The thirteenth of many a black day...

[GUNSLINGER GIRL] Together

2005-09-22T23:19:03Z

Nothing witty today. Sorry.

Title: Together
Pairing: Henrietta/Rico.
Rating: K.
Written To: "Jesus of Suburbia" was in my head, but that's it.
Word Count: 127.
Summary: Things seem so magical when they're together.
Author's Note: Written for 100_themes, challenge fifty-seven. (Gunslinger Girl: Because when the mass-murders are over, everything is warm and fluffy again.) I actually don't like this one very much, but hey, I wrote it at three in the morning after hardly any sleep. Go me.

There are many things the Social Welfare Agency has given Rico. The most important, she nods to herself, being her body.

“Good morning, Rico!” Henrietta’s familiar voice wafts down from the top bunk. “It’s a nice day out. Let’s do some laundry.”

It’s a simple thing, she reflects, hanging laundry out to dry. Her blue eyes glance to the side to meet Henrietta’s brown ones. The older girl smiles at Rico and something in her stomach flutters, her cheeks tinging pink.

To her, this tiny, insignificant act seems like so much more. She studies the linen hanging off the line. Almost... magical.

And there’s something, she thinks, about having Henrietta here with her. Looking up to the morning sky, she hopes that they will always be together.

[KINGDOM HEARTS] Valor

2005-09-07T09:57:43Z

A continued thought: I wonder if rabid Heartless killed Jasmine's mom, too. And all those other Disney princesses with missing family members. Because it doesn't look like anyone's going to tell us, that's for sure. -scoff-

Title: Valor
Pairing: Leon/Riku.
Rating: K+.
Written To: Silence, baby. :O
Word Count: 182.
Summary: Leon knows just what Riku is like, because Riku is a mirror image of the man's darkened youth.
Author's Note: For Chiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! :D

Valor

The man known as Leon had seen the silver-haired youth before. All fighters gravitate towards the legendary Olympus Coliseum at some point. Knowing that, it wasn’t unusual to see hundreds of new faces pour through the gates by the day, and the brunet was certainly not a stranger to cocky adolescent boys, desperately wanting to be full-fledged warriors and compensating by trying to act instead.

So when the boy called Riku walked through, Leon wasn’t expecting much. Raising his steely glance to eye the newcomer, however, he was greeted with a sight that he had been trying to eradicate from his memories for the past years.

He remembered the walk — precise, but leading to nowhere.

He remembered the stance — aloof and undoubtedly strong, but with a particular touch of uncertainty.

Most of all, he remembered the expression — cold, a silent warning.

He remembered being that boy once.

He straightened abruptly, striding away from the ring and through the doors.

No matter what anyone said, he knew in his tomb of a heart that he was little more than a shadow now.

[KINGDOM HEARTS] Running

2005-09-03T05:39:40Z

I still think that Bambi would be an awesome addition to the worlds of KH. Like, oh, I dunno: "Rabid Heartless killed my mom. -tear-"

Title: Running
Pairing: Kairi/Riku/Sora.
Rating: K.
Written To: "Bedshaped" -Keane.
Word Count: 63.
Summary: On the running scene of Destiny Islands.
Author's Note: I find that I often write things without having any idea what they're about. I'm sure you can figure it out for yourself, however. (On another note: This is the shortest fic I've ever written. XD)

Running

The world was a blur around them as their shoes pounded the sand eagerly. They were running. They were free.

Ahead of her, Riku and Sora were sprinting, each to the height of their abilities. They were so close — it was like they were one body, one heart, one soul.

She only hoped that someday she would be able to catch up.

crossposted to kh_shipping and _threescompany_

[NOT A STORY AT ALL] Procrastination!

2005-08-28T06:53:08Z

No story for you.

No, instead we have a to-do list, because I'm lazy and can't seem to write. I fear I'll forget these things, so here they are.

VULPI MUST WRITE:

Riku/Leon for siriusaboutsev
Rei/Setsuna for dollsoldier
Final Fantasy crack for sakurafae_. No, I can't remember what kind of crack exactly, but it... it was very odd.
Vulpes Paroxysm for myself. Anything Vulxysm. Just... something. Because my beloved armada of foxes is being neglected. Haven't written about them in ages.

