Notes: Do not own Kingdom Hearts, nor The Lion King. No clue where this was supposed to go, but it does show I don't write only Digimon. Which I also don't own.
Title: Never given one Writing: Late 2003 Rating: K+
Soft music that whispered sweet reassuring thoughts into a void, empty and lacking any feeling of hope. Falling through misty waters that hid answers and asked questions that posed no meaningful point. To be engulfed in a world of endless darkness; a world of no feeling or even thought. Merely a world to never know who you are, what you are, or even if you are. Dearly beloved who has always been there, have you been taken for granted? Has those who you have gifted with your presence found themselves preoccupied with less important things? Dearly beloved, do not feel discouraged. Keep your light in your mind, and grip it well with your heart. For if you, dearly beloved, forget whom and what your light is, then your own will extinguish into the pitch blackness, and you will be lost again. So dearly beloved, follow the music of your light and you can do no wrong. Stray away from the path, and you have already sealed your fate. And remember to tell him… he's the one who will open the door to the light Riku.
Shimmering sea green eyes cracked open slightly, and slowly closed again. The light from the endless artificial lamps burned his eyes every time he dared to awaken from a short slumber. Sighing, again they opened and remained, with the exception of the occasional blink. "Another glorious morning…" He sighed. Again that voice had found its way into his dreams, and again there was a sense of recognition, but how could he recognize a voice that spoke no words? A puzzling thought, and despite it's constant nagging to be understood, this sea green-eyed teenager had neither cared nor bothered to find it's answer. Brushing a few loose silver strands away from his pale face, lips twisted in a form to match his already annoyed expression. 'Now what do I do?' Getting a sitting position on the straw bed he looked left, then right. Left again, and right too. Up. Down. In a circle. Yet again, another bothersome sigh. Riku had no idea what the hell he should do right now, and so to keep himself mildly entertained his eyes darted too and fro for no reason at all.
For the past few months, all Riku had done was pretty much train and uh… well train. Oh, and also mindless play with the buttons on his pants. They made this funny little 'clickity' noise… and despite how stupid it seemed it did pass the time. 'This is slowly starting to become more and more ridiculous…' Shrugging and grabbing a blue pen and some blank sheets of paper, Riku scrawled down what he 'heard' in his dream. This is what he wrote.
"I think I'm crazy. I hear a voice that says no words, and it sounds familiar and yet it never spoke. There is nothing to see, and nothing to feel, so does it really count as a dream? And it says I have to tell some guy he's the one who will open the door to the light… okay, what door to what light? Not to mention it freaks me out when it says 'dearly beloved'… perhaps I listen to too much of Yoko Shimamura's work… just a little. It also says one or two really corny lines. That's it, I refuse to watch The Lion King ever again, no matter how good it is. Scratch that, I won't watch it for a week. How the hell did I get off topic?"
Growling in frustration Riku tossed the papers away and glared at the door. Why was he sitting on hi ass instead of training? Oh yah… visitors were coming. The silver-haired bishounen looked sourly around, and nearly considered nailing a sign on his door labeled: 'Under-Construction, come back in ten hours', but it would only get him grounded and prevent him from seeing the most precious thing to him. But now was not the time for this, as clothes were everywhere, even places that makes you wonder how they got there. "…how did my boxers get in the box for sheddings from the pencil sharpener?" A confused blink, and horrified look at the realization that wasn't the strangest of discoveries.