Another review from Niki. They are so cool.
From: Cold-Blade ()fist into air & whoops Another chapter up and more confidence. I feel so...important hugs self. I'm surprised how many little extra characters they put in around Riku in Kingdom Hearts. I mean, you don't need them. The beach idea sounds good. And I'm loving his wing. "Boo! Stop poking me!"-niki :)
That's true about the "little people." We don't need them. Pffft. Who needs Sora. Riku was actually the true keybearer, so they should kick Sora good-bye. Beach....drools Boo stops poking Niki and starts to poke Author Boo! BADD! takes out pan and bonks him on the head Niki or Cold-Blade.. I just realized this but when you reviewed. Your site was posted. Hehehhe. laughs weakly to avoid annihilation Anyways. To anyone that reads this:
DO NOT PASS GO, DO NOT GO TO JAIL, BUT GO TO I have done my part for the environment. (even if it has nothing to do with the environment?) Who said that?? (me....bwahahahhahahah cough) BOOO!!!!!!! Thanks again Niki. You are a very relevant "element" to the making of this story.
Oh, and I do not and never will own KH or Riku...sniff
Chapter 5
Bladder Pain (yep, you heard it. It is a very painful epidemic.-AN)
I fluttered my eyelids when light shone on me from the right. My eyes focused on the ehhhhhhhhvil (evil) rising sun through the window. I lay in a bed, with warm red blankets and sheets. The room was plain with white walls and a few pictures spaced out. There was a dresser, a window, and a bed...nothing more.
A shiver crept along my back like someone "crawled" (not walked) over my grave). Alarmed, I sat up suddenly and didn't find anyone. Still shivering, I lay back down into the warm blankets.
After a few moments, I suddenly wondered what I was wearing. (Sometimes I do that. I walk around all day, then I look down to see if I hadn't gone to school naked. -AN) I was wearing a T-shirt, my sports bra was gone (that isn't really relevant-AN), and I was wearing a pair of weird alien-like pants. Pushing the covers off, I staggered to a dresser. Grasping, it I tried to think of what happened, but blanked. I couldn't think.
There was a pain in my bladder that indicated that I had to relieve myself. I looked around in vain to find no bathroom. Scowling, I sat on the floor still looking determinedly (not to pee!!!). Finally, I saw something shining from under the bed. Oh, great a chamber pot. They had these, like what, in the eighteenth century? I used it, punctuated with short grumbles from myself, and looked out the window. Below there was grass and trees. The view excluded both garbage and smoke. This is a nice inn. Now the problem is how I got here. I poured the stinking mass down onto the lawn. Good thing, no one was down below. I giggled at the thought of my pee hitting them.
From the short time that I had stood in front of the window, my body protested at the cold air. I made my way back to the bed, felt my swollen eyelids, and thought painfully of my mother and sisters. My throat swelled up as I blinked back the stinging, persisting tears. I tried calming myself by breathing deeply. The meditation worked.
The eyelids started to get heavy and heavier, when I heard something open and close the door. Rolling to the side reflexively, I felt for something to use and found nothing but my fist. I clenched it, ready for anything.
"I am happy to see you up," a cloaked figure chirped as they entered the room. I peered at him (could tell it was a he from the voice) intensely, searching for a face, but the black cloak hid his features from plain view. My eyes suddenly unfocused. The eyeballs were sore after a while of trying to refocus them. Black dots suddenly started to float before me. My back hit the wall behind me. I still stared menacingly at the stranger from the other side of the room.
"Now that I know that you are okay I am going to leave. I left some money on the dresser-"
"Where am I?"
"Notre Dame."
"What?"
"Notre Dame."
Yeah. Umm.. From this view," I indicated the window, "and the implications in this room. Are they playing 19th century? Because Notre Dame doesn't look like this now..... now...." My heart skipped a beat.
"Aren't you from here?"
"No. How did I get here?" I whispered. My eyes started to clear up, so I could at least tell his expressions from his posture. But, he was as still as a stone.