That will be all.

-wave-

[KINGDOM HEARTS] Untitled

2005-08-23T03:58:26Z

And some other recent thing!

Title: Untitled
Pairing: N/A.
Rating: K+.
Written To: "Kimi Ga Ita Monogatari" -See Saw.
Word Count: 366.
Summary: "The flower will not bloom."
Author's Note: Do I know what this thing is? Does anyone? Anyway, it was inspired by the flowers in Deep Jungle — you know, those little black ones that are all over the place? I dunno about anyone else, but god, what was said about them and just the flowers themselves seemed ridiculously morbid. In any case, Aerith knows more about flowers than Sora ever will. Bah. (Oh, and just to let you know, I have no idea what happens when all of them bloom. It looks to me like they heal you when you use magic on them, but I tried doing that with all of them and nothing ever happened... all of the ones I could find, anyway. I fell down a gaping hole into the Hippos' Lagoon before I could be sure. o_O)

Untitled

Where am I?

She glanced around the lush, green forest, guarding her eyes with a hand against the tiny patches of sunlight leaking through empty spaces between the trees. The grass was soft beneath her feet, and the misty air was damp and moist. She looked around at her surroundings until her eyes rested upon a small black bud.

The flower will not bloom.

The thought was not at all hers; it belonged to someone unknown, telling her things she could already see. She kneeled down to get a closer look and touched the bud gently.

Hitting it will not make it bloom.

She pulled her hand away quickly, as if she had been scolded. No... no flower could bloom after being hit...

See if it blooms by casting magic on it.

And there was the voice again, instructing her. She still knew a bit of magic, though she didn’t use it often...

A flurry of ice cold air rested upon the flower, leaving icicles in its wake. She waited.

As the flower opened up, the voice entered her mind again:

What will happen if all the flowers bloom?

What, indeed? She stared at the indigo petals. She rose suddenly, making her way to the rest of the buds, casting magic on each. Each one spread open, as all the others before them had.

When Heartless draw near, the flowers turn black.

She stopped in her tracks as the flower she had been tending to turned a sinister obsidian. Gleaming yellow eyes lingered upon her hungrily from the shadows. She backed away carefully, almost tripping on a vine as she did, snaking its way around the trees. The Heartless were advancing on her. Her hands were raised in front of her cautiously. The Shadows’ antennae were upright and twitching at the stench of darkness within the heart.

She was backed up against an ivy-covered wall now, with nowhere else to go. The creatures were coming closer... she shut her eyes, waiting for the worst... she could feel them now, could smell them... they were cold, covered in the scent of fresh blood... they raised their prying claws to her chest —

And with that, Aerith Gainsborough awoke.

[NOT A STORY AT ALL] Ego-inflation!

2005-08-22T08:53:05Z

In the midst of all this fic-updating, I've decided to throw two very sweet reviews up here. I got them very recently, for Searching and Waiting, and I thought I'd share ~~to convince people that I honestly don't suck, really!~~. :D

Anonymous:

That is one of the best ending I have ever read! loved it, loved it LOVED IT! I'll try and look for other of you're storys, but I have bad memory,so, no garentees
got to go

Later!

Aww. <3

forgedmemories:

I really love how you portrayed Selphie. She thinks if she just waits her love will come to her, when it might be there all along. The last line was what really got me, especially the turning around bit. Knowing Selphie, she probably never will.

Double 'aww'. <333

...and... yeah. That's pretty much it.

-skitters out-

[ORIGINAL] Screams

2005-08-22T01:37:08Z

Title: Screams
Pairing: N/A.
Rating: K+.
Written To: N/A.
Word Count: 276.
Summary: Detailing the life of a girl...
Author's Note: This was another experiment, this time in descriptive sentences. It came out pretty well, although hilariously goth.

Screams

Screams. They were all she heard.

She would wake in the morning to dingy walls, once white, now grey. Her room was bare, nothing except for a bed covered in shabby blankets that barely covered her skinny body. There was no alarm clock, for there was no need for one. She awoke to screams.

She would go to school every day like most young girls do, her clothing reminiscent of rags. She studied hard, worked hard. She tried, she really did try, but there was no escaping those thoughts in her head. They brought her down, each and every day. No escape.

