Pearlescent Tears
Disclaimer: -Kingdom Hearts deed thingy is sitting on a bed with silk sheets- MINE! –jumps onto bed to grab it- WHAT THE! –slides out the window- Nuuuuuu!
Quick Author's Note: Sorry that the last chapter was so short. But yay! You learned more about Shinju!
Shinju: -shudders at the memories-
Riku: -rubs hands together- I can't wait 'til we learn that Shinju loves me!
Sora: Pfft. She's gonna love me, dude.
Riku: Nuh-uh!
Sora: -glares-
Fushicho: Boys, please! Why fight over Shinju when you've got me?
Kairi and Shinju: And what! You're supposed to be Miss Perfect!
Fushicho: Why, of course! –smile-
Kairi and Shinju: -glares and tackles-
Fushicho: AAHHH! HELP ME! –is being attacked-
Hotaru: -whistles innocently- Anywaaay…
Sora: Here's chapter… six, right?
Riku: Duh, stupid!
Sora: Shut up! –tackles-
Hotaru: … -sweatdrop- Chapter Six- Tsurara: Icicle Luster.
CHAPTER SIX START-
Pearlescent eyes looked on as the owner's companions devoured their food. Sora and Kairi certainly had gotten a lot of food, since they'd gone to every restaurant, and there were about five located around Traverse Town. Shinju herself wasn't feeling very hungry, however. For one thing, she was busy scolding herself inside her head for letting Riku almost… Shinju shook her head, knowing she'd blushed if she dwelled on the memory too long. For another thing, she wasn't feeling hungry. She had no appetite at all, which was weird since she hadn't eaten in a few days. 'Well, it's not that weird…' she thought, knowing full well why she was sick. The faingel also knew she'd only get worse, so they'd have to hurry. 'The Princesses of Heart are so kind… why would they make a constant reminder so cruel?' she thought to herself, pondering it.
"You okay, Shinju? You haven't touched your food…" Kairi pointed out, looking concernedly at her friend. Shinju smiled at her.
Shinju was going to say something when Fushicho snorted and scoffed, "Maybe she thinks she's too good to eat what we got for her. The nerve!"
Shinju stood and glared at Fushicho. "It's nothing like that! I…" she trailed off for a moment, thinking of a lie, then continued, "I don't have to eat. Angels don't have to eat food, and you guys have been working so hard, I felt you deserve more than I do." Shinju smirked triumphantly and Fushicho leered at her.
"Wow… you don't have to eat?" Sora asked, amazed. Shinju giggled at him, since he looked like a little child with his eyes so wide like that.
"Nope. I can if I want to, but I don't need to." Shinju looked out the window and frowned. "My goodness… well, we'd better get going."
Sora and Kairi nodded, and Fushicho pouted, but eventually put her food down. "So, where to?" Sora asked.
Shinju blinked. "Wha… OH!" she exclaimed, her hands flying to her face to cover her mouth. She blushed profusely. "I forgot! I'm so sorry! I was… wondering… how you guys were holding out," Shinju lied.
"Okay, then. Let's get our keyblades out, then," Kairi said. Sora, Riku, and Kairi summoned their keyblades. Fushicho did, too, after wondering what they were going to do with their keyblades if they didn't even know where they were going. Fushicho was surprised to see Sora, Riku, and Kairi point their keyblades at Shinju.
When the beams of light sprung out of them, Fushicho gasped. "Alright, I don't like Shinju all that much, but you guys don't have to attack her!" The dark-haired femme yelped as Feisty Inferno lifted to shoot its own red light ray as Shinju's heart. Like before, Shinju was lifted into the air. This time when she fell, she spread her wings and landed softly on the floor.
"I saw a tournament between a man and a girl who gave off an icy aura. It's…" Shinju thought, and the words came to her. "…Icicle Luster."
"The Ice Keyblade's Mistress, I'm guessing," Fushicho said dryly, twirling her Keyblade.
"Naw, ya think?" Sora asked, putting on a goofy expression. Riku, Shinju, and Kairi laughed while Fushicho crossed her arms and turned her nose up.
