It was done, the bastard was fading before his very eyes. The leader of Organization XIII shimmered in a flash of white and gray before being consumed, until only Riku was left standing. He hung his head. His grip tightened on the handle of Way to Dawn, turning his knuckles white.
This is all wrong.
Riku turned away from the empty space towards a figure lying on the ground. Eyes bloodshot, they shimmered underneath his silver bangs. He couldn't get that moment out of his head. He couldn't shake that feeling, the awful shock of electricity that bit at him when he tried to free him.
He ignores the sharp stinging on his back and shoulders when he couldn't block every laser bullet. The bruise on his stomach from getting kicked away flares up even more as he crouches down to sit next to his friend. Images flash through his head of the boy suspended in the air with barbed ropes of magic consuming his energy at an alarming rate. His legs couldn't push him fast enough. He couldn't produce his dark orbs soon enough. He didn't jump as quickly as he needed to be. And he denies seeing his friend's arm go slack at just the moment he leaped to free him.
He reaches over with a shaky arm to pull the unresponsive brunette into his lap, cradling him as his guilt finally spills out in hot tears.
"Sora. I'm so sorry."
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