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... yeahhh Riku's an angsty thing. Nightmare! and mood music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XnIUVHtLC08
Riku hadn't had nightmares in a long while.
When he appears in what he remembers as Konoha, he knows that it won't be a very pleasant night for him. He had black hair again, a civilian outfit on his person, even with his blindfold on his bicep. Night had fallen, and he was in front of Sora's house. Curiously, he opened the door, knowing that whatever came of this dream wouldn't affect him, like Xehanort's had.
Riku and Sora were conversing--Riku turned to stare at him, before scowling.
He froze. Was it like that night--?
No.
Sora looked somewhat confused that the other was there, and went towards the door, asking why he was there.
His Riku interrupted--he had obviously come to break up their peaceful night. Sora frowned and stepped outside.
Their conversation was awkward.
Not because of Riku, but because... things were different than what Riku remembered.
There were quiet whisperings of children, and something of both of them being ANBU and that Riku should go, he might get attacked--but why?
And when he asks, Sora squints at him.
"Because you hurt me and Riku when you found out we were... together again. Don't you remember?"
He freezes. He had never--he would never! He might not like that they had broken up, but he would be happy for Sora, and he would be happy for Riku. He wouldn't...
"Uh... I... did that?"
Sora looks hurt and confused, and Riku stumbles back in a shocked sort of silence.
Was it--could it be--?
He stares at the black blindfold on his arm.
"It wasn't him. It... it was you, Riku." He says softly, almost taking a step towards.
"But... I wanted you guys to be happy."
No.
You didn't, did you? Sora's face seems to reply. The night grows brighter, and for a moment, he thinks there's a dawn.
Everything turns pure white. With a slight gasp, he quickly turns and looks around. Sora is frozen solid, covered in what would be wet, white paint. It sloshes under his feet like rainwater.
"Sora--"
Listen to yourself. the tone was dark. Xehanort--?
But no. It's worse, because this time, he has no one to blame but himself. A replica, an exact him with amber eyes gets in between Riku and Sora. He stiffens.
"This isn't ... possible. Xehanort's gone."
The replica smirks. I'm not him. I'm worse--because I'm you. You are your own worst enemy. His wrists are grabbed, and like an evil ghost, he pushes himself into his chest cavity.
The paint dries, and Riku's stuck where he stands.
Cracking. It's the first thing he hears and he looks to this sides--the scenery is cracking.
Black is revealed, and everything starts tumbling. Right until it's only Sora and Riku.
This is what you wanted, isn't it? Sora, all to yourself?
Riku swears he feels his heart thumping so fast in his chest it disappears. Or maybe he's wishing a Heartless could come and tear the pain away.
He wakes with a loud yell, eyes wide. Knuckles white with sheets gripped tightly, he looks around wildly.
It's not Konoha.
It's the ship.
He's okay.
... and he sighs, slumping back against his bed.
"It's what I deserve," he mutters under his breath, as he looks at his calloused hands. He repeats it like a mantra before he shifts onto his side.
"It's my price."
Riku hadn't had nightmares in a long while.
When he appears in what he remembers as Konoha, he knows that it won't be a very pleasant night for him. He had black hair again, a civilian outfit on his person, even with his blindfold on his bicep. Night had fallen, and he was in front of Sora's house. Curiously, he opened the door, knowing that whatever came of this dream wouldn't affect him, like Xehanort's had.
Riku and Sora were conversing--Riku turned to stare at him, before scowling.
He froze. Was it like that night--?
No.
Sora looked somewhat confused that the other was there, and went towards the door, asking why he was there.
His Riku interrupted--he had obviously come to break up their peaceful night. Sora frowned and stepped outside.
Their conversation was awkward.
Not because of Riku, but because... things were different than what Riku remembered.
There were quiet whisperings of children, and something of both of them being ANBU and that Riku should go, he might get attacked--but why?
And when he asks, Sora squints at him.
"Because you hurt me and Riku when you found out we were... together again. Don't you remember?"
He freezes. He had never--he would never! He might not like that they had broken up, but he would be happy for Sora, and he would be happy for Riku. He wouldn't...
"Uh... I... did that?"
Sora looks hurt and confused, and Riku stumbles back in a shocked sort of silence.
Was it--could it be--?
He stares at the black blindfold on his arm.
"It wasn't him. It... it was you, Riku." He says softly, almost taking a step towards.
"But... I wanted you guys to be happy."
No.
You didn't, did you? Sora's face seems to reply. The night grows brighter, and for a moment, he thinks there's a dawn.
Everything turns pure white. With a slight gasp, he quickly turns and looks around. Sora is frozen solid, covered in what would be wet, white paint. It sloshes under his feet like rainwater.
"Sora--"
Listen to yourself. the tone was dark. Xehanort--?
But no. It's worse, because this time, he has no one to blame but himself. A replica, an exact him with amber eyes gets in between Riku and Sora. He stiffens.
"This isn't ... possible. Xehanort's gone."
The replica smirks. I'm not him. I'm worse--because I'm you. You are your own worst enemy. His wrists are grabbed, and like an evil ghost, he pushes himself into his chest cavity.
The paint dries, and Riku's stuck where he stands.
Cracking. It's the first thing he hears and he looks to this sides--the scenery is cracking.
Black is revealed, and everything starts tumbling. Right until it's only Sora and Riku.
This is what you wanted, isn't it? Sora, all to yourself?
Riku swears he feels his heart thumping so fast in his chest it disappears. Or maybe he's wishing a Heartless could come and tear the pain away.
He wakes with a loud yell, eyes wide. Knuckles white with sheets gripped tightly, he looks around wildly.
It's not Konoha.
It's the ship.
He's okay.
... and he sighs, slumping back against his bed.
"It's what I deserve," he mutters under his breath, as he looks at his calloused hands. He repeats it like a mantra before he shifts onto his side.
"It's my price."