Author Notes: I am not a yaoi fangirl. I do not become obsessed with every minute, possible gay relationship I can find. Although I do not always follow the conventional, I do appreciate things that make sense to me. Riku and Sora make sense... at least from Riku's point of view. Ah, the sacrificial angel!
I do not like to write fluff. Some is inevitable, but I prefer to keep my characters in character. Else wise, I feel I'm not writing a Riku/Sora fic. I'm writing random romantic male crap. "Kiss me, Sora." "Oh, Riku, you're so sexy. I love you." Imagine, if you will, them actually saying that.
I don't write fanfiction because I want to. This was actually my boyfriend's suggestion. I was having writer's block for my original writing, and he suggested that this would help overcome that. Yes, just as spewing shit out of your ass seems to help constipation. But then, if you're releasing it, there wasn't really a problem with getting it out. No, the problem lies with what form it comes out in.
If anyone is interested in reading my original stuff, (and I have one full novel and more to come,) please... please, let me know. I will worship and praise those who give me reviews on the work I really need reviewed. (It's motivation, unfortunately.)
As for this, if you think it's any good, review. Upon positive reviews, I shall continue. It's not like it takes long for me to ramble... It's no real problem, but I won't continue without avid requests.
Story Notes: This plot, as of yet, is not at all AU. It takes place after KH2, and it involves the "secret ending". Watching this would probably help understand the plotline.
You can find this, and many other videos at KH Vids. (For some reason, it won't let me post the site, but I am new it this. Do a search for it.) I personally love this site. The applicable video can be found at at the bottom of the page for KHII japanese cutscenes. My story is a, (hopefully,) interesting speculation on this video. I know full well this is not what the video implies, but the possibilities are endless... and that is, in a proverbial nutshell, creative freedom.
This will get sexual, but not until at least... I'd say, chapter 4.
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It was sunny. Typical.
Waves crashed upon the shore, receding time and time again to reveal the omnipotent beauty of a setting sun. The sand was soft and warm, a comfortable bed of small, grainy particles that formed to the shape of whatever lay upon it.
Its current occupant lied on his back, his long, silvery hair splayed out from his head in a vague halo with his bangs, shimmering in the dimness of coming twilight, peacefully sheltering his loosely open eyes. With a nearly internal sigh, he reached out one hand, grasping vainly for the clear blue heavens as if hoping to touch the sky itself. When he lowered his arm, and his hand was out of his view, something more interesting appeared emerging from the horizon, traveling at high speeds toward his current location. It was more or less a conglomeration of oddly formed colored blocks, rounded to be more aerodynamic, and it was shooting across the open sky like a shining red, blue, and violet daytime star.
"A ship," Riku mused, stretching nonchalantly. "Seems someone's come for a visit."
As the ship lowered for landing, its gear dropping carefully to the beach not three meters from the remotely amused beach dweller, the wind caused by the somewhat strangely positioned engines whipped the sand around, causing Riku to shield his eyes from the onslaught. When the rumbling of the engines ceased, the boy spit once to his side, fixed his metaphorical halo and shook the sand free from his hands. He then turned his head vaguely as he waited for its pilot and possible passengers to emerge, however, outside of these minor movements, a sense of lazy nonchalance kept him well within its grip. That is, until, he saw something he had assumed would not take such time out of his busy schedule.
Big ears. Round black nose. Riku immediately scrambled to his feet, feeling a sudden impoliteness in his indifference. Despite how their friendship had developed, the boy still saw the abnormally proportioned creature as a king.
"Gee, Riku, it's great to see you again!" A merry voice exclaimed while its owner stepped down from his ship, an ornate-looking book in tow.
"You majes- I mean, Mickey... What are doing here? Is everything all right?"
"Riku, can't I just come for a visit?"
Riku reflected for a moment the shook his head lightly. "By now, I'd have to say that I know you... and it's typical of you to have a reason. After that letter you sent us about uncovering some of DiZ's other research..."
"Well, all right, I do have a reason. But I still wanted to see you! I was hopin' someone else would be here too, but I guess it can't be helped." Mickey gave a lighthearted laugh, one his dear friend had become all too accustomed to.
Riku sat back on to the beach and patted the spot next to him, relaxing slightly after his initial greetings and concerns had passed. His mousey companion took the gesture and seated himself, placing the book in his lap. However, for the moment, Riku decided not to question it. "So, where are Donald and Goofy?" He inquired instead, looking toward the ship.
"Well, Daisy refused to let Donald leave, and Goofy was sleeping so peacefully when I was preparing to leave that I couldn't bring myself to wake him. Besides that, I knew this wasn't gonna be a long visit. I have lotsa research to do." His ears cast down in an apologetic fashion. "Sorry. I really wanted to stay for a while."
"Yeah, I know you did. But being royalty is a busy life." He paused for a brief moment to examine the book. It was dark blue, and etched in calligraphy on the front cover were the words Narrative of War & Love. "So, this research... This book... is this the reason you came?"
"This is something Ansem the Wise was studying, but... it's not so much a study as a story."
"A story about what?"
Mickey took a deep breath. "Recently, I have been studying the history of the Keyblade War."
"Keyblade War?" was the curious and somewhat disconcerted reply.
"Yes. 'Cause apparently, there were more wielders back then, and they fought a great big war, using their keyblades against each other, until it all ended in..."
"Ended in what?"
"Well, I- I don't really know!" The boy sighed, wishing he had assumed as much. "I haven't found enough text yet. But you can be sure that I'll keep lookin'. Mostly, I've found this storybook." He offered it to his confused company. "You'll read it, won't you, Riku?"
He took the offered item, holding it up in front of his own face. "So... why exactly should I read this story?" He stated this with no rudeness nor disdain... it was mere curiosity that consumed his words.
"Well, Riku, because I believe it to be a true story, even though it's incomplete. I think... it's not the original... Not as old as the war, anyway. Its language is pretty modern, like... like it was taken from other sources and rewritten for the times. You know, whatever times those were."
After some thought, Riku nodded. "Yeah, I'll take a look. I'll get on it in the morning."
"Promise?"
"Yeah. Promise," he stated, confirming his agreement with a sincere, but subtle, smile.
"Good. Well, then, here." Digging through his currently not-so-royal garments, he acquired a radiant silver necklace - a locket - heart-shaped with small, aquatic colored gemstones embedded on the chain on both sides of the pendant. "This fell out of the book when I first pulled it out of my archives. I think it has something to do with it. Keep it with the book."
"Sure." He placed it like a bookmark in between some random pages.
"Thanks!" There was brief uplifting laughter, but the mood of that tone was fleeting, cut short by what followed; there formed a heavy distress within the king's words. "One more thing, Riku... A warning." There was concern in Mickey's voice, but it wasn't a concern that foreshadowed any malevolent misfortune to come. Rather, it seemed as if he was worried about his friend's feelings.
Riku blinked once then replied, "Yeah?"
"Don't let the shadows of the past haunt you."
The boy shook his head, attempting to refute the king's concern. "It's behind me. The manipulation, the darkness... I've been forgiven."
"That's not the past I'm referring to."