Black and White keys
A newbie to fanfics, please read and review.
Second Kingdom Heart fanfic. Surprisingly my first one was a CP that was not very familiar with, Saix/Axel, but I liked the way it turned out. I mainly am focused on Riku, he is my favorite character, after all... So goes this fanfic. Probably no more then 5 chapters, I will update as much as I can.
Thank you very much, enjoy.
His fingers moved like those black butterflies dancing in the breeze, making the black and white keys play their music.
Low. High. Low. High. Low. High.
Those unchained melodies.
He awakes from the dream.
Breath, in and out, heavily, almost painful, as if the music's sad tone in the land of the illusions could torn himself apart.
He scratched his head, his spiky brown hair stood out as usual, except sweat stick to the edges, strolling down his cheeks. He could almost feel some tears wondering in his eyes, except the dream was not sad, in fact now what he woke up, all he can remember was the sound, the beautiful sound, and the vivid images of these long and bony fingers in black leather gloves moving in grace and making the music. He didn't remember who or what the person played. He doesn't know any instruments, in fact. The melodies were unfamiliar even if he heard in his sleep so many times.
The ones before today, again in his dreams, were the same tone. Not another trite depressing one, but one that is cryptic, almost feel if there were nothing to it, but listen to it with your heart, you can almost feel the regret and the sorrow, clinging to something, which words cannot delineate itself.
Sora is still in his pajamas sitting on his bed. He stared outside the window as the sun dye the sky with shades of red. The sea's calming waves, the island's palm trees, the swirls of sands bought by the wind.
Nostalgic.
It seems as if nothing's changed.
The crown's necklace he wears is around on his neck. His hand covers it. He had it for ever he can remember, it's either the 2nd birthday or the 3rd, Riku did gave it as a birthday present.
Above his heart.
He knows Nobodies doesn't have a heart. Learn that early on in the journey. In fact they don't truly exist at all. But where do they go once they return to their selves before, like Roxas did to him? They can't suddenly go to nowhere, for they're, now together as one.
He wrapped his arms around his knees; make himself small, so he can feel his insides scrunch up and really get feeling.
He's alive. With his Nobody.
But no matter how much he wants to, he does not feel Roxas, see or him have any memories of him, really. He would like to know. To know what happened to Riku then, and perhaps destroy this irritating distance his best friend is creating, if not on purpose, he could feel the chill in Riku's eyes, a faraway look like when the person is here, but they're not.
Questions. He had many of them.
Where do Nobodies they go?
Where do their beings go?
Where does their memory go?
Is part of him now Roxas, or is he still Sora?
What are these dreams?
What do they mean?
Roxas, can you hear me?
Unanswered questions.
He decides to go back to sleep.
I was there. But I shouldn't be, didn't want to be, but I was there, lying there.
It's 10 and the brunette just woke up, again. The light hits his eyes; his head is a little dizzy now, a lethargy feeling runs up. Sleeping too less or too much, both equally bad, Sora thought. No dreams as far he can remember. Gives himself a good stretch, yelled a good morning to the world, and off goes Sora's day.
Change. Wash. Eat. Leave.
4 steps of getting up in the morning.
He ran outside, pushing the wooden door open. Wakka and Tidus is having their daily argument about blitzball, and Selphie and Kairi are on the other island not so far away from this one, shopping as they said, and catching up on the latest gossip.
It seems the girls are never too worried about anything, except maybe fashion and clothing, which is a mystery to him in many ways, but as Riku explained, girls are just… girls.
Speak of the devil, Sora thought. There goes Riku, sitting on the palm tree, watching the waves.
Like he always would, but it doesn't feel the same.
"Riku!" He calls out his name.
Riku. His name is Riku.
The moment the name escaped his lips; the other thought came into his head. For a mere second or less, he felt not himself.
The memories.
He stopped abruptly in running, suddenly as if lost in bewildered, his eyes empty.
The voices ringing inside him, except it does not belong to him.
He is lost.
Riku. Riku.
Who……?
"Sora?"
