Notes: Well, this is the unplanned semi second part to Silence. It is also a one shot. Rather dark, working off the last tones of Silence. There is character death, just to warn everyone. As is, thank you for your comments, and pointing out things that needed to be fixed. :)
This is from Kairi's pov.
Death
Suicide, a cruel word.
She knows what she saw. She had the misfortune to find them there.
And all she can remember is the smell of blood, the sight of it everywhere. The way it dripped from the walls. Possibly even the ceiling. Everywhere...
And in the midst of it, those two bodies, one lying seemingly untouched, except for the finger marks about his throat. Thick,black, its obvious what was the cause of his death, without a single sign of struggle. His hands were lying peacefully at his sides, his eyes half lidded, the glazed orbs holding the secret to everything. That secret, was now lost.
The true horror, lay with the second figure, half draped over the first, with his own keyblade buried through his heart.
Self inflicted, it was easy to tell, his hand was still wrapped tight about the handle, the weight of his body having driven it all the way through. Even before that, there were slashes across his chest, as if he could not find the right angle for which to strike to cut something vital.
She had screamed when she had come upon the scene. She had come to try and persuade them to leave their small apartment. It had been days since anyone had seen them.
They had gotten it after their parents had kicked them out, when Riku had been merely eighteen, and Sora seventeen. Neither family could deal with how their sons had changed, or the relationship.
Everything had seemed well though. Sora was still cheerful, smiling and saying it was alright. As long as they had each other, and still had friends to accept them, everything was fine. Riku had agreed, even as broody as he was.
Nothing had seemed wrong.
But now, she could see how wrong she had been about that. How wrong they all had been.
And now she wondered how they could have missed it.
This shouldn't have happened. Certainly not to heroes. And yet it had.
She knew it was Sora's finger prints on Riku's throat. She knew the shape of his fingers, knew how he gripped from watching so many sword fights, both real and playful.
Did Riku beg for it? Riku had never really gotten over what he had done. All for their sakes, she had accepted that a long time ago. Sora had seemed to as well.
But Riku was the type to never forgive himself.
It was possible. He could have begged it of Sora, to finally end it. Sora would have killed himself in grief, in guilt...
But no. Riku handled his own problems. Always had, and always alone. He wouldn't have asked Sora to do this. Not like this, not in any way. He would never have hurt Sora like that.
Then...
She didn't want to face the other possibility.
Sora had always been happy. Had always been alive, loving, smiling despite the darkness. Surely not...
And yet...
What had happened? Had they agreed to die together? Had it gotten so bad, that in the end, they had decided this as their escape?
Somehow, even that seemed wrong.
There were no tear marks, on either face. Riku's had been ever so calm, even in death, face revealing nothing in the end. Sora's...
Sora's had made her blood go cold.
Even slack, there was a trace of what could only have been madness. Just the slight curl of the lip, just the very faded remains of feeling in those dead eyes.
Had it been, not Riku, but Sora who had been affected the most?
Her mind moved on that notion, despite her unwillingness. Had Sora, in some wild fit of insanity, murdered his best friend, his lover, and then himself?
And Riku had just lain there, and let him. Or had he even had a chance to resist? His position gave nothing. He could have woken from some nap just as those fingers closed. Sora had been stronger then Riku since they had come back. It was possible...
But then, there was no telling. She had questions but no answers, and now the only two that knew, were dead.
And she wondered how blind they were to not have seen it coming.
She wondered at how blind she was.
She had no answer for that, and could only cry for the loss in the end.