing!
Roxas trembles in fear. He places a hand over his eyes to hide the tears that were brimming in those deep cobalt pools.
So this is what it comes to?
He catches a whiff of the ammonia smell in the busy hospital, brushing a stray tear that was trickling down his cheek.
"Roxas..." a familiar figure approaches him. Roxas looks up to face a boy with long silvery hair and shiny emerald eyes. The boy is quite taller than him.
"Riku, I didn't know that you'd come," Roxas sniffs, looking away momentarily at the dreaded operating room. A calloused hand on his shoulder causes him to jump.
"Why wouldn't I come? We were always best of friends," Riku whispers. Roxas sniffs again and nods. He turns his gaze back at the silver-haired boy and smiles gratefully.
"Thanks," he says; his heart swelling in painful nostalgia and appreciation. The blonde glances down the corridor as Riku takes a seat beside him.
"How is she?" he asks the timid blonde.
"I don't know..."
Riku follows his eyes to where Roxas is staring and as if reading his mind he holds the blonde's hand and gives it a squeeze.
"Sora told me he doesn't want to come..."
"I understand," Roxas replies though inwardly, he wants to cry. He wants his tears to fall like rain onto the floor. He wants his friends beside him at this dreadful time.
"I guess Sora never forgave me, huh?" he utters. Riku's eyes were suddenly larger on his face. The silver-haired boy shook his head quickly.
"It's not like that."
"Riku, please?" Roxas states, holding a hand up at his friend. His eyes were radiating with sadness.
"Sora has his reasons..."
"I just wish he agreed to meet you," Riku responds, staring into the distance, "but you know Sora, he's always been an obstinate jerk."
Roxas laughs and brushes a few strands away from his eyes.
"Those were good times, huh?" he asks, secretly wishing to travel back in the past and maybe set things right.
"Look at Mr. Nostalgic!" Riku teases, grabbing Roxas into a head lock and rubbing his knuckles onto the soft, spiky blonde hair, ignoring the other boy's pleas. When he finally let go, Roxas huffs to catch his breath, throwing a livid glare at him.
"Do you remember the time when we were graduating from High School last year? Sora was the talk of the party for what he did to Namine!" Riku chuckles. Roxas joins in the laughter.
Yeah, those were good times when the three of us were the best of friends.
We thought the outside world was frivolous to our strong bond but little did we know that we had to face life's greatest obstacle: Love.
This is our story...
Well, I hope you enjoyed the prologue! I 'll try to post the first chapter as soon as possible! ;)
