Treasured Memories was requested to have a sequel. So, I decided to keep the people happy.
And I'm happy because I got my K.H. soundtrack today! YAY! ::Listens and gets many story ideas:: Tee Hee!
Kairi099, Baka Coconut, Tashua's Soul, Elle King, Zelphie, RainWarriorPrincess, and Heartless Kairi; Thank you for your reviews on "Operation: Mistletoe" and "Treasured Memories".
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Summary- After Sora is killed by a possessed Riku's hands, Riku vows to watch over the body of the person he loves more than anything else until the day he dies to join him. The road to death, however, is long and melancholy.
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'Waiting to be With You'
Chapter One: Torturing Me
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"Riiiikkkkuuuu...."
That accursed melodic voice echoed through the confines of his mind again, drawing him attention away from his current task. He knew the sweet voice was mocking him so childishly, and personally, the silver-haired teen wished it would stop. It was frightening, hearing that soft voice calling him over and over, begging him to take the path of death behind his late lover. Though he wished to, he was painfully aware that it wasn't his love telling him to be with him again.
"Come to me, Riku..."
Riku wanted to block it out so much... To stop whoever was daring to imitate his lovely Sora so deviously. He knew it was not truly the brunette, for Sora died by his hands and in his arms five years ago, when he walked the 'smooth' road of Darkness. He changed his ways after Sora's death however, changing his insidious thoughts and ways.
"Come...!"
Riku tried ignoring the horrid whispers about of his weak heart shattering all to easily, but it was so tempting to him. Soon after those calls of his weakness, the soft song-like tone of Sora would voice forth a cycle of unforgivable accounts towards Riku with so much reprehension that the pale teen could feel the black bars of his barricaded soul crumbling to the sounds of redemption. Riku hated both with an eternal flame that began to reside in his soul the day his Light's blood was found on his hands. Riku didn't want to let him go then, but now...
"Come to me to die, my love..."
It wasn't him. As many times as he had listened to it and wanted to believe it, he knew somewhere inside of him that that was not Sora. Riku told himself that Sora would never want him to die in shame and anguish, but couldn't blame Sora if he did anyway, considering the fact that it was his hands that slayed him, his hands that held his as he drifted into everlasting light, and it was his hands that laid him on the bed-like podium in the highest tower of Hollow Bastion. No one else to accuse but him in the silent castle of his lost soul.
"You must suffer as I did..."
It loved to toy with him. It enjoyed seeing Riku squirm as it told him how he betrayed Sora, how he hurt the deceased boy, and how he was going to receive the ultimate penalty for destroying the sable-haired youth. Sora, from what Riku could recall so vaguely, saw that even though it was Riku's hand that forced the Keyblade into his heart, Riku was not truly aware of his actions at that time and place. At that time, there was one man who could take over the mind, if the victim had anger or a destructive passion. Riku was one of many of his soulless puppets, and Riku despised that man with every fiber of his being and with every step he take.
"Riku... I'm waiting..."
"Shut up! You're not him! Not... him...!" The dark-clad teen clutched his head in furious redemption to the calls. It confused him to his very last nerve and he was so close to insanity that he wouldn't be surprised if he began cackling for no apparent reason. He yelled back to the bodiless tone, trying to settle the score with the torturer. "Sora would never want me to suffer!" Riku dug his fingernails so hard into his scalp that droplets of crimson stained his platinum hair.
"Are you so... sure, my love?" Riku stopped cold as he saw a shadow form of his beloved walk to him, a sinister smile tracing its way upon the black face. "Go away!" Riku grasped the Keyblade tightly by his side in his belt before running at full speed to the impostor, ready to slice the metal into the ebony neck. However, as the advancing assailant neared, the shadow disappeared in a twisted spiral of violet-blood smoke, leading Riku head-first into the hard tile of the hallway. He cursed as leaned on the Keyblade, steadying himself as he turned to find the shadow farther down the hallway, the same evil smirk on the blackened façade "You're not Sora... You can never be Sora...!"
"We shall see when the Darkness pierces what little Light you have left!"
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"Love...?"
Riku walked with unneeded precaution into the exquisite area where Sora's body had laid in for five years. Riku went into the chamber often, only to speak nonsense to the quiet boy who could no longer hear anything. The dark-clad youth would talk for hours at a time, losing himself in his opinions and woes when he knew Sora couldn't understand. Now was such a time. The reoccurring nightmare and plagues of the voices were becoming louder and more frequent and Riku needed the only comfort he had.
"Sora...?" A pale hand took the cold one into it and shivered at the icy feeling prickling at the palm in a needle-like fashion. Sora no longer carried the warmth Riku used to know so well... now the brunette was nothing more than a skin of ice. He remembered Sora smiling at him so... exuberantly and pure that it would melt his cold heart in an instant that it formed. Riku adored Sora's admiration for him and couldn't help but feel protective of the brunette. Sora was so small compared to most that it seemed only just to preserve the serene aura around Sora's frame. But it no longer glowed in the evil ambitions of the shadow that covered Riku's eyes continuously.
