The Drabble Diaries
by Tomoyo-chan
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, but my roomie lets me borrow their games once in a while.
Warning: This one is a bit more violent then most of mine are. Still fairly non-graphic, but there are mentions of some uncomfortable things.
Silver and Gold - July 10, 2012
It was a nightmare, it had to be. Otherwise Ansem would never be standing before him, darkness dripping from his fingertips stealing the colors from his surroundings. Tendrils were already curling around his ankles and when he tried to call the Keyblade more sprang to his wrists. They twined through his fingers like cats, nuzzling his flesh and stopping the spark of the Keyblade.
This wasn't real, he thought squeezing his eyes closed. I'll wake up in my bed in a few moments and it will all be over. He flinched when he felt fingers caressing his cheeks.
'You think closing your eyes will make me go away? It won't.'
When he opened his eyes it was into Ansem's own gold-brown ones. They poured into him, pinning him as much as the surrounding darkness was starting to. Ansem was strangely tender as he ran this thumb over Sora's lip. Sora trembled. The darkness wrapping around his bare legs and exposed forearms sent less warning signals to his brain then that one touch. He tried to back away, pulling at that sludge like feeling of that black white world. But then Ansem grabbed him by the back of his head and forced their lips together.
Sora freaked. His lips were hard and bruising and burning hot. He tried to twist away, but the hand twisted in his hair and the other grabbed his wrist. Ansem bit his lip and only seemed encouraged by the coper taste of blood.
The black and white shapes of the world had dissolved away, but that didn't stop him from falling to his knees gasping as Ansem broke the kiss. He spit out blood and the taste of metal before the hands returned, this time grabbing him around the neck.
Sora tried again to call the Keyblade, but couldn't even get a spark. He grasped at the fingers and tried to knee the man kneeling before him but the mire like darkness and lack of oxygen weakened his blows.
When his knees gave out and he found himself against the ground he started really panicking. This was too real. He was going to die here. As he lost strength in his fingers, he did the only thing he could left. Focused on the tiny dimming light in his heart and prayed that someone would find him.
He gasped, blinking up at the body above him. Cool predawn light illuminated the half naked body of the silverette above him. Tanned skin was replaced by pale and bangs now framed blue-green eyes. He flinched though at the near identical looming position and hint of silver. Save fro the fingers around his neck and the concerned look, Riku was where Ansem had been.
"Sora..." Fingers moved to cup his cheek. Sora closed his eyes at the touch memory of Ansem doing the same.
"You're crying."
He reached up to find there were a few tears running from the corners of his eyes. Riku pulled back to his knees as Sora sat up. His hand drifted down from his cheek to his neck. He could still feel fingers there.
Sheets twisted around his knees and he took a few moments to straighten them as he took in his surroundings. Few colors showed in the faint light but it showed only his room, nothing out of place. He took a deep breath, simply because he could.
"It's nothing, just a dream." He avoided looking into Riku's eyes, afraid of what he would see there. Riku's eyes had once been just as gold. He twisted his fingers into the covers.
"Sora..." There was a touch of fingers to his own resting on the bedspread, stilling them. Sora stared resolutely down at their hands. He could feel the calluses from welding the Keyblade on Riku's fingertips and smooth skin from where the gloves normally covered.
"You know what King Mickey would say about dreams."
"I also know what he would say about you calling him 'King'."
A soft laugh, barely enough to reach his ears. "Too true."
He sat in the stillness a few minutes longer. He knew he would eventually have to talk about the dream (he didn't want to) but for now he could simply be in the presence of his best friend. Something was trembling on the horizon, but they had a few moments of quiet before it arrived. He wanted every minute of it. Emotion rushed through him and he grabbed tightly onto Riku's hands, his hair, his shoulders. Just one more minute.