Drabble Prompts 011-013
Dedicated to
waltzsfinale, for giving me the idea for Sepia Tone.
Title: Compatibility
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters: Riku and Sora
Prompt: Red
Word Count: 121
Rating: G
Author's Notes: "Blood doesn't suit you at all..."
“Blood doesn’t suit you at all…”
Lowering his eyelids until only a slit of blue peaked from underneath long lashes, Sora smiled gently at Riku, whose usually strong frame now seemed incredibly fragile as it shook in frustration. “Stupid Sora, who told you to-“
Sora’s expression melted into a small frown as he studied his friend for the first time in what felt like forever. Quietly, he chided the other, “Let’s not fight anymore, Riku. I’m so tired…”
“Nobody asked you to-“
“Shush.” Something soft was shoved against Riku’s chest. “Try emerald green this time.”
Fuming, Riku returned to the changing room with said shirt and vowed to never allow Sora to accompany him on a shopping trip again.
Title: Sepia Tone
Fandom:Kingdom Hearts
Character: Sora
Prompt: Grey
Word Count: 109
Rating: G
Author's Notes: A snapshot in sepia tone on the most stressful day of his life.
When you arrived at your small island in your little rowing boat, your knuckles white from your death grip on the worn oars, it was nothing but a confusing swirl of stormy gray.
“Riku! Kairi!”
Of course it was raining. The fat droplets drowned out your voice, hoarse and raw from screaming. Their boats were secured to the shabbily constructed pier with messily tied ropes, but the owners were nowhere in sight.
You didn’t expect to see them, anyway. They were lost. You were lost.
Your feet were still rapidly traversing across the wet sand-grains were stuck to the sides of your sneakers-and you knew not why.
Title: The Antiseptic of Memory
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Character: Roxas
Prompt: White
Word Count: 127
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Everything glowed clean, but it only made him sick.
Save for several Crayola drawings taped onto the walls, the room was sterilizing white. It distinctly reminded him of a hospital, complete with a faceless staff and a surgical table-where they dissected “patients.” His stomach churned, and he felt his last meal (whenever that may have been) eager to greet him again. The smell, although lacking various infamous chemicals used in hospitals, did not hold a warmth present in happy homes. There was no life within these walls, and the stench of death nearly sent him to his knees.
He wanted to leave, to run home to his parents and his friends, to forget any of this ever happened…but he couldn’t allow the mystery of “Sora” to remain as it was, a mystery. Roxas pressed on.