"I brought you to-"
"I mean Notre Dame. How did I get here?"
"I have no clue. Don't you remember?" I creased my forehead and tried to think of what happened.
"No," I said sadly.
"Hmmm. Well, good luck with that." The black figure made to leave.
"HEY! Your not going to leave me here are you?"
"What would you want me to do?"
"Could I at least have your name?"
"Riku," he stated patiently.
"I am Tessa." He simply nodded as if he already knew. (guys think they know everything.-AN)
"Did you umm.." I blushed and plucked at the clothing. I knew it was for my health, but I just hoped the boy didn't undress me.
"No, one of the maids here did that," Riku said quickly to my accusation. In fact, he replied too quickly... I pushed away the suspicion. "Are these yours?" I asked fingering the pants.
"Yes."
"Do you want them back?"
"No. Consider it as a gift."
"Thank you. I guess," I sighed. "How do I get out of this place so I can get back home? Do you know the direction to Jacksonville, Florida?"
"Flo..ri..da.." He sounded it out slowly. I liked this stranger's voice. It was light, and cheerful, but carried thoughtful weight with his words. Kind of like a grandfathers.
"Oh, good. So you do know it." He shook his head, "oh..." He whirled around, then turned back with a deep sigh.
"You must have been hit pretty hard on the head," I flinched at those words feeling the blows hitting me again. He saw my flinch and continued, "but I feel like you aren't from here....Your lost.... I guess.... I will try to help you." The last words came out reluctantly.
"Thank you...Rick..Ricky..umm.. Riku," I walked forward and held out my hand. We shook hands briefly. "Somehow I feel like I know you, but I know I don't....this is odd."
"How do you think you know me if you haven't seen me?"
"I don't know. Its just a feeling. Lemme see." Riku cautiously pulled back the hood of the cloak and waited. He smiled at me shyly. His cheeks were maturing from a child to a man. It looks like the middle point of transformation from child to man, so he was about... fourteen? Riku's silver white hair framed beautiful emerald eyes, and with his pale skin and white teeth he looked extraordinary. He stood about 5'7". A giant compared to me. I laughed as he puffed out his chest, under the examination, to indicate that I boosted his ego by my appraising gaze. Why do I have the feeling that I have known you from somewhere? I feel like I've known you my whole life...
"So how old are you kid? Fourteen? Thirteen?" His eyes widened at my unexpected question.
"Why are you asking me that? I am not the one that looks ten."
"I am seventeen years old, BOY!"
"Well, I am SIXTEEN!"
"Oh," we both said at the same time.
"Sorry," I said after he apologized first. I sat on the bed awkward.
"So why do you have gray hair? Are you some old geezer that suddenly found the fountain of youth, but it had a defect?" My mouth smarted off before I could stop it. His jaw dropped in surprise at my brazenness.
"It's actually natural," he fingered a few pieces tenderly then turned to me with a scowl, "and I suppose those bruises were there when you were born." Wincing, I felt the bruise on my lip and winced. It was tender. Riku breathed in deep to calm his temper, and just sat staring at me with a curious light in his eyes.
"Did you get caught in a fight?" Riku inquired.
"Sort of."
"With the Heartless?" I gasped at the word "Heartless." Visions flashed across my eyes. They going to fast for me to just merely focus on them. My mind blanked suddenly and I flashed back to where a man with dark skin and white hair was saying something about hearts.
"And there is darkness in every heart," I quoted along with him. I blinked and the vision ended. Riku sat staring at me from where he was standing. Clearing my throat, I shrugged and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Umm. I am sorry I don't remember," I looked down. Somehow, I felt guilty like I had let him down. Tears filled my eyes, but I shooed them away.
"I would have given you a potion, but I don't have any."
"What kind of drug is that?"
"What?" I rolled my eyes at him and got up slowly feeling all the bruises pulse with pain. "So where are you from?" I asked changing the subject.
"Destiny Island," remorse filled his voice.
