Personal Soundtrack
by Raedyn L.
Notes: I did it for the money.
...Oh, who am I kidding? I did it for the lack of RikuKairi.
See, my best writing friend CrossoverQueen kindly agreed to do a write-off.
1. Get a friend and pick a fandom. Also, a pairing if you want one. (Mine was Kingdom Hearts: RikuKairi.)
2. Write some themes and throw em in a hat.
3. Pick one out and write for ten minutes nonstop.
4. Read the finished drabble-things out loud.
5. Repeat until you can't write anymore, for god's sake have some pity on this poor writer...!
This fic is compiled of three writeoffs stretched across a week.
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day I, theme i. The Cure: Pictures of You
The Cure reaches into his head and pulls everything out so that Riku is startlingly naked no matter what the weather is doing. He would really like to pull a black blindfold over his eyes again, because it is like his security blanket and looking at Kairi listen to the Cure makes him feel itchy and uncomfortable like wearing a wool coat in summer.
Not nice.
The opening intro has her in a thoughtless daze, crumbling around waiting for the lyrics to kick in, and absolutely nothing is like what he'd expected.
"I don't really get it," Kairi says softly. "It makes me feel weird. Sort of like walking in the rain but it's warm and it's boring and soft.. I don't really know what to think about it."
And so Riku is alienated in another method from his friends, on the matter of music: What he likes and doesn't like.
He really likes the Cure and he doesn't know why Kairi shouldn't but one look at her listening to that superlong intro and he's got the jitters again, flowing in time to the music, rambling and shy.
I've been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they're real...
...Remembering you standing quiet in the rain
As I ran to your heart to be near...
The music keeps kicking Riku in the face, he doesn't know why it's still playing in his head even after Kairi gave him the headphones back with a smile and a word to Sora about something else they were doing. The homework (the music), the silence (the music is gone), the...
Everything about this place feels wrong.
Namine, cluttering up her drawings with pictures of me and you and someone white in the background, watching us.
Smiling...
Silently..
They aren't even lifelike, these crude representations of the human figure, but after ages and ages in darkness and those were the last things I saw and Riku just explodes when he first sees the Real Kairi because I thought you were a drawing.
are you real are you real are you--
This isn't real.