Challenge 234 Entry
TITLE: Bring Back the Sun
CHALLENG: 234 coping strategy
WORD COUNT: 586
NOTES: lj hates me ;_;
Namine doesn’t make it in time. Kairi is left to her own devices in the corner of her jail cell, having long since screamed herself hoarse every time her captor made an appearance. She will not allow herself to think of how tired she is, or about the various ways she aches and hurts, or about how hungry she is. She only allows herself to keep a mantra, hoping beyond hope that Sora catches it. It’s a trap, it’s a trap, it’s a trap
Only then Sora does come tearing through the door, eyes wild and fierce. Before Kairi can so much as draw the breath for a warning, Saix is there with a hand tight around her throat and the hall is flooded with heartless.
Words are exchanged, sharp threats from one party, callous demands from the other. The keybearer is to finish Kingdom Hearts, or the Nobody will crush the girl’s throat, simple as that. Sora doesn’t like it; he fights, hacking his way through the horde of heartless.
It’s only when his companions give a panic cry that the true severity of the situation is realized.
They’re gone, leaving being their shield and staff respectively, in their places stand two more heartless.
The battle rages for what feels like hours (Kairi is still pinned by the hand at her neck, never relinquishing his bruising grip) and just when she thinks it’s over, finally over and her friend is victorious she hears the guttered moan and Saix’s face twists into a vicious sneer of triumph.
The keybearer is dead.
Or
Namine does make it in time, and they escape hand in hand. Not far enough away to be truly safe, just out of immediate danger. Their footsteps echo tellingly behind them, and Kairi fears this will be their undoing. But there is no time for subterfuge, they have to get away now and they can only hope for the best.
Saix is there, waiting for them again, as if he allowed this little escapade to happen. There’s a dark edge to the bare curve of his smile, a patronizing and frightening expression.
‘He will be the thing of nightmares.’ Kairi thinks, not even realizing how she’s foreshadowed her own existence for years to come.
The cloaked figure arrives, Riku in disguise as Kairi learns, and grapples with Saix. She remembers how strong he’s always been, how he’s overcome so much and her heart swells with love and hope.
It’s understandably confusing, then, when Saix merely twists his opponent’s neck to the side and the body falls solidly to the floor.
Dead, Riku is dead.
Kairi wakes, her tongue clenched between her teeth to keep from screaming out. She’s shaking and it takes her a long minute to recognize the shape of the moon. I’m home, she sits up carefully, turns in a tight circle so she’s on her knees facing the two sleeping figures that flank either side of her.
Riku and Sora sleep too peacefully, she can’t even follow the inhale exhale of their breathing. It’s with unsteady hands that she leans forward; trailing fingers along the contours of their cheeks, across the line of their jaws, into the dip of their collarbones, to finally rest over their chests. Their heartbeats flutter against her touch, quiet testaments that ground Kairi into this reality.
She drifts back to sleep, with chin tucked against knees drawn to her chest, her palms flat against their steadying warmth.
There are no more nightmares tonight.
CHALLENG: 234 coping strategy
WORD COUNT: 586
NOTES: lj hates me ;_;
Namine doesn’t make it in time. Kairi is left to her own devices in the corner of her jail cell, having long since screamed herself hoarse every time her captor made an appearance. She will not allow herself to think of how tired she is, or about the various ways she aches and hurts, or about how hungry she is. She only allows herself to keep a mantra, hoping beyond hope that Sora catches it. It’s a trap, it’s a trap, it’s a trap
Only then Sora does come tearing through the door, eyes wild and fierce. Before Kairi can so much as draw the breath for a warning, Saix is there with a hand tight around her throat and the hall is flooded with heartless.
Words are exchanged, sharp threats from one party, callous demands from the other. The keybearer is to finish Kingdom Hearts, or the Nobody will crush the girl’s throat, simple as that. Sora doesn’t like it; he fights, hacking his way through the horde of heartless.
It’s only when his companions give a panic cry that the true severity of the situation is realized.
They’re gone, leaving being their shield and staff respectively, in their places stand two more heartless.
The battle rages for what feels like hours (Kairi is still pinned by the hand at her neck, never relinquishing his bruising grip) and just when she thinks it’s over, finally over and her friend is victorious she hears the guttered moan and Saix’s face twists into a vicious sneer of triumph.
The keybearer is dead.
Or
Namine does make it in time, and they escape hand in hand. Not far enough away to be truly safe, just out of immediate danger. Their footsteps echo tellingly behind them, and Kairi fears this will be their undoing. But there is no time for subterfuge, they have to get away now and they can only hope for the best.
Saix is there, waiting for them again, as if he allowed this little escapade to happen. There’s a dark edge to the bare curve of his smile, a patronizing and frightening expression.
‘He will be the thing of nightmares.’ Kairi thinks, not even realizing how she’s foreshadowed her own existence for years to come.
The cloaked figure arrives, Riku in disguise as Kairi learns, and grapples with Saix. She remembers how strong he’s always been, how he’s overcome so much and her heart swells with love and hope.
It’s understandably confusing, then, when Saix merely twists his opponent’s neck to the side and the body falls solidly to the floor.
Dead, Riku is dead.
Kairi wakes, her tongue clenched between her teeth to keep from screaming out. She’s shaking and it takes her a long minute to recognize the shape of the moon. I’m home, she sits up carefully, turns in a tight circle so she’s on her knees facing the two sleeping figures that flank either side of her.
Riku and Sora sleep too peacefully, she can’t even follow the inhale exhale of their breathing. It’s with unsteady hands that she leans forward; trailing fingers along the contours of their cheeks, across the line of their jaws, into the dip of their collarbones, to finally rest over their chests. Their heartbeats flutter against her touch, quiet testaments that ground Kairi into this reality.
She drifts back to sleep, with chin tucked against knees drawn to her chest, her palms flat against their steadying warmth.
There are no more nightmares tonight.