Right....Disclaimer. I don't own Kingdom Hearts or Final Fantsay, but
one day I might.
I'm the Arashi. Sorry I didn't put any author notes on this fic so far. I was too preoccupied with putting it online for my pal, Rikku. Just so you know I'm not posting anything else unless people review it, otherwise I think nobody likes it. Yeah. I've only begaun so hopefully people want to see where this is going.
Ah... It seems you are special too
You look like him
Which means, you are not complete.
Incomplete one...
That power...
Allow me to test your power.
I am...
A mere shell.
The younger boy was fast enveloped in a frail embrace, which was returned with some confusion. "I've looked for you so long. I thought I'd never find you."
Smiling in silence, the blue eyed boy felt this was familiar somehow, although unable to recall just why it was so. He just seemed right, and this seemed right. Although the memories still remained bound and caged, they resonated at this, and the brunette felt comforted by something that at last made sense. This boy was Riku, and Riku was a good friend. Yes, that was right. It was only a fragment of a shattered memory, but the boy felt it was one of the most important. The older boy was shuddering, and the blue eyed boy held him closer. Things were still unclear, but it was starting to make sense. It was very important to him as well to have been reunited, although he could not fully recall what had happened. All that mattered now was the truth that he had realized. He'd found Riku, and that was enough for now.
"I've missed you..." Riku repeated for what seemed like the fiftieth time before he straightened and made sure his face was dry. There were no tears, and they both knew that. Neither of them seemed to be able to cry, no matter how happy that moment seemed to be. He got serious rather quickly, as if embarrassed by his own feelings. It seemed he wished to deny their existence. "Where the hell have you been all this time? I guess it's just convenient that you can't speak. You never were good at explaining."
The brunette sighed and picked up the knife again.
"Don't bother. I doubt you remember." Riku said, his hand on the other boy's only for as long as it took to convey the message. After that, he shirked away as if the mere contact burned him. He had seemed so happy, but now he seemed wary. The younger boy did not understand why Riku was behaving so, and he wondered if it might have been better that he never bothered to let the boy know he knew his name. It would have been less uncomfortable.
He picked up him muffin, daring Riku to just be that way. If the silver haired boy was going to be a brat about it, then he'd be just as strange with him. It wasn't fair for the other boy to act so suddenly cold like that, not after getting all excited about seeing him. Riku was confusing him, and he already had barely any clue about what had happened or what was going on.
"Hey, don't act like that." It was half order and half request. That was new, some voice in the brunette's mind laughed. He still felt badly that the older boy seemed concerned by it. "I just don't think you could forgive me just like that. Not after all that. I know you can't Sora."
After all what? The boy honestly didn't know. All the memories were still caged. The name Riku had spoken was his, but it didn't seem absolute. It could easily have been his name, perhaps doubtlessly in Riku's mind, but his own questioned if that was it. 'Sora' was right, but he felt troubled. He had accepted Riku easily, but the older boy acted as if he should not. Was he supposed to be different? Maybe he was all wrong because he could remember so few things. He did not know where he had been nor why he had forgotten. He knew nothing before finding himself drowning in the sea outside Traverse city.
You look like him... Which means, you are not complete.
Incomplete one...
He looked around for the source of the voice, and it appeared that Riku had not heard it. Who had spoken, and who was incomplete? Finishing his muffin, he stared at the window, watching the rain slide down the glass. Sora frowned. He had to be incomplete, for he had no memories but for Riku's name. There were many other things he should have known, but did not recall. What am I then, he wondered as the liquid metal of silver rain hit the glass and streamed down it in unsteady rivulets. Sora looked like someone else, the voice had said. It was all so confusing.
"Sora? Are you all right?" Riku asked, trying to mask his worry.
The brunette nodded. He was troubled, but fine enough. When he was sure those eyes weren't on him, he mouthed the word 'incomplete' a few times in silent contemplation. He knew right away deep thought wasn't his domain, but he tried his best to decide what it might have meant. If he were incomplete, Sora told himself, then he wasn't really himself. He had to be someone else. With a sigh, he gave up as his head began to throb. All of this was wearing him out too easily, and he knew he was recovering.
Don't worry Everything's okay, Sora
I promise...
Sora clutched the sides of his head, trying not to move so suddenly that Riku might notice him, but that was an attempt doomed to failure as he screamed in his mind. Those voices were in his psyche, and he recognized them somehow. One he had known for a very long time, and the other sounded fresher, more real. The second voice sounded like himself, save for the fact that it was a girl. Sora also had trouble thinking of how he could think something to himself and not know about it.
"Sora?" Riku had dropped the aloof act and was hovering over him.
