Child No Longer
Alright people, we finally get to see some magic, and don't get upset if it's not the same as the magic in KH, KHII okay? The names are the same but other aspects are subject to change.
Disclaimer: If I owned Kingdom Hearts, Riku and Sora would never have gone back to the Islands.
Chapter Three: A Story's Beginning
Life is nothing more than a continual cycle of endings and beginnings. What would for one person be a beginning, is for yet another an ending. When our lives are pushed onto unfamiliar paths, we are forced to make the best of it that we can. Such actions weigh heavily on a soul and sometimes the only choice we are left with at the end is to begin anew. We do this in the hopes that upon our reawakening, our soul will have become cleansed once more and that we will be ready to travel a new and different path.
The brilliance of the light surrounding him and the tinkling sounds of broken glass were the first things that he noticed. Next came the fact that he could feel things again. Groaning at the spasms of pain his body was having in reaction to being slammed into the hard ground, he froze as he realized someone else was there with him. Cautiously lifting his eyes, he met another pair of wary eyes.
Hissing as his muscles began a full-scale protest against standing up, he slowly made his way to where Riku was trying to stand. Extending one slim hand, he braced his legs even as he helped Riku up from his place on the stone floor. Blinking rapidly as a sense of dizziness swept over him, he quickly hid it by pretending to be absorbed in looking over the empty stone room they were in.
As the dizziness passed, his awareness of the change in their surroundings began to burrow its way into his consciousness. Sweeping his eyes around the rather plain looking stone room, he looked around for a sign of something familiar, or anything that would tell him where they were. Ignoring the black spots that were gathering at the corners of his vision, he inhaled sharply as the sounds of someone unlocking the door to their room was heard.
His eyes darting side to side, he muttered a curse under his breath as he came to the realization that there was nowhere for them to hide. Motioning frantically to Riku, he sighed in relief as the other boy nodded, his silver hair falling into his eyes as he banished the keyblade he'd held in a firm grasp.
Taking a deep breath, he held it as the door gave a soft click before slowly swinging open. Feeling something brush up against his cold fingers, he smiled thankfully as the older teen moved to stand next to him. Feeling the heat rise in his face, he began to pray that whoever was coming into the room wasn't looking for a fight, because he didn't think he'd last long.
His brows furrowed together in a puzzled frown as he watched the open door waiting for someone to step through the wooden doorway. Biting lightly on his lower lip, he nearly screamed, 'Thank you God," when the person outside the room finally figured out the mechanics of walking through an open door.
"Hey! What are you two doing in here?"
Taking a step back at the venomous tone, Sora's breath caught in his throat, as it became apparent that the other man wasn't going to wait for an answer. As his sapphire orbs widened in recognition of what the other guy was doing, his body began to move of its own accord. Roughly shoving Riku aside he quickly gathered the remnants of his magic together, even as the keyblade came into his hands.
"Fira!"
Flinching as he heard the cry he concentrated on the shimmering elemental barrier that he'd learned from Roxas during one of their many nighttime meetings. Holding onto the keyblade with both hands he held it away from his body even as the magic's words came to his lips. "Blizzara!" Staggering weakly as his magic left him to form a wintry barrier, he tried valiantly to fight the dark spots that were now enjoying a swim in his vision.
Feeling as though he were watching something from a television with a bad signal, Sora watched as the man who had attacked them turned white as the glint of the keyblades caught his eyes. Looking on indifferently he felt his knees start to buckle underneath him as he began to make his descent to the floor. Vaguely the thought came to him that he still needed to dispel the barrier he'd created before he used any more magic. Mumbling for the barrier to fall, he felt the magic release as the floor greeted him and his vision began to blur.
Somewhere close to him he could hear someone shouting he wanted to look up to see what was happening but his body refused to cooperate. As the black spots that had been dancing in his sight earlier began to join together he caught sight of a pair of distressed sea-green eyes. With one last sigh he gave into the encroaching darkness that was beckoning him to sleep so enticingly.
What is this?
Please tell me this isn't real.
