Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts.
Rating: K
Warnings: None yet
Spoilers: None
Type: Tri-Way Drabble
Red
Riku saw red as a very vibrant color. Like the crimson of Kairi's hair or the scarlet of Sora's clothes. It was a color with many volumes. It spoke of courage and of pain, of love and of death. It was a color that drew attention. After all, the eyes were drawn the quickest to any shade of red.
That's why he didn't like it. He despised the way some ugly jock's eyes would land on his Kairi, practically drooling at her feet with a ring in a velvet box. He hated the way some petty whore would ogle his Sora, mentally trying to seduce him to her bed with a few misplaced touches. Ok, so maybe it was his imagination, but still! The feeling of possessiveness and envy had him seeing green. That's why he always drew them closer, grinning triumphantly. It was his way of saying 'Back off!' They were his!
That was why he hated red. It made everyone look and made people want to pry. It was a meddlesome color. It-
"Riku, you should really stop wearing yellow. It draws too much attention."
…
Oh shut up Sora!
Red
Sora saw red as an amorous color. In the end, weren't all the basic symbols of love red? Roses. A box of chocolates. Hearts. And after Kairi started complaining about how unromantic her boyfriends were, he knew he had to pour on the red.
So, Day One: Plan A. Roses. "Ah, this was so sweet of you So-"
"You brat get over here! I'm going to give you quite a whacking!"
"Did you steal these from next door?!"
O.K., Day Two: Plan B. Chocolates. "Thank you! I love candy!" The sound of wrapping paper being torn could be heard. "…"
"What?"
"Sora if you're going to give me chocolates, don't eat them!"
Whoops! Day Three: Plan C! Hearts! "Ack, Sora, no! It's still dripping paint!"
He tripped, falling forward. A scream. He tried to stifle his laughter.
"Kairi, y-your dress."
"Sora?"
"Yes?"
"You have five seconds. Five."
"Kairi... I'm sorry!"
"Four."
"But Kairi I didn't mean-"
"Three."
"You know you look dazzling in that color…"
"That's it!"
"Aaaah!" He turned and ran. "It'll wash out!"
Yes, red without a doubt was a romantic color. It just didn't work on women. So, Sora began to eye his next target: Riku. So it was roses, chocolates and-
"Don't even think about it Sora!"
Damn.
Red
Kairi saw red as a furious color. The color of anger and rage. The color you saw sometimes when a person was really ticking you off and you were milliseconds away from punching their nose in. It's what you saw when the waitress 'accidentally' spills coke all over your new $200 dress or the one you see when your computer randomly shuts off at the exact moment you finished a 10-page essay, the same one you were seconds away from saving.
It was a color she was seeing a lot more often these days.
"Um, Kairi…"
"What Sora?"
"I um… Well you see…"
"What, So-Ra?"
"Uh, um well…" Nervous splutters.
"He ate your cake. You know the one you made for your cooking final?"
"What?!"
"Riku!" Finger pointing. "Why'd you tell?!"
"Well you did. Oh, by the way? You might want to run."
"Yes, Sora. Run. Run fast."
"But Kai- Ack!" Sounds of choking.
"Wow, Kairi. I didn't know you had it in you." Appreciative whistle.
"H-Help… me!"
…
"Kairi, he's turning blue."
"I don't care!"
Rating: T
Warning: One- this isn't as funny as the others and two- blood, lots of blood. Feel free to skip this one.
Spoilers: For the end of KH, but if you haven't played that by now shame on you!
Type: Drabble
This takes place Pre-KH2
Red
Kairi saw red as a moribund color. It was the color that gave life, but also the one that took it away. The color of blood.
She could never escape her nightmares. Ones that spoke of death. Donald's matted and bloody feathers, Goofy's darkened fur and torn clothes, Aerith's dress now stained red, Leon's burnt and bleeding skin, Yuffie's cut up body.
But the worst were Sora and Riku…
She sometimes saw Sora and Riku, fighting together, the last ones standing. She watched them swing at their enemies, sometimes in perfect sync with one another. But there were too many, there was always too many…
She could see the blood rivulet down Sora's legs and arms; she could see the crimson seep through Riku's clothes. Even then they refused to give in, continuing to fight the heartless and monsters with no names…
Until Sora raised his keyblade to block one strike, unheeding her, the invisible onlooker, screaming for him to watch out as a sword he hadn't seen struck through his stomach. Riku would turn with a cry of horror, the moment of weakness enough for a heartless' claws to gorge in his back. The two keybladers fell simultaneously to the ground, helpless as the creatures circled around before finally overtaking them.
And Kairi would scream and cry, closing her eyes tight, praying for it all to be over until a voice would beckon her to open her eyes and she would. She would see Hollow Bastion, the six other princesses of heart: clean, beautiful, perfect, and asleep in their cases. And she would follow them into their slumber.
Because nothing would touch her, because she was pure and she was safe.
And she'd wake up in the morning, near to tears and alone, because although she was home Sora and Riku were still out there missing, possibly dead, possibly still fighting. And although she wanted to with all her heart to go out on her own journey to find them, to fight with her own keyblade through masses of heartless, to finally reunite with her best friends, she knew she could not because a simple promise kept her bound to this world.
"I'll come back to you, I promise!"
It was ironic how her relentless nightmares did not stop until she forgot the very spiky-haired brunette who gave her that promise.
A/N: Now let me explain why Kairi has two. Originally, I had written the color of death for her and then the other two for Riku and Sora, but before I decided to post this up I decided I wanted Kairi to have a light-hearted comedic drabble too so I wrote the one about anger. But I also didn't want to get rid of the one I originally wrote so I put up both.
Anyways, enough of my insecurities. Reviews anyone?
