Kingdom Hearts Fic: Reverse Heaven - Midgar
Title: Reverse Heaven - Midgar
Author: Ani (ani_coolgirl)
Beta: thunderstorm_96
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairings/Characters: mild Sora+Riku, mentions of Sephiroth+Cloud
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mild shounen-ai, bizarre and somewhat disturbing imagery, drug use, conjunction abuse
Word Count: 966
Summary: Because some worlds aren't as beautiful as others.
Author's Notes: I love this strangeness. It is awesome.
Because some worlds aren’t as beautiful as others.
There are some that are dim and sinister and hateful without the face of darkness marring it’s surface, without the Heartless’s glowing eyes. Because these aren’t the ones with smiling friends or the obvious line between good and bad. These are the worlds where everything is bad, because there’s only bad and worse and a touch of evil and sin wherever you go. These are the worlds where the darkness is addicting but in the back of your mind you always know that you can walk out of the shade and back into the light where you should belong.
But you don’t.
This world’s quieter than others. Some are filled with noisy streets and screaming pedestrians. But no, this one’s quiet and the smell of death is lingering over it instead. This is the world that he visits after the long nights, the nights where he can’t sleep and Sora can’t tell him to stay and pray with him instead. Smog chokes the atmosphere, and the name of the world is lingering in the back of his mind, but he can’t quite grasp it. He walks on.
There are few left. They linger here and there in the dark corners of the desolate streets and they mutter things, or shout things, or sob things, but it doesn’t really matter because none of what they say makes sense anyway. They’re shadows - no, they’re the remainder’s of shadows, because shadows have flesh and form and purpose, unlike the unlucky few who remain denizens of this ruined world.
Midgar.
That’s its name, and he remembers his first visit, when a man with blond hair and blue eyes looked up into face and whispered: “You don’t belong here.” But the man, he thought, doesn’t belong here either. The man was shaking and shivering and covered with blood, but everything was intact on the outside. But the man was empty, though he used to be full. His pupils were dilated to pinpoints he just stared and stared and stared. “You remind me of him,” the man had said and then held up a single needle full of shit he didn’t even wanna guess at. So he dumbly took it and just stared and stared and stared, like the man did to him.
“You remind me of someone too,” he had said. The man had gave a little wry grin and then hunched over, and he had finally noticed the demonic wing sprouting from his left shoulder.
The needle and that weird shit brought him to his reversed heaven that he’d been trying to reach all along.
The man’s name was Cloud. Cloud told him all about Midgar, except why it looked like hell turned over. “He’s dead now, Riku,” Cloud would say when he got too curious and asked. “So it doesn’t matter anymore.”
But it did matter to Cloud. Nevertheless, he gave up trying to ask.
Midgar became his hellhole away from home. It was dark and ugly and didn’t question why or how or who. It was where he came to get a little piece of that reversed heaven, something he couldn’t get where the sun always shined and the ocean spray always smelled fresh. The smell of rotting and despair always filled his lungs here, and that was perfectly fine. It drowned out betrayal and fear and Sora’s questioning eyes. Because in reversed heaven everything looked red and blue, and Cloud was a pure soul again, and he was too. This kingdom of relief came in a little needle, and it was wonderful, while it lasted.
So he came to crave it.
Cloud warned him, but he didn’t care and just took it wherever it was provided and he was soon screaming in the streets with the other half-shadows about nothing and everything and light and Kingdom Hearts and the end of oblivion.
But then there was Sora.
Sora cared too damn much. Sora wanted to stare into his eyes and kiss his lips and tell him everything was okay now and the dark can’t hurt you anymore. But the dark did hurt him, in his dreams and sometimes when he was awake, because it mocked him and said: “You’re ours, Riku, no matter what you think or how many people forgive. You’re ours.”
But Sora would just hold him and entice him slowly into his bed and wrap his arm around him all through the night until the sun came back up in the morning. But then came the day when Sora’s heaven wasn’t as good as reversed heaven. So in the middle of night when he tried to leave and Sora begged for him to stay and send up prayers, he turned him down. Flat and cold. And then he ran to Midgar.
Cloud was angry when he came that day and told him what happened. Cloud screamed at him because Cloud was jealous and Cloud knew that he was fucking up the best thing he’d ever had because Cloud had fucked it up too. And then Cloud refused to give him a hit. Flat and cold. He begged for a hit. Begged. But the man just stared at him with those dilated pinpoints and told him to get the fuck outta here Seph, because I’m not your goddamn whore. So he ran, ran back to Sora who was just crying and crying and crying and praying to god to bring his Riku back safe and sound and sane.
And Riku made it back, because some worlds aren’t as beautiful as others, and that’s good, because if they were, then you’d never be able to see how a good life can become a bad one and that a reversed heaven is never as good as the real thing.