It can't be real.
There…There's no way this could be reality.
With a pained gasp, he woke and looked down to see the thick red liquid slowly seeping it's way out of his body and onto the stained ground below. Feeling the cold, smooth handle of his keyblade in his hands, he shifted it so that he could stab the tip of the blade into the frozen ground below him. With a great deal of strain that taxed the last vestiges of his strength, he pulled himself up in order to look over the landscape before him.
What should have been a perfect view of a snowy landscape, was now forever sullied by the blemish of darkness that dotted it's once unsoiled surface. Sweeping the area with his blue eyes, he felt the bile rise into his throat as he took notice of his friends lying near where he'd awoken.
Tears welled in his eyes, as he choked back a harsh sob. Grief, anger, and utter despair all vied for dominance in his chest, even as he felt the first stirrings of disbelief within. Shaking his head, he stumbled back using only his keyblade to keep his balance as his eyes remained fixed on the scene of horror before him.
Keybearer.
His eyes widened as the unearthly voice resonated in his head like a gong to his already strained nerves.
This future remains as but a possibility.
Should you lose your way, this shall come to pass.
Crystalline tears slipped down his dirty face, as his mind unfroze and slowly began to make its way towards coherence. "Why? Why show me this?" He whispered raggedly as the harsh wind whistled around the frozen plain.
All Light is not pure, just as not all that is pure is Light.
Everything contained within the worlds must have a balance.
Tangled threads are woven into the paths of Destiny.
Clarity is not something easily received.
Be strong.
Trust in your heart.
Otherwise…
All that is here shall come to be truth.
Sitting upright with the choked remains of his scream still lodged in his throat he felt the surge of bile making its path from his stomach. Swiftly moving to the edge of the bed he was lying in he scrambled to move his head over a trashcan that was set near him; he reacquainted himself with his last meal. The bed creaked as someone added their own weight to it and he felt a familiar hand rubbing his back in a soothing gesture even as the other smoothed his tangled hair away from his sweaty forehead.
Gratefully accepting the cloth that was handed to him, he wiped away the evidence of his loss of control concerning his stomach. "Are you okay now?" A soothing voice murmured near his ear. Allowing himself to be moved back into a comfortable spot in the massive bed, he cringed as the other boy exploded in a furry of yelled questions the moment he was settled again.
"What the hell happened? One minute you looked like you were fine, then the next you're out cold on the floor with a fever! And then as it that's not enough you stay like that for THREE FREAKING DAYS!"
"Um…Riku?"
"If you weren't feeling good then you should have said something! I never would have let you play around with magic if I had known. But no, you decide that you can handle it, as usual I might add, and because of that I've been sitting here waiting for you to wake up." Turquoise eyes darkened as their owner continued to rant ignoring the gleam that was sparking itself into a full-blown fire in another pair of eyes.
"RIKU!" Eyes glittering brightly in annoyance, they softened at the traces of hurt and lingering worry that adorned Riku's face. "I wasn't expecting to come flying out of the keyblades like we did, and I kinda didn't think that I would use so much energy to begin with." Fixing his eyes on the blanket covering him he plucked half heartedly at the deep burgundy fabric. "I thought that it was gonna go away on it's own, so I didn't think anything of it."
Pausing suddenly as his thoughts seemed to hit a brick wall; he hesitantly raised his eyes to look around the elegant room that he was lying in. A dresser made of a rich mahogany wood sat in the far corner of the room, while burgundy drapes matching the shade of his comforter covered the expansive windows. Glancing down towards the floor he took in the lush carpet that was so dark it seemed to be nearly black. Swallowing the lump in his throat he managed to force his mouth to croak out, "Where are we?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Riku followed Sora's line of sight before responding quietly.
"They said its called Meho."
TBC…Chapter Four:
The Truth of the Light and Dark
HA! I've finally arranged this chapter the way that I wanted it to be. The dream will be explained later…not too much later…next chapter I think. Thank you everyone for your wonderful reviews!
— Moonlight's Childe