"Oh. I am sorry. Are you a runaway? Were you forced to leave? Or are you just like me and were 'just here?'"
"Well, I was kind of forced...well, inspired, let's say, to leave and was 'just here.'" There was a knock at the door and an elderly maid walked in.
"I was just checking on you, miss. Thank goodness this gentleman brought you here. For three days you were out, and he checked on you every hour or so." Riku blushed at this. I saw the red in his cheeks and intensified my accusing gaze at him.
"Three days?!" I asked the maid incredulously while still staring at Riku.
"Yes, miss. You were shaking and muttering weird things. That fever was a bad one. Would have killed you too, but we took care of you," she smiled at me. I turned to her smile and smiled back. "Thank you," I replied. She nodded and pointed to the sheets, "I came to change those."
"Oh, yes." I got up. She peeled off the sheets with such adept skill that still stared in awe even after she was done. The maid just grinned and continued with her work. In no time she had the bed made, and was out the door with the other sheets. I shook my head in amazement. I exhaled the air from my lungs that I had kept in without noticing. Turning back to Riku I gave him a smirk, "Where are we again?"
"Notre Dame," he answered giving me a hassled look while holding out his hands (palm first.. Author wonders how big his hands actually are...).
"Umm. Okay. I think I am going to go back to sleep," the adrenaline was wearing off. I could tell because I suddenly felt so tired and weak.
"Of course. We leave tomorrow," and he left. I sighed. How did I get here? Why me? I just want to go home, but sleep right now would be nice. I walked to the bed and just flopped on it. The nice smell of clean sheets entered my nostrils as I fell asleep.
AN- Checking is such a pain. I wrote this about a year and a half ago, so if I write something odd.... its because of Boo. Nah, I just don't remember. Sad. I don't really remember my own story. So I am kind of reading with the readers out there. I got up the guts to post it though. I am kind of shy about showing my works. Art isn't so bad, but writing. blushes Anyhoo. To my number one fan!!! holds up a fishbowl drinks gags turns white falls to floor
From: Cold-Blade ()fist into air & whoops Another chapter up and more confidence. I feel so...important hugs self. I'm surprised how many little extra characters they put in around Riku in Kingdom Hearts. I mean, you don't need them. The beach idea sounds good. And I'm loving his wing. "Boo! Stop poking me!"-niki :)
That's true about the "little people." We don't need them. Pffft. Who needs Sora. Riku was actually the true keybearer, so they should kick Sora good-bye. Beach....drools Boo stops poking Niki and starts to poke Author Boo! BADD! takes out pan and bonks him on the head Niki or Cold-Blade.. I just realized this but when you reviewed. Your site was posted. Hehehhe. laughs weakly to avoid annihilation Anyways. To anyone that reads this:
DO NOT PASS GO, DO NOT GO TO JAIL, BUT GO TO I have done my part for the environment. (even if it has nothing to do with the environment?) Who said that?? (me....bwahahahhahahah cough) BOOO!!!!!!! Thanks again Niki. You are a very relevant "element" to the making of this story.
Oh, and I do not and never will own KH or Riku...sniff
Chapter 5
Bladder Pain (yep, you heard it. It is a very painful epidemic.-AN)
I fluttered my eyelids when light shone on me from the right. My eyes focused on the ehhhhhhhhvil (evil) rising sun through the window. I lay in a bed, with warm red blankets and sheets. The room was plain with white walls and a few pictures spaced out. There was a dresser, a window, and a bed...nothing more.
A shiver crept along my back like someone "crawled" (not walked) over my grave). Alarmed, I sat up suddenly and didn't find anyone. Still shivering, I lay back down into the warm blankets.
After a few moments, I suddenly wondered what I was wearing. (Sometimes I do that. I walk around all day, then I look down to see if I hadn't gone to school naked. -AN) I was wearing a T-shirt, my sports bra was gone (that isn't really relevant-AN), and I was wearing a pair of weird alien-like pants. Pushing the covers off, I staggered to a dresser. Grasping, it I tried to think of what happened, but blanked. I couldn't think.