Coming home was a nightmare. The house was barely standing, ready to fall at any given moment, and quite frankly, she wouldn’t care if it did. She would walk in to her parents’ angry fighting, but soon enough the screams would be directed at her. She was worthless in their eyes. Worthless in everyone’s eyes.

The screams trailed her back to her bedroom, where she would sit on the sad excuse for a bed and stare out the window. It was dirty, clouding the brilliant view, but she could imagine what it would be like if the smears weren’t there. It was a depressing sort of ordeal, because as much as she stared outside and longed to be there, she would never escape the prison she was in.

She looked away, curling up on the bed, shivering and pulling the covers around her for warmth. It was an uneasy sleep she drifted into. Darkness, splotches of blood. Screams.

They followed her everywhere she went. They were her burden, and she would carry them for all of eternity.

[ORIGINAL] The Painting on the Wall

2005-08-22T00:59:10Z

With all my old fanfiction out of the way, now I will be presenting you with all my old original fiction! Yippee!

Title: The Painting on the Wall
Pairing: N/A.
Rating: K.
Written To: N/A.
Word Count: 419.
Summary: A beautiful painting found in a dingy store, from the perspective of a very young girl.
Author's Note: I originally wrote this as an experiment, just to see what I could do with my skills. Turns out, it's the best piece I've ever written, in my opinion.

The Painting on the Wall
It was an interesting place, what the world had evolved into. Sad, more like.

Her mother had dragged her along to the store for some human necessity they were in need of. It was not the girl’s favorite place to be, not at all. She’d rather be home, anywhere but the scuffed floors and dirty walls that made up the supermarket.

The shrieks of infants bounced off the walls and into her ears. She shuddered and grabbed her mother’s hand, following close behind.

“Lily?” her mother called. “I’m going to the ladies room for a moment, you just stand right out here and wait for me, okay? Don’t talk to anyone, don’t go anywhere, just stay right here and I’ll be out soon.” She simply nodded and took her place beside the door, hands clasped, her dress falling neatly at her feet — the picture of innocence. She would wait as her mother instructed her to, like a good girl. She was always a good girl.

But then she looked around and a small frame, directly above the unsanitary water fountain on the wall, caught her eye. She couldn’t help herself, and she had to go look.

It seemed very out of place, a beautiful painting by the restrooms in a supermarket. It was of a little cottage on a hill, with a big oak tree right in front. Butterflies danced and flowers bloomed, the sun shining brighter than ever, the sky bluer than the oceans. In the young girl’s eyes, it was a masterpiece. But of all places, why was it there?

She glanced around over her shoulder. Spoiled children throwing tantrums over dolls and action figures. Trash on the ground that no one bothered to pick up. A food court with huge signs about losing weight. She stared back at the painting. No. It didn’t belong in this place, and she wanted to take it with her. But...

The door swung open. “Lily? Where are you? Lily Christine?”

She turned around. “Here, Mother,” she said softly. “I’m right here.”

“Oh, good,” her mother said with a sigh of relief. “I was worried about you. Well, no time to waste, dear. Come along.”

Again she held her mother’s hand, but as they walked on down the aisles of cleaning supplies and snack foods, she couldn’t stop staring over her shoulder at the place where the painting was. She knew she couldn’t tell her mother, because she wouldn’t understand.

The painting on the wall... someday she’d see it again.

[DI GI CHARAT] Those Without Hearts

2005-08-21T09:09:00Z

And here we have another dose of Akihabara's ~~emo~~ sweetheart: Rabi en Rose! Wooooo!

Title: Those Without Hearts
Pairing: Rabi/Minagawa.
Rating: K+.
Written To: N/A.
Word Count: 399. (Also a bit inaccurate. Again. Short. ...y.)
Summary: More of Rabi en Rose's idol reflections, and thoughts about a certain gift she received so long ago.
Author's Note: Nobody reviewed this one. h0rs! >O

Those Without Hearts

Part of being an idol means making people happy. It’s always easy at first, but as time goes by, things become increasingly more difficult.

Over the years, people pass out of your life. Special people, people you love. And while you continue to go out every night with that faux smile adorning your face, your heart is aching. Night after night, that void isn’t filled. And at some point, your heart takes its leave. You are then among those without hearts.

