Discliamer: In no shape or form do I have ownership over the characters of
Kingdom Hearts, Disney or any associates with either company.. No matter
how much I'd just love to encage Sora inside my closet [sigh].
Warning: Contains shounen-ai references, violence and eventually yaoi. If you are offended by malexmale relationships, I do not suggest you read this fic.
Notes: Made for a friend; she is my seme, I am her lover, and she gives me great yaoi. Notice within the fic that this follows after the closure of Kingdom Hearts, but Riku has returned to Destiny Islands. As well, I don't hate Kairi, I just find her presence unnecessary. All the time.
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I wish I knew how it all began, or at least had a vague idea to where the path had parted. It seemed like eons had past from the unforgettable days I spent in the company of Sora and Kairi, admiring endless sunsets but empty skies; there was always something more I was desiring from my shallow world. A private resident of my mind, I was forced to witness the events come and go like day-dreams, simple rustling through the leaves of my physical home.
But nothing seemed as awkward and misplaced as my return to Destiny Islands. Though countless years felt to pass, only two or three honestly had, and I was forced to experience the delay of emotional release. Watching Sora and myself grow farther apart, but Kairi and Sora become closer together, I felt heavy envy and almost little remorse for my cruel thoughts.
Yet I had never intended it to end so violently; a neglected wooden sword resting easily against my palm, the wind twisted the stained skirt against crimson thighs. My aqua gaze searched the motionless figure as it lay sprawled upon the bank of the island, threatening to teeter into the sea. Practical Sense screamed for reason; I made little reply.
Kneeling beside the broken form, I prodded it thoughtfully with the blunt end of the sword, surveying toward the open gash upon a previously clean temple. The clouded gaze that now reflected the evening sea reminded me of another's eyes, though I knew within time, they would be nothing of the sort. I could feel the heat still rising from a dying spirit, and even it would soon begin to cool.
Dropping my weapon at their side, I stood and retreated to my nearby perch, musing my options. Obviously, there would be no hiding the corpse, and news would spread quickly, like a forest-fire. It didn't occur to me then that I could possibly dump the body into the ocean, though there would be a high chance it would simply wash ashore again - if not later. And as well, I hadn't considered those of assistance, but then even the choice of action had been abrupt and spontaneous.
But it was all her fault. Entirely her fault.
***
The island had always been mine; separated from where the children of the Destiny Islands roamed, it was always a rare event to see me absent from my station. And like the island, which was mine, Sora had been in my possession as well. We were always two individuals, always together, never apart - until she decided to come. She was a rip in our friendship, the chaos to our solitude. But because Sora had welcomed her with opened arms and an opened mind, I chose to suffer in silence, simply praying he might chance to notice.
Even as time continued, and we shared a strange relationship, I don't believe I had grown to like her. But without fail, I noticed her attraction toward my Sora, and felt threatened. Yet it seemed, in return, he shared the attention, oblivious that his best friend was drowning in a lonely abyss. But I am sure it was simply her influence that blinded him.
Sitting upon my island, fingertips idly caressing the hard shell of a paopu fruit, I had been pondering my plans for the evening. Sora and I had scheduled a bit of private time from the usual agenda to spend time together; we hadn't done that in so long. Selphie said it was because I was different. I made sure Selphie never mentioned it again.
Kairi's approach was noticed, but ignored, though it startled me when she decided to gape stupidly over my shoulder. But her shadow eventually roused me from the deep chambers of my thoughts and I jumped, recoiling away from her. She giggled, as if oblivious to my reaction, though I could tell by the ugly display of affections upon her expression she knew what had crossed my mind. Why she could read me like a book, I never knew. But I'll never know now, will I?
"What are you doing out here at this time of night, Riku?" she had asked, proceeding to cross around the paopu tree so she could stand before me. Nails grinding into the yellow exterior, I felt the fruit shift against my palm. Her company was becoming a nuisance already.
"I should ask you the same thing," I replied without enthusiasm, turning my attention instead to the five-pointed object within my hand. Fiddling with a leaf, I willed for her to find better motives to pursue, instead of being an obvious pain in my ass. But she remained, arms tucked behind her back in their usual manner, a thick smile upon her face. How disgustingly sweet she always pretended to be.
