spank that new years baby

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Ah, guess I'm a day late for the BIG UNMASKING? Oh well. HARK! TIS I who wrote yuletide story Gerda and the Snow Queen for ave_eva. Which is rough in places that still make me wince, but overall I'm pretty happy with how it turned out and glad that my recipient enjoyed. ♥

Meanwhile, because my f-list is doing it and I wanna be one of the cool kids: New Years Request Meme. Standard flavor this time. You know how this goes: name a fandom/pairing/characters and I write you a story of dubious drabble status to the best of my ability provided said request does not destroy my brain.

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KH2: Riku Replica/Namine ♥

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The end of all things turned out to look suspiciously like the inside of a broom closet. Or. Well. At least how broom closets look when you’re floating in a pool of an identifiable liquid that is probably mostly just some form of jelly that just looks cool in a tube and lit from the bottom. He sighs as much as this body of his is capable, closes his eyes, tips his head back, and makes the best of this kind of rest as he can. Someone finds him, of course. Eventually a hand rests against the glass, and it’s gone, and now he’s just sitting in a puddle of goo.

She’s there, though. He can see her legs, through the orange gunk dripping out of his hair. “Riku...”

“That’s not my name,” he growls, pulling himself out of his splayed slump and into a crouch, because he wants to look as little like a friggin’ toy as possible. He looks up, and the new body is about as artificial as the old one, but he can feel the clockwork he now remembers is there shaking as he looks up at her. He doesn’t know if he wants to hug her or strangle her. “Naminé…” he breathes, coughing on all the junk he’s been inhaling for who the heck knows how long.

“Oh,” she says, as though he’s just reminded her. She looks at him sadly, reaching to brush some of the congealing fluids off of his face. He jerks his head away before she can touch him and she pulls her fingers back quickly. “…are you working…?” she asks, carefully, instead.

He flexes an arm in front of himself. “Seem to be,” he says, curling his fingers into a fist, uncurling them, rolling his shoulders. “Don’t it figure,” he laughs, raggedly. “Vexen made a backup. If I look behind me, there’re probably a dozen of me, aren’t there.”

“Don’t,” she says.

He looks over his shoulder.

He looks back, and she’s covering her mouth. “…or not,” he laughs again, starts to shake again. He can feel his clockwork heart rattling in his ear. A pulse almost good enough to be a real one, except there’s too much of a clink and a jingle in accompaniment. “Guess I know where to go if I need a spare arm huh.”

“I’m sorry.”

He closes his eyes. “Yeah, there we go…”

“I wanted to leave. I’d never built this place to be a prison. I was tired. I wanted to believe anything he told me, if it meant I could leave.”

“Yeah, yeah I know. Look…stop it…”

“I just didn’t think--”

“Shut the f--” his voice locks up over what he’d meant to say and he realizes with some anger that Vexen’s programmed it out of him, and what the heck is it with this universe and all its kid safety? He gags around the omission. “—up Naminé. Shut up.” He finishes it on sort of a wheeze, which takes some of the force out of it, but she’s still staring at him with a hurt look and he feels bad about it. “Don’t cry, Naminé. And don’t ask me if I hate you, all right? ‘Cause it’s…” He feels tired: which is strange, since he’s fairly sure he came batteries included. “Not really a good time to ask me that and I…”

She hasn’t listened to him. He can hear her. Shutting his eyes and shaking his head somewhere between frustrated with himself and just plain annoyed. He reaches out and takes her hand. He does it hard. She winces a little. For a second he’d forgotten he knew she was a nobody again. “Look. I wasn’t made to let you cry.” He’s choking again.. He’d thought he’d cleared his airways, but his throat’s thick, and his eyes sort of hurt, and he knows why. He knows. He knows. He licks lips, suddenly gone dry. It tastes like apricots and yeah, he thinks, that’s about par for the course with Vexen.

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