As much as he appreciated the concern, the last thing he wanted was to hear more voices. Sora clamped his blue eyes shut and tried to clear the thoughts away. One voice troubled him while the other tired to comfort him, and this duplicity was what bothered him the most. They weren't voices from now, they were voices he remembered, and he didn't know where these fragments of memories were from.
When he opened his eyes, they met glowing amber ones. The older boy's left hand was on his forehead, the other on his own. Sora didn't recall if Riku had any idea whether to gauge someone's health, and he wished the silver haired boy wouldn't try so hard to take care of him. It wasn't as if he would break or something. After thinking about it, Sora realized he didn't know that for sure. Still, it was a very strange idea. He smiled slightly when Riku withdrew his hand, seemingly satisfied with the brunette's temperature.
"You have a headache? You're a bit warm..." Riku asked this, but was already looking through the weathered cabinets. "I used to get headaches when the sunlight was too bright, so I should have something..."
Sora didn't know how to say he'd wait until the headache went away, and simply waited until the older boy turned around with a bottle of some kind of pain reliever. He nodded to reply that yes, he had a headache. There wasn't any other way he could answer the question, anyhow. So long as Riku didn't have to force it down his throat, Sora figured it was fine by him.
Riku uncapped the bottle and handed it to Sora. "You take two with some water. I'll get that." Before Sora could object, the older boy had turned and opened another cabinet, taking out a glass. He hurried over to the sink and filled it, then came back to Sora, who had since gotten two pills out of the bottle and set it on the table. He held out the glass to the brunette. "Here. You'll feel better in about half an hour, okay?"
He wanted to know so badly why Riku worried so much. It wasn't too big of a deal, and Riku kept switching his mannerisms. Sora couldn't decide which ones he was supposed to have recognized anymore. He wanted to be able to talk so badly, but a part of him wanted to stay silent, because he knew he'd learn things he didn't want to know.
But he would learn those things whether he liked it or not.
Sora took the pills and downed the water, then got up to put the glass in the sink while Riku was putting the bottle away. He was getting restless as his energy returned, and Riku doing everything for him was the opposite of helpful. When he set the glass down, Riku looked at him with those startling eyes. "I could have done that for you. It's okay."
The brunette shook his head and tried to answer verbally, but his words were only a small noise in his throat. He sighed in frustration and folded his arms. This was not going well. As much as Riku was worried, it was driving Sora insane. He wondered if the older boy had always babied him like this. It felt awkward being coddled so much. Somehow Sora felt it was embarrassing and strange. Riku wasn't supposed to act like this around him. It seemed far too weird to be right.
He trudged back to the chair he'd sat in before and slumped into the hard frame.
"If you want, we can go out to get you some new clothes when you're ready." Riku suggested.
Sora nodded, and decided he was going to use the knife once more. He picked it up and held his ponytail with his other hand, then taking the knife to it at an angle. Since he was a boy, he wanted it to be short like a boy's. It seemed only natural, and he cut in one swift motion, letting the tied hair fall to the creaky wooden floor silently as he set the knife down and rubbed the back of his neck. It felt different, but he liked it. All that hair had gotten in his way.
"... I guess that's one way to cut your hair." Riku sighed. "Do you want to shower or something?"
The younger boy nodded, and to him his head felt oddly lighter. He couldn't help thinking the word airhead was somehow appropriate. Sora figured he was not all too pleasant to look at, and he was rapidly getting ever more self conscious around his companion. It was awkward, especially being unable to speak, but he'd get his voice back sooner or later.
"And you want to take care of that yourself, I'm sure." Riku went on.
It was not the intended meaning, but the words made Sora flush slightly, although he told himself there wasn't any reason to. The way he said it had just been strange was all.
Riku caught on to this rather quickly. "I didn't mean it that way." He was going to say something about the boy's mind being in the vicinity of a gutter, but Riku knew Sora really couldn't help it, what with having nearly no memory of what had happened in the past few years. "Anyway, the bathroom's right over there. There's towels on the sink already, so you're set." He couldn't remember speaking so much in forever.
Sora nodded and walked over to the bathroom, feeling his bare neck once more before closing the door behind him. Riku sighed and leaned on the table. He wondered if Sora remembered any of the basics. The younger boy ate like an animal, but he had been half starved, and he was certainly modest, but there was no way to tell whether Sora might kill himself trying to turn on the water. Riku groaned at the idea, getting exasperated with himself.
Despite previous doubts, the water turned on soon enough without any trouble. This was a relief to Riku until the younger boy made some kind of squeak, at which point the knobs in the bathroom screeched as they were turned. Obviously he'd had the water too hot.
