A small, small drabble made in fifteen minutes, designed to force my writing funk out the window and into the snow. I have other, much longer works in the process, but it's taking me awhile. Oh, is it ever. But, standard disclaimers, all that bullshit, make me merry by sending me a review. Or something you deem fancy.
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He wakes to the Soul Eater singing in his head, vibrating against his flesh and rattling his bones.
In front of him stands Anti-Sora, and, if he (He? Do shadows have genders?) had flesh, his neck would have been cut and red blood would be trickling down his sword. Instead, shadow curls around the edge, licks the steel like a dog eager to please.
And, behind him, on the bed he had been sleeping against, lays Kairi- perfectly still and hands folded on her stomach, reminding him of the book that Maleficent had give him that had pictures on every third page. Snow White.
Brush up on the Seven Princesses, She had said, one hand slowly traveling over the downy feathers of her crow. He squawks annoyingly at Riku, belittling him in his own language. You'll understand why it's so important that we capture them.
Riku wonders briefly (and it is so brief he feels as if the thought was forced into his head, only to be rejected) if Anti-Sora has come to kiss Kairi awake. He ditches the thought in a split instant. Instead, he focuses on the incomparable oddity of the situation.
Here he is, standing, with Soul Eater in his hands, facing a darker version of his best friend with the girl he loves behind him. The Soul Eater is singing against the neck of the anti version of the boy (he wishes were here) in front of him, and... And..
Oh, he wishes Kairi was in front of him instead and the boy he loved lay behind him, only asleep, only dreaming, not trapped because his hearts disappeared.
And it is here that Riku is forced to make a decision.
Stay with this silent girl, in this silent room, and remain the way he is now- strong, reckless, and desperate. Trying to be a hero he knows he'll never be.
Or...
Stepping out of the room, he turns around viciously and slams the shadow to the wall. Anti-Sora looks at him with huge, jaundice yellow eyes, and if they could show emotion they would show an understanding.
It seems to open its mouth, break its jaws open, about to say something so inexplicably Sora- "Riku, what are you doin-"
Riku slams his mouth against the black and wishes the wrists pinned beneath his were flesh.