Title: Night
Rating: PG-13 (For Sora's dirty mouth)
Summary: He stands in his usual spot outside of her window invisible to the world, watching her every move.[S/K]
Author's Notes: I was thinking about turning this from a one-shot to a series or something. I've got a really good idea for it but I'll only do it if you guys think I should. I'll probably do a few rewrites on this one if I do turn it into a series. This is my first fic I've actually posted on here so any kind of criticism is welcome.
Disclaimer; dont own kh -- but you have no idea how much i want to
(the stuff in italics is Sora talking to himself.)
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It's not different from any other night.
Except tonight, it's raining.
He stands in his usual spot outside of her window invisible to the world, his hands stuck into the pockets of his long black trench coat that covers his body.His black hood shields his brunette hair from the rain drops that are falling. His wild locks of hair are barely contained by the hood. It seems like the only thing they couldn't tame was his hair. They've broken his spirit into pieces. They've taught him of the good and the bad of the world, of the dirty secrets that nobody wants to talk about. He feels no emotion over anything anymore. He belonged to the darkness of the night. There was no identity to him.
Her silhouette appears in the room and she turns the switch on her table lamp. She sits down on her couch and pulls a pillow to her chest as she reaches under the table and grabs a binder.
He recognizes it. She looks at it every night.
It's a photo album.
Sometimes she'll laugh and sometimes she'll scream his name followed by a few choice words. Other times she sits emotionless flipping through the pages of pictures.
But tonight is different.
Tonight, she cries.
He steps closer to the window making sure he's not seen. Her tears fall as fast as the rain that's coming down on him. She pulls out a picture from the album and stares at it.
"You broke your promise."
What was left of his heart broke into pieces as she said that. He wanted to tell her he hadn't broken his promise, that he was right here with her. He wanted to tell her that he loved her and she was all that kept him going. The love he had for her was all that kept him from being consumed by the darkness. He wanted to go to her and hold her. He stood outside her window so many nights just like tonight watching her and wishing he could for once go inside and touch her once more.
If only it was that easy.
See what you've done you asshole?
He hadn't noticed the tears that had begun to fall from his crystal blue eyes. The tears burned his cheeks because of the warmth they had and they mixed with the rain that was still falling. Before tonight, he had never allowed himself to cry over her. But enough was enough and he needed his release. He looked down at the ground to see the many roses that she had planted around the house. Roses were always her favorite flower. His glance shot back up to the window when he heard something hit against the wall. He saw the binder of pictures scattered about the room and she was sitting on the couch with her legs pulled to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs.
This was all his fault.
What the hell was his problem?
Maybe he had broken his promise to her.
He said he would always be there for her.
Bullshit.
Yeah, it really looks like he's there for her now.
Look what you've done. She hurts because of you.
He watched her wipe the tears from her eyes and dim the light that was in the room. She laid down on the couch and pulled the blanket that lay at the end of the couch over top of her. He sighed as she closed her eyes. She was so beautiful. After all the pain that he has caused her, he didn't deserve her. She deserved somebody who wasn't running around trying to b superman and save the world. He touched the glass on the window and traced the outline of her body.
"This is all my fault.. I don't deserve her." He said softly.
"You shouldn't talk to yourself, Sora. People might think you're crazy."
Sora turned around and saw a boy dressed exactly like him. He sighed.
"You scared the shit out of me, Riku."
"Sorry man," Riku said as he walked over to stand beside his friend, "but Mickey sent me to get you."
Riku watched his friend take one last long look at her as she lay sleeping on the couch.
"Kairi still loves you, Sora. She won't give up on you. One day you won't have to stand outside of the window in the rain and watch her like this." And with that, Riku turned and started to walk away from his friend. Sora adjusted his keyblade that lay under his coat and kissed his hand and placed it against the window.
Wait for me, Kairi
And with that, the keyblade wielder ran off to join his friend that was already halfway down the street.
