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paixaorpg2006-03-06 12:57 am
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A Reunion that's been LONG Awaited. [Closed]
Character(s): Sora, Riku
Content: Sora finds himself in Paixao and reunites with someone unexpected as he struggles to make sense of everything.
Setting: At the center of Paixao near Cid's shop
Time: Friday morning
Warnings: Angst, Mild Fluffiness, More Angst
“Mgnn...” The boy groaned, confused with his waking. The sensations with consciousness were strange, cold rather, and invasive to sound with the small chatter suddenly all around. Voices, Sora’s brain dully noted, he didn’t recognize.
His body shivered as a drop of freezing wetness plopped itself on his cheek, stirring the brunette further as it slid down to his chin. A successful chain reaction as protective lashes reluctantly rose from sky blue orbs, fluttering to blink away blurriness while the process of slumber terminated.
A pause.
Then suddenly, he couldn’t help but gasp, eyes wide as they were met with horrifying demons and angels, even griffins and long clawed dragons towering over him on the.. Ceiling? The paintings mingled with make-belief clouds that somehow poured perfect rain and mild snow. ..Sky?
What the...
He blinked again for good measures, attempting to break away confusion of what he was seeing and piece together comprehensive information - that is until the scary dream slammed back into memory, the jolt of it almost what caused him to snap up into sitting.
He remembered now! There had been grass, lots of grass; he was with Donald and Goofy, and then next thing he knew, darkness. It had almost hurt, its familiar sickening pull of his body to it sucking him in, fighting and screaming useless as it became one with the mind for hollow sleep. What a nightmare!
Donald… Goofy...
Blue eyes darted around himself, “Guys?” He called weakly, but no one answered. The crowd around him seemed to walk on as if nothing was out of the ordinary, each their own lives to attend. Pale, he noticed, the people were pale, young and almost all radiating a sense of beauty – blond hair accenting glassy blue eyes that should have reflected the ocean - but the beauty was almost fake just like the sky. Something was lacking.
Something he knew all too well: Life, emotions. The faces were mute and monotone looking, expressions extinct.
Sora didn’t know whether that was the cause or the weather, but it gave his skin a chill. With skinny arms instinctively crossing over his chest to rub at cold exposed flesh for warmth, he began to wonder where he was – and more importantly, how he got here. He hadn’t known there was a town like this nearby... Had he passed out from exhaustion and sleepwalked?
With a small blush, he frowned. How embarrassing… Even though no one seemed to notice the small boy right in the center of what appeared to be the town square. Maybe if he started by finding– The object that fell from his lap as he moved to stand made him jump as it clattered to cobblestone ground, attention darting to it instantly.
It was rather small and metallic, light in weight too as he bent forward to pick it up. He bit his lip in wonder as he examined it before looking around briefly to see who could have lost it, “Hey...” he asked aloud, “Does this belong to anyone?”
No answer. Few people turned their heads to the question as he waved the object, but no one claimed it. Waiting a few more minutes, it was soon confirmed by the silent way people eerily strode on with their private affairs that the object had been left to the realm of the forgotten.
He shrugged, bringing it to eye level for a quick peek; maybe the inside would clarify?
As it opened with