HEY! Rivett here! Here's the next chapter! I know it's kinda short, but I'm
going to follow it up with another one soon, and it will be longer. So, for
now, thanks for reading, and please review if you have the time! -Riv
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Riku
When I was younger, I loved this cave. Sora and I, we used to play 'warrior'; every day there was another beast to battle. Sometimes it almost seemed real, when the wind whistled a particular way thorough the small crack, or when the sun would suddenly disappear behind lazily drifting clouds, and we would suddenly be drowned in darkness. It was at these times that Sora would stop playing our games. He was afraid.
But, I was never afraid. I wanted so badly for our game to become real, for there to be real danger—anything to save me from the sickening boredom that saturated my very existence. When the game became something different-- when the pretending became reality-- that's when, even for just a minute, I finally felt alive.
But, Sora was scared. After we got older, Sora stopped playing with me. He had other things to, like hanging out with the girl that had come to us so strangely, during a meteor shower. Kairi.
At fist I thought nothing of the younger girl. She and Sora seemed to grow close, but I, I was too busy 'training', as I called it. It really was nothing-- only a wooden sword I had made myself. How I wish to hold a real sword in my hands, to feel the smooth metal slash across a target, to feel the satisfying crunch... but no. It is only wood and my imagination.
And then Kairi. . . I watched with increasing torment as the little girl I had known blossomed into a beautiful. . . woman. But it wasn't just her beauty that sparked my interest; she had such a fire within her, and when she smiled at me. . . I thought my heart would burst. By the time I realized that I felt more to Kairi than just friendship, it was too late. Sora, my best friend, my buddy, whom I had spent my childhood and my growing teenage years with, had already stolen her heart. I saw the looks she gave him, as much as I tried to prevent them. She liked him, maybe even loved him, and there was nothing I could do about it.
After a while, I gave up. I know that Kairi will never love me in the way that I do her, but if anything were ever to happen to her, I will always be waiting, to save her. . .
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Riku
When I was younger, I loved this cave. Sora and I, we used to play 'warrior'; every day there was another beast to battle. Sometimes it almost seemed real, when the wind whistled a particular way thorough the small crack, or when the sun would suddenly disappear behind lazily drifting clouds, and we would suddenly be drowned in darkness. It was at these times that Sora would stop playing our games. He was afraid.
But, I was never afraid. I wanted so badly for our game to become real, for there to be real danger—anything to save me from the sickening boredom that saturated my very existence. When the game became something different-- when the pretending became reality-- that's when, even for just a minute, I finally felt alive.
But, Sora was scared. After we got older, Sora stopped playing with me. He had other things to, like hanging out with the girl that had come to us so strangely, during a meteor shower. Kairi.
At fist I thought nothing of the younger girl. She and Sora seemed to grow close, but I, I was too busy 'training', as I called it. It really was nothing-- only a wooden sword I had made myself. How I wish to hold a real sword in my hands, to feel the smooth metal slash across a target, to feel the satisfying crunch... but no. It is only wood and my imagination.
And then Kairi. . . I watched with increasing torment as the little girl I had known blossomed into a beautiful. . . woman. But it wasn't just her beauty that sparked my interest; she had such a fire within her, and when she smiled at me. . . I thought my heart would burst. By the time I realized that I felt more to Kairi than just friendship, it was too late. Sora, my best friend, my buddy, whom I had spent my childhood and my growing teenage years with, had already stolen her heart. I saw the looks she gave him, as much as I tried to prevent them. She liked him, maybe even loved him, and there was nothing I could do about it.
After a while, I gave up. I know that Kairi will never love me in the way that I do her, but if anything were ever to happen to her, I will always be waiting, to save her. . .