"It sounds like we'll be going to the Olympus Coliseum." Riku muttered.
Shinju nodded. "Now let's get going!" Riku was about to point out that they didn't have a Gummi Ship when Shinju began to repeat the magic she'd done when they were getting away from Ansem.
"What the!" Fushicho shouted in surprise as the bubble formed around them.
"Olympus Coliseum!" Shinju shouted as she thrusted her arms up. The bubble didn't blow the roof up, but rather everyone passed through it like ghosts. Shinju was perfectly still, her opened eyes shining the different colors of the rainbow. She looked like she had had Stop used on her. The others, however, were able to float around. Riku floated over to her.
"…Shinju?" he called, reaching out to her. A barrier shot up, and he jerked his hand away. He heard Shinju's voice in his head, saying, 'I need concentration.'
While the other floated around, Riku thought back to her, 'You're just trying to avoid me.'
'…And if I am?' Shinju asked calmly.
'Shinju…'
'Don't start, Riku. You don't know anything about me, and when you find out, you'll be hurt…' Shinju stated, her tone softening.
'But I still want to know, Shinju!' Riku half shouted. 'Please, let me in. Don't try to lock yourself away,' he pleaded.
'…No,' Shinju replied. The lavender-haired girl wished she could. She really did! But, there were things about her that would only worry Riku. There were things that would disappoint him, sadden him… she couldn't let him know.
Riku frowned at her. 'Why won't you stop that whole guardian act? Relax a little.'
'I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you…' Riku smirked, and, though she didn't see it, she could tell she worded that sentence wrong. Really, though, she'd worded it exactly like her heart had told her to. 'Any of you…' she added, going against her heart. Riku sighed and shook his head. He knew Shinju would come to him when she was ready, but he could tell she needed to let some things out.
'Whatever you say, Shinju.' And with that, he hovered away to Sora, Kairi, and Fushicho, who were doing back flips.
Finally, the bubble touched the sandy ground of the Coliseum Gates, and it popped. Everyone dropped to the ground, including Shinju, who was now mobile. She landed on her feet and turned to look at the entrance to the Lobby. Shinju looked over her shoulder at the others and smiled. "Well, let's get going, shall we?"
Sora took a deep breath and grinned. "Ah, the smell of battle. Can we enter a tournament while we're here?"
Kairi paled. "T-tournament?"
Fushicho snickered at her. "What's the matter, Wimpy?" Kairi glared as Fushicho howled with laughter.
Riku glared at them all, "Shut up, guys! We're here on a mission."
Shinju laughed nervously. "No, no! We can enter a tournament. Heck, it's a good idea." Kairi was about to protest when Shinju said, "Besides, Kairi, Fushicho, you guys need to learn some more magical techniques. It's the perfect opportunity to learn them!" Kairi sighed, and Fushicho groaned.
"Aww… it's like school!" Fushicho whined as they entered the Lobby. A pudgy satyr walked up to the group.
"Hey, hey, hey! One word: Tournament Pass!" he barked, his chubby hand extended to collect them.
"That's two words, Phil.." Sora muttered with a sweatdrop.
Phil's eyes widened at the sight of him. "Hey, rookie! How ya been?" he asked, walking over and grinning at Sora. Phil looked over the group. "Hey, kid, who's that?" he asked, pointing to Riku.
"Riku. This is Fushicho," Fushicho rose a brow and twitched at the sight of Phil. "This is Kairi," Kairi gave him and big smile and punched her fist into the air. "And this is Shinju," Sora introduced as Shinju smiled and waved.
"Hey-ey-eeey!" Phil hooted, walking around the three girls. Fushicho made a face, finding Phil quite disturbing looking. She'd never even heard of a half-man half-goat, otherwise known as a satyr. "These your girlfriends, kid?" he asked. Phil growled flirtatiously at Fushicho, kissed Kairi's hand, and winked at Shinju. Kairi and Shinju giggled in mirth as Fushicho twitched and stuck her tongue out in disgust.
"Umm… no. But can we go in? We wanna be in the next tournament." Sora said. Riku narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms as Phil sidled over to Shinju.