"It's strange, you know, that there's hardly been anyone around these days.. I mean, Wakka and Tidus have completely disappeared, and I haven't heard from Selphie." Smiling bitterly to myself, I thought of the exploded blitzball that had previously dirtied the white sands of our beloved beach. I had grown weary of the red-head and his lack of conversation with me. I didn't like to be disliked, but I had managed to fix that, even if his screams still pierced the white-wash of the ocean.
Tidus, on the other hand.. Had been much like Selphie. He mentioned me far too frequently for comfort, yet after witnessing the endless proposals of battle with my Sora, I had come to a decision. He, resembling Wakka and Selphie's predicaments, had been a threat. He intimidated my comfort with my dear friend, and with much persuasion, he had fallen into the deadly clutches of the coral reef just off the south bank of the island.
"Yes.. Very strange.." The fruit collapsed as my fingers pierced it's coating, a thin juice dribbling against my flesh. It's sour fragrance caused Kairi's face to wretch with disgust, though it may have been from the mere violence I had shown to the inanimate object. Or maybe it was the simple reminder of how blissfully moronic she honestly was. But that was just my intuition speaking.
"I guess I shouldn't think much about it." Since when did she contain a reasonable thought? "If you nor Sora seems bothered by their absence.. I won't be, either!" Attention deaf and dumb from the lack of decent conversation, I had forced a smile for the sake of my sanity. But the mentioning of Sora's concern did cause a slight perk to my sub-conscious, yet the information was tucked aside for possible later use.
As I turned back to face her, having briefly distracted myself with the toss of the injured paop fruit, I found the point of an ancient wooden sword pressed against the tip of my nose. Inquiring explanation, I glanced toward her vivacious but blonde expression, resisting the urge to promptly roll my eyes. I could feel she was toying with me, yet I was without proper evidence to discover what great extensions it would last.
"I found it in the forest," she explained, rolling it against her palm as she offered it to me. The pointed end directed toward the crest of her heart, she was again unaware to the vicious thought that crossed my mind. But I retrieved it from her possession, regardless, and admired it's small shape in comparison to my memories. Funny, it seemed, how such a plain object could hold extreme representation to my childhood. How many hours had I spent with Sora, teasingly sparring as he made his failed attempts for victory?
"You use to practice with that a lot, didn't you?" Lifting my gaze from the splintered wood, I blinked absently before shrugging. Did she honestly believe she could fool me with her curious questions? I was desperate to know why she desired to watch my mental squirm of frustration while she taunted me. How long would the child's play continue?
"Here and there," I answered simply, tapping it against my knuckles. It had been a wonderful toy during my early teens, and a way to pass the time. Kairi had never found interest in the sport, though it had only made her more of an outsider to the eyes of the islanders. She hadn't done much of anything, honestly, other than hang upon my Sora with her sickenly fake affection. But I could never blame the chocolate youth for his sincerity, and the generous will to allow her the opportunity - nay, privilege - to simply receive his attention.
"Sora must have, too.. He became so talented over the years. Being the keyblade master, defeating the darkness, and correcting the wrongs of the universe." It was playful drabble. I hadn't been listening. "We've come so far since then. And I love him."
Her voice cease to be; I watched her speak, I realized there was audible sound, yet there was no registry that she was emitting noise. The truth had dawned, and I had understood why she chose to be there, upon that island, with me. She had been mocking me, teasing me, pointing the information into my face that I had no intentions of acknowledging. And even as a sadistic grin emphasized the light of the silence, I felt the threads of my sanity plucking away, one by one.
Lunging from my seat, the sword whined through the air as it fell against her cheek. Her head snapped and she tumbled to the earth, temporary dizzy with pain and confusion. She groaned, rolling upon her back without realizing her mistake. I fell against her knees, squatted and stabbed the sword into her lower gut. Arching from the collision, blood emerged from the wound as I drove the wood through cloth and skin, amazed by my own furious strength.