Riku kneeled down beside the podium and stifled a sob. He had never gotten used to crying, even though he had done it so many times in the past few years. It degraded him more than he already was, and that was something he was ashamed of. He liked being number one and he loved to prove competition wrong. But ever since the traumatic event that befell him in the history of Hollow Bastion, he still felt the stabbing at his heart with an emotionless swipe as a sexless laugh cackled in his ears, shaking the glass in the windows if it could. "Sora...?" he began to ask, wanting nothing more than to see bright blue eyes glitter happily at him in reassurance. He tilted his head upward to find the eyes covered in a layer of white skin, which infuriated him to his very core. "Why can't you be here with me!?" Riku screamed to the lifeless boy, placing his hands on the frozen shoulders and shaking the body vigorously. "Why!? WHY!?"
"For you betrayed me, my 'love'...So you must pay the ultimate price!"
Riku's pupils dilated at the opened eyes that was staring at him hypnotically. Darkened sapphires looked at him with the glare of a poised feline, ready to pounce when it had the prey exactly where it wanted it to be. "You must die, Riku...! You must burn in the fiery pits of Hell!" 'Sora' whispered in a raspy inflection that had hate deep within each small, invisible crevice as he walked towards the alarmed teen. A hand grasped at Riku's throat swiftly and proceeded into choking him. "So...S-sora...!" Riku tried to pry the lithe hand away, but it was in vain as he was slammed into the wall behind him, ceasing all of his desperate actions.
"Stop this, Sora!" Riku took the Keyblade and pushed the handle into Sora's stomach, which caused the un-dead to recoil and drop to the floor in a exhausted 'huff'. Riku stormed out of the danger zone and ran down the stairs, trying to escape those eyes that seemed so beautiful and yet distorted. 'It wasn't Sora, It wasn't Sora, It wasn't Sora, It wasn't Sora...' Riku compelled his mind to say over and over again the phrase he was endeavoring to believe with a strained pant. He slowed to a stop to catch his breath once he reached the base of the flight of stairs behind him. He turned his head to look over his shoulder to come face to face with an appalling sight.
'Sora' was advancing slowly down the steps, only a few feet from Riku. He had still carried the inert expression as his eyes pierced Riku's once more and chilled Riku to the bone. "Riikkkuuu... come and suffer the death you deserve... And then you can burn in the Pit..." The whispers seemed to carry a mix of voices which made the threat even more serious. "Stop using Sora!" Riku bellowed to the dead body before sprinting again down the hallway. He had to get away from the murderous being behind him that was zestfully employing Sora's body to scare and kill Riku. The running teen once again glanced behind him to find the impersonator no longer standing at the spot where Riku had left him. He came to a sudden stop, curious as to why the disappearance had occurred so unexpectedly. "You.... Must... DIE!"
Riku felt the hand on his throat again, undertaking the task to close his windpipe and sluggishly slay him. The nails pressed into the skin and tore through, letting out blood and allowing it to pool at their feet. "... W-why are you... doing..." Riku gasped as the hold constricted him to few words every time he managed a breath. "Why a-are y-y-you doing... this-!?" He reached out, attempting to touch that silky face that held no pity for the dying. Riku eyed 'Sora's hand rising above him, holding the Keyblade which was covered with blood... Sora's blood. "Now, you will die by 'my' hand and by the very blade you killed me with!" "Sora... You're n-not Sora! S-sora, stop this! Sora! SORA!!!!"
A scream echoed throughout the closed walls, telling all, though there were none but one, that the melancholic cloud that had floated so silently for five years had passed.
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The cool water felt so comforting to his horror-stricken face as he wet the pale skin. He glared into the mirror, gasping for breath and his pupils dilated in fear. "Oh, God... Sora..." He leaned his head into his hand as groaned in a travail agony. "Why do I keep having that nightmare...?!"
Riku looked into the mirror one last time before proceeding to the bedroom that was connected to the bathroom he was currently in. He plopped down soundly onto the comforting mattress and massaged his temples. "Do you really think I betrayed you, Sora?" Riku fell onto his back with his arms outstretched and he sighed in confusion and sadness.
"Do you love to torture me?"
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This... didn't go as I planned. First, I didn't want this to be so short, but I have exams tomorrow (3rd and 4th periods) and I wanted to get the first chapter up. I don't like the fact that it's so... short... also that I haven't even made it to the 2,000 word mark on my Word document, which makes me feel... bad... yeah... I will try to make the next chapter longer. Hopefully, I'll have a better idea on it.
I already have the chapter name, so here it is.
Chapter Two: The Miracle of Our Love
Another thing: Never type Sora being the un-dead and listening to a action/horror song off of the Kingdom Hearts soundtrack. (Headphones on.) I was literally looking behind me, to the wall, trying to see if there would be an evil Sora attempting to kill me... There, I'm going to get ready for bed now...