"Oh yeeeah! I remember now! You already have a girlfriend! Where is she?" Phil asked, looking around. Sora looked down at the his shoes, his eyes becoming sad. Phil didn't take notice, but rather totally forgot about the subject. "Well anyway, I guess I can let you guys enter. For old time's sake." He walked over to the doors and opened them. "Go on in, and no teams! This tournament is one-on-one matches only! The tournament starts in a few hours. Shinju dashed out to the first row of bleachers, watching a the girl she'd seen and a blond man with one wing battling. The others followed her and also watched.
The girl had pure white hair that faded into a dark navy blue towards the tips. Her hair was crimped and hung down to her collarbone. There was a light blue headband settled in her hair that covered most of the back of her head. She was pale, but not too pale. She wore a grey tube top that tapered to a point in between her cleavage. The only thing holding the tube top in place was a black circular button with a diamond-shaped wire around it. Attached to this top were two silver shoulder guards ((A/N: Y'know, like the thing Cloud was on his one shoulder…)) that went down to her elbows. Attached by a metal ring to the bottoms of the shoulder guards were translucent periwinkle baggy 'sleeves'. On her hands, which gripped a plain katana, were black gloves, similar to the kind you'd wear in winter to keep your hands warm. The white-haired girl wore her starry blue short shorts ((A/N: Think Yuna from FFX-2 kind of short. Yeah.)) low on her hips. Two silver chains that were attached to the thick wire around the button hung down and held up a light grey pleated miniskirt. In the back, her tube top laced up with silver chains that were similar to the ones attached to the wire, and the excess chain hung down to hold the skirt up in the back. For footwear she wore knee length black leather boots, and she also had on silver knee guards ((A/N: Kind of like knee pads)).
The girl grinned as the blond man- Cloud, Sora said his name was- came running towards her. She sidestepped him and jumped onto his back, having a little piggyback ride. Cloud sighed as she began to giggle. "Tsurara, I thought you were going to be serious this time," he said dryly.
The girl, Tsurara, giggled as she cooed, "You're just too damn sexy for me to battle you!" Cloud sighed and ran a hand through the blond strands of hair that hung in front of his face.
"You know I have someone else in my heart…" Cloud muttered. Shinju took this chance to step up. She flew over and landed in front of Tsurara and Cloud.
"Hello, Tsurara. I'm Shinju. It's very nice to meet you." Tsurara blinked and nodded.
"Yeah. Nice to meetcha!" she replied with a grin.
Kairi walked over. "I'm Kairi. Have you heard of the Keyblades?"
Tsurara squealed and flipped off of Cloud's back and onto the ground. Cloud winced at the high-pitched noise. "Ooooh yes! I've always wished I had one, since my katana's not all that great… it's old."
Shinju smiled. "Well, today's your lucky day!" She dipped her finger into the glittery powder and blew it to Tsurara. The dust turned into ice particles that formed to make a Keyblade. The Keyblade was entirely made of ice, but was unbreakable. A snowflake inside of an octagon surrounded the grip. The charm on the end of the silver chain was a white snowflake. A few crystal-like ice structures protruded from the Keyblade's rod, and the actual blade was a large group of these structures. Engraved in the side were the words 'icicle luster'.
Tsurara squealed again. "OH MY GOSH! It's my own Keyblade! What can I do to repay you?" she asked. Shinju smiled.
"Well, the thing is, you're a Princess of Destiny, as well as the Mistress of the Keyblade of Ice. We need you to-"
"Ya gotta save the worlds with us or somethin' like that." Fushicho interrupted as she walked over. She eyed Cloud with interest. "Oooh.. and who is this hottie?"
Tsurara glared at Fushicho. "He's mine! Back off!" Cloud sighed and rolled his eyes.
"I told you, I love Aerith!" he said exasperatedly.
"…Aerith must die…" Tsurara and Fushicho both said. Jokingly, of course. ((A/N: I never did like Aerith that much. Her overall design was too plain for my tastes, as well as too pink. I will wear pink, but not that much of it! Plus she didn't kick butt or anything. That really sucked. At least you get to battle Yuffie in the frickin tournament. –shrug- But that's just me.))
