Tasogare no Hime
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Summary: Riku finally returns home
Riku took a deep shaky breath as he stood at the door. two years, it had been two years since that day. Since he had abandoned everything for a chance to get away.
At this moment he was more terrified of what he would find on the other side of that door than he had ever been of anything he had faced since that day... finally pulling himself together Riku opened the door and stepped inside. The kitchen was the same as he remembered it. Including the steaming tea pot on the stove. He turned when he heard the shattering of glass, and his breath caught in his throat. At the door to the sitting room staring back at him pale and wide eyed was his mother, the shards of the ceramic tea cup she had been holding lay before her bare feet.
No one could say Riku was not his mothers child. Silver haired and fare skinned, the real only difference between them was eye color while Riku had inherited his late father's ocean colored eyes his mother's were a dark chocolate brown. They had never gotten along, especially after Riku's father had died in a boating accident when Riku was ten. After that his mother had been on a roller coaster of emotions, going from depression to rage in an instant. Riku remembered fighting with her constantly. They had in fact had a huge argument just before the heartless came and destroyed Destiny islands.
Now they stood nether able to move or speak, until she began to step forward heedless of the shards under her feet.
Riku rushed forward, moving her away from the broken cup. Now standing just inside the sitting room Riku found himself unable to let go afraid she would vanish again never to reappear. It was only now that he realized how much he had grown. The woman who two years ago had seemed to tower over him in her anger was now tiny, the top of her head barely reaching his chin. He felt two frail arms wrap around his waist, and heard a shuddering sob come from the face buried in the cloth of his vest. Riku had no idea how long they had stood there like that. Nether ever spoke.
The next morning, it seemed as if life for them began again. He cleaned up the cup forgotten the night before, she made breakfast. It seemed all at once as if nothing, yet everything had changed.
She never did ask him where he had been, and he never spoke of it.
They never did fight again.