There was a pain in my bladder that indicated that I had to relieve myself. I looked around in vain to find no bathroom. Scowling, I sat on the floor still looking determinedly (not to pee!!!). Finally, I saw something shining from under the bed. Oh, great a chamber pot. They had these, like what, in the eighteenth century? I used it, punctuated with short grumbles from myself, and looked out the window. Below there was grass and trees. The view excluded both garbage and smoke. This is a nice inn. Now the problem is how I got here. I poured the stinking mass down onto the lawn. Good thing, no one was down below. I giggled at the thought of my pee hitting them.
From the short time that I had stood in front of the window, my body protested at the cold air. I made my way back to the bed, felt my swollen eyelids, and thought painfully of my mother and sisters. My throat swelled up as I blinked back the stinging, persisting tears. I tried calming myself by breathing deeply. The meditation worked.
The eyelids started to get heavy and heavier, when I heard something open and close the door. Rolling to the side reflexively, I felt for something to use and found nothing but my fist. I clenched it, ready for anything.
"I am happy to see you up," a cloaked figure chirped as they entered the room. I peered at him (could tell it was a he from the voice) intensely, searching for a face, but the black cloak hid his features from plain view. My eyes suddenly unfocused. The eyeballs were sore after a while of trying to refocus them. Black dots suddenly started to float before me. My back hit the wall behind me. I still stared menacingly at the stranger from the other side of the room.
"Now that I know that you are okay I am going to leave. I left some money on the dresser-"
"Where am I?"
"Notre Dame."
"What?"
"Notre Dame."
Yeah. Umm.. From this view," I indicated the window, "and the implications in this room. Are they playing 19th century? Because Notre Dame doesn't look like this now..... now...." My heart skipped a beat.
"Aren't you from here?"
"No. How did I get here?" I whispered. My eyes started to clear up, so I could at least tell his expressions from his posture. But, he was as still as a stone.
"I brought you to-"
"I mean Notre Dame. How did I get here?"
"I have no clue. Don't you remember?" I creased my forehead and tried to think of what happened.
"No," I said sadly.
"Hmmm. Well, good luck with that." The black figure made to leave.
"HEY! Your not going to leave me here are you?"
"What would you want me to do?"
"Could I at least have your name?"
"Riku," he stated patiently.
"I am Tessa." He simply nodded as if he already knew. (guys think they know everything.-AN)
"Did you umm.." I blushed and plucked at the clothing. I knew it was for my health, but I just hoped the boy didn't undress me.
"No, one of the maids here did that," Riku said quickly to my accusation. In fact, he replied too quickly... I pushed away the suspicion. "Are these yours?" I asked fingering the pants.
"Yes."
"Do you want them back?"
"No. Consider it as a gift."
"Thank you. I guess," I sighed. "How do I get out of this place so I can get back home? Do you know the direction to Jacksonville, Florida?"
"Flo..ri..da.." He sounded it out slowly. I liked this stranger's voice. It was light, and cheerful, but carried thoughtful weight with his words. Kind of like a grandfathers.
"Oh, good. So you do know it." He shook his head, "oh..." He whirled around, then turned back with a deep sigh.
"You must have been hit pretty hard on the head," I flinched at those words feeling the blows hitting me again. He saw my flinch and continued, "but I feel like you aren't from here....Your lost.... I guess.... I will try to help you." The last words came out reluctantly.
"Thank you...Rick..Ricky..umm.. Riku," I walked forward and held out my hand. We shook hands briefly. "Somehow I feel like I know you, but I know I don't....this is odd."
"How do you think you know me if you haven't seen me?"
