001: Of the Dead and Dying
Title: Secrets in the Clock
Prompt: Whisper
Main Summary: AU. Fall was just one of those seasons. Leaves fell, things wasted and died, and people shied away from an explicable end. They say fall was the season of dying and, to be honest, Kairi could now see where that came from. A flyer proclaims something new to a dying year: a circus of wonders. Enter madness. Dark themes. Gen. Entries get longer over time.
Warnings overall: Suspense and horror, with minor mentions of gore, dark themes. Possible scenes of T&I in future chapters.
The world was bright, was one thing he noticed.
His hair whipped around his face, flaxen and dull and moving how dead things move in a whirlwind. Eyes, like glass, were hazed but unmoving with great obscurity. Spots of red and darkening brown whispered tales of congealing blood, and he smiled grimly, wielding the gun that did the deed.
"How could you?" That was Kairi. "How could you do that to Sora? He trusted you!" A harsh whisper.
But Tidus just smiled wryly and said, "If I could do it again, I'd use a bigger gun."
Kairi's face was slack with disbelief. And then she snorted, the sound thick and sharp in the air. "That was the dumbest punchline I have ever heard."
From his awkward position on the ground, and gripping his controller, Sora rolled his eyes and said, "Even I think that was cheesey, and that's coming from me."
"King Cheese himself," Riku noted, thumbing through a magazine about cars.
They were out on Sora's back patio, lazing about and doing whatever. It was a windy day, and grayish clouds foretold possible showers to come. Kairi leaned across the coffee table to snag the bowl of M&Ms, but Sora cut her off to take it for himself.
"Hey!" The glare was withering, cut through him like a knife to butter.
He only snapped his teeth in reply, mouth wrapped tightly around the spoils of his steal. From his perch on the couch, Wakka snuffled and turned over, settling back in for his nap.
And then Selphie burst in the room, a waxed flyer gripped firmly in one hand, with arms flailing and a face that held all the excitement in the world. "The circus is coming!" was her exultant cry.
The room at large winced at her volume, but they were used to it. It was Selphie.
Game paused and magazine down, and drowsing all but forgotten, the group scooted closer to see just what the fuss- and it certainly was a fuss- was all about.
"Circus Oblivion," Riku deadpanned. "Seriously?"
End Drabble
A/N: So, this started out as a drabble-fic- honest, it did! Only… I realized I'm not very good at containing my words. I decided to just loosely follow prompts and go with the flow, see what my mind comes up with. Reviews are loved and make me smile during a time of evil final exams :)