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SCREWCAP.
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♫x:oxX,x.O♫
"Are you crazy?"
♫o:xo.Ox,o♫
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K a i r i . . .
Broken doll, limp, lifeless
Dull red hair veiling her ghostly pale face
Oh,
Kairi...
She's broken.
Sora's brow creases with worry and fear
Ever the
Hero...
Closes his clammy fingers around the cold metal
Smiles, never one to display weakness
Ever so
Stupid...
Letting the thick black blade hover over his chest
The sharp knife edge glints maliciously
Why is he such a
Fool...
Plunges the keyblade into his torso
Slices through layers of tissue and muscle
Splits up his
Heart...
SORA
- - "exclaimed, shouted into the air"
SORA
- - "gasped at, fretted for, terribly so"
SORA
- - "where are you can you hear me come back SORA come back"
Now all you can do is run
Run before the Heartless come
Run before they all arrive
Run, now, to save your lives
If you just keep going you'll be fine
Go and you'll get out in time
Go quickly, for they move quite fast
Go, now, while you've got the chance
Living but Lonely
Walking but Falling
Welcome but Worried
Together but Alone
Relieved but Disappointed
Grateful but Grieved
And just like that, he's human again, his Heartless form recoiling into dust
How convenient
You hold a Heartless, and it merges into a being, with no cruel intentions
Or less, at least
What would happen if you embraced a Nobody?
Hearts wouldn't combine, nothing would change
Maybe not in your mind
Worlds could shift
Everything would be different
Beautiful, warm, magical
Any cliche you like, free delivery
A blonde girl
A sketchpad
Coloured pencils
Blending together on an eerily white page
Many, many pages
Linked together on a never-ending loop
Her white dress matches her canvas
Not a speck of dust, smudge of dirt
The only colours she possesses are shaded
delicately across each unique piece of blank paper
Colours blended daintily together, vibrant hues
glowing in idyllic harmony
Their pretty melodies singing a beautiful tune
Like sugar and sweet things, rhythmic and smooth
Perfectly in time
She's perfect
Too perfect
Too perfect to be real
Too perfect to be true
She's not perfect
Not perfect
Not perfect, can't feel
Not perfect like you.
Amidst all of this, Kairi sits at home, Kairi goes to school
Kairi straightens her hair, Kairi plays with Selphie, Kairi
paints her nails, Kairi applies thick layers of dusky mascara
Kairi rolls up her skirt, Kairi loosens her tie, Kairi undoes
the top button of her crisp white school blouse, Kairi pouts
into the cracked mirror of the girls' bathroom while she licks
her lips and puckers up for her reflection, lipgloss stick on a
permanent loop, staining on the rosy pink hue over and over
and over and over
and over and over
again.
Kairi is so like Naminé,
with her -
- glossy hair
- smooth skin
- big eyes
- dainty nose
- rounded chin
- pink lips
- slim build
- bare legs
- ivory complexion
- poised stature
Or is Naminé like Kairi?
with her -
- faint smile
- sallow complexion
- sunken cheeks
- stick limbs
- saddened expression
- quivering lips
- silent tongue
- shaking hands
- crouched stance
- observant eyes
and without her -
- heart.
and, well, who wouldn't want
The Real Thing
?
as opposed to
The Carbon Copy
?
even if the clone is
The New Improved Version
,
wouldn't you prefer
The Original
?
because never could
The Latest Edition
compare to
The Genuine Model
.
The Real Thing - The Carbon Copy
The Original - The New Improved Version
The Genuine Model - The Latest Edition
The beach is empty, but for thick layers of soft sand, and the gentle sea crawling up the shore. The tide is coming in and she knows she must leave soon, yet she can't bring herself to tear her gaze away. The horizon, an infinite meeting point, where the sea and the sky connect, even if their connection appears only vague from where she is standing.
She wonders, as she watches the sun sink behind the shimmering ocean, shunning the slowly darkening sky, whether she will ever see the sky again. Not the vast blue dome that encircles the island, but Sora. Her sky.
She is the sea, the long, never-ending expanse of shimmering water, always there, extending her arm out to him.
He is the sky, the looming majestic screw cap on the bottle of the world, too high and mighty to bend down lower to greet her. While he is there, nobody can open Destiny Islands up again, nobody can split it open and spill its contents down the sink.
But they could shake the islands up, making them frothy and bubbly so that they fizzed up and exploded out the opening when things really did go wrong.
Kairi hates comparing her home to a fizzy drink, like lemonade gone sour, or cherryade rotting your teeth, but it seems the most accurate comparision. Sparkling water doesn't sparkle, it spits angry little bubbles at you if you open it too quickly, and let out an indignant hiss as you twist off its lid, just like Destiny Islands would if Sora didn't come swooping to her rescue again, just in the nick of time.
She hates relying on Sora too. It makes her feel small and stupid. She wishes she could do things for herself.
Well, screw the screwcap, she thinks, clenching her fists.
She doesn't need Sora. She doesn't need anybody.
Black fog
Black swirls
Black portal
Black robe
Black shoes
Black gloves
Green eyes
Blue face paint
Red spiky hair
Two words:
"Hello, Princess."
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♫o.x,OxX:o♫
"You don't even know me."
♫xO:x.Xx,o♫
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"I know everything, Princess
Got it memorized?"
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a/n: yay! this's prolly nawt my best work, but i couldn't get inspired and i was feeling all angsty so i just wrote some crappy nonsense like i normally do. this is an angsty-nonsense-drabble-oneshot-ficlet, fer silver moon droplet's kaixel contest. and it is kaixel, btw. oh crap, you can't really tell, can you? bah, damneet. xP