Author's Note: (edited July 22, 2006) I changed the title of this from "Black" to "Paopu Island" as I will now be using it as a place to post my one-shots for the LiveJouranl community, fanfic100.
This first oneshot is for Prompt 018: Black
Black
Sora shivered, whimpering in the darkness as he squeezed his eyes shut against the black this act only strengthened. He clutched his blanket to him, wringing it in his hands – hands which yielded a formidable weapon; the hands of the hero. Those hands. . .
One cerulean eye slipped open cautiously to peer at an outstretched hand. It was pale against the darkness, but all Sora could see was black. Black shifting against the blacker shadows, black moonlight pouring in through the windows to dance with its distant, black cousin.
Black muscles twisting and springing to life, leaping towards him with outstretched hands that mirrored his own, black muscles twitching and contracting in pain as something not black, yielded by a not black twin, came in sharp, black contact with the screeching black monster.
A monster. A black monster inside a scared child who was supposed to be Hero. No one saw it. Not Kairi, not Yuffie, not Leon. No one saw it, but the monster was there. Sora could feel the blackness of it, the cold black that slithered deep in the hidden black alleys of his heart. No one saw it. Sora felt it, but no one saw it.
No. Riku saw it. Riku saw it, and embraced it. He saw it and he gave it the blackness. He gave it a shape, and that shape had been Sora's.
A warning? A warning of what could be, a warning that Sora must ignore the black in his heart or he will soon be like this black Sora, this Anti-Sora? A warning?
No.
That black was not Sora's. Sora's black had no shape and it stretched across all the worlds, eating them, devouring them as Sora watched the light recede and struggled against the gorging black.
That black, the Anti-Sora, was Riku's black.
Sora was Riku's black, his darkness.
Sora, the hero, the Light of the Worlds, was Sora's black, his darkness, even as Riku was Sora's light, the beacon that cut through Sora's black, urging him on. Sora fought to save Riku, but…
Sora was the very thing Riku had found in the black that lurked in his heart.
Sora wrapped the blanket around him tightly and stumbled out of bed, tripping over the black objects hidden in the black shadows. He did not bother wiping away the warm tears that rolled down his cheeks as he fumbled for the light switch, he only sighed as the black flew away and he slipped the floor, curling into a tight ball.
"Riku," he whispered, and the sacred word was darkened by the black shadows that had stolen a bit of Sora's heart.