Still, the show must go on, and more nights pass where you have to literally make yourself happy. Can’t disappoint those fans, after all. What a way to live, right? And this is what I aspired for all my life. So ironic.

More years pass. That void still isn’t filled. You figure you ought to start selling those fake smiles of yours, they’re pretty reliable.

But on every one of those nights, there’s a certain place where your eyes linger in your room. In the corner sits an old, tattered, badly made pillow in the shape of a die. You have so many other dice related objects that were sent in by fans around your house, anyone else wouldn’t see what’s so special about that particular one. But you know. You remember.

Every now and then, you’ll pick it up and squeeze it. Quite a bit of dust comes out of it, but you don’t care. You can still remember the exact day he gave you this. Everything. Everything that happened that day.

Tears are usually shed on these occasions, but no, not this time. No longer. Your heart (or lack thereof) keeps this from happening.

You only feel an overwhelming emptiness, and stash the cushion away again, as you’ve done so many other times. And someday, you will return to it again, and the process will repeat itself.

Standing up and dusting yourself off, you smile cynically in the mirror, and leave. You have to go feed others’ happiness again. Happiness that you don’t have to spare.

[DI GI CHARAT] A Dull Glow

2005-08-21T08:57:23Z

No more KH! :D

Well. I was just staring at the entry for What Means the Most. And... and the ":O". It came out like ":O]". I'm pretty much dead with laughter now. Nope, don't expect me to be writing anymore. You can blame LJ and their wonky brackets for that. Mhm. Everyone send them flames.

...okaysoreallyi'mjustlyingtogetattentionpleasedonotstartkillingme.

Title: A Dull Glow
Pairing: Rabi/Minagawa
Rating: K+.
Written To: N/A.
Word Count: 503. (That number is completely inaccurate. I was going by what FFNET said, and in FFNET!A Dull Glow, there was a lengthy author's note before the actual fic. I'm too lazy to check for the right number. Just go by this: It's short.)
Summary: Rabi en Rose's reflections on her life.
Author's Note: This was the first in what I planned to be a series of post-Gamers Rabi drabbles. ... I only ever wrote two. Because no one ever reviewed. They couldn't handle Rabi's wangst. All except for one guy, who rocked because he actually gave me comments on the thing. The rest of the fandom = meanies.

A Dull Glow

It’s kind of sad, when you think about it.

All I remember of my early years was trying as hard as I could to be an idol. It was my dream. Everyone knew it was. But no one knew how dear it was to me.

Honestly. My parents left me with nothing but a pair of dice. Just... left me. From that moment, I knew I had to do my best. I had to. There was nothing else I could do.

So I strived, worked hard, tried my best to please everyone. Maybe I wanted to be an idol just to show everyone up, especially my parents. As far as I know, very few believed in me. Maybe that’s why I wanted so badly to be a star.

Maybe I never liked my name because it reminded me of my parents. Maybe I was disgusted with them and didn’t want to be reminded, at all, of them. I didn’t want anything left of them. Nothing. I just wanted to start over, fresh and pure again.

Then Dejiko came. Looking back, maybe I was mean to her because she reminded me too much of everything I wasn’t. She had a mother who loved her, was loved as the princess of the planet she came from. She had everything.

But then again, maybe why I truly loved her deep down was because she was everything I wasn’t. She was a glimmer of light I could hold on to, just to keep myself going. To remind myself that I could be her, if I just held on.

Then, of course, there was Minagawa. The one who believed in me the most. And the one that seemed to disappear the fastest after my dream came true. Maybe he was afraid that he wasn’t worthy of my presence anymore. He always did seem like that kind of person.

Sometimes I look back on the things we did together and I cry.

He always told me I was radiant.

I’m little more than a dull glow now.

[KINGDOM HEARTS] New Girl

2005-08-21T08:45:01Z

Insert witty phrase here.

(I hope I don't have to resort to kittens. pottersues would kill me. Damn lesbians.)

Title: New Girl
Pairing: Riku/Kairi.
Rating: K.
Written To: N/A.
Word Count: 379.
Summary: Riku could never understand girls, and, as far as he was concerned, never would.
Author's Note: I will never forgive myself for calling this thing "New Girl." SO UNORIGINAL.