Penetration complete, I removed the sword and as she opened her mouth to speak, beat it against the side of her face. Tears began to flow against her bruised cheeks, though I could not hear her sobs. The midnight waves drowned away her cries as I painted her tender flesh hues of blue, enthused by the blotches I could create with proper angles and twists of my wrists. I prayed for nothing more than the strength to rearrange her face, though the bone would shatter, her teeth would break and she would no longer be a pretty princess of anything.
But I eventually became bored with my game, and with a final blow to her temple, she crumbled beneath me. My chest fell and rose with heavy labor, beads of sweat coating my visible flesh. Slowly, I rose from her corpse, teetering back a step and gently pushed her upon her side. She flopped over easily, bathed within the crimson of her blood, though it painted my clothes as well.
After neglecting it briefly with my choice of weapon, I dropped it to her side and retreated to the sanctuary of my perch. Watching the wind groan against the lifeless obstacle, and soothed by the melody of the sea, I lost myself with time, and insanity, cradled by my pleasant thoughts.
I hadn't noticed his approach, either, as he stepped from the bridge, soundless as he was breathless. His cerulean gaze must have swept across the broken form of the girl he had so frequently been seen with, but even then, he said nothing. Instead, he had approached me and stood in the wake of my shadow, waiting through the tense moments for me to realize he lingered nearby.
But it wasn't until I had turned to leave that I saw him behind me, and I paused, faulted by the empty expression of his handsome face. He peered past me, briefly, before righting himself to make eye-contact; my beautiful Sora had come to witness my handy-work. I had done it all for him, the blood that had been spilled had been for my heroic angel, and I hadn't allowed anything to stand in my way.
Yet I felt hesitant by the silence that stretched between us. His lack of speech angered me, as I felt I was in need of congratulations, praise, any sort of support that would reveal the light to the sins I may have committed. But they had been meant to be dealt with. Their existence had been meaningless for anything else.
"Riku..." I smiled to the call of my name; to hear it roll from his tongue, to watch the tender lips I longed to caress, it was all because of this moment. I knew he would not be disappointed, though maybe concerned for the need to resort to violence, but he would see it my way, eventually. My Sora had saved me once from the clutches of darkness, he wouldn't allow me to fall back into them. Sora was my savior. I was trying to be his.
"..We need to talk."
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HARHAR. I am evil. Chapter 2 to come.
Warning: Contains shounen-ai references, violence and eventually yaoi. If you are offended by malexmale relationships, I do not suggest you read this fic.
Notes: Made for a friend; she is my seme, I am her lover, and she gives me great yaoi. Notice within the fic that this follows after the closure of Kingdom Hearts, but Riku has returned to Destiny Islands. As well, I don't hate Kairi, I just find her presence unnecessary. All the time.
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I wish I knew how it all began, or at least had a vague idea to where the path had parted. It seemed like eons had past from the unforgettable days I spent in the company of Sora and Kairi, admiring endless sunsets but empty skies; there was always something more I was desiring from my shallow world. A private resident of my mind, I was forced to witness the events come and go like day-dreams, simple rustling through the leaves of my physical home.
But nothing seemed as awkward and misplaced as my return to Destiny Islands. Though countless years felt to pass, only two or three honestly had, and I was forced to experience the delay of emotional release. Watching Sora and myself grow farther apart, but Kairi and Sora become closer together, I felt heavy envy and almost little remorse for my cruel thoughts.
Yet I had never intended it to end so violently; a neglected wooden sword resting easily against my palm, the wind twisted the stained skirt against crimson thighs. My aqua gaze searched the motionless figure as it lay sprawled upon the bank of the island, threatening to teeter into the sea. Practical Sense screamed for reason; I made little reply.
Kneeling beside the broken form, I prodded it thoughtfully with the blunt end of the sword, surveying toward the open gash upon a previously clean temple. The clouded gaze that now reflected the evening sea reminded me of another's eyes, though I knew within time, they would be nothing of the sort. I could feel the heat still rising from a dying spirit, and even it would soon begin to cool.
Dropping my weapon at their side, I stood and retreated to my nearby perch, musing my options. Obviously, there would be no hiding the corpse, and news would spread quickly, like a forest-fire. It didn't occur to me then that I could possibly dump the body into the ocean, though there would be a high chance it would simply wash ashore again - if not later. And as well, I hadn't considered those of assistance, but then even the choice of action had been abrupt and spontaneous.
