Odd One Out

by the red 1

Riku hated it. He hated destiny. He hated being the "villain." He hated almost everything. The only thing he wanted to know is who it was that chose him as the villain.

Odd one out

One Shot

The Red 1

Looking back at it now, Riku never could figure out why he had saved Sora from Xemnas in that final battle. At the time the only thing running through his head had been "we have to make it home together." That made sense, right? I mean, the two of them were best friends, had been for almost fourteen years. And they still were. They were best friends.

And yet Riku hated Sora more then anything else in the world. More then anything. Confused yet? It wasn't because the two of them didn't get along, no they got along great. It was because they were too much alike; because they both loved the same person more then anything in the worlds.

But mostly, Riku hated Sora so much because he was the one who got the happy ending. While Sora got to go off and live the perfect life, Kairi right by his side, the people of almost every world willing to bend over backwards for him; Riku was just that guy.

That guy who fell to darkness

That guy who thought he had a chance with Kairi, a Princess of Hearts.

That guy who sat by that deformed paopu tree and did nothing but stair at the ocean all day.

That guy who had stopped talking to people at the age of nineteen, because he was a "troubled youth," or a "young man who needed some stronger discipline as a child."

Riku hated Sora because he had taken everything. Sora had taken Kairi, his first love. Sora had taken people's respect for him. Sora had taken away his respect for himself. And because of Sora, Riku had lost the ability to walk.

Riku, the once great athlete and swordsman, was now confined to a wheelchair because Xemnas's attack had damaged his spinal cord. So while Sora ran off around to different worlds with Kairi, Riku was still sitting down at the beach, watching the ocean like he had when he was a child dreaming of adventures on different worlds.

Sora had it all. And Riku had nothing.

Sora was friendly and brave. Riku had thrown away all of his emotions for apathy, and hatred.

Sora had someone who would love him until the day he died. And Riku had his lone spot at the beach.

It sucked really. But something like this always has to happen. It's a tradition, or a cliché, or canon. The "hero" gets the happy ending, while the "villain" lives out the rest of his life in shame. And if he had no other choice, Riku would be the villain. He just wanted to know one thing.

Who gets to decide if you're the "villain" or the "hero?"