Curiosity killed the cat. Or made the boy meet the marionette.
Had he not been so interested in knowing more about the hooded girl, he would not have lingered for longer outside the castle. Riku was noticing every single detail: the black hair, the clear blue eyes, the child-like face, the lithe form.
And, if he was honest, he was throwing anything under inspection. The hint of porcelain joints like those of dolls. The way she curled slim fingers around the hilt of her blade – the graceful stance she would normally have when not under fake rage. The display of emotions – why did she do that, of all things?
Even after he left her lying prone on the ground, cut off her strings… he was curious about her. And he was thankful Xion didn't notice that he kept scrutinizing her from the tall windows or from a couple of steps away in the darkness.
It was the only way to sate his curiosity, after all. He needed to know more about the doll-girl. The 'why's of her quirks, the 'how's of her looks – he wanted to learn all about them.
And he was no mere feline to lose to his knowledge thirst. He'd know about Xion… maybe answer one of her questions or two.
A.N. – trying my hand at… yet another drabble challenge. What can I say… the format is addicting…. Nothing more to say, save the typical disclaimer: nothing belongs to me. The characters to Square, the challenge to Wishing-Fire. Enjoy!