"I don't know. Its just a feeling. Lemme see." Riku cautiously pulled back the hood of the cloak and waited. He smiled at me shyly. His cheeks were maturing from a child to a man. It looks like the middle point of transformation from child to man, so he was about... fourteen? Riku's silver white hair framed beautiful emerald eyes, and with his pale skin and white teeth he looked extraordinary. He stood about 5'7". A giant compared to me. I laughed as he puffed out his chest, under the examination, to indicate that I boosted his ego by my appraising gaze. Why do I have the feeling that I have known you from somewhere? I feel like I've known you my whole life...
"So how old are you kid? Fourteen? Thirteen?" His eyes widened at my unexpected question.
"Why are you asking me that? I am not the one that looks ten."
"I am seventeen years old, BOY!"
"Well, I am SIXTEEN!"
"Oh," we both said at the same time.
"Sorry," I said after he apologized first. I sat on the bed awkward.
"So why do you have gray hair? Are you some old geezer that suddenly found the fountain of youth, but it had a defect?" My mouth smarted off before I could stop it. His jaw dropped in surprise at my brazenness.
"It's actually natural," he fingered a few pieces tenderly then turned to me with a scowl, "and I suppose those bruises were there when you were born." Wincing, I felt the bruise on my lip and winced. It was tender. Riku breathed in deep to calm his temper, and just sat staring at me with a curious light in his eyes.
"Did you get caught in a fight?" Riku inquired.
"Sort of."
"With the Heartless?" I gasped at the word "Heartless." Visions flashed across my eyes. They going to fast for me to just merely focus on them. My mind blanked suddenly and I flashed back to where a man with dark skin and white hair was saying something about hearts.
"And there is darkness in every heart," I quoted along with him. I blinked and the vision ended. Riku sat staring at me from where he was standing. Clearing my throat, I shrugged and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Umm. I am sorry I don't remember," I looked down. Somehow, I felt guilty like I had let him down. Tears filled my eyes, but I shooed them away.
"I would have given you a potion, but I don't have any."
"What kind of drug is that?"
"What?" I rolled my eyes at him and got up slowly feeling all the bruises pulse with pain. "So where are you from?" I asked changing the subject.
"Destiny Island," remorse filled his voice.
"Oh. I am sorry. Are you a runaway? Were you forced to leave? Or are you just like me and were 'just here?'"
"Well, I was kind of forced...well, inspired, let's say, to leave and was 'just here.'" There was a knock at the door and an elderly maid walked in.
"I was just checking on you, miss. Thank goodness this gentleman brought you here. For three days you were out, and he checked on you every hour or so." Riku blushed at this. I saw the red in his cheeks and intensified my accusing gaze at him.
"Three days?!" I asked the maid incredulously while still staring at Riku.
"Yes, miss. You were shaking and muttering weird things. That fever was a bad one. Would have killed you too, but we took care of you," she smiled at me. I turned to her smile and smiled back. "Thank you," I replied. She nodded and pointed to the sheets, "I came to change those."
"Oh, yes." I got up. She peeled off the sheets with such adept skill that still stared in awe even after she was done. The maid just grinned and continued with her work. In no time she had the bed made, and was out the door with the other sheets. I shook my head in amazement. I exhaled the air from my lungs that I had kept in without noticing. Turning back to Riku I gave him a smirk, "Where are we again?"
"Notre Dame," he answered giving me a hassled look while holding out his hands (palm first.. Author wonders how big his hands actually are...).
"Umm. Okay. I think I am going to go back to sleep," the adrenaline was wearing off. I could tell because I suddenly felt so tired and weak.
"Of course. We leave tomorrow," and he left. I sighed. How did I get here? Why me? I just want to go home, but sleep right now would be nice. I walked to the bed and just flopped on it. The nice smell of clean sheets entered my nostrils as I fell asleep.
AN- Checking is such a pain. I wrote this about a year and a half ago, so if I write something odd.... its because of Boo. Nah, I just don't remember. Sad. I don't really remember my own story. So I am kind of reading with the readers out there. I got up the guts to post it though. I am kind of shy about showing my works. Art isn't so bad, but writing. blushes Anyhoo. To my number one fan!!! holds up a fishbowl drinks gags turns white falls to floor
