Hey so welcome to my story, this plot bunny has been bouncing around in my head for awhile so I decided to write it out.
This was partially inspired by all the reincarnation fics I've been seeing floating around, and also because I've just always been sorta curious about the destiny island trio's parents. We know absolutely nothing about them in game after all.
This is unbetaded so I apologize for any grammatical or spelling mistakes, there will be translations of the names at the end of the chapter
Disclaimer: I own nothing of kingdom hearts or final fantasy except my own characters
As far as deaths go getting struck by lighting was probably not the death I was expecting but there you go, I had been a thirty two year old trans man when I died and my life hadn't been the greatest. When I outed myself to my parents at age sixteen they had summarily disowned me and told me not to come back unless I was going to be the "proper girl" they had raised me to be.
I had been homeless for awhile until my aunt and uncle tracked me down and took me in. That had been good except they were on the poorer side and we tended to struggle to make ends meet. But, they did their best for me and for that I'm forever grateful. Once I had graduated high school and managed to get into a nice community college I met the love of my life.
Mikhail had been taking the same British lit class that I was and the both of us being the only queer guys in the whole class had immediately hit it off. We married about two years after and once we felt that we were financially ready had adopted a kid. My life hadn't been the greatest but it did get better.
It was odd being dead you just kinda float around half conscious in the void until a bright as all hell light shined down, the next thing I remember was standing a massive stained glass platform. When I saw what that stained glass was the only thing to come out of my was.
"What." After all it isn't everyday that you see a massive stained glass portrait of a video game character.
Said character being Riku from Kingdom Hearts, I had played the games at friend's houses growing up so I did know about him, still I was extremely confused.
For some reason or another I was in the tutorial? area of Kingdom Hearts. Not knowing what to do I started walking forward only to jerk back and bite back a curse when a person appeared before me. No...not a person a child, I stood there staring in bewilderment at a seven year old Riku, immediately my fatherly instincts had kicked in an I reached for him.
When my hand touched his shoulder my eyes widened as memories flowed into me and holy hell did Riku have a shitty childhood. Born to one Yuuki and Emiko Koyama, Riku had born a healthy young boy. His mother on the other hand died giving birth to him, in his grief over the death of his wife Yuuki had neglected his son burying himself in work and barely coming home, leaving Riku basically to raise himself.
God it was no wonder the poor kid turned out the way he did in the games, always trying to be the center of attention, irrational jealously; abandonment issues. It was amazing that he actually turned out as well adjusted as he did in in dream drop distance.
"Oh kiddo you don't deserve that" I murmured wrapping my arms around child! Riku in a hug, he didn't respond but it made me feel better all the same.
"Child of another world, do you wish to help him?"A voice said, I let go of Riku and looked around trying to find the source of the voice.
"I see that you do not wish for him to suffer, you have to choices one you may go into the afterlife and await your husband, and son. Or you can be reborn as this chosen child's father and guide him down a better path" The voice said.
A better path? Had something happened in the games to destroy all the development Riku went through? I mulled it over in my head and while it wasn't like I didn't want to be reunited with my son and husband, of course I did I loved them dearly but Riku never got to experience that type of love; and nobody deserved that.
Having made my decision I nodded and child Riku vanished, "You have decided to be reborn then? Very well watch over him child of another world, and protect him." With the voice's final words to me every faded into darkness and then I woke up.
The first words out of my mouth were incoherent grumbling as I slapped the alarm clock that was on my bedside table. I then rolled out of bed and stared at the time, it was six o clock in the morning, the time Yuuki usually got up for work. No wait that was wrong after all I was Yuuki now wasn't I.
The memories I now had were disjointed and messy but I at least knew that I had never taken a sick day in my life, time to change that. I wasn't going to be the man Riku's father was, a man too entrenched in his grief to take care of his goddamn son. With that in my mind I quickly called the office, this was apparently one of the few times I was still home, told them I was sick and then hung up.
I needed to talk to my son. Once that was done I headed to the bathroom to do my morning ritual, after washing my face and brushing my teeth I took a moment to study myself in the mirror. Riku had got his silver hair from me and despite was you might think I wasn't a Sephiroth clone.
