Chapter Two-
Behind The Door---(The Southern Point)
"It's pitch black."
"Take the light."
"Thanks."
"You've never complained about the darkness before, Riku. We've been in here at least a week and it's never bothered you."
"Yeah, well...I'm going to write something."
"Write what?"
"A letter. Well, a poem. A poem letter. To Sora and Kairi. In case I never see them again, maybe they can get the letter."
Mickey didn't respond, so Riku took the lantern, lit it, and went to sit against the door. He crouched down and began writing with pen and paper he'd taken from Mickey a few days ago. As he touched the pen to the paper, the words seemed to write themselves. Of course, he'd known what he wanted to say for a long time. Being kept in a locked room with nothing to do but fend off heartless brings about lots of thinking.
"Donna toki datte
Tada hitori de
Unmei wasurete
Ikite kita no ni
Totsuzen no hikari no naka me ga sameru
Mayonaka ni
No matter what the time
Im just alone
Destiny forgotten,
Even though I kept going.
Inside of the sudden light I awaken
In the middle of the night
Shizuka ni deguchi ni tatte
Kurayami ni hikari o ute
Quietly,
Stand in the exit way,
And, in the pitch-black, take the light"
The poem described Riku's situation with infallibility. He was alone in the sense that he'd lost his friends. Only Mickey, a person he'd only met just before being locked behind the door, was with him. The things he was acquainted with most were the heartless, his former colleagues, now his worst enemies.
His destiny forgotten, he'd basically sacrificed himself to provide oppurtunity for the futures of his friends. Though he did what he thought was right, joining Ansem because he thought it was the only way to save Kairi, Riku could not help but blame himself for all the events that had taken place with Ansem and the heartless.
For that last half of his week in Kingdom Hearts, Riku had been having a recurring dream in which he was falling from a building. He would always awake right before he hit the ground. It was beginning to scare him, but he said nothing to Mickey, assuming the king was already busy enough as it was.
Riku's current objective was to get out from behind that door without releasing the heartless once more. How to go about doing this was a mystery to him. He hadn't fully comprehended ,in the time he was given, what the consequences of his choice to be locked behind the door would be. He later realized he should have tried to come up with an alternate way. Though, the option he'd chosen would probably gain praise from other people, and that was a definite plus side.
He folded up the piece of paper and tried sliding it under the door. It was sealed, and there were no cracks anywhere, so he let it sit by the door. He picked up the pen and lantern and went back towards Mickey.
"Riku," Mickey said quietly, almost inaudibly.
"What?" Riku said, loud in comparison to the king.
"There's a group of hreatless headed our way."
"How can you always tell?"
"They walk so loud, how can you not hear them?"
"Oh, I never made the connection between the loud, bumpy sounds and the heartless. Everything in sight has blended together to me, and so has everything within earshot. I just can't tell the difference between things anymore."
"Well get ready anyway. They're almost here."
At the word "here", a shadow latched on to Mickey's leg. Mickey responded by taking a step to the right and swinging his keyblade backwards to send the shadow flying into the darkness.
Almost immediately, swarms of hearless surrounded the two.
"Watch my back. I'll watch yours," Riku said, and the two stood back to back, ready to pounce upon their foes.
Riku burst through the first row of shadows, killing three with one swing. He then proceeded to slice at an invisible, the type of heartless he found particularly annoying. The invisible transformed himself into six balls of purple and black fire that circled Riku's body and then closed around him to produce a terrible pain. The invisible went back to his original state to be met by three slices in a row of Riku's weapon, the same three slices that destroyed it.
Riku then advanced to a small group of shadows which he destroyed one by one in a more stylish way than was needed. It was almost as if he were showing off, flaunting his weapon work.
Behind him, Mickey rampaged amongst the shadows, fighting two at a time during certain times by swinging at one, then at another while first recovered, then at the first while the second recovered and so on. As he finished clearing one section of the room, he went on towards where Riku was fighting. He sliced through a collection of shadows. His keyblade stopped with a clang, which made him jump, afraid that he'd stumbled upon a powerful heartless.
Riku thought the same when his weapon met another with a clang. Both were relieved to find that they had only met up with each other.
Mickey nodded to Riku, and Riku nodded back. They charged at the final row of heartless which consisted of twenty or so shadows. Each of them took ten, coincidentally finishing at the same time. They froze. Riku breathed heavily and did the best he could to scan the area for more heartless. He saw no sign of any. Mickey relaxed and put away his keyblade. Riku strapped the wingblade to his back and sat down next to Riku.
"So," Riku said, struggling to form the word through deep inhales and exhales. "You did good."
"You too," Mickey replied.
Riku smiled, "All in a hard day's work."
End of Chapter Two