Shinju sweatdropped. "Anywaaay… will you do it?"
Tsurara glared at Fushicho, who was edging over to Cloud, before replying, "Sure! Anything to impress my Cloud!" When Tsurara said 'my', she pushed Fushicho away from Cloud.
Shinju smiled. "Well, let's get training, then." Sora and Riku, who didn't want to train with a bunch of girls, went out to the Coliseum Gates to train.
…Later…
"Okay, guys! Show me everything you've learned!" Shinju commanded excitedly. The girls had made so much progress, she was giddy.
Fushicho went first. "Hellfire!" she shouted, shoving her Keyblade onto the ground. A whirlwind of fire burst out from underneath a now very battered Heartless dummy the girls had been using. The fire whirlwind swirled around the dummy, and it was engulfed in the flames. The whirlwind died down, but the dummy was still aflame.
Tsurara stepped up. "Slush Rain!" Sharp icicles rained down on the dummy, piercing it, along with icy cold snow. The snow extinguished the flames.
Kairi then joined in. "Heartbreaker!" Kairi slashed the side of Eternally Yours with the broken heart at the dummy. Pink light in the shape of a broken heart soared at it. Once the halves of the heart were on each side of the dummy, they smashed together, crushing the dummy in the process.
"Volcano Cannon!" Fushicho screamed, pointing the Keyblade at the dummy and holding it like a gun. The hand that would be near the trigger was glowing red, and as Fushicho 'pulled the trigger', a burst of fire erupted from the top of the Feisty Inferno. It hit the dummy, once again setting it on fire.
It was once again Tsurara's turn. "Icy Hands of Death!" Tsurara dropped her Keyblade as her hands started to glow grey. She swiped her left hand, then her right. Two large hands of light swooped towards the dummy and passed right through it. The dummy was frozen solid from the attack.
Kairi grinned, finally getting into the battle spirit. "Dark Valentines!" Several razor sharp Valentine hearts appeared in her hands. The redhead threw them at the dummy like ninja stars, and they sliced the dummy free.
"Fiery Flower!"
"Snowflake Shuriken!"
"Breakup!"
Fushicho's Fiery Flower attack caused a flame shaped like a flower to 'sprout' from the dummy's head. The fire spread onto the rest of the dummy. Tsurara's Snowflake Shuriken technique sent several snowflakes flying at the dummy like ninja stars. Whenever a snowflake pierced it, the area two inches around the snowflake would freeze. Kairi's attack called Breakup sent a large heart flying towards the dummy. It crashed right through the dummy ((A/N: Think Sailor Moon's Moon Spiral Heart Attack. If you haven't seen Sailor Moon, you could probably find this attack somewhere on the Internet)).
Shinju jumped into the air and spread her wings, twirling around. "Yes, yes, yes, YES!" she shrieked happily. Landing back on the ground, she ran up and hugged each of the girls. "You guys are doing great! This is wonderful! These attacks will really help when we start battling stronger Heartless!"
Kairi smiled, though beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. "Yeah! That was great!"
Tsurara flexed and curled her hands, grinning cheekily at them. "I feel so much stronger now."
Fushicho smirked. "Oh yeah! Now I'm pretty and I can kick some major butt!"
Shinju laughed. She was so happy, she didn't even get annoyed at Fushicho's conceited remark. "You guys should go and eat. The tournament's coming up." The three girls smiled and nodded in agreement, heading for the Lobby to find something to eat. Shinju watched them with pride in her eyes.
"Quite the teacher, aren't you?" Shinju spun around to find Riku standing there, watching her.
"I suppose. I didn't do that much. It was the girls who learned themselves, after all." Shinju said, blushing slightly with humility. Sure, Shinju had taught them to look deep inside themselves to find the power they were strong enough at the moment to unleash, but that wasn't much. Okay, so it was basically the whole thing. But Shinju wasn't one to be full of herself, unlike Fushicho. Shinju was then aware of how close Riku was standing. "I really should go practice some techniques, so if you'll excuse me…" She moved to walk past him, but he grabbed her wrist gently and tugged Shinju to his body.
