Title: Seventeen
Word Count: 390
Character: I had Riku in mind, but you could substitute Sora/Kairi/Roxas in as well
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warnings: None really...it's a little gloomy, though.
Notes: A seventeenth birthday drabble for myself. && Hopefully it'll inspire my plot bunnies to attack.
Seventeen
(Happy birthday to you)
You're seventeen today, and it's pouring the rain in a city that never was.
You walk down the silent streets, the only sound being the echoes of the raindrops hitting the ground. Drip! Drip! Drip! The sound follows you as you continue your lone walk CLANG! You quickly raise your head causing your hair to send raindrops flying in every direction. You stare in the direction of the sound, and, had you been someone different, someone who wasn't used to this sort of thing, you would have dismissed it or believed your eyes to be playing tricks on you. But you know what you saw -- a shadow creeping along in the safety of the darkness. Your muscles tense, and your heart pounds. You're ready for a fight. The shadow jumps from the darkness behind you, and you turn just in time to avoid being slashed by its lethal claws. CLANG! CLANG! The sounds of your weapon against its hardened skin echo along with the falling rain. You fight for what feels like ages, striking lethal blows and dodging deadly swipes, over and over as more of the horrid beasts continue to slip quietly from the darkness they call home. Over and over you and the creatures dance this deadly dance, and with each step you pray that it won't be you falling on the stage this time. At last the final one falls with a heartbreaking cry, and you look at it. Once upon a time, it was a boy or girl with hopes and dreams. Maybe he or she dreamed of sailing the worlds and meeting new people; maybe he or she used to play with friends and make seashell necklaces and draw silly faces on a cavern wall. Maybe he or she was a carefree kid with no worries in the world. Once upon a time, it was someone just like you. You smile and correct yourself. No, once upon a time, it was someone just like you used to be. You dismiss your weapon and continue your walk. No one can tell if it's the rain or real tears that run quietly down your face as you silently walk away into the cold embrace of the welcoming darkness.
You're seventeen today, and today, you've lost all hope.
(May all your dreams come true...)