KH AU: Bitter Tears
Title: Bitter Tears
Author: Anakha
Genre: General? IDK
Word length: 708
Sypnosis: The battle in Hollow Bastion has begun. Will Riku be able to protect his and Kairi's heart while taking on the possessed boy from his childhood?
Yaoi/Yuri/Pairings: None
Notes: This is part of the AU that is reverse_destiny's past.
His limbs ache. His heart races. Everything hurts, and there’s that dull throb of something wanting out. Kairi’s heart, no doubt, like the possessed boy before him said. But everything’s changed since that conversation. As powerful as the strikes from Sora are, they’re still Sora. The possession is only superficial-an enhancement of his real power. Loyal despite the truth of the past few years, it seems. The tears in the brunet’s eyes are the dead give-away that it’s still Sora trying to kill him.
And yet, Riku doesn’t care about that. What he cares about is that his two best friends are in trouble-even if Sora’s still bitter and hurt over memory loss from trauma. Kairi’s heart will be used to steep the worlds in darkness, and Sora’s body will probably give out soon. Isn’t that what the reports said? That Sora wouldn’t last long if he were to become the madman’s vessel? And lo and behold, that’s precisely what’s happened.
Metal clashed against metal, sparking brilliantly as electricity crackles overhead. He’s being pushed too close to that creeping darkness that’s seeping out of the giant Keyhole for his own comfort. All Riku can do right now is block and guard, the blows chipping away at his strength. He’s already leaning back against cold stone, sweat sliding down his face and trembling arms as he just keeps blocking.
The black metal of the false-created Keyblade hooks around his and suddenly it’s flying. He’s defenseless, and he can feel heat in his chest as Kairi’s heart strains to be free. It hurts and for a moment his vision is pure white from pain. He’s almost certain he screamed, because when he comes to seconds later, his throat is raw. But there’s still screaming, and yet he’s just trying to catch his breath. So then why-?
His eyes snap up as something metallic clatters to the ground. When he looks up, he realizes what’s going on. Somehow, without that key even piercing his chest, Kairi’s heart has ripped itself from him, returning to her as can be seen by the fact that she’s sitting up now. But that meant that Sora’s use had officially ended. Kairi’s heart being free had opened the Keyhole, and that meant that an already dying body would be useless.
Darkness drips from Sora’s wounds like blood, and he frantically tries to stop it, hands pressing over the exposed skin. But it does nothing, and there’s obviously fear in his eyes. Riku wants to go to him, to hold him and tell him everything will be all right and that this is all a bad dream. But Riku can’t even stand anymore, and Kairi seems to still be in a daze.
“H-Help…!” Sora pleads. But that’s all he gets out, eyes locking with Riku’s before there’s another scream. There’s a blinding flash of darkness then, surging outward and nearly consuming Riku. The only thing that protects him, it seems, is that Kairi had become aware and had rushed to shield him.
When they can see again, Sora lies still on the ground. His eyes are dull as he himself begins to fade, a whispered, “Sorry for everything” hissed out into the air. A red heart floats upward, escaping into the darkness. Sora fades, a single tear staining the carpet. A knot forms in Riku’s throat. I couldn’t save him.
A white-gloved fist closes around the heart, crushing it into oblivion. The two friends can only watch in horror as black mist streams upwards from between those fingers, more of it escaping in a burst as the hand opens palm-up.
“And so he serves his final use-just as you have both served yours. A most delectably dark heart, finally consumed as it would have been years ago had he not proven himself useful,” the dark man chuckles, golden-orange eyes narrowing with his smug expression.
All Riku knows then is rage and cold metal in his hand, a sore throat from his own incoherent screams and Kairi calling his name. If this man had truly devoured Sora’s heart, then regardless of how powerful or whoever he is, Riku is determined to rip him open and get his friend’s heart back.
That’s what friends do.
Author: Anakha
Genre: General? IDK
Word length: 708
Sypnosis: The battle in Hollow Bastion has begun. Will Riku be able to protect his and Kairi's heart while taking on the possessed boy from his childhood?
Yaoi/Yuri/Pairings: None
Notes: This is part of the AU that is reverse_destiny's past.
His limbs ache. His heart races. Everything hurts, and there’s that dull throb of something wanting out. Kairi’s heart, no doubt, like the possessed boy before him said. But everything’s changed since that conversation. As powerful as the strikes from Sora are, they’re still Sora. The possession is only superficial-an enhancement of his real power. Loyal despite the truth of the past few years, it seems. The tears in the brunet’s eyes are the dead give-away that it’s still Sora trying to kill him.
And yet, Riku doesn’t care about that. What he cares about is that his two best friends are in trouble-even if Sora’s still bitter and hurt over memory loss from trauma. Kairi’s heart will be used to steep the worlds in darkness, and Sora’s body will probably give out soon. Isn’t that what the reports said? That Sora wouldn’t last long if he were to become the madman’s vessel? And lo and behold, that’s precisely what’s happened.
Metal clashed against metal, sparking brilliantly as electricity crackles overhead. He’s being pushed too close to that creeping darkness that’s seeping out of the giant Keyhole for his own comfort. All Riku can do right now is block and guard, the blows chipping away at his strength. He’s already leaning back against cold stone, sweat sliding down his face and trembling arms as he just keeps blocking.
The black metal of the false-created Keyblade hooks around his and suddenly it’s flying. He’s defenseless, and he can feel heat in his chest as Kairi’s heart strains to be free. It hurts and for a moment his vision is pure white from pain. He’s almost certain he screamed, because when he comes to seconds later, his throat is raw. But there’s still screaming, and yet he’s just trying to catch his breath. So then why-?
His eyes snap up as something metallic clatters to the ground. When he looks up, he realizes what’s going on. Somehow, without that key even piercing his chest, Kairi’s heart has ripped itself from him, returning to her as can be seen by the fact that she’s sitting up now. But that meant that Sora’s use had officially ended. Kairi’s heart being free had opened the Keyhole, and that meant that an already dying body would be useless.
Darkness drips from Sora’s wounds like blood, and he frantically tries to stop it, hands pressing over the exposed skin. But it does nothing, and there’s obviously fear in his eyes. Riku wants to go to him, to hold him and tell him everything will be all right and that this is all a bad dream. But Riku can’t even stand anymore, and Kairi seems to still be in a daze.
“H-Help…!” Sora pleads. But that’s all he gets out, eyes locking with Riku’s before there’s another scream. There’s a blinding flash of darkness then, surging outward and nearly consuming Riku. The only thing that protects him, it seems, is that Kairi had become aware and had rushed to shield him.
When they can see again, Sora lies still on the ground. His eyes are dull as he himself begins to fade, a whispered, “Sorry for everything” hissed out into the air. A red heart floats upward, escaping into the darkness. Sora fades, a single tear staining the carpet. A knot forms in Riku’s throat. I couldn’t save him.
A white-gloved fist closes around the heart, crushing it into oblivion. The two friends can only watch in horror as black mist streams upwards from between those fingers, more of it escaping in a burst as the hand opens palm-up.
“And so he serves his final use-just as you have both served yours. A most delectably dark heart, finally consumed as it would have been years ago had he not proven himself useful,” the dark man chuckles, golden-orange eyes narrowing with his smug expression.
All Riku knows then is rage and cold metal in his hand, a sore throat from his own incoherent screams and Kairi calling his name. If this man had truly devoured Sora’s heart, then regardless of how powerful or whoever he is, Riku is determined to rip him open and get his friend’s heart back.
That’s what friends do.