But it was all her fault. Entirely her fault.
***
The island had always been mine; separated from where the children of the Destiny Islands roamed, it was always a rare event to see me absent from my station. And like the island, which was mine, Sora had been in my possession as well. We were always two individuals, always together, never apart - until she decided to come. She was a rip in our friendship, the chaos to our solitude. But because Sora had welcomed her with opened arms and an opened mind, I chose to suffer in silence, simply praying he might chance to notice.
Even as time continued, and we shared a strange relationship, I don't believe I had grown to like her. But without fail, I noticed her attraction toward my Sora, and felt threatened. Yet it seemed, in return, he shared the attention, oblivious that his best friend was drowning in a lonely abyss. But I am sure it was simply her influence that blinded him.
Sitting upon my island, fingertips idly caressing the hard shell of a paopu fruit, I had been pondering my plans for the evening. Sora and I had scheduled a bit of private time from the usual agenda to spend time together; we hadn't done that in so long. Selphie said it was because I was different. I made sure Selphie never mentioned it again.
Kairi's approach was noticed, but ignored, though it startled me when she decided to gape stupidly over my shoulder. But her shadow eventually roused me from the deep chambers of my thoughts and I jumped, recoiling away from her. She giggled, as if oblivious to my reaction, though I could tell by the ugly display of affections upon her expression she knew what had crossed my mind. Why she could read me like a book, I never knew. But I'll never know now, will I?
"What are you doing out here at this time of night, Riku?" she had asked, proceeding to cross around the paopu tree so she could stand before me. Nails grinding into the yellow exterior, I felt the fruit shift against my palm. Her company was becoming a nuisance already.
"I should ask you the same thing," I replied without enthusiasm, turning my attention instead to the five-pointed object within my hand. Fiddling with a leaf, I willed for her to find better motives to pursue, instead of being an obvious pain in my ass. But she remained, arms tucked behind her back in their usual manner, a thick smile upon her face. How disgustingly sweet she always pretended to be.
"It's strange, you know, that there's hardly been anyone around these days.. I mean, Wakka and Tidus have completely disappeared, and I haven't heard from Selphie." Smiling bitterly to myself, I thought of the exploded blitzball that had previously dirtied the white sands of our beloved beach. I had grown weary of the red-head and his lack of conversation with me. I didn't like to be disliked, but I had managed to fix that, even if his screams still pierced the white-wash of the ocean.
Tidus, on the other hand.. Had been much like Selphie. He mentioned me far too frequently for comfort, yet after witnessing the endless proposals of battle with my Sora, I had come to a decision. He, resembling Wakka and Selphie's predicaments, had been a threat. He intimidated my comfort with my dear friend, and with much persuasion, he had fallen into the deadly clutches of the coral reef just off the south bank of the island.
"Yes.. Very strange.." The fruit collapsed as my fingers pierced it's coating, a thin juice dribbling against my flesh. It's sour fragrance caused Kairi's face to wretch with disgust, though it may have been from the mere violence I had shown to the inanimate object. Or maybe it was the simple reminder of how blissfully moronic she honestly was. But that was just my intuition speaking.
"I guess I shouldn't think much about it." Since when did she contain a reasonable thought? "If you nor Sora seems bothered by their absence.. I won't be, either!" Attention deaf and dumb from the lack of decent conversation, I had forced a smile for the sake of my sanity. But the mentioning of Sora's concern did cause a slight perk to my sub-conscious, yet the information was tucked aside for possible later use.
As I turned back to face her, having briefly distracted myself with the toss of the injured paop fruit, I found the point of an ancient wooden sword pressed against the tip of my nose. Inquiring explanation, I glanced toward her vivacious but blonde expression, resisting the urge to promptly roll my eyes. I could feel she was toying with me, yet I was without proper evidence to discover what great extensions it would last.
"I found it in the forest," she explained, rolling it against her palm as she offered it to me. The pointed end directed toward the crest of her heart, she was again unaware to the vicious thought that crossed my mind. But I retrieved it from her possession, regardless, and admired it's small shape in comparison to my memories. Funny, it seemed, how such a plain object could hold extreme representation to my childhood. How many hours had I spent with Sora, teasingly sparring as he made his failed attempts for victory?
