My Worst Enemy
Author: lakura
Chapter: Pulling it Together
POV: Riku
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts
Damn it. I hate this. I hate myself, I hate me I hate me, I hate me,……
We were here. On the cliffs. Ya know those, ones that are permanently stuck to the very roots of my mind because this is the site where I would lose my very best friend, my sparring partner, the keyblade master, and most of all my savior.
When I looked at him for the very last time, on the edge of the ship, I thought to myself, he is much too young to die. Much , much too young. He had a purpose. I didn't . I know that there is some kind of being out there watching over us. I silently, with all my might sent the mental message, 'Take me instead. I deserve to die, and he doesn't '
But no one was listening.
He turned to me, and exhaled, then spoke. " Riku, I want you to have something. And I want you to know that I will always remember you. But I do not want you to remember me. I want to die peacefully, without the burden of knowing someone regrets the day I ended it all, the day I wanted to die, because I was restless, in pain, and forever hurting, every single day I lived. I was innocent, but, now Riku, I am not. Goodbye. Friend."
With that, he shoved something into my palm, and looked into my eyes with his own piercing eyes, the ones I would never see again. In small words, I muttered, ' good bye'
And with that, he fell
And I never saw him again. Never. Because he was dead. And I did nothing to stop him. Nothing at all. But I would not regret this, because, I , do not like to see my friends in pain.
I looked in my palm, slowly opening it. It was the necklace, that he always wore, the crown . His sign of being the king. The keyblade master. I took it and looked up, and when I looked down, again, it was not in my grasp, but in anothers.
Haiden sat in a sort of crouch, like someone who just jumped in the room, and snatched the necklace right of my hands, pissing me off. She looked at me, and gave me a sympathetic look. "SO this is all you have left?" I nodded. She looked at it, and then lowered herself to the floor, in a sprawled out sorta thing.
"You know that this is a locket right??" I shook my head. She opened it. A few small pictures fell out of it. She put the locket gently on the floor beside her, and scooped up the pictures. She shuffled through each one, giving careful attention to each one. " SO this is what you looked like, before you were enslaved, by those hard core sons of bitches?" I gave her what I hoped was a confused look, and tilted my head, but she just laughed, and continued looking at them.
Then her face darkened, and then her eyes widened. I wandered what sudden change had occurred in her. The days before this, she was just a mean, grouchy, touchy, evil looking bitch. Now she looked almost human. She was being nice to me, and that I wasn't expecting. I was expecting more cruelty, more solitude from her, and I was expecting her to act like she didn't even care. I didn't figure she had any reason to though. But when Sora committed suicide, she opened up again. I wondered how long it would last.
Maybe she was fighting the darkness. Maybe she was winning. Maybe not. I certainly couldn't ask her, because no straight answer would come of it.
But then again, she was made of my genetics. And I never did respond well to death. I hated killing, but in my lifestyle, it was killed, or get killed. By someone more cruel hearted than the act at hand. But killing innocents, wasn't my thing. I was silent, and soft for days after, and I made sure to hide it, 'cause if you show it, you don't make a good fighter, and that's not what the Unknowns wanted. Maybe after awhile, she would go back to her own ways again.
" Woa…." She blinked, and then put the picture down." That one, on the bottom, oh my,…. " She put them aside, pushing them to my feet, and huddled up.
I bent down. I picked up the locket. I put it around my neck. I examined it, and noticed a small inscription; ' To that of brave of heart who sees life for what it really is and what it shall become'
Holy Fuck. That, now that was pretty damn deep.
Then I picked up the pictures. All of them looked like a little boy had too much fun with scissors, and they were oddly, no, badly cut to fit the lockets shape.
I touched the first one.
And I blacked out.
AN: Read the next chapter, I explain there.