Author: Ani (ani_coolgirl)
Beta: thunderstorm_96
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairings/Characters: mild Sora+Riku, mentions of Sephiroth+Cloud
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mild shounen-ai, bizarre and somewhat disturbing imagery, drug use, conjunction abuse
Word Count: 966
Summary: Because some worlds aren't as beautiful as others.
Author's Notes: I love this strangeness. It is awesome.
Because some worlds aren’t as beautiful as others.
There are some that are dim and sinister and hateful without the face of darkness marring it’s surface, without the Heartless’s glowing eyes. Because these aren’t the ones with smiling friends or the obvious line between good and bad. These are the worlds where everything is bad, because there’s only bad and worse and a touch of evil and sin wherever you go. These are the worlds where the darkness is addicting but in the back of your mind you always know that you can walk out of the shade and back into the light where you should belong.
But you don’t.
This world’s quieter than others. Some are filled with noisy streets and screaming pedestrians. But no, this one’s quiet and the smell of death is lingering over it instead. This is the world that he visits after the long nights, the nights where he can’t sleep and Sora can’t tell him to stay and pray with him instead. Smog chokes the atmosphere, and the name of the world is lingering in the back of his mind, but he can’t quite grasp it. He walks on.
There are few left. They linger here and there in the dark corners of the desolate streets and they mutter things, or shout things, or sob things, but it doesn’t really matter because none of what they say makes sense anyway. They’re shadows - no, they’re the remainder’s of shadows, because shadows have flesh and form and purpose, unlike the unlucky few who remain denizens of this ruined world.
Midgar.
That’s its name, and he remembers his first visit, when a man with blond hair and blue eyes looked up into face and whispered: “You don’t belong here.” But the man, he thought, doesn’t belong here either. The man was shaking and shivering and covered with blood, but everything was intact on the outside. But the man was empty, though he used to be full. His pupils were dilated to pinpoints he just stared and stared and stared. “You remind me of him,” the man had said and then held up a single needle full of shit he didn’t even wanna guess at. So he dumbly took it and just stared and stared and stared, like the man did to him.
“You remind me of someone too,” he had said. The man had gave a little wry grin and then hunched over, and he had finally noticed the demonic wing sprouting from his left shoulder.
The needle and that weird shit brought him to his reversed heaven that he’d been trying to reach all along.
The man’s name was Cloud. Cloud told him all about Midgar, except why it looked like hell turned over. “He’s dead now, Riku,” Cloud would say when he got too curious and asked. “So it doesn’t matter anymore.”
But it did matter to Cloud. Nevertheless, he gave up trying to ask.
Midgar became his hellhole away from home. It was dark and ugly and didn’t question why or how or who. It was where he came to get a little piece of that reversed heaven, something he couldn’t get where the sun always shined and the ocean spray always smelled fresh. The smell of rotting and despair always filled his lungs here, and that was perfectly fine. It drowned out betrayal and fear and Sora’s questioning eyes. Because in reversed heaven everything looked red and blue, and Cloud was a pure soul again, and he was too. This kingdom of relief came in a little needle, and it was wonderful, while it lasted.
So he came to crave it.
Cloud warned him, but he didn’t care and just took it wherever it was provided and he was soon screaming in the streets with the other half-shadows about nothing and everything and light and Kingdom Hearts and the end of oblivion.
But then there was Sora.
Sora cared too damn much. Sora wanted to stare into his eyes and kiss his lips and tell him everything was okay now and the dark can’t hurt you anymore. But the dark did hurt him, in his dreams and sometimes when he was awake, because it mocked him and said: “You’re ours, Riku, no matter what you think or how many people forgive. You’re ours.”
But Sora would just hold him and entice him slowly into his bed and wrap his arm around him all through the night until the sun came back up in the morning. But then came the day when Sora’s heaven wasn’t as good as reversed heaven. So in the middle of night when he tried to leave and Sora begged for him to stay and send up prayers, he turned him down. Flat and cold. And then he ran to Midgar.
Cloud was angry when he came that day and told him what happened. Cloud screamed at him because Cloud was jealous and Cloud knew that he was fucking up the best thing he’d ever had because Cloud had fucked it up too. And then Cloud refused to give him a hit. Flat and cold. He begged for a hit. Begged. But the man just stared at him with those dilated pinpoints and told him to get the fuck outta here Seph, because I’m not your goddamn whore. So he ran, ran back to Sora who was just crying and crying and crying and praying to god to bring his Riku back safe and sound and sane.
And Riku made it back, because some worlds aren’t as beautiful as others, and that’s good, because if they were, then you’d never be able to see how a good life can become a bad one and that a reversed heaven is never as good as the real thing.