Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts.

Rating: K

Warnings: Beware angsty Riku

Spoilers: Somewhat but not clearly written

Type: Drabble

Here we go! Riku's perspective! Though, he's not too thrilled with his piece. He says he feels wimpy. Someone should give him a cookie so he'll stop nagging my brain away.

Oh yes, thank you all my lovely reviewers! I love you much!

The word-fic was inspied by Liberation by Immediate Music and a Kingdom Hearts AMV to go with it. (The ones written before this weren't inspired by anything, the story had come to me first hehe.)


Liberation

Sometimes, the guilt got to him. No one knew what triggered his episodes, the misplaced shame that had him running from their home, only to be found in the familiar confines of the Secret Place.

Sora would make a game of it, going over their conversation. 'Maybe, it was because I said elephant. That sounds kind of like Maleficent doesn't it?'

Kairi would kick him in the shin, call him stupid and trail out the door, looking for their guilt-ridden lover.

Sora pouting and holding his injured limb, would hop out after her.

He was never alone long before Kairi and Sora would find him. He was curled up against the stone wall, head buried in his knees, hands tangled in his hair in a painful grip, childish drawings framing him, the only light a small hole in the ceiling. Of course, he was as far away from the light as he could possibly be. Kairi was the first to move, slinking next to him, her hands gently prying his fingers out of his hair before he could tear his silver locks out. Sora plopped down on his other side, slinging his arm across his shoulders, squeezing reassuringly.

The Keyblade Master was the first to speak. "Come on Riku, you really got to stop thinking about it. How many times do we have to say we forgive you until it gets through your dull head?"

The Seventh Princess of Heart gave the brunette a glare, and then she looked at Riku. "What happened, happened Riku. You have to make peace with yourself. Even though you gave in, you were strong enough to pull out of it, and that's what counts."

Riku glanced at her, green eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"Besides you dolt, it'll never happen again. And even if it did we'll always love you." Sora grumbled.

He tilted his head to look at Sora this time and finally spoke. "Why do you two put up with me?" He looked forward, glaring angrily at the pool of light. "I could have killed you both."

"But you didn't." Kairi pointed out, smiling cheerfully.

Sora grinned. "Besides, you couldn't kill a fly with a flamethrower."

Riku snorted in skepticism. Sora suddenly moved away, only to grab the edges of Riku's mouth and tilt the lips upwards in a phony smile. "Come on, be happy!"

The silver-haired teenager yanked away with a yelp of indignation. "Sora I'm going to-"

Kairi giggled, moving forward and brought the slightly fuming keyblader in a tight hug, effortlessly silencing him. "Stop glaring at the light Riku. It's your friend."

Riku frowned, looking at her. "But-"

She quickly cut him off. "Even if you fell again, we'll always be there to help you back up." Her light blue eyes looked up at him, with a fierce determination – a look he'd once seen when he had given her a keyblade to wield herself. A quick look at Sora told him the same story.

And it calmed him. Because, behind their eyes he also saw the love and adoration that backed up their claim like nothing else.

Finally, he smiled.


A/N: It was cuteish… right? Trust me, Riku isn't an Emo-type in all my perspectives of him. Actually he's more of a… ah, well you'll just have wait and see won't you?

Whee, I saw Harry Potter 5! The midnight showing too. It was awesome. And I got sixteen hours of sleep – best sleep I've had all week. Isn't my personal life grand?

Anyways review my friends! Don't worry, I've got 67 pages of arsenal left until I have to I write more!