His soft voice, light and crisp, cut through what seem like a daydream. Sora immediately came back to his senses, as if hypnotized one second ago. He is clearly confused, sea blue eyes pondered, he can't remember anytime in his life having to think that thought. Matters not now. He smiles brightly at Riku, who jumped off the palm tree gracefully and swiftly, strings of silver hair flew as he did so.
"Someone overslept today." Riku grinned, if it's not just a curve of lips.
"Hey, it's first time in a while. Besides, can't a hero get his beauty sleep?" Sora responded, his hand scratching his hair with a small smirk.
"Beauty sleep? Nice try, but your hair sure isn't going any better." As pointed to Sora's extremely messy hair today, which is very odd, for usually it goes right back the way it is. As for Riku, it's always the same soft silvery hair, so light and fluffy looking.
The breeze is warm, and Riku's hair went with it.
Sora's eyes lingered.
When has his hair become so long? When have his bangs started to cover his eyes?
Aquamarine. Chained related words: Riku.
He remembers that it was in fact his first big word, his mother was proud when he spelled it out. One day, he did found an aquamarine stone, and gasp, the color of it! It's Riku's eyes! He did so been so excited by the discovery, he ran the entire way home and show his mother the rock. Then he learns the word aquamarine, and ever since it's been his word.
"Aquamarine." He smiles.
"…?" For a sec Riku couldn't catch on what Sora was talking about, but then his eyes lightened up and gave a small, croaked laugh. "But of course, you have to change it to this subject."
"Well you know, aquamarine is like, my first big word in life."
"Honorably, the color of my eyes."
"Well duh, Riku. " Sora stuck out his tongue. "You're my best friend."
…
And there goes that distance. The silence.
Riku looked away, his bangs shadows hiding his eyes.
His eyes couldn't lie.
How he wished he could take it back, but words said never return themselves. Yet he spoke whole truth, and more to say, the facts. Sea blue eyes sternly and piercingly looked at Riku, who refuse to look at him.
"Riku."
"Riku, look at me."
He grabbed his arms. Sora is surprised as his felt the icy cold skin, as if under the blazing steam sun cannot warm the silver hair boy's heart. The light shine upon him, Sora felt the first time how tender and soft his skin was.
He eyes dart away. Aquamarine.
From the corner of Sora's eyes he sees the wooden swords lying on the sand not afar. His eyes blank as the memories pour in, of him and Riku when they are young, sword fighting for the winner.
He let go. Running towards the wooden swords, pick them up and threw one to Riku. Riku, out of reflexes caught it perfectly within his hands. A little dumbstruck, staring at the wooden sword in his hand, as if not knowing what to do with it.
Sora raises the sword so it pointed directly to Riku.
"Is this…?" Riku looked up.
"It's a challenge. You chicken out or what?" With a smirk on Sora's face, he knew this will provoke Riku's will to fight.
"And what gives you the idea that I would chicken out against total sap like you?"
The aquamarine's dullness lights up, all of sudden full of life.
Sora smiled, if not in much as picking-a-fight sort of thing, it's the gratitude.
Let this distance fade.
Like the old days, Riku did always teased him to fight harder, while this time Sora is actually winning by a pinch, which is a surprise, since the stronger one has always been Riku. Perhaps it's journey that strengthened him so much, but Riku wasn't exactly backing off either. Sora jumped high in midair, holding his sword in both hands and the edge pointing straight to the sword in Riku's hand. Riku dodged yet not fully making it, as Sora's sword struck the wood to shattered pieces.
"
"Dream on, Sora. That was pure luck." Riku snorted.
"Yeah right!"
The laugher rang through the island.
Yet Sora had the same feeling that Riku was not here.
They played till the twilight and dusk is near. Climbing up the palm tree and watching as the sky fade from the blazing red.
"Hey Riku."
"What?"
"I can protect you now, you know?" Sora faced Riku, his eyes lingered on his pale skin turning olive by the light, and the long eyelashes, covering in his eyes.
If there was anyone, any boy, he could call beyond beautiful, he had no other choice then Riku.
Embrace him, he will be in your arms, protect him, he is fragile.