Returning to the Light
Part Six - A Reunion
`Bleh` = thoughts
~*~
"Who?" Riku questioned, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing up immediately.
"Who do you think?" Mickey questioned, walking over to Riku. "Of course it's Sora!"
Riku nodded. So...today he was going to see - wait no - meet Sora. Technically he wasn't going to 'see' Sora, so that was out. But at least he could just wrap his arms around him, tell him how much he loved him. And hope that Sora loved him back.
"I'll need some new clothes." He then blurted out, with an egotistic tone. Okay sure he didn't mind at all what he was wearing, but he just wanted to freshen up. It would be nice to finally wash away the grime and filth from Kingdom Hearts.
"Already got them." The soft rustle of clothes could be heard as Mickey undoubtedly set an outfit down on the bed. "Once you're done getting ready, take a left then two rights to get into the main hall."
Riku nodded again, repeating the directions a few times over in his head. A left then two rights...that was simple enough. He heard the mouse king leave, shutting the door rather loudly behind him. Riku cringed; normal sounds like that to him were now quite loud. But he would have to work with it, because this was his life now. Darkness. Only in his minds eye could he see the light, the sun - the colors. But what if the sound he heard on the island deafened him? How would he walk among this realm?
He shook his head violently, determined to eliminate those thoughts from his mind. It was too agonizing to think about if he had no connection to this world. But sometimes, he pondered, it would sometimes be comforting to think about if he were still in the World of Shadow. He had forgotten how complicated life could really be. In Kingdom Hearts all you had to do was lie around with your own thoughts and feelings. Yet here, you had everything to worry about. Relationships, survival and financial problems, looks, news...everything, was all in your life here. It almost overwhelmed him right there on the spot as he thought about it. But then the task came to mind - 'Take a shower.'
Feeling slightly lost, he ran his hands over the walls to find where the door to the bathroom was. His hand came to a furnished oak surface, and then to a round, smooth handle. Carefully he opened it, wary of what might be in it. Once he extended his foot and touched the cold tile however, he knew it was the bathroom. Riku fully stepped in it, having a feeling that - like his room - it was quite spacious.
`This room must've been especially made for me, ` He thought idly, shutting the door behind him. `Everything's so spacious, but not to hard to find. ` Then he started to undress. First he shed his blindfold, which he set on the smooth (and probably marble) counter next to the sink. After that he unbuttoned the straps across his chest, and let them fall and sway as he undid the zipper going down the middle of his shirt. Riku then shuddered out of the blue, the way he was undressing reminded him about his nightmare. Trying to regard his nightmare to back of his mind, he blindly undid his belt and put it beside his blindfold. Then he slipped both his shorts and boxers to the floor, shivering again. Finally, he slid his open shirt off his shoulders to the pile at his feet as he stepped out of it.
Tightly he grasped the shower curtained and pulled it across enough so no water was likely to spray, but he could still get in. Before he started to water however, he felt the bottom of the shower. Ok, it was slightly rough, so he wouldn't slip. With a more relaxed feeling about the place, he started the water flow. It didn't take very long to make it nice and warm, turning the dial to where he thought was left. Then he finally went in, closing the shower curtain all the way.
Riku moaned softly, feeling the hot spray of the shower hit his bare chest. It felt odd, showering with your eyes closed. With much eagerness, he started to rinse out his hair. It started to smooth now, turning to it's original hairstyle. Quickly he found the shampoo, squeezing some out onto his palm and washing his hair.
The feeling of the warm water running down his back was very refreshing. Indeed, the feeling of guilt and sorrow was washing away down the drain along with all the Heartless filth that still clung to him. After thoroughly washing his hair with the shampoo, he rinsed it out. Then with a little difficulty he found and grabbed the soap.
He carefully started to wash himself head to toe with the soap. His muscles were more relaxed, making it easier to move and handle the soap in his hands. After making sure no spot on his body hid from the soap, Riku washed himself off.
Riku was very reluctant to turn off the shower. But after a few moments of self-encouragement, he turned the dial so the water slowly lost its flow. He sighed, and pulled back the curtains, shivering as the still morning cold air hit him. Careful of his wet feet he stepped out and grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around his waist. He then tied it at the hip, grabbed his blindfold (that was slightly damp) and tied it loosely around his head. He would take it off later to dry his hair.
He opened the door and stepped back onto the soft carpet. Just out of luck he found the bed and the clothes that lay upon it. With very little trouble he could distinguish boxers, pants, and a shirt. It didn't need to be an elaborate outfit, he guessed. Just something suitable for public.
In less than 10 minutes he was dressed, his hair dried and his blindfold less damp. Now, it was time...time to see his Sora. His light.
The directions that Mickey had given echoed in his head. 'One left, two rights...One left, two rights...' He found himself in a large room with voices echoing off the walls. About ten people were there, he thought.
Just when he was about to call out Sora's name, someone ran up and hugged him tightly. The person rested his head on Riku's shoulder, causing warm tears to touch his neck. "I love you." The words were not his, he realized. This person...was him. It was Sora. Tears of his own cascaded down his cheeks. Sora's voice wasn't altogether different. It still held that hopeful, happy tone to it. It was still boyish, which Riku loved most of all.
Not minding the tears that fell, he wrapped his arms around Sora, holding him closely as they stood there. Then he muttered softly, "I love you too, Sora."
~*~
Isn't that sweet? Honestly I feel this could be the end of a story right there, but it won't be. The two need to catch up with each other any. So, since all of you have been *dying* for this chapter, please review!
