A Kingdom Hearts AU fic by: NaruNaru.O.k.
Summary: AU fic (alternate universe). One melancholy life. Riku was adopted into Sora's family after his mom died. All seemed well until the day Sora had a seizure…why is life so unfair?
Part One: Fine and TornI was only twelve when my mother died.
Although she was very beautiful, she was also a very fragile, and sickness soon claimed her.
Then, in one instant, I was left alone.
I didn't know if I had any other family because no one came to take me. The only one who stayed with me during the ordeal was Sora. He was a friend I met only but a year ago.
But before Child Care came to take me, Sora's mother kept me with her. I can't really remember, but there was something in her eyes that made me want to cling on to her and never let go. Sadness? Regret? Or maybe even remembrance…I didn't know. But this woman was willing to take me in her arms and nurture me as much as my own mother did.
And I cried. This woman, now my adoptive mother, and her son were willing to make me a part of their family without hesitation.
When Sora was fifteen and I was sixteen, we were both going to the same high school. While in last period together, he complained about head pains. I brushed if off telling him he was just strained from the long day.
But just as we were on our way home, Sora suddenly grabbed my arm sleeve, which alarmed me. When I turned around, he began to clutch his head in pain. I kept asking him what was wrong, but I didn't think he could hear me. He began to scream and I desperately was trying to comfort him in any way I can. My question was answered just as Sora passed out in my arms and began to have a seizure.
At the hospital, mother told me that Sora had become epileptic. (They did everything possible, EEGs, CTs, MRIs and blood tests.) Not only that, the epilepsy was beginning to slowly eat away at Sora, mentally and physically.
No one knew how to stop it, and he was released with bottles of medication in an attempt to at least minimize the chances of seizures.
But the seizures didn't stop, and Sora was getting worse.
A year and 6 seizures later, Sora was starting to forget little things and began to have a hard time speaking, and he also became thinner.
We were sitting in his room one day while I began to give him his medication (which consisted of about 5 different pills) and some water to drain them down with. After taking them, he held the glass and sort of sat there, as if pondering.
"R...Riku, I'm s-sorry."
When I asked him what he was apologizing for, he replied saying that he had become a burden and made me and mother worry constantly.
"Listen Sora," I said as I sad down next to him, "I would do anything to help you. After all, you and mom helped me first."
"But--"
"Look, you're my brother. I don't care if we're not blood related; I love you as much as any other brother does. So don't worry about these things. Just be yourself, ok?"
As I headed out the door, Sora called out to me. And when I looked back, he smiled and gave me a thanks. I returned the smile as I closed the door.
a/n: Short with little description…that's how I planned to write this so sorry for lack of detail. It had a nice flow to it. So sorry if it doesn't please some readers. And if you notice crappy document spacing or lack of BOLD, it's not my fault. Blame document manager : P
thanks lots to Gabe for looking this over for me
Reviews would be greatly appreciated