The Drabble Diaries
by Tomoyo-chan
Disclaimer: I do not own KH.
Warnings: mild cursing?
Marco Polo - August 2, 2012
You know that game Marco Polo? Sometimes I feel that's what my life was like. Half blind, chasing after someone who was running away and yet still calling out to you. Chasing after Riku was so annoying. Most of the time I wished he would give up, and then we could go home and be with Kairi and our families and everyone else.
Kairi says I lack patience. What does patience have to do with Riku being a dickhead? Kairi agrees with me about Riku but says it's still my fault. I will never understand what's going though her head.
Once we were back, I expected things to be easier. No more running at least right? But now it's like the game is in reverse and I'm the one hiding. Now instead of running there is hiding. Secrets. So many secrets. Where I was. What I was doing. Who I met. Riku and Kairi are the only ones I feel completely comfortable with anymore. Not even my own family feels like that anymore.
Maybe that's why I find myself wandering the islands at night. I need to stop hiding who I am and what I can do. Jumping and gliding and dodge-rolling across the beach and from the top of trees and back. Once in a while I'll see Riku. I don't think he's doing the same thing as me. I think he's patrolling. Like he's searching for a darkness that isn't there.
When I told Kairi, she told me I should be doing that too if I was going to be wandering instead of sleeping like a normal person.
I was annoyed at first, until I figured out the rest of her sentence. I wasn't normal was I? Not anymore, since I started to wield the Keyblade, since Roxas, since the islands fell into darkness and I didn't.
Sometimes I wonder if Riku had the right idea, to hide out among the worlds.