Title: Messy Tears
Author: Yamimagic (yamimagic@yahoo.com)
Rating: PG
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Warnings: Minor Hints of Shounen Ai, pointlessness
Spoilers: I suggest you finish the game before you attempt to read this.
Summary: Riku muses...
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts is the property of SquareEnix and other important people...
Author's notes: Don't really know where this came from and I would rather not know. Written while having my Evanescence CD on repeat at one o'clock in the morning. Not a very good mix...
Thanks to my betas, Rose and Czarina, for taking the time to read this...
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Why are tears so messy?
This is the first thought to cross my mind as I wander the endless streets of the unknown city, a city of eternal darkness; a city that always sleeps. Rain mercilessly pounds upon the concrete. A lazy veil hangs over the city, like a dense fog. Clouds blanket the sky, enshrouding the citizens of the nameless metropolis, leaving it untouched by the world outside its shining silver doors.
My tears mix with the falling rain, streaming down my face in rivers. My deep sea green eyes try to gather light from the outside world, but all ends in vain. There is no light in this city, and I meander aimlessly.
This is Kingdom Hearts.
I inwardly scoff. Some heart of worlds. In the end, this place has no heart, no caring or empathy to the people who survive day after day, enduring the pain; containing it within them like a glass container.
No sympathy to me.
But then again, do I truly deserve kindness? I hurt the ones I held dear, throwing them aside as if they were nothing.
Sora. I hurt you, taunted you, most of all: separated you from your beloved.
Kairi. I admit, in the beginning, I thought I was trying to protect you, but secretly, I hated you. You took away the one thing I held dear to me. The one who looked beyond my faults and most of all thought of me as a human being.
For a human, I sure wasn't all that humane.
I'm just such a fool.
Thinking that he though of me the same way that I thought of him.
My mind drifts, my vision blurs and a memory seems to play before my eyes, much like a movie.
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It was a few weeks after we had first met...
"Riku!" I hear a voice yell. Looking away from the spectacle of sunburst typically called a sunrise; I turn to see a young blond boy waving for me to come over. Upon further inspection, I can clearly see that it's Tidus. As he continues to beckon me over, I decide to give into his wishes and see what the fuss is all about.
A crowd had gathered in a circle in the center of the sand covered beach. The mass of bodies makes seeing what was going on nearly impossible, but considering my small stature, I barley manage to squeeze through.
You can imagine my shock to seeing a small 10 year old Sora (with the height of a 7 year old) running circles around the school bully.
True, Sora had been running circles around the older boy, but this didn't last long. Even the dumbest cat will learn how to catch a mouse, as such; it only took a small amount of time before Sora's rear made a rather painful impact with the sand covered ground.
Although, like in the old cartoons, the mouse will always escape.
And he did. Though with a little help. Wakka, with perfect aim, used the older boy's head as a target for his Blitzball, while Tidus and myself used our wooden swords (mine being western based, and his being a wooden bokuto) to take over, giving him a one-two combo to the head.
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And the memory fades?
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Why are tears so messy?
Author: Yamimagic (yamimagic@yahoo.com)
Rating: PG
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Warnings: Minor Hints of Shounen Ai, pointlessness
Spoilers: I suggest you finish the game before you attempt to read this.
Summary: Riku muses...
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts is the property of SquareEnix and other important people...
Author's notes: Don't really know where this came from and I would rather not know. Written while having my Evanescence CD on repeat at one o'clock in the morning. Not a very good mix...
Thanks to my betas, Rose and Czarina, for taking the time to read this...
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Why are tears so messy?
This is the first thought to cross my mind as I wander the endless streets of the unknown city, a city of eternal darkness; a city that always sleeps. Rain mercilessly pounds upon the concrete. A lazy veil hangs over the city, like a dense fog. Clouds blanket the sky, enshrouding the citizens of the nameless metropolis, leaving it untouched by the world outside its shining silver doors.
My tears mix with the falling rain, streaming down my face in rivers. My deep sea green eyes try to gather light from the outside world, but all ends in vain. There is no light in this city, and I meander aimlessly.
This is Kingdom Hearts.
I inwardly scoff. Some heart of worlds. In the end, this place has no heart, no caring or empathy to the people who survive day after day, enduring the pain; containing it within them like a glass container.
No sympathy to me.
But then again, do I truly deserve kindness? I hurt the ones I held dear, throwing them aside as if they were nothing.
Sora. I hurt you, taunted you, most of all: separated you from your beloved.
Kairi. I admit, in the beginning, I thought I was trying to protect you, but secretly, I hated you. You took away the one thing I held dear to me. The one who looked beyond my faults and most of all thought of me as a human being.
For a human, I sure wasn't all that humane.
I'm just such a fool.
Thinking that he though of me the same way that I thought of him.
My mind drifts, my vision blurs and a memory seems to play before my eyes, much like a movie.
----------
It was a few weeks after we had first met...
"Riku!" I hear a voice yell. Looking away from the spectacle of sunburst typically called a sunrise; I turn to see a young blond boy waving for me to come over. Upon further inspection, I can clearly see that it's Tidus. As he continues to beckon me over, I decide to give into his wishes and see what the fuss is all about.
A crowd had gathered in a circle in the center of the sand covered beach. The mass of bodies makes seeing what was going on nearly impossible, but considering my small stature, I barley manage to squeeze through.
You can imagine my shock to seeing a small 10 year old Sora (with the height of a 7 year old) running circles around the school bully.
True, Sora had been running circles around the older boy, but this didn't last long. Even the dumbest cat will learn how to catch a mouse, as such; it only took a small amount of time before Sora's rear made a rather painful impact with the sand covered ground.
Although, like in the old cartoons, the mouse will always escape.
And he did. Though with a little help. Wakka, with perfect aim, used the older boy's head as a target for his Blitzball, while Tidus and myself used our wooden swords (mine being western based, and his being a wooden bokuto) to take over, giving him a one-two combo to the head.
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And the memory fades?
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Why are tears so messy?