What We Know (FF3/KH:CoM [PG])
Title: What We Know
Fandom: Final Fantasy III/Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories
Rating: PG
Characters: Refia/Riku
Summary: It was interesting to watch her sit there and sharpen her sword.
Notes: In Riku's timeline this takes place after he's left Castle Oblivion, split with Mickey, but has not yet returned to the Castle and DiZ. In Refia's timeline this takes place shortly after entering Syrcus Tower. Obviously the later point makes little sense--I'm currently in the process of writing a story where said point would make sense. In an effort to get my characterization straight for it I wrote this piece. Seeing as it will never actually appear in mentioned story I thought I'd post it up as a drabble.
It was interesting to watch her sit there and sharpen her sword. Interesting and strange and somewhat discomfiting. It made him realize how different he was, how much he was still that boy from the island who had curiously opened the door to darkness--and how much he wasn't. He had never sharpened Soul Eater, looked its blade over carefully for nicks and worn areas, examined it with eyes that noticed any detail that was off. He'd never had to.
But she did. And as she sharpened her sword he realized...he didn't know a thing about fighting, did he? He knew how to skulk in the shadows and attack his best friend; how to be angry and let the emotion make him viscious; how to shred apart Heartless and give his darkest thoughts direction over his mutilating actions.
He had never sharpened a weapon before. Or taken down a beast that was not a Heartless, had no interest in his heart, but in his flesh and how good that flesh would feel in a hungry stomach. He had never changed his tactics in an instance to accomodate various types of enemies--there had never been any tactics. Just slash and yell and hack til what offended him had disappeared, was gone, had left his sight. He didn't know how to read the signs around him for trouble, for danger, how to make a camp safe from things that attacked at night, how to sleep with only half his consciousness so that the snapping of a twig or twitch of a bush would send him grabbing for his weapon in time to slay a would-be ambusher. He didn't know...didn't know a lot of things.
All he knew was darkness and hate and regret--and the desperate battle against the soulsucking fiend named Despair. He didn't know anything worth knowing.
But she knew all these things. She knew about fighting, she knew about cooking, she knew about talking to people from other countries--other worlds--and... She knew about darkness. As well as light. Secretly he wondered if there wasn't a thing she didn't know about when she sat there so calmly sharpening her sword, smiling as she hummed a tune foreign to him, so at peace and yet so secure, as if nothing could sneak up on her, could escape her attention. Not that he was ever going to ask. He wasn't an idiot--it was a stupid quesiton. And a part of him refused to let her know just how much respect he had for her.
"You know..." She says when he's been watching her sharpen her sword too long without a word. "I can teach you how."
Teach him how to sharpen a sword. Teach him--
"All it takes is a little watching, a little practice... Everyone learns things as they go," She promises quietly and there's that smile, so full of light it blinds.
He agrees. "Alright."
Teach him everything.
Fandom: Final Fantasy III/Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories
Rating: PG
Characters: Refia/Riku
Summary: It was interesting to watch her sit there and sharpen her sword.
Notes: In Riku's timeline this takes place after he's left Castle Oblivion, split with Mickey, but has not yet returned to the Castle and DiZ. In Refia's timeline this takes place shortly after entering Syrcus Tower. Obviously the later point makes little sense--I'm currently in the process of writing a story where said point would make sense. In an effort to get my characterization straight for it I wrote this piece. Seeing as it will never actually appear in mentioned story I thought I'd post it up as a drabble.
It was interesting to watch her sit there and sharpen her sword. Interesting and strange and somewhat discomfiting. It made him realize how different he was, how much he was still that boy from the island who had curiously opened the door to darkness--and how much he wasn't. He had never sharpened Soul Eater, looked its blade over carefully for nicks and worn areas, examined it with eyes that noticed any detail that was off. He'd never had to.
But she did. And as she sharpened her sword he realized...he didn't know a thing about fighting, did he? He knew how to skulk in the shadows and attack his best friend; how to be angry and let the emotion make him viscious; how to shred apart Heartless and give his darkest thoughts direction over his mutilating actions.
He had never sharpened a weapon before. Or taken down a beast that was not a Heartless, had no interest in his heart, but in his flesh and how good that flesh would feel in a hungry stomach. He had never changed his tactics in an instance to accomodate various types of enemies--there had never been any tactics. Just slash and yell and hack til what offended him had disappeared, was gone, had left his sight. He didn't know how to read the signs around him for trouble, for danger, how to make a camp safe from things that attacked at night, how to sleep with only half his consciousness so that the snapping of a twig or twitch of a bush would send him grabbing for his weapon in time to slay a would-be ambusher. He didn't know...didn't know a lot of things.
All he knew was darkness and hate and regret--and the desperate battle against the soulsucking fiend named Despair. He didn't know anything worth knowing.
But she knew all these things. She knew about fighting, she knew about cooking, she knew about talking to people from other countries--other worlds--and... She knew about darkness. As well as light. Secretly he wondered if there wasn't a thing she didn't know about when she sat there so calmly sharpening her sword, smiling as she hummed a tune foreign to him, so at peace and yet so secure, as if nothing could sneak up on her, could escape her attention. Not that he was ever going to ask. He wasn't an idiot--it was a stupid quesiton. And a part of him refused to let her know just how much respect he had for her.
"You know..." She says when he's been watching her sharpen her sword too long without a word. "I can teach you how."
Teach him how to sharpen a sword. Teach him--
"All it takes is a little watching, a little practice... Everyone learns things as they go," She promises quietly and there's that smile, so full of light it blinds.
He agrees. "Alright."
Teach him everything.