"Making Me Stronger" by Writingpuck (KH II fic)
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts (II)
Title: “Making Me Stronger”
Author: writingpuck
Pairing/Characters: Riku, King Mickey
Rating: Teen? Yeah, Teen sounds good. :)
Disclaimer: Not rich, so they’re not mine.
Summary: People do crazy things for love, and Riku's no different.
SPOILER ALERT: The events in this story were revealed near the end of KH II, so consider yourself warned.
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Riku admired his reflection with solemn responsibility. It wasn’t the form he’d wished for, but since the boy’d had precious little choice in the matter, he figured he’d learn to make do.
The mirror in front of him shivered slightly as he reached up and caressed his gently receding silver hair, his muddy skin, his vein-filled hands. There was no way to get around it- the teenager’s new body was old.
And yet, the Islander wasn’t sure he cared all too badly. Where his other body was small, uncertain and weak, this one glided with purpose. This form was powerful, not hindered by the darkness but one with it.
Sure, he couldn’t show up in front of Sora and Kairi like this…but Riku had mostly given up hope of being re-united with them, anyways. The darkness was too tight, too filling for Riku to break out.
They didn’t need him anyways; Kairi loved Sora, and Sora was strong enough to protect her, even without the help of his new friends. The first time Riku’d realized that he’d cried; after time he’d grown too tough to care about the dull throbbing that threatened to chew him whole.
Instead he’d funneled all of his energies into helping King Mickey.
Another sweeping glance took in his elongated body, his wider shoulders, his better-proportioned legs. He was intense and attractive now; Riku’d become one of Mickey’s peers in body as well as mind.
But would it be enough? Riku felt the new waves of darkness vibrating through him and knew he now had enough power to help Sora with plenty to spare. But what about Mickey?
The islander’s thoughts lingered on the other for a moment. The King, with his ears that never failed to hear Riku’s secret doubts; Mickey with his compassion, courage and forgiveness; the King, with his smaller, supportive, agile shape.
Would Riku’s new body be enough to impress the only one to pull him from the darkness?
Clearing his throat, Riku pulled up his hood and managed to whisper, “I won’t be weak anymore.”
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Author’s Note: This drabble started out as a joke, and then became a serious challenge to myself. After all, where would I be without my strange pairings? Let me know what you think!
Title: “Making Me Stronger”
Author: writingpuck
Pairing/Characters: Riku, King Mickey
Rating: Teen? Yeah, Teen sounds good. :)
Disclaimer: Not rich, so they’re not mine.
Summary: People do crazy things for love, and Riku's no different.
SPOILER ALERT: The events in this story were revealed near the end of KH II, so consider yourself warned.
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Riku admired his reflection with solemn responsibility. It wasn’t the form he’d wished for, but since the boy’d had precious little choice in the matter, he figured he’d learn to make do.
The mirror in front of him shivered slightly as he reached up and caressed his gently receding silver hair, his muddy skin, his vein-filled hands. There was no way to get around it- the teenager’s new body was old.
And yet, the Islander wasn’t sure he cared all too badly. Where his other body was small, uncertain and weak, this one glided with purpose. This form was powerful, not hindered by the darkness but one with it.
Sure, he couldn’t show up in front of Sora and Kairi like this…but Riku had mostly given up hope of being re-united with them, anyways. The darkness was too tight, too filling for Riku to break out.
They didn’t need him anyways; Kairi loved Sora, and Sora was strong enough to protect her, even without the help of his new friends. The first time Riku’d realized that he’d cried; after time he’d grown too tough to care about the dull throbbing that threatened to chew him whole.
Instead he’d funneled all of his energies into helping King Mickey.
Another sweeping glance took in his elongated body, his wider shoulders, his better-proportioned legs. He was intense and attractive now; Riku’d become one of Mickey’s peers in body as well as mind.
But would it be enough? Riku felt the new waves of darkness vibrating through him and knew he now had enough power to help Sora with plenty to spare. But what about Mickey?
The islander’s thoughts lingered on the other for a moment. The King, with his ears that never failed to hear Riku’s secret doubts; Mickey with his compassion, courage and forgiveness; the King, with his smaller, supportive, agile shape.
Would Riku’s new body be enough to impress the only one to pull him from the darkness?
Clearing his throat, Riku pulled up his hood and managed to whisper, “I won’t be weak anymore.”
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Author’s Note: This drabble started out as a joke, and then became a serious challenge to myself. After all, where would I be without my strange pairings? Let me know what you think!