Part Six - A Reunion
`Bleh` = thoughts
~*~
"Who?" Riku questioned, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing up immediately.
"Who do you think?" Mickey questioned, walking over to Riku. "Of course it's Sora!"
Riku nodded. So...today he was going to see - wait no - meet Sora. Technically he wasn't going to 'see' Sora, so that was out. But at least he could just wrap his arms around him, tell him how much he loved him. And hope that Sora loved him back.
"I'll need some new clothes." He then blurted out, with an egotistic tone. Okay sure he didn't mind at all what he was wearing, but he just wanted to freshen up. It would be nice to finally wash away the grime and filth from Kingdom Hearts.
"Already got them." The soft rustle of clothes could be heard as Mickey undoubtedly set an outfit down on the bed. "Once you're done getting ready, take a left then two rights to get into the main hall."
Riku nodded again, repeating the directions a few times over in his head. A left then two rights...that was simple enough. He heard the mouse king leave, shutting the door rather loudly behind him. Riku cringed; normal sounds like that to him were now quite loud. But he would have to work with it, because this was his life now. Darkness. Only in his minds eye could he see the light, the sun - the colors. But what if the sound he heard on the island deafened him? How would he walk among this realm?
He shook his head violently, determined to eliminate those thoughts from his mind. It was too agonizing to think about if he had no connection to this world. But sometimes, he pondered, it would sometimes be comforting to think about if he were still in the World of Shadow. He had forgotten how complicated life could really be. In Kingdom Hearts all you had to do was lie around with your own thoughts and feelings. Yet here, you had everything to worry about. Relationships, survival and financial problems, looks, news...everything, was all in your life here. It almost overwhelmed him right there on the spot as he thought about it. But then the task came to mind - 'Take a shower.'
Feeling slightly lost, he ran his hands over the walls to find where the door to the bathroom was. His hand came to a furnished oak surface, and then to a round, smooth handle. Carefully he opened it, wary of what might be in it. Once he extended his foot and touched the cold tile however, he knew it was the bathroom. Riku fully stepped in it, having a feeling that - like his room - it was quite spacious.
`This room must've been especially made for me, ` He thought idly, shutting the door behind him. `Everything's so spacious, but not to hard to find. ` Then he started to undress. First he shed his blindfold, which he set on the smooth (and probably marble) counter next to the sink. After that he unbuttoned the straps across his chest, and let them fall and sway as he undid the zipper going down the middle of his shirt. Riku then shuddered out of the blue, the way he was undressing reminded him about his nightmare. Trying to regard his nightmare to back of his mind, he blindly undid his belt and put it beside his blindfold. Then he slipped both his shorts and boxers to the floor, shivering again. Finally, he slid his open shirt off his shoulders to the pile at his feet as he stepped out of it.
Tightly he grasped the shower curtained and pulled it across enough so no water was likely to spray, but he could still get in. Before he started to water however, he felt the bottom of the shower. Ok, it was slightly rough, so he wouldn't slip. With a more relaxed feeling about the place, he started the water flow. It didn't take very long to make it nice and warm, turning the dial to where he thought was left. Then he finally went in, closing the shower curtain all the way.
Riku moaned softly, feeling the hot spray of the shower hit his bare chest. It felt odd, showering with your eyes closed. With much eagerness, he started to rinse out his hair. It started to smooth now, turning to it's original hairstyle. Quickly he found the shampoo, squeezing some out onto his palm and washing his hair.
The feeling of the warm water running down his back was very refreshing. Indeed, the feeling of guilt and sorrow was washing away down the drain along with all the Heartless filth that still clung to him. After thoroughly washing his hair with the shampoo, he rinsed it out. Then with a little difficulty he found and grabbed the soap.
He carefully started to wash himself head to toe with the soap. His muscles were more relaxed, making it easier to move and handle the soap in his hands. After making sure no spot on his body hid from the soap, Riku washed himself off.
Riku was very reluctant to turn off the shower. But after a few moments of self-encouragement, he turned the dial so the water slowly lost its flow. He sighed, and pulled back the curtains, shivering as the still morning cold air hit him. Careful of his wet feet he stepped out and grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around his waist. He then tied it at the hip, grabbed his blindfold (that was slightly damp) and tied it loosely around his head. He would take it off later to dry his hair.
He opened the door and stepped back onto the soft carpet. Just out of luck he found the bed and the clothes that lay upon it. With very little trouble he could distinguish boxers, pants, and a shirt. It didn't need to be an elaborate outfit, he guessed. Just something suitable for public.
In less than 10 minutes he was dressed, his hair dried and his blindfold less damp. Now, it was time...time to see his Sora. His light.
The directions that Mickey had given echoed in his head. 'One left, two rights...One left, two rights...' He found himself in a large room with voices echoing off the walls. About ten people were there, he thought.
Just when he was about to call out Sora's name, someone ran up and hugged him tightly. The person rested his head on Riku's shoulder, causing warm tears to touch his neck. "I love you." The words were not his, he realized. This person...was him. It was Sora. Tears of his own cascaded down his cheeks. Sora's voice wasn't altogether different. It still held that hopeful, happy tone to it. It was still boyish, which Riku loved most of all.
Not minding the tears that fell, he wrapped his arms around Sora, holding him closely as they stood there. Then he muttered softly, "I love you too, Sora."
~*~
Isn't that sweet? Honestly I feel this could be the end of a story right there, but it won't be. The two need to catch up with each other any. So, since all of you have been *dying* for this chapter, please review!