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moonsheenMy OT3's showing.
i. Earth
She sees him on his back in the waves the evening after Sora got himself grounded in a typical untypical Sora way—not for dueling with Tidus during that week’s town meeting, but for falling through the /roof/ while dueling with Tidus during that week’s town meeting-- suffering bandaged knees, a public scolding, and what amounts to the next few afternoons completely devoted to fixing the damage while Wakka watches, tries not to laugh, and occasionally lobs a blitzball at their rears. It means she makes the trip to the beach alone, where there is the light half dunked in the horizon, warm air, calm sea, and Riku.
The tide rises, and he almost looks like he’s drowning. She’s waist deep after him before she even realizes it, realizes how silly it is—he’s swam in these waters for years more than she has and he probably knows them better than anybody else. He lets the current turn him back towards the beach, floating her way, arms spread, eyes closed. She bends over him, and nudges him with her knee.
"You should be careful. You could drift out sea."
He looks up. The next wave pushes him past her into the sand. He smiles. There’s something lonely about it. Riku’s always longed for things no one else quite understands. She’s always wondered why no one else seems to notice.
"That a bad thing?"
She touches her lips, and sits down next to him.
"Let’s take a boat."
ii. Sky
He sees her again. He knew he would, there was never a doubt, so when he finds her over the cliffs of Hollow Bastion, almost looking like the princess everyone says she’s supposed to be he’s not surprised. She’s older; standing the same way, arms behind her, head slightly tipped, but the hair that blows around her face comes down between her shoulder blades when it rests and that’s what comes as a bit of a shock—he hadn’t thought that much time had passed.
"Hi, Sora."
Oblivion hangs at his hip. Her charm is almost in his hand again, except they don’t have long, and she slips something else into his palm. Something too light for his keyblade and too smooth for him /not/ to close his fingers over.
"You’ve changed too." She tells him, and for a scary second he thinks she’s going to touch his cheek. She doesn’t. She touches Oblivion. "But I think it’ll be all right." She /kisses/ his cheek instead, does it /again/ a little while later, when it’s time to go. He frowns and rubs his face, but doesn’t push her off when she hugs him.
"Kairi."
"One for you. One for…," she starts to explain. He doesn’t know why he blushes, or why shape of the little silver locket she’s given him is suddenly on his mind, or how she guesses that like she’s always done. "Don’t open it until you find him."
iii. Unknown
He’s always believed in keeping his promises, always does, one way or another--if it can be helped, and it can’t be helped this time. He falls back, and it’s knocked open, glittering, giving opponent just enough pause for the Keyblade to sweep his weapon away. Maybe it’s playing a little dirty, but he’s got a point to make. He shuts the locket in his fist, and his voice echoes off of the black walls in a shout:
"Together. Together. We were supposed to go /together/." He advances, the other /retreats/, hood pushed back, eyes large and then angry. He makes a swipe at the other’s collar. It passes through nothing but slick shadow, but he just takes another step forward anyway. "She’s waiting."
The dark thing’s voice is low and miserable, and speaks nothing but unhappy fact that flickers like the rest of him, only half there. "…it’s too late for that," he murmurs. "You still don’t--"
"I don’t care." He spreads his arms wide. The other can’t look at the chain around his neck. "What’s there to get, anyway? Why not?"
"Because I /can’t/."
"Why not?"
"Because…"
Their eyes meet on chance. That’s how he knows he’s won. "Well." he stretches his arms out as far as they go, and they’re longer now then they used to be. "I’m waiting."
He wonders if he could touch the horizon if he tried.
i. Earth
She sees him on his back in the waves the evening after Sora got himself grounded in a typical untypical Sora way—not for dueling with Tidus during that week’s town meeting, but for falling through the /roof/ while dueling with Tidus during that week’s town meeting-- suffering bandaged knees, a public scolding, and what amounts to the next few afternoons completely devoted to fixing the damage while Wakka watches, tries not to laugh, and occasionally lobs a blitzball at their rears. It means she makes the trip to the beach alone, where there is the light half dunked in the horizon, warm air, calm sea, and Riku.