I had shoulder length silver hair with matching stubble but, what was quite surprising was that I had heterochromia. A green eye and blue eye stared back at me from the mirror and at first I debated shaving but since I was technically taking a sick day I decided against it.
I then moved over to my closet and peered at my clothes frowning in distaste as there didn't seem to be a casual set of clothing anywhere in it. I wound up making do with one of my button ups and a pair of jeans that I found after digging for ten minutes.
Checking the time again it was around seven, sadly I didn't know when Riku would get up another thing that made me furious at former! Arata. I headed to the kitchen and started making breakfast.
I opened the fridge and looked inside scowling when I saw there was barely any groceries, how the fuck did he expect Riku to not starve? The kid's seven years old! muttering curses under my breath I made do with what we had making a mental note to go grocery shopping later today. Soon enough the smell of food cooking was filling the air.
Hearing the noise of small feet walking on the floor I turned to face my son holding the frying pan in my hand. The way Riku looked at me absolutely broke my heart, he looked so confused and bewildered that his father was actually here.
"...Hey kiddo breakfast is gonna be ready soon why don't you sit down?" I said softly breaking Riku out of his frozen state and he shuffled towards the kitchen table.
Cooking went on in silence for a few more minutes before the food was ready, I quickly set the food on two plates setting them at the table before taking my seat. Riku was still watching me in confusion and was taking all of me not to start crying right in front of him.
"Alright go ahead and dig in okay?" At the Riku started hurriedly eating the food nearly choking.
"Whoa slow down Riku, the food isn't going anywhere I promise" I said, at that Riku's eyes flicked towards me before turning back to his food, this time eating slower. The kid at almost ate like a junkyard dog like he was afraid it was going to be taken away from him. Once we were finished Riku was back to staring at me as I put the dishes in the sink. When it was done I turned towards Riku who was still sitting at the kitchen table.
"We gotta talk kiddo." At that small phrase Riku's face morphed it one of guilt and terror, and before I could stop him the words spilled out of his mouth.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt Sora it was an accident, I'm sorry!" The way Riku looked at me horrified me, he looked like I was going to hit him.
"Ri- Riku, Riku! Calm down it's alright I'm not mad at you!" I got out between my son's repeated apologies. He immediately froze at me saying that.
"You're not mad at me?" He said slowly.
"God no Riku you said it was an accident and..that's not what I wanted to talk about, I want to apologize to you" I said.
"Apologize?"
"Yeah...I haven't been a good Dad to you Riku, I've left you all alone when I shouldn't have and I've just been too focused on Emiko's death to see that you needed me, I'm so sorry Riku." This time I actually did start crying.
How could I not with Yuuki's memories now sorted in my mind, I came to the realization that my former self had practically abandoned his kid and it was horrifying. The tears continued to trickle down my face and I turned away, I couldn't look at my son because of how ashamed I was.
"Riku...can you forgive me?" I asked quietly, I wanted to be a good father to him but, I would only be able to do so if Riku let me. Truth be told if he wanted to just go live with Sora or Kairi then I would be okay with that.
After everything he went through I didn't want to force to kid to do anything. I turned back to face Riku only to be surprised that he got off his chair and was now standing in front of me a serious expression on his face.
"Riku I know I don't have the right with how I've treated you but, if you will let me I'll do better. I won't leave you alone anymore and I'll make sure that you can talk to me about anything that you need to" I said, and I was being honest.
If he let me I was going to get a job either working out of the house or one close enough that I didn't have to travel. He would be my number one priority.
Riku fidgeted a bit before looking me dead in the eye, "you promise?" he said solemnly. Or as solemn as a seven year old child could be.
"I pinky promise" I replied and let a small smile come across my face as I held my pinky out. He studied my expression and then nodded interlocking his pinky with my own.
Thus started my new life as the father of the boy destined to become a Keyblade Master.
Name Translations
Yuuki: Gentleness, superiority, hope and radiance
Emiko: Smiling child
Koyama: Small mountain
I apologize if the translations are off, I'm using behind the name so I don't know how accurate it is