Disclaimer- I do not own Riku (but I wanna) or any other Kingdom Hearts characters or Peter Pan . I do, however, own Delia and some other characters. I also own this lint ball, this cookie, and this penny ^^
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Oh, and I'm sorry the last chapter ended with such a LARGE cliffhanger… but… oh well…this one will too^^
Riku held his mother for some time. She was so miserable that he just couldn't let go…he couldn't.
The door swung open, slammed against the wall, and bounced back off of it. He let go. He stared at the figure in the doorway. The figure stepped into the room, and Riku's heart stopped.
The man was holding an empty wine bottle in his hand. The man was staggering as if exceedingly drunk. The man…was his father.
He walked over and looked down at Riku. "Who are you, boy? You're my son aren't you, boy? It must be nice to see your father after such a long time, isn't it boy?" Riku made no reply. His father grabbed him and picked him up by the collar of his shirt. "Isn't it boy?" he shouted in Riku's face through gritted teeth.
Riku looked at is mother. He saw her pale face and could bear to look at it any longer. He turned to look at his father. Riku stared right into his eyes and said, "You are no father of mine."
He was instantly thrown aside. Riku landed on his back, his face contorted in pain. His mother began to stand up; to run to help him, but his father pushed her back down.
"My darling wife, Delia…Stay back!" He began to walk towards Riku, but Delia stood again.
"I'm not going to let you hurt our…my son!" she shouted at him.
The man who was towered above Riku turned around suddenly and began to walk towards Delia. "Your son? So, I had no part in raising him? None at all?"
She paused, obviously frightened of the man but not wanting to show it. "…No. You did nothing to raise him. In fact, you almost killed him!"
Riku furrowed his brow and began to ponder what his mother had just said, but he had no time for that. His father began to raise his hand, the one holding the bottle, and he examined the woman before him with a mad smile on his face. "Stupid woman," he said, and struck her extremely hard with the bottle.
Riku saw his mother fall to the ground. He felt tears begin to form in his eyes. Riku felt himself beginning to stand up and walk towards his father, who was watching his mother instead of him.
Riku glared at his father through his tears and spoke in a hoarse whisper. "You monster." He turned to face Riku. "You great, ugly monster." And with all of his might, he pulled his arm back, and hit his father.
While the large man was distracted by his bloody nose and the shock of what his son had just done, Riku bent down to his mother. "Mom?" he said, shacking her body. "Mom?" he said, his voice trembling. He reached out his arm and felt her face with his hand. Cold as ice. Dead.
"No, mom. No. Don't- don't…Mom." His face was flooded in tears. He bowed his head low and wept.
Then a hand came and grabbed Riku by the color of his shirt again. His father lifted him and carried him towards the window, but Riku didn't care. He didn't care about anything anymore.
His father stopped at the window and peered outside of it. "It's a nice night isn't it, boy?" He turned to face Riku. "I think that you should answer me, boy."
Riku stared at his father's face, but not at his eyes. He couldn't look into his eyes again. "…You killed her…and you'll kill me too. Then you'll be sentenced. They'll find you."
He laughed as a mad man laughs and held Riku out of the open window. "Good-bye, son," he said. And he let go.
Riku fell. His eyes were wide, his mouth agape. The boy's tears trailed above him as he fell. He knew that he wouldn't make it, for he knew that the height was too great. Riku took one last look at the small window, whose size was decreasing rapidly, and took one last breath. He closed his eyes, and let gravity take its place. He knew the ground would break his fall soon, and it did. And he knew no more.
"And peter pan said, 'With some imagination, and a little bit of pixie dust, anyone can fly.' And the children looked up at him with curious looks on their faces. Wendy looked up at Peter and said, 'Are you sure Peter? Anyone can fly?' 'That's what I just said, isn't it?' he said, smiling."
"Momma?" Riku said, looking up at his mother.
"Yes sweetheart?" she said, putting the book down.
"Do you think I can fly too, like the people in the story?"
She smiled at him and stroked his hair. "I'm afraid not honey. This is only a fairytale."
"A fairytale?" he questioned her, his small, boyish face covered in curiosity.
"Yes. It's a story that's made up for small children like you."
"Hey, I'm not little!" he said, sitting up straight and tall and folding his arms across his chest. "I'm almost three and a half years old!"
"Yes you are. You're grown up."
"…If I'm grown up, does that mean that I can't hear anymore fairytales."
Delia grinned once again and kissed her son's forehead. "You can listen to as many fairytales as you want."
Riku waited a while before saying, "So it's not real?"
"No. It's not real."
"I wish I could be in a fairytale. Then I could fly and stuff. And I'd take you with me. Wouldn't it be cool mom?"
"I bet it would."
They smiled at each other and Riku's mother continued. "And the children all became excited, then Peter Pan said to them…"
Elf: hehe…I just love cliffhangers…don't you? *evil grin*
Riku and Kai (from beyblade): can we go now?
Elf: no! you are mine…my own…my presssssssiousssssssssesssssss……….*strokes them*
Readers: o_O
Elf: *ahem* anyway…oh yea…to clarify that last part…it was a flashback…k? next chapter will be up…as soon as I finish it! (which may be a while because I have tons of homework and I am working on about 26 other stories…) and if anyone read my other fic and now sees that its not there…its because I deleted it because it sucked…yea…w007!