All Our Hopes (FF3/KH:CoM [G])
Title: All Our Hopes
Fandom: Final Fantasy III/Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories
Rating: G
Characters: Refia/Riku
Summary: You have to hope Riku. If you don't you're never going to accomplish anything."
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. I was just fooling around drabbling and as this will probably never appear in the story (the writing style's kind of wrong for it), I thought I'd post it up here.
"You miss them?"
Riku looks up. She grins and holds out her bottle--there's a note inside addressed to Takka of Kazus. "Can't remember 'em," he admits, real quick like, defensive. Refia plops down next to him and wriggles a bit to get comfortable on the pier. They're in some place called Alexandria and everything's hustle and bustle, but kind of quiet down here on the wharf. "Can't remember?" She asks conversationally, holding her bottle up to the noontime sun and watching the light refract within. Her letter on nice cream parchment kind of shines a bit and she grins wider.
"Some things got a little hazy after the... After I opened the door," he says, looking out over the clear, blue water to the distant falls. There's a rainbow streaking down there and it's real pretty. "You'll remember," she informs him with conviction. "Parents are special; I'm sure they're missing you a lot." And she fiddles with her bottle again, watches the letter roll around a bit inside.
"Maybe..." He mutters. He doesn't sound like he buys it. Instead he snatches her bottle away, holds it up and shakes it around a bit. "You really think this is going to work?" He asks, incredulous. He laughs a bit and tosses it back to her as she shouts and lunges for it. In her effort to catch it like it's something particularly precious she nearly knocks him over. Which...it kind of is now, isn't it...to her at least.
"I do," she huffs, cradling the bottle. "Heh...what a kid," is the accusiation and she rounds on him. "Which one of us can't even make a cooking fire?" She demands, giving him a good solid punch to the shoulder. "When you can figure out how to make hotcakes instead of mudcakes then you can lecture me, Riku."
He flushes just the tiniest bit--she really didn't need to bring up his mess up of the prior day--and runs his hand up over the back of her head real fast so that all her hair flicks forward in her face and sticks out at odds. "Yea, yea, mommy--what. A. Kid."
Next thing he knows he's flat out on the salty boards of the pier and she's using him as a chair. "Whatever Riku--I know which one of us couldn't make it five minutes out in the woods," she chirps, holding her bottle up to the sun again. Her face looks so hopeful as she stares at it... He's kind of envious. What's he got to go back to? Not much that he can remember. He was desperate enough to get away from that place and now he's just going to slink back like the dog he is. Not real encouraging.
"Get off, fatty," he grounds out, shoving her aside. She lets him do it and he sits up, snatching the bottle back out of her hands. She lets him do that too. And then she fishes around in her supply bag and pulls out another bottle along with a piece of paper and a pen. These she holds out to him. "Write them," is all she says, setting the items down next to him before standing up and meandering away to look at some of the fish being sold.
Riku looks at her bottle in his hand--the one that makes her face light up so. His gaze shifts and he stares at the blank paper she set out for a long time. His parents... And all this time he'd never given them much thought. Did his damnedest to get away from them and...
"Done?" She asks when she comes back, plucking up the second bottle and looking it over. "It's not going to work," he mutters quietly. Her hand falls on his shoulder and he looks up slightly surprised. "Oh Riku--of course it isn't if you think like that," she sighs, squatting down next to him. Her eyes hold his and she smiles so carefree he wants to turn away. No one should look that happy.
"Maybe it will work. Maybe it won't. We might never even know; all you can do is try. And... It helps. To write out the things you want to say," she tells him softly. Her fingers press into his shoulder to grab his attention and he shifts his gaze from where it had wandered out to sea back to her. "You have to hope Riku. If you don't you're never going to accomplish anything. All anyone can do is hope with all their might... Will you do that? Even if you can't remember them...I bet your parents are out there hoping for you to come back to them. Surely a little letter isn't too much for you to hope for in return?"
And the words she says are so stupid. He wants to laugh at her, tell her she's been reading too many fortune cookies, has lost her grip on reality. Hope? What's that? Just a stupid word that doesn't mean a thing. ...Except when he looks at her he can kind of see it. Hope and determination and shining throughout everything--the tomboy quirks, storybook lectures, aggravating altruism--a light so strong it's infectious. Makes him kind of want to believe too. Even if it's for just five minutes there's the feeling the world could change upside down and inside out in a good way if he just let in a bit of that light.
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," he replies gruffly and her face gets a little annoyed. He grins and stands up, plucking his bottle from her hands and passing her her own. "Let's do it."
They count to three and lob their letters as far as they can. The bottles hit the water with two successive splashes, sink a bit before bobbing right back up and slowly head out towards the falls. When they disappear in the spray the two stand a bit longer and watch. It's okay to hope for five minutes... Here's our words; please recieve all our hopes.
