Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kingdom Hearts, or the wonderful characters, nor will I ever. BUT I do own Riku's mother. Izumi. –nods-
I do, realize that this chapter is also short. But this is the best I can do. I have MCAS this week. Masachusetts Comprehension Assessment System. It's evil, and this tests are horrible. BUUUUT I get to miss the Thursday one, because tomarrow (Wednesday) I get to go to a GC (Good Charlotte) Concert…but that's not the point here. The point is. There will probably be a lot of chapter considering the shortness.
A small cinnamon haired boy, thrashed around in his bed. He couldn't wake up. Even if he tried. He'd have to ride through the nightmare and hope for the best. Even if the best never came, the small silver haired child in his dreams never gave up hope.
"Riku! Out of your room this instant! I need you at the Diner today!" There was rapid knocking on Riku's door this morning, and it didn't make Riku feel any better.
"Armahharn." Riku mumbled, opening the door.
Izumi's hand froze in mid-air, ready to knock again," Riku. You look…dead."
And so it was true. Riku had not slept in what felt like years to him. And in truth it was, what? A week. He had bags under his eyes, his hair was a mess, his eye-lids were half shut, he clothes were baggy and wrinkled, and he leaned against the frame of the door, just…zoning out.
"Eh…sleep…Sor….ah….ball…mh…room" All this tumbled out of Riku's mouth, at once, with slow, deep, breaths.
"Riku? How about I let you sleep." This was not a question that Riku's mother was asking, she was demanding. She hated seeing her son in such horrible shape. What had made him this way?" I'll see if Kairi can work today."
"Mer." With that, Riku nodded and shut the door gently, turning around, and flopping onto his bed.
"Riku! Help me! Why are they taking me?" a small boy, around the age of six, was being dragged of by a few grown men, his large blue eyes, full of fear.
"Sora! Don't leave me! Please!" A young Riku, tried grasping the boy, trying to stay with him. But the men just knocked him on the floor. Riku struggled, and kept getting up. But more men kept him down.
"Riku!"
"Sora…" Riku whispered
Riku woke up in a sweat. When had he fallen asleep? Why did he have this dream, over and over again? Each and every time he slept.
Riku sat up, in a cross-legged position and held his head in his hands, with his elbows cropped on his knees.
"Why did he leave?"