I'm the Arashi. Sorry I didn't put any author notes on this fic so far. I was too preoccupied with putting it online for my pal, Rikku. Just so you know I'm not posting anything else unless people review it, otherwise I think nobody likes it. Yeah. I've only begaun so hopefully people want to see where this is going.
Ah... It seems you are special too
You look like him
Which means, you are not complete.
Incomplete one...
That power...
Allow me to test your power.
I am...
A mere shell.
The younger boy was fast enveloped in a frail embrace, which was returned with some confusion. "I've looked for you so long. I thought I'd never find you."
Smiling in silence, the blue eyed boy felt this was familiar somehow, although unable to recall just why it was so. He just seemed right, and this seemed right. Although the memories still remained bound and caged, they resonated at this, and the brunette felt comforted by something that at last made sense. This boy was Riku, and Riku was a good friend. Yes, that was right. It was only a fragment of a shattered memory, but the boy felt it was one of the most important. The older boy was shuddering, and the blue eyed boy held him closer. Things were still unclear, but it was starting to make sense. It was very important to him as well to have been reunited, although he could not fully recall what had happened. All that mattered now was the truth that he had realized. He'd found Riku, and that was enough for now.
"I've missed you..." Riku repeated for what seemed like the fiftieth time before he straightened and made sure his face was dry. There were no tears, and they both knew that. Neither of them seemed to be able to cry, no matter how happy that moment seemed to be. He got serious rather quickly, as if embarrassed by his own feelings. It seemed he wished to deny their existence. "Where the hell have you been all this time? I guess it's just convenient that you can't speak. You never were good at explaining."
The brunette sighed and picked up the knife again.
"Don't bother. I doubt you remember." Riku said, his hand on the other boy's only for as long as it took to convey the message. After that, he shirked away as if the mere contact burned him. He had seemed so happy, but now he seemed wary. The younger boy did not understand why Riku was behaving so, and he wondered if it might have been better that he never bothered to let the boy know he knew his name. It would have been less uncomfortable.
He picked up him muffin, daring Riku to just be that way. If the silver haired boy was going to be a brat about it, then he'd be just as strange with him. It wasn't fair for the other boy to act so suddenly cold like that, not after getting all excited about seeing him. Riku was confusing him, and he already had barely any clue about what had happened or what was going on.
"Hey, don't act like that." It was half order and half request. That was new, some voice in the brunette's mind laughed. He still felt badly that the older boy seemed concerned by it. "I just don't think you could forgive me just like that. Not after all that. I know you can't Sora."
After all what? The boy honestly didn't know. All the memories were still caged. The name Riku had spoken was his, but it didn't seem absolute. It could easily have been his name, perhaps doubtlessly in Riku's mind, but his own questioned if that was it. 'Sora' was right, but he felt troubled. He had accepted Riku easily, but the older boy acted as if he should not. Was he supposed to be different? Maybe he was all wrong because he could remember so few things. He did not know where he had been nor why he had forgotten. He knew nothing before finding himself drowning in the sea outside Traverse city.
You look like him... Which means, you are not complete.
Incomplete one...
He looked around for the source of the voice, and it appeared that Riku had not heard it. Who had spoken, and who was incomplete? Finishing his muffin, he stared at the window, watching the rain slide down the glass. Sora frowned. He had to be incomplete, for he had no memories but for Riku's name. There were many other things he should have known, but did not recall. What am I then, he wondered as the liquid metal of silver rain hit the glass and streamed down it in unsteady rivulets. Sora looked like someone else, the voice had said. It was all so confusing.
"Sora? Are you all right?" Riku asked, trying to mask his worry.
The brunette nodded. He was troubled, but fine enough. When he was sure those eyes weren't on him, he mouthed the word 'incomplete' a few times in silent contemplation. He knew right away deep thought wasn't his domain, but he tried his best to decide what it might have meant. If he were incomplete, Sora told himself, then he wasn't really himself. He had to be someone else. With a sigh, he gave up as his head began to throb. All of this was wearing him out too easily, and he knew he was recovering.
Don't worry Everything's okay, Sora
I promise...
Sora clutched the sides of his head, trying not to move so suddenly that Riku might notice him, but that was an attempt doomed to failure as he screamed in his mind. Those voices were in his psyche, and he recognized them somehow. One he had known for a very long time, and the other sounded fresher, more real. The second voice sounded like himself, save for the fact that it was a girl. Sora also had trouble thinking of how he could think something to himself and not know about it.
"Sora?" Riku had dropped the aloof act and was hovering over him.