Mom, Dad,
See you real soon,
Love Riku
Fandom: Final Fantasy III/Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories
Rating: G
Characters: Refia/Riku
Summary: You have to hope Riku. If you don't you're never going to accomplish anything."
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. I was just fooling around drabbling and as this will probably never appear in the story (the writing style's kind of wrong for it), I thought I'd post it up here.
"You miss them?"
Riku looks up. She grins and holds out her bottle--there's a note inside addressed to Takka of Kazus. "Can't remember 'em," he admits, real quick like, defensive. Refia plops down next to him and wriggles a bit to get comfortable on the pier. They're in some place called Alexandria and everything's hustle and bustle, but kind of quiet down here on the wharf. "Can't remember?" She asks conversationally, holding her bottle up to the noontime sun and watching the light refract within. Her letter on nice cream parchment kind of shines a bit and she grins wider.
"Some things got a little hazy after the... After I opened the door," he says, looking out over the clear, blue water to the distant falls. There's a rainbow streaking down there and it's real pretty. "You'll remember," she informs him with conviction. "Parents are special; I'm sure they're missing you a lot." And she fiddles with her bottle again, watches the letter roll around a bit inside.
"Maybe..." He mutters. He doesn't sound like he buys it. Instead he snatches her bottle away, holds it up and shakes it around a bit. "You really think this is going to work?" He asks, incredulous. He laughs a bit and tosses it back to her as she shouts and lunges for it. In her effort to catch it like it's something particularly precious she nearly knocks him over. Which...it kind of is now, isn't it...to her at least.
"I do," she huffs, cradling the bottle. "Heh...what a kid," is the accusiation and she rounds on him. "Which one of us can't even make a cooking fire?" She demands, giving him a good solid punch to the shoulder. "When you can figure out how to make hotcakes instead of mudcakes then you can lecture me, Riku."
He flushes just the tiniest bit--she really didn't need to bring up his mess up of the prior day--and runs his hand up over the back of her head real fast so that all her hair flicks forward in her face and sticks out at odds. "Yea, yea, mommy--what. A. Kid."
Next thing he knows he's flat out on the salty boards of the pier and she's using him as a chair. "Whatever Riku--I know which one of us couldn't make it five minutes out in the woods," she chirps, holding her bottle up to the sun again. Her face looks so hopeful as she stares at it... He's kind of envious. What's he got to go back to? Not much that he can remember. He was desperate enough to get away from that place and now he's just going to slink back like the dog he is. Not real encouraging.
"Get off, fatty," he grounds out, shoving her aside. She lets him do it and he sits up, snatching the bottle back out of her hands. She lets him do that too. And then she fishes around in her supply bag and pulls out another bottle along with a piece of paper and a pen. These she holds out to him. "Write them," is all she says, setting the items down next to him before standing up and meandering away to look at some of the fish being sold.
Riku looks at her bottle in his hand--the one that makes her face light up so. His gaze shifts and he stares at the blank paper she set out for a long time. His parents... And all this time he'd never given them much thought. Did his damnedest to get away from them and...
"Done?" She asks when she comes back, plucking up the second bottle and looking it over. "It's not going to work," he mutters quietly. Her hand falls on his shoulder and he looks up slightly surprised. "Oh Riku--of course it isn't if you think like that," she sighs, squatting down next to him. Her eyes hold his and she smiles so carefree he wants to turn away. No one should look that happy.
"Maybe it will work. Maybe it won't. We might never even know; all you can do is try. And... It helps. To write out the things you want to say," she tells him softly. Her fingers press into his shoulder to grab his attention and he shifts his gaze from where it had wandered out to sea back to her. "You have to hope Riku. If you don't you're never going to accomplish anything. All anyone can do is hope with all their might... Will you do that? Even if you can't remember them...I bet your parents are out there hoping for you to come back to them. Surely a little letter isn't too much for you to hope for in return?"
And the words she says are so stupid. He wants to laugh at her, tell her she's been reading too many fortune cookies, has lost her grip on reality. Hope? What's that? Just a stupid word that doesn't mean a thing. ...Except when he looks at her he can kind of see it. Hope and determination and shining throughout everything--the tomboy quirks, storybook lectures, aggravating altruism--a light so strong it's infectious. Makes him kind of want to believe too. Even if it's for just five minutes there's the feeling the world could change upside down and inside out in a good way if he just let in a bit of that light.
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," he replies gruffly and her face gets a little annoyed. He grins and stands up, plucking his bottle from her hands and passing her her own. "Let's do it."
They count to three and lob their letters as far as they can. The bottles hit the water with two successive splashes, sink a bit before bobbing right back up and slowly head out towards the falls. When they disappear in the spray the two stand a bit longer and watch. It's okay to hope for five minutes... Here's our words; please recieve all our hopes.
Mom, Dad,
See you real soon,
Love Riku