The tide rises, and he almost looks like he’s drowning. She’s waist deep after him before she even realizes it, realizes how silly it is—he’s swam in these waters for years more than she has and he probably knows them better than anybody else. He lets the current turn him back towards the beach, floating her way, arms spread, eyes closed. She bends over him, and nudges him with her knee.
"You should be careful. You could drift out sea."
He looks up. The next wave pushes him past her into the sand. He smiles. There’s something lonely about it. Riku’s always longed for things no one else quite understands. She’s always wondered why no one else seems to notice.
"That a bad thing?"
She touches her lips, and sits down next to him.
"Let’s take a boat."
ii. Sky
He sees her again. He knew he would, there was never a doubt, so when he finds her over the cliffs of Hollow Bastion, almost looking like the princess everyone says she’s supposed to be he’s not surprised. She’s older; standing the same way, arms behind her, head slightly tipped, but the hair that blows around her face comes down between her shoulder blades when it rests and that’s what comes as a bit of a shock—he hadn’t thought that much time had passed.
"Hi, Sora."
Oblivion hangs at his hip. Her charm is almost in his hand again, except they don’t have long, and she slips something else into his palm. Something too light for his keyblade and too smooth for him /not/ to close his fingers over.
"You’ve changed too." She tells him, and for a scary second he thinks she’s going to touch his cheek. She doesn’t. She touches Oblivion. "But I think it’ll be all right." She /kisses/ his cheek instead, does it /again/ a little while later, when it’s time to go. He frowns and rubs his face, but doesn’t push her off when she hugs him.
"Kairi."
"One for you. One for…," she starts to explain. He doesn’t know why he blushes, or why shape of the little silver locket she’s given him is suddenly on his mind, or how she guesses that like she’s always done. "Don’t open it until you find him."
iii. Unknown
He’s always believed in keeping his promises, always does, one way or another--if it can be helped, and it can’t be helped this time. He falls back, and it’s knocked open, glittering, giving opponent just enough pause for the Keyblade to sweep his weapon away. Maybe it’s playing a little dirty, but he’s got a point to make. He shuts the locket in his fist, and his voice echoes off of the black walls in a shout:
"Together. Together. We were supposed to go /together/." He advances, the other /retreats/, hood pushed back, eyes large and then angry. He makes a swipe at the other’s collar. It passes through nothing but slick shadow, but he just takes another step forward anyway. "She’s waiting."
The dark thing’s voice is low and miserable, and speaks nothing but unhappy fact that flickers like the rest of him, only half there. "…it’s too late for that," he murmurs. "You still don’t--"
"I don’t care." He spreads his arms wide. The other can’t look at the chain around his neck. "What’s there to get, anyway? Why not?"
"Because I /can’t/."
"Why not?"
"Because…"
Their eyes meet on chance. That’s how he knows he’s won. "Well." he stretches his arms out as far as they go, and they’re longer now then they used to be. "I’m waiting."
He wonders if he could touch the horizon if he tried.
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Date: 2004-03-26 09:16 am (UTC)That was SO GOOD AND SAD!
Woo hoo for our revolution! That was amazing. ::Cries:: Somehow I keep forgetting your a CW major, and then I read your stuff and I'm like "Duh, why am I stupid?"
So cute and sad. OT3, baby!
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Date: 2004-03-28 10:17 pm (UTC)"Oblivion hangs at his hip." I like how you could read deeper into some of these lines, but they're not harped on, you could just pass over them and not notice.
Mm, good KH fic. Hope you write more.
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Date: 2010-11-06 11:57 pm (UTC)Just sayin'. Everything about your KH writings is amazing. Except for the fact that I've read them all, and now have no more of them to read.