Author's note: These are newer drabbles, but still all ones that have been posted on livejournal.
Disquiet
Prompt: disquiet
"You should get rid of the boy."
Maleficent raised a graceful eyebrow at the sorcerer, "Jumping at shadows again, Jafar?"
"Hardly," Jafar wrapped his boney fingers around his staff.
He was, of course, correct in this. The boy was no shadow. He was flesh and blood and beating heart, which was perhaps the most disturbing thing about him. Anyone else would have long ago lost himself and dissolved into ravenous empty hunger, skidding mindlessly through the darkness, seeking endlessly to sate the insatiable.
But not Riku.
This was, of course, why she would not be getting rid of the boy.
"Your fears are… quaint," she drawled, knowing that pride was ever waiting to send the sorcerer sprawling. "The boy will serve his purpose and most likely be lost in the process. There will be nothing left of him to fear when this is over."
"And if he isn't lost?" Jafar was unruffled, apparently still feeling he had the upper hand in the conversation.
"Then I will have a new pet," Maleficent replied airily.
"As you wish, Maleficent," Jafar's voice oozed with insincerity; he did not believe the witch capable of keeping the boy.
"Of course," Maleficent did not watch the sorcerer as he walked away.
It was only after the footsteps had faded that she allowed herself to look. She could see the boy through the window, sitting on the balcony railing, staring listlessly at the empty sky. He was unaware of how brightly he stood out against the backdrop of the dying world, like the last star before the pre-dawn darkness.
Disquiet rippled at the edges of the witch's awareness, but she refused to acknowledge it. She was, after all, the great Maleficent, and no mere boy would ever be a threat to her.
No More Promises
Prompt: promises
Riku wouldn't make promises anymore.
He had promised Sora when they were little, and their world had been made of sand and sea and salt water taffy, that they would always be friends. Then he had let the darkness in and it had devoured their world, then found a place to roost in his heart. He had raised a deadly blade against the little boy he used to chase across the sand, confident that in the end he would be the only one standing.
"You've never broken any promises to me," Sora laughed and accepted the offered hand up, having lost both keyblade and battle in their latest round of sparring.
He had promised Kairi after she fell from the sky that he would always protect her. He vanquished the monsters in her closet and the spiders under her bed. Then he had unlocked the door, and even though he thought he was still protecting her, the truth was, he was the threat from which she needed the most protection.
"You're always there to save me," Kairi kissed his cheek as she cast Cure, soothing away the burns and cuts.
He had promised Mickey that he would never give up. Standing at the cross-roads, about to part ways, it had been hard to deny the mouse king anything, and even though he hadn't really thought the promise would end quite the way the king hoped for, he was willing to try. Then he had found himself in a city of darkness and nothing, about to lose his only chance to save his friends, and he had stopped fighting the darkness that was clawing at his heart and become what he had fought so hard not to be.
"You're my star child," Mickey said fondly to the drowsy boy sprawled beside he and his wife on the picnic blanket. "No matter how dark it gets you always shine."
Riku wouldn't make promises anymore. Instead, he spent his time trying to keep the ones he had already made.
Destiny
Prompt: Here Comes trouble
"Why does looking at you always tick me off?"
An odd sensation passed through Sora at those words, and he turned to look at the speaker, feeling cool and confident and not quite himself. He couldn't exactly say he felt unlike himself either.
"I donno," Sora replied. "Maybe it's destiny."
Seifer froze, unable to explain the sudden shiver that went down his spin, or why he felt like this scene had played out before.
"Do I know you from somewhere else?" Seifer demanded.
"Not in this life," Sora grinned, sudden understanding showing itself like Roxas' edged smile. "So, you gonna cooperated with destiny like a good little boy?"
Seifer glared, fingers flexing as if itching to grab a sword, though it was unlikely he had ever handled anything more vicious than a struggle club. Maybe a baseball bat; this was Seifer after all.
Suddenly he relaxed, his smug sneer falling back into its usual place. "I don't cooperate with anything."
Sora snorted softly.
"Meet me at the sandlot," Seifer tossed over his shoulder as he walked away. "I'll show you how friendly I can be."
Sora was more amused than the conversation had really warranted. In his other life, he hadn't had much of a choice, but in this life, he had every intention of challenging destiny head on.