New Girl

“Riku, Riku!”

The silver-haired boy looked up, seeing an overly-excited Sora in front of him. He lifted an eyebrow quizzically. “Hn?”

“There’s this new girl on the island, she’s down by the beach, I saw h—”

“She’s not anything like Selphie, is she?”

Sora shuddered visibly and made a face. “Uh-uh. If she was I would’ve stayed far away from her.”

“Good. So, what, we’re going down to see her?” Riku fiddled boredly with a paopu fruit that was hanging from the branch of his favorite tree.

“Of course, Riku! Come on!”

The boy then half-dragged his older friend down to the beach. Riku squinted his eyes against the sunlight — he could just barely see the figure of an auburn-haired girl sitting quietly by the water...

“There she is, there she is!” Sora pointed ecstatically. “Let’s go talk to her!”

He was not too keen on this idea. Girls confused him. The only girl he had experience with was, of course, the aforementioned Selphie, and her constant gigglefits and romanticism had scared poor Riku away from all females for good. He couldn’t even think of his mother without imagining that she’d been the same way in younger years after that nightmare.

Sora was the first one to bound up to the child and introduce himself, as usual. Riku stayed behind, watching curiously. Her hair was short and she wore a cute, strapped dress with purple designs. Her eyes were of a deep blue and almost reminded him of Sora’s. A necklace with a small pendant was hanging around her neck. Riku wondered absently if it had any special meaning to it.

“I’m Sora!” the other boy said cheerfully. The girl clasped her hands behind her back and looked down shyly.

“My name is Kairi,” she replied in a tiny, only barely-audible voice.

Kairi.

Riku thought it was a pretty name.

“That’s Riku,” Sora informed her, pointing at him. The same blue, blue eyes that he had observed before were now staring straight at him, and somehow it unnerved him. He looked down immediately.

Though he did not see it, the girl, blushing slightly, had done the same. “Hello... Riku.”

He couldn’t take it. He ran off, back to the sanctuary of his solitude.

Riku would never, ever be able to handle girls.

[HARRY POTTER] What Means the Most

2005-08-21T06:49:36Z

Taking a moment out of the backtracking to post this. Vulpeculan History Lessons will be resuming afterwards.

Title: What Means the Most
Pairing: Charlie/Oliver.
Rating: K+.
Written To: "Sunshine" -Keane.
Word Count: 372.
Summary: Charlie and Oliver recall their Hogwarts years and — what else? — their days of Quidditch.
Author's Note: HOURS OF PLOTTING. HOURS OF SUFFERING THROUGH ENDLESS TIMELINES. HOURS OF BEING BEATEN OVER THE HEAD BY WRITER'S BLOCK. HOURS OF FRETTING OVER HOW OOC THE ENTIRE THING WAS. But I came through! -waves little flag- To be honest, I'm inbetween loving and hating this thing. I think I'll go with loving, because it's not becoming, being mean to your fics. Written for the lovely lovely Chi, who is quite possibly the most patient girl on the planet. :D;

What Means the Most

“D’you remember your first year on the team?”

Oliver blinked and glanced away from the cloudy, clear blue sky, settling his gaze instead on the man sitting next to him. Charlie ran a hand through his vibrant red hair, staring up into the heavens as Oliver had been doing before. The younger man grinned.

“Yeah. It was great, wasn’t it?” He leaned back, his eyes gleaming ecstatically. “It was my life.”

“Was?” Charlie sniggered. “Good one.”

They laughed for a moment, but soon they were looking up to the clouds again, remembering those long-past days. Dreaming of younger selves soaring through the sky, of the wind in their hair, of...

“Remember that time when Fang chased you halfway across the grounds on your broomstick?”

Oliver was jolted out of his memories as comprehension dawned on him. He whipped around angrily to glare at Charlie, who was now looking particularly amused at the thought. He jumped to his feet. “Of course I do! You terrorized me! If I ever encountered a boggart, I have no doubt whatsoever that it would be Fang!”