As much as he appreciated the concern, the last thing he wanted was to hear more voices. Sora clamped his blue eyes shut and tried to clear the thoughts away. One voice troubled him while the other tired to comfort him, and this duplicity was what bothered him the most. They weren't voices from now, they were voices he remembered, and he didn't know where these fragments of memories were from.
When he opened his eyes, they met glowing amber ones. The older boy's left hand was on his forehead, the other on his own. Sora didn't recall if Riku had any idea whether to gauge someone's health, and he wished the silver haired boy wouldn't try so hard to take care of him. It wasn't as if he would break or something. After thinking about it, Sora realized he didn't know that for sure. Still, it was a very strange idea. He smiled slightly when Riku withdrew his hand, seemingly satisfied with the brunette's temperature.
"You have a headache? You're a bit warm..." Riku asked this, but was already looking through the weathered cabinets. "I used to get headaches when the sunlight was too bright, so I should have something..."
Sora didn't know how to say he'd wait until the headache went away, and simply waited until the older boy turned around with a bottle of some kind of pain reliever. He nodded to reply that yes, he had a headache. There wasn't any other way he could answer the question, anyhow. So long as Riku didn't have to force it down his throat, Sora figured it was fine by him.
Riku uncapped the bottle and handed it to Sora. "You take two with some water. I'll get that." Before Sora could object, the older boy had turned and opened another cabinet, taking out a glass. He hurried over to the sink and filled it, then came back to Sora, who had since gotten two pills out of the bottle and set it on the table. He held out the glass to the brunette. "Here. You'll feel better in about half an hour, okay?"
He wanted to know so badly why Riku worried so much. It wasn't too big of a deal, and Riku kept switching his mannerisms. Sora couldn't decide which ones he was supposed to have recognized anymore. He wanted to be able to talk so badly, but a part of him wanted to stay silent, because he knew he'd learn things he didn't want to know.
But he would learn those things whether he liked it or not.
Sora took the pills and downed the water, then got up to put the glass in the sink while Riku was putting the bottle away. He was getting restless as his energy returned, and Riku doing everything for him was the opposite of helpful. When he set the glass down, Riku looked at him with those startling eyes. "I could have done that for you. It's okay."
The brunette shook his head and tried to answer verbally, but his words were only a small noise in his throat. He sighed in frustration and folded his arms. This was not going well. As much as Riku was worried, it was driving Sora insane. He wondered if the older boy had always babied him like this. It felt awkward being coddled so much. Somehow Sora felt it was embarrassing and strange. Riku wasn't supposed to act like this around him. It seemed far too weird to be right.
He trudged back to the chair he'd sat in before and slumped into the hard frame.
"If you want, we can go out to get you some new clothes when you're ready." Riku suggested.
Sora nodded, and decided he was going to use the knife once more. He picked it up and held his ponytail with his other hand, then taking the knife to it at an angle. Since he was a boy, he wanted it to be short like a boy's. It seemed only natural, and he cut in one swift motion, letting the tied hair fall to the creaky wooden floor silently as he set the knife down and rubbed the back of his neck. It felt different, but he liked it. All that hair had gotten in his way.
"... I guess that's one way to cut your hair." Riku sighed. "Do you want to shower or something?"
The younger boy nodded, and to him his head felt oddly lighter. He couldn't help thinking the word airhead was somehow appropriate. Sora figured he was not all too pleasant to look at, and he was rapidly getting ever more self conscious around his companion. It was awkward, especially being unable to speak, but he'd get his voice back sooner or later.
"And you want to take care of that yourself, I'm sure." Riku went on.
It was not the intended meaning, but the words made Sora flush slightly, although he told himself there wasn't any reason to. The way he said it had just been strange was all.
Riku caught on to this rather quickly. "I didn't mean it that way." He was going to say something about the boy's mind being in the vicinity of a gutter, but Riku knew Sora really couldn't help it, what with having nearly no memory of what had happened in the past few years. "Anyway, the bathroom's right over there. There's towels on the sink already, so you're set." He couldn't remember speaking so much in forever.
Sora nodded and walked over to the bathroom, feeling his bare neck once more before closing the door behind him. Riku sighed and leaned on the table. He wondered if Sora remembered any of the basics. The younger boy ate like an animal, but he had been half starved, and he was certainly modest, but there was no way to tell whether Sora might kill himself trying to turn on the water. Riku groaned at the idea, getting exasperated with himself.
Despite previous doubts, the water turned on soon enough without any trouble. This was a relief to Riku until the younger boy made some kind of squeak, at which point the knobs in the bathroom screeched as they were turned. Obviously he'd had the water too hot.