"You use to practice with that a lot, didn't you?" Lifting my gaze from the splintered wood, I blinked absently before shrugging. Did she honestly believe she could fool me with her curious questions? I was desperate to know why she desired to watch my mental squirm of frustration while she taunted me. How long would the child's play continue?
"Here and there," I answered simply, tapping it against my knuckles. It had been a wonderful toy during my early teens, and a way to pass the time. Kairi had never found interest in the sport, though it had only made her more of an outsider to the eyes of the islanders. She hadn't done much of anything, honestly, other than hang upon my Sora with her sickenly fake affection. But I could never blame the chocolate youth for his sincerity, and the generous will to allow her the opportunity - nay, privilege - to simply receive his attention.
"Sora must have, too.. He became so talented over the years. Being the keyblade master, defeating the darkness, and correcting the wrongs of the universe." It was playful drabble. I hadn't been listening. "We've come so far since then. And I love him."
Her voice cease to be; I watched her speak, I realized there was audible sound, yet there was no registry that she was emitting noise. The truth had dawned, and I had understood why she chose to be there, upon that island, with me. She had been mocking me, teasing me, pointing the information into my face that I had no intentions of acknowledging. And even as a sadistic grin emphasized the light of the silence, I felt the threads of my sanity plucking away, one by one.
Lunging from my seat, the sword whined through the air as it fell against her cheek. Her head snapped and she tumbled to the earth, temporary dizzy with pain and confusion. She groaned, rolling upon her back without realizing her mistake. I fell against her knees, squatted and stabbed the sword into her lower gut. Arching from the collision, blood emerged from the wound as I drove the wood through cloth and skin, amazed by my own furious strength.
Penetration complete, I removed the sword and as she opened her mouth to speak, beat it against the side of her face. Tears began to flow against her bruised cheeks, though I could not hear her sobs. The midnight waves drowned away her cries as I painted her tender flesh hues of blue, enthused by the blotches I could create with proper angles and twists of my wrists. I prayed for nothing more than the strength to rearrange her face, though the bone would shatter, her teeth would break and she would no longer be a pretty princess of anything.
But I eventually became bored with my game, and with a final blow to her temple, she crumbled beneath me. My chest fell and rose with heavy labor, beads of sweat coating my visible flesh. Slowly, I rose from her corpse, teetering back a step and gently pushed her upon her side. She flopped over easily, bathed within the crimson of her blood, though it painted my clothes as well.
After neglecting it briefly with my choice of weapon, I dropped it to her side and retreated to the sanctuary of my perch. Watching the wind groan against the lifeless obstacle, and soothed by the melody of the sea, I lost myself with time, and insanity, cradled by my pleasant thoughts.
I hadn't noticed his approach, either, as he stepped from the bridge, soundless as he was breathless. His cerulean gaze must have swept across the broken form of the girl he had so frequently been seen with, but even then, he said nothing. Instead, he had approached me and stood in the wake of my shadow, waiting through the tense moments for me to realize he lingered nearby.
But it wasn't until I had turned to leave that I saw him behind me, and I paused, faulted by the empty expression of his handsome face. He peered past me, briefly, before righting himself to make eye-contact; my beautiful Sora had come to witness my handy-work. I had done it all for him, the blood that had been spilled had been for my heroic angel, and I hadn't allowed anything to stand in my way.
Yet I felt hesitant by the silence that stretched between us. His lack of speech angered me, as I felt I was in need of congratulations, praise, any sort of support that would reveal the light to the sins I may have committed. But they had been meant to be dealt with. Their existence had been meaningless for anything else.
"Riku..." I smiled to the call of my name; to hear it roll from his tongue, to watch the tender lips I longed to caress, it was all because of this moment. I knew he would not be disappointed, though maybe concerned for the need to resort to violence, but he would see it my way, eventually. My Sora had saved me once from the clutches of darkness, he wouldn't allow me to fall back into them. Sora was my savior. I was trying to be his.
"..We need to talk."
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HARHAR. I am evil. Chapter 2 to come.