KH [Drabble:] 'No Rest for the Wicked'
Xposted here, 'cause I like to keep everything together. ^^
Challenge: [170] Insomnia
Title: No Rest for the Wicked
Word count: 289
Spoilers: this was made through personal speculation based on the latest official trailer of 358/2 Days. Well, that and the belief that you shouldn’t write characters off (no pun or offense intended) before you ‘know’ them. ;) Thanks to seers-atemu for beta’ing.
Disclaimer: KH belongs to Square Enix & Disney. I don't own, not making money, etc.
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If someone like Tidus were able to see him now, then no doubt the whole village would be questioning his sanity by…lunchtime tomorrow, at the latest. Riku snorted, it was one of the things he’d always disliked about his home: everyone knew everything about anyone.
But fortunately, there was no one else in the Hidden Place. It was just him and the rock walls. Well, and that cursed door, but he wasn’t concerned with that at the moment. Satisfied with this observation, Riku continued his monologue after repressing a yawn that threatened to escape him. No wonder, as it would soon be dawn. Another hour or two and the darkness would no longer close in around him like a tangible thing. It wasn’t the absence of light that haunted him. Oh no, if only it were something simple like that. But the memories…
It still surprised him how someone as insecure as Naminé could be comforting to others. “She doesn’t blame you…”
Maybe she didn’t, but still...there had been another time when he couldn’t sleep. He’d alternated between pacing and looking at her. Looking at her almost lifeless body had hurt. Someone always so full of life shouldn’t look like that. Yet looking away was even worse, because whenever he turned his back he feared her body would disappear on him too; chasing after her missing heart. An irrational fear of course, but then again, most fears are.
Staring at Sora and Kairi’s shared chalk drawing he repeated himself to her. “I’m sorry.” He knew the guilt would lessen with time, but until it did she kept fading away in his arms, black hair lank, purple eyes half-closed against exhausted resignation.
‘Xion, I’m sorry for killing you.’
A/N: Comments are like Xmas cookies. ^^;
Challenge: [170] Insomnia
Title: No Rest for the Wicked
Word count: 289
Spoilers: this was made through personal speculation based on the latest official trailer of 358/2 Days. Well, that and the belief that you shouldn’t write characters off (no pun or offense intended) before you ‘know’ them. ;) Thanks to seers-atemu for beta’ing.
Disclaimer: KH belongs to Square Enix & Disney. I don't own, not making money, etc.
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If someone like Tidus were able to see him now, then no doubt the whole village would be questioning his sanity by…lunchtime tomorrow, at the latest. Riku snorted, it was one of the things he’d always disliked about his home: everyone knew everything about anyone.
But fortunately, there was no one else in the Hidden Place. It was just him and the rock walls. Well, and that cursed door, but he wasn’t concerned with that at the moment. Satisfied with this observation, Riku continued his monologue after repressing a yawn that threatened to escape him. No wonder, as it would soon be dawn. Another hour or two and the darkness would no longer close in around him like a tangible thing. It wasn’t the absence of light that haunted him. Oh no, if only it were something simple like that. But the memories…
It still surprised him how someone as insecure as Naminé could be comforting to others. “She doesn’t blame you…”
Maybe she didn’t, but still...there had been another time when he couldn’t sleep. He’d alternated between pacing and looking at her. Looking at her almost lifeless body had hurt. Someone always so full of life shouldn’t look like that. Yet looking away was even worse, because whenever he turned his back he feared her body would disappear on him too; chasing after her missing heart. An irrational fear of course, but then again, most fears are.
Staring at Sora and Kairi’s shared chalk drawing he repeated himself to her. “I’m sorry.” He knew the guilt would lessen with time, but until it did she kept fading away in his arms, black hair lank, purple eyes half-closed against exhausted resignation.
‘Xion, I’m sorry for killing you.’
A/N: Comments are like Xmas cookies. ^^;