Is this what it had really come to? Cowering, hiding inside yourself so far and so deep that you simply stopped existing?
Snuffing your light on your own, simply because you couldn't stand reality?
Resisting existence because of a single man, a single moment, a single life?
Riku stood up straight. He wouldn't let a beast control his life. He was better than that.
For the damage that that moment had done to him, he would fix it. He didn't need to rely on anyone.
He was stronger than that.
...
"Sora, I'd like to see you. We need to talk about your grades." Cid announced, and Sora looked at Riku, unsure of what to do. Riku took his chance and slipped out of Geometry and headed quickly to gym.
He needed to face Ansem on his own.
Only he could fix what had been broken and taken away.
...
Riku stared at the menacing white doors, beckoning him. Calling to him.
He could do this.
Riku placed a hand on the door and pushed, opening it. Was he ready to open the door? Should Sora have done it instead?
Should he have left the door closed, leaving the darkness locked inside?
But it was too late. Riku had let the door squeak open, and all that was left was for the darkness to encompass him as he wandered into the dimly lit room.
...
Whispers and chuckles dug into Riku's brain as they echoed inside the empty room.
His shadow stretched beside him as he headed into Ansem's office. Riku struggled with himself as his memories enveloped him. His breath turned into short pants as he remembered what had taken ever ounce of his being to try and forget... but he couldn't.
It was what he thought of as he lay stiffly in bed. It was what he dreamt about as he tossed and turned and little beads of sweat clung to his skin. It was the memory that clouded his thoughts every single day. Until Sora had come into his life.
Sora.
Riku tried to remember him. Sora smiling. Sora staring off listlessly as his fingers ran across the paper in a deep and beautiful trance. Sora trying to stop Kairi from spilling childhood secrets.
Sora lifting up his shirt, exposing muscles and puckered skin. Sora looking away, shy. Riku had wanted to hold him so badly, to take away the pain. To make it all better.
Riku clenched his fist.
He could do this.
His breathing evened once again. His shadow receded into him as he stepped into the light of Ansem's office.
And when he saw an orange, gleaming eye staring at him, he did what had haunted his nightmares. The action that he hadn't taken before that caused this all to happen.
Riku took a step forward, lifted his arm, and swung his fist.
...
It never connected.
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Fate. Destiny.
Do you believe in it? What made you read this?
What is the origin of our actions? When you trace back in time, does it ever end?
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