Charlie was snickering devilishly, hardly able to contain himself. “Had to make sure you were... oh, cut out for the team,” he answered, as if it was a perfectly reasonable way of determining someone’s skill in Quidditch. This quite obviously did not help matters, because Oliver was still fuming when he sat down next to his companion again. But at least he was sitting.

“Bet Hagrid really approved of that one,” he muttered after awhile. This only made Charlie grin wider.

“I asked permission, you know,” he said tauntingly. “I was always his favorite, I knew he’d let me.”

Oliver’s pout twitched just the tiniest bit.

“Honestly, though?” Charlie spoke up again. Oliver looked towards him sourly out of the corner of his eye. “You’re still the best Keeper I’ve ever seen.”

The other gave the smallest sign of a smile. “It really meant a lot to me, back then,” he remarked after a moment.

“Oh? And it doesn’t now? Could’ve fooled me,” Charlie teased.

But Oliver was entirely serious when he shook his head, replying, “It’s true. What means the most to me now is you.”

[KINGDOM HEARTS] Something Strange

2005-08-19T23:48:56Z

OLD LIKE YO' MAMA >O

Title: Something Strange
Pairing: None. -collective gasp from nonexistent readers-
Rating: K.
Written To: N/A.
Word Count: 173.
Summary: Tidus finds himself remembering a time that never could have happened... or could it?
Author's Note: ...so I'm addicted to writer's crack. Wanna make something of it?! .-.;; Honestly, KH/FF connections are way too interesting to resist. This one being FFX, bcuz Y00nuh iz muh bebii, yo.

Something Strange

Tidus liked to sit by himself, near the ledge where he always trained. It was nice. He had a good view of the island and it was only him. He could just... think.

He would devise new blitzball moves, plan different tactics to beat Riku, wonder about the secrets of that cave by the waterfall. There was one thing, though, that he puzzled over the most. Something he knew was missing. Something... strange.

He’d see her in dreams sometimes. A girl. Her hair was brown and short, and her eyes were shocking. One green, one blue. Carrying her staff, she would walk solemnly — on water — and begin to spin and twirl against the sunset. There were all these people around... people he knew. And this place; he knew it too. He’d been through it all before, he was sure.

But how? He’d never been off his island before. Stupid. He was stupid.

When he thought of her, though... he could remember one thing. Her name.

Her name was Yuna.

[KINGDOM HEARTS] Broken

2005-08-19T23:34:42Z

LIKE WHOAAAAAA SO OLD

Title: Broken
Pairing: Riku/Sora.
Rating: K+.
Written To: N/A.
Word Count: 318.
Summary: How could everyone look up to him when he felt so evil on the inside? How could Sora admire the person who would ultimately cause him the most pain?
Author's Note: Aww, wangsty Riku! (Come on, you honestly couldn't tell from the title and summary? PSHHH.)

Broken

Riku had never understood how Sora could admire him so.

Yes, he was the leader, the protector, the intelligent one, almost like a community older brother to be shared by everyone. Of course, that was only on the outside. On the inside he was darkness, filled with hate and ice cold to the touch, tormented by the pitch black that infected his soul. He couldn’t see it. Why would anyone admire someone like him?

Sora would smile at him and sometimes he would almost flinch. Because in his mind, the only thing he could imagine was how he would inevitably shatter that smile, how Sora would instead glare and shout all the hurtful things in the world at him...

“You’re not who I thought you were. You were never that person at all. You’re a fake, Riku! Everyone knows who you really are now, and we hate you!”

He would begin to shake, and in reality, Sora would blink and stare at him, concerned — “Riku, are you okay?” — but Riku couldn’t hear it, couldn’t see it, he was stuck in his nightmare and he couldn’t get out and—

“And I hate you too!”

His heart would break, then and there, just one more piece of his forever incomplete heart to toss away. He would whimper, sometimes even cry, and Sora would rush forward, embrace him, tell him everything was okay. Riku would shiver and weep silently, holding onto Sora as best he could because he didn’t want to lose him. He could feel him slipping. No, no, no.

But Sora would smile that smile again, and — though the wounds still hurt — his tattered heart would slowly recover.

He would resume the position, return to that false identity that exuded power, strength... he’d continue the lie for everyone, especially Sora’s, sake.

Because really he was so fragile.

...it was all he could do until his spirit broke again.

