Part Three: Hate
I hate myself for subjecting him to this. I can't help but feel that I'm at fault here somehow, that there was a way I could have prevented the whole thing at the Destiny Islands. That there was a way I could have protected him, from Maleficent, the Heartless, and myself. Yes, I believe he does need protection from me. It's becoming harder and harder to lie to Maleficent, to feign worry and distress over Kairi while wanting to scream at the top of my lungs for Sora and no one else.
Now that's a visual to go to bed with, although I'd highly prefer to make /him/ scream. But I digress.
I can't content myself with only little glimpses of him. That scene in Traverse Town was a mistake; I should have never gone. Better to live out my life serving Maleficent than to torture myself with infrequent glances and harsh words.
I gave in to temptation yet again when he and his merry little band was trapped inside Monstro; when he oh-so-bravely chose to go up against the Heartless at the core of the beast, I couldn't help but jump in. I knew that he couldn't take it alone, if his sparring matches against me were any indication. Even those friends of his, whose names I cannot seem to recall, were no match for that particular brand of Heartless.
But Sora and I together... oh, now that was a lethal combination! If I could ever catch him alone, we might be a lethal combination in other pursuits as well...
And we can see where my mind is today.
There's always that burning question - "what if he's in love with Kairi?" I don't think she's a threat to me. I have watched them - /him/ - extensively, during our idyllic childhood on the Destiny Islands, and there was nothing in the way they act towards each other to suggest anything more than a warm, comfortable friendship. However, one could say the same thing about Sora and myself.
I, fortunately, know better.
A/N: Woohoo! I like how Riku came out in this one... :) Part four, from Sora's POV, forthcoming... I just need to get inspired enough to write it. Later!
I hate myself for subjecting him to this. I can't help but feel that I'm at fault here somehow, that there was a way I could have prevented the whole thing at the Destiny Islands. That there was a way I could have protected him, from Maleficent, the Heartless, and myself. Yes, I believe he does need protection from me. It's becoming harder and harder to lie to Maleficent, to feign worry and distress over Kairi while wanting to scream at the top of my lungs for Sora and no one else.
Now that's a visual to go to bed with, although I'd highly prefer to make /him/ scream. But I digress.
I can't content myself with only little glimpses of him. That scene in Traverse Town was a mistake; I should have never gone. Better to live out my life serving Maleficent than to torture myself with infrequent glances and harsh words.
I gave in to temptation yet again when he and his merry little band was trapped inside Monstro; when he oh-so-bravely chose to go up against the Heartless at the core of the beast, I couldn't help but jump in. I knew that he couldn't take it alone, if his sparring matches against me were any indication. Even those friends of his, whose names I cannot seem to recall, were no match for that particular brand of Heartless.
But Sora and I together... oh, now that was a lethal combination! If I could ever catch him alone, we might be a lethal combination in other pursuits as well...
And we can see where my mind is today.
There's always that burning question - "what if he's in love with Kairi?" I don't think she's a threat to me. I have watched them - /him/ - extensively, during our idyllic childhood on the Destiny Islands, and there was nothing in the way they act towards each other to suggest anything more than a warm, comfortable friendship. However, one could say the same thing about Sora and myself.
I, fortunately, know better.
A/N: Woohoo! I like how Riku came out in this one... :) Part four, from Sora's POV, forthcoming... I just need to get inspired enough to write it. Later!