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out of heartbeats
by: pixie paramount (10/31/2007, 12:03 AM)
Kingdom Hearts, Riku Replica/Anti-Sora (implied Riku Replica/Naminé) & he's all out of heartbeats
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In the dark, there is nothing.
He can't feel his heart beating in his chest—
Oh, right, it didn't even exist to begin with.
He feels empty as the darkness creeps along the walls, boxing him in. He can't feel a thing as the shadow-smog curls along his skin.
(He can't even find it in himself to scream.)
And this kiss—this cold, dead kiss—doesn't make him feel.
It doesn't make him feel like the Riku he is not, nor does it make him feel whole like he's wanted to.
It doesn't make him feel real.
The boy is pure-black before him, this imposter-Sora with eyes that seem to bleed through the darkness, converging all around him (haunting him).
He doesn't feel as this non-Sora touches him. He doesn't feel a thing as this non-Sora pushes him down, down, down on his knees, as he tugs at his pants string.
He doesn't feel him moving inside him. He doesn't feel a thing.
(He is dead.)
He remembers, barely, of this girl in a tower surrounded by scraps of paper crinkled all over the floor, her markers thrown across the room and her crayons broken in half and her tears pooling—drip, drop, drip—into her hands.
He remembers and feels so, so sorry that he couldn't be real—couldn't be this Riku—for her. He's sorry that he can't hand his heart to her and pretend that it is her own (because he would if he could), just so she could know what he feels right now is—
Nothing.
Even in the light, there is nothing (for him).