[KINGDOM HEARTS] The Cold

2005-08-19T23:26:22Z

Omg so old.

Title: The Cold
Pairing: Riku/Sora.
Rating: K.
Written To: N/A.
Word Count: 500.
Summary: Sora catches a cold. Riku visits, bearing sugar cookies and love.
Author's Note: I rather like sugar cookies myself. :D Yeah, yeah. Written as a gift for Sakura.

The Cold

There was a knock at Sora’s door. Between coughs, the boy choked out a “come in.”

The door swung open to reveal Riku standing in the doorway, a small bag in one hand. He stepped in and shut the door behind him, then made his way over to Sora’s bed and sat down. Sora was watching the bag with interest. Riku saw this and rolled his eyes, tossing it to him. “Cookies. Sugar. I know you like them. I even went through all the trouble of having to sneak them past your mother. She was freaking out that you’d choke on one of them and die.”

Death by cookies was obviously not something that frightened Sora, because the minute he caught the package he pulled one out and shoved the entire thing in his mouth at once. This proved to be a stupid idea once the chewing-and-swallowing bit came about. Riku raised an eyebrow. “Well, if I had known that you’d end up doing that, maybe I might’ve actually listened to her.” The brunette grinned after digesting the treat successfully, then started on another one. The older boy sighed exasperatedly.

“So you’ve got a cold, huh?” Sora nodded twice as he went about chewing the second cookie. “Sucks for you. You’re lucky I’m so nice,” Riku smirked. As an afterthought, he added, “I don’t see your Kairi coming over to snuggle you and fuss over you or do anything of that sort like she usually does. I even invited her along, too.” He shook his head. “Girls, I swear. Probably afraid of the germs.”

Upon swallowing the second, Sora frowned and reached inside the bag for a third. “I’m sure she’s worried about me,” he protested, sticking the cookie in his mouth.

Riku snorted derisively. “She sure seems worried.”

“Riku...”

“Forget it.” Riku watched in silence as Sora made for his fourth cookie. “Good lord, how many did Mom put in there? I told her not to give you too many, you’re going to get on some kind of delusional sugarhigh and I’ll get blamed for it...”

“But they’re so good,” Sora pouted. “You know I love the stuff your mom bakes...”

“Maybe a bit too much.” Riku got up. “Anyway, you’re doing fine and that’s good enough for me. I’ll come by again tomorrow...”

“Riku!” Sora called out as he was heading to the door. “Wait...”

“Yeah?” the silver-haired boy asked curiously.

Sora looked down and fidgeted with his sheets. “...Stay with me, please? I don’t like being up here by myself, and Mom only comes in to bother me about taking my medicine... and...”

There was a pause.

“...I like having you near me, Riku.”

Riku stared in silence for a moment. He moved back to the bed, only this time he held Sora close. “Whatever you want.”

[KINGDOM HEARTS] Dancing

2005-08-19T23:18:44Z

Old.

Title: Dancing
Pairing: Riku/Kairi.
Rating: K.
Written To: N/A.
Word Count: 257.
Summary: When Riku was little, he used to watch Kairi dance.
Author's Note: ... I really like this one. <3 But I have to warn you. -ahem- OHEMGEE TEH DRAMA!!!11

Dancing

Ever since she came to the island, he had noticed that she loved to dance.

He would see her near the ocean by herself sometimes, twirling and spinning to music only she could hear, the short auburn hair rustling with the wind. Though she would stumble on occasion, faltering, it would still be beautiful in his eyes.

Hidden away in the shadows he would watch, wanting to touch her but not daring to. He wished he could dance with her, but was afraid of tainting something so pure. He had been scarred. When he danced, it was awkward and rough, nothing like the almost angelic movements of the one he adored. His grace had been stolen from him long ago.

So he went on, never letting her know of his presence, fearing the horrible sound of shattering glass that would be her broken innocence. So fragile, she was... He didn’t want to hurt her. It was the last thing he wanted to do.

Soon a boy came along, radiant as the girl, and they danced together. Their souls bright and shining, they almost glowed as they moved together, and the other, with his blackened heart, watched from afar. He was alone. He was envious of the boy for stealing the one thing he held dear.