Rating: PG-13 (For Sora's dirty mouth)
Summary: He stands in his usual spot outside of her window invisible to the world, watching her every move.[S/K]
Author's Notes: I was thinking about turning this from a one-shot to a series or something. I've got a really good idea for it but I'll only do it if you guys think I should. I'll probably do a few rewrites on this one if I do turn it into a series. This is my first fic I've actually posted on here so any kind of criticism is welcome.
Disclaimer; dont own kh -- but you have no idea how much i want to
(the stuff in italics is Sora talking to himself.)
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It's not different from any other night.
Except tonight, it's raining.
He stands in his usual spot outside of her window invisible to the world, his hands stuck into the pockets of his long black trench coat that covers his body.His black hood shields his brunette hair from the rain drops that are falling. His wild locks of hair are barely contained by the hood. It seems like the only thing they couldn't tame was his hair. They've broken his spirit into pieces. They've taught him of the good and the bad of the world, of the dirty secrets that nobody wants to talk about. He feels no emotion over anything anymore. He belonged to the darkness of the night. There was no identity to him.
Her silhouette appears in the room and she turns the switch on her table lamp. She sits down on her couch and pulls a pillow to her chest as she reaches under the table and grabs a binder.
He recognizes it. She looks at it every night.
It's a photo album.
Sometimes she'll laugh and sometimes she'll scream his name followed by a few choice words. Other times she sits emotionless flipping through the pages of pictures.
But tonight is different.
Tonight, she cries.
He steps closer to the window making sure he's not seen. Her tears fall as fast as the rain that's coming down on him. She pulls out a picture from the album and stares at it.
"You broke your promise."
What was left of his heart broke into pieces as she said that. He wanted to tell her he hadn't broken his promise, that he was right here with her. He wanted to tell her that he loved her and she was all that kept him going. The love he had for her was all that kept him from being consumed by the darkness. He wanted to go to her and hold her. He stood outside her window so many nights just like tonight watching her and wishing he could for once go inside and touch her once more.
If only it was that easy.
See what you've done you asshole?
He hadn't noticed the tears that had begun to fall from his crystal blue eyes. The tears burned his cheeks because of the warmth they had and they mixed with the rain that was still falling. Before tonight, he had never allowed himself to cry over her. But enough was enough and he needed his release. He looked down at the ground to see the many roses that she had planted around the house. Roses were always her favorite flower. His glance shot back up to the window when he heard something hit against the wall. He saw the binder of pictures scattered about the room and she was sitting on the couch with her legs pulled to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs.
This was all his fault.
What the hell was his problem?
Maybe he had broken his promise to her.
He said he would always be there for her.
Bullshit.
Yeah, it really looks like he's there for her now.
Look what you've done. She hurts because of you.
He watched her wipe the tears from her eyes and dim the light that was in the room. She laid down on the couch and pulled the blanket that lay at the end of the couch over top of her. He sighed as she closed her eyes. She was so beautiful. After all the pain that he has caused her, he didn't deserve her. She deserved somebody who wasn't running around trying to b superman and save the world. He touched the glass on the window and traced the outline of her body.
"This is all my fault.. I don't deserve her." He said softly.
"You shouldn't talk to yourself, Sora. People might think you're crazy."
Sora turned around and saw a boy dressed exactly like him. He sighed.
"You scared the shit out of me, Riku."
"Sorry man," Riku said as he walked over to stand beside his friend, "but Mickey sent me to get you."
Riku watched his friend take one last long look at her as she lay sleeping on the couch.
"Kairi still loves you, Sora. She won't give up on you. One day you won't have to stand outside of the window in the rain and watch her like this." And with that, Riku turned and started to walk away from his friend. Sora adjusted his keyblade that lay under his coat and kissed his hand and placed it against the window.
Wait for me, Kairi
And with that, the keyblade wielder ran off to join his friend that was already halfway down the street.