"You should relax, Shinju," he said sternly, staring into her eyes. Shinju furrowed her brows.
"We had this talk already." She replied flatly.
"Last time you didn't listen."
"Maybe I don't want to listen."
"Why do you insist on pushing me out?"
"I already told you!" Shinju shouted, frustrated.
"Did you?" Riku asked, feigning surprise. "I'm sorry, I wasn't listening then." He grinned puckishly at her. Tears welled up in Shinju's eyes, and she leaned against Riku. Riku's grin faded. "Shinj-"
"You're so difficult, Riku…" she murmured, resting her right cheek on his chest as she cried. She didn't sob, though she really wanted to. Riku could tell that Shinju was still holding her emotions back from the way she shook with suppressed sobs. He encircled his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. She found that his warmth and scent were extremely soothing, and she let out a shaky, yet still slightly contented, sigh.
"Tell me, Shinju." Riku whispered into her ear.
"I wish I could…" The faingel whispered back. She attempted to pull out of his embrace, but he held her closer. Shinju looked up at him to give him a questioning look and found his lips were mere centimeters away from hers.
"…You can," he breathed. Without wasting another second, Riku pressed his lips to hers in a very passionate kiss. Shinju didn't respond for a moment, out of shock, but then her heart kicked in, vetoed what her brain told her to do, and she kissed him back. His left hand rested on the small of her back, keeping her hips pressed her his own, while his other hand's fingertips ran up her back to her neck. She gasped when Riku's right hand pulled on her right spaghetti strap. Riku too this opportunity to deepen the kiss, and he got about two seconds worth of tasting Shinju before she pushed herself out of his embrace.
The silver-haired teen watch Shinju amusedly as she tried to regain her breath and tried to hide her red cheeks. She fumbled with the spaghetti strap before finally getting it to stay on her shoulder, and then straightened out her clothes. Riku eyed her swollen lips, craving more so badly that the urge was nearly irresistible. He'd already gotten more than he'd bargained for, however. He hadn't even thought Shinju would kiss him back. Riku knew he would regret not going with his first plan, which had been to just kiss her gently. He'd probably scared her away for at least another two keyholes ((A/N: About three to four chapters worth)). Maybe not. He hoped not.
Shinju coughed, trying to order herself, and stuttered, "I-I… I n-need to get ready f-f-for the tourn-nament." She turned on her heel and ran into the Lobby, and Riku stared at her retreating back wistfully.
END CHAPTER SIX-
Hotaru: If this has mistakes, then I am sorry. I haven't updated since like, January, so I wanted to get this up fast. Oooooh! A li'l RikuXShinju for all of you who've been waiting!
Tsurara: Don't think, however, that they're gonna be together now.
Fushicho: That stupid Shinju's gonna be all confused and deny her feelings. What an idiot! If Riku had kissed me, I would've frickin made out with him!
Hotaru: Some of us, Fushicho, aren't so loose. -sweatdrop-
Fushicho: Are you suggesting that I'm a slu-
Kairi: -interrupts loudly- SLUSHIE!
Fushicho: Oh, who gives! This is probably gonna turn into anM (Mature)fic anyway!
Hotaru: Don't jinx it! I'm trying not to make it M! Unless the readers want it to be...?
Riku: Where'd Shinju get to?
Hotaru: She's probably hiding from you.
Riku: … -grins impishly- She can run, but she can't hide! –runs off to find her-
Fushicho: Wait! Riku! Make out with me insteeeead! –follows-
Kairi and Tsurara: Oh no you don't, Fushicho! Riku and Shinju belong together! –chases after her-
Sora: Umm…
Hotaru: -holds up a Raine plushie- Sit, boy.
Sora: O.O –sits on the floor and begs like a dog-
Hotaru: Now, fetch! –throws the Raine plushie-
Sora: -runs after it-
Hotaru: Hee hee hee. –watches- O.O! Sora! Ew! Don't do that! It's an inanimate object, for crying out loud!
Sora: -growls and runs away with the plushie-
Hotaru: HEY! –turns to readers- See ya next time! –runs after Sora-