But somewhere, deep inside, he knew that he could never share in their joy.

For Sora and Kairi were the light, destined to be together for eternity. And Riku was the darkness, fated to loneliness and despair until his death.

[KINGDOM HEARTS] Warmth

2005-08-19T23:10:16Z

The first in a series of fics written awhile ago. Felt the need to organize things, so here you go.

Title: Warmth
Pairing: Riku/Sora.
Rating: K+.
Written To: N/A.
Word Count: 195.
Summary: Riku battles the rain and loses. Luckily, Sora is understanding.
Author's Note: *snicker giggle teeheehee*

Warmth

Riku did not enjoy rainy days. To be quite honest, he hated them with a passion.

It was on this particular day that he had been hanging around by the paopu tree as usual, watching the ocean and thinking (which he did entirely too much). It was bright, sunny, perfect weather... and somehow it managed to start raining. Joy.

However, he was unwilling to succumb to the evil that was rain. Somehow he got it into his head that if he stood straight and unmoving, right in the center of the downpour, he would “show that rain who’s boss.” Being the prideful idiot he was, this is exactly what he did.

Unfortunately, he only realized how stupid that idea was after he’d gotten soaked.

He had taken refuge in Sora’s house and was being dried off by Sora, who had been highly amused by Riku’s little escapade. “Riku, you can beat everyone on the island bloody, but you can’t fight the rain.”

“Shut up,” Riku growled, still irked. Sora made a sympathetic ‘aww’ing noise.

“It’s okay,” he said cheerfully. He encircled his arms around Riku from behind. “I can keep you warm for now.”

[KINGDOM HEARTS] Searching and Waiting

2005-08-17T05:24:20Z

Looks like I'm over my block. :3 I wrote this to pass the time and get rid of a rather persistent plotbunny. Here goes.

(I have a strange fascination with posting which song[s] I wrote the fic to. I suppose it... helps the mood. Or something.)

Title: Searching and Waiting
Pairing: Wakka/Selphie/Tidus
Rating: Oh, I dunno. Going by that wonky ratings system at FFNET... erm... K. +. K+. Just because having the plus sign there makes it look way cooler, if you ask me.
Written To: "Aeris' Theme" -Final Fantasy VII (only because I have an unhealthy obsession with the song)
Word Count: 377.
Summary: She'll tell anyone that will listen how someday, she'll find her Prince Charming and run away from this place with him...
Author's Note: ...this one is almost creepy, it's so odd. zombie!Selphie. Haha. I'm really fond of it, though, for some reason.

Searching and Waiting

She sits on the dock often, just staring out to sea with a wide smile on her face. It is nearly impossible to decipher what she is thinking, but it is plain to see, through those vibrant green orbs, that whatever thoughts they may be, they are happy.

Smoothing out her bright yellow dress and adjusting the straps on her sandal, she’ll tell anyone that will listen how someday, she’ll find her Prince Charming and run away from this place with him. She sings passionately of love and eternity, never once stopping to imagine that that day might never come. She believes too much in it. It is almost real to her now.

Away from the dream, there are those who watch this girl. Very few understand her emotions — in fact, she wouldn’t be surprised if they thought her simply a silly romantic without a clue of how the real world works. At this she shakes her head, the corners of her mouth twitching upward grimly. No, they just don’t know.

But as these other onlookers pass her by each day, there are the two who continues to gaze at her, watching her every single day, practicing and training and looking up for a fleeting second now and then just to make sure she’s still okay, still sitting there as joyful as can be.

Leaning up against the stone wall, a lanky, red-haired teenager tosses his blitzball into the air and spins it on one finger, eyeing the back of the girl, waiting for that moment when she’ll look back and smile that brilliant smile at him. His greatest wish... it is for her to look his way.

Nothing.

Up above, throwing himself into his practice with everything he has, a younger boy, blue-eyed and sandy-haired, collapses into the railing that surrounds the upper landing. He peers over the edge to stare at her far-away figure. He wonders if she knows that he’s doing this for her, that he wants so badly to be what she wants that he is ready to die trying.

Nothing.

They are all still searching and still waiting, and the girl will never know that what she is looking for is right behind her, if she’d only turn around.

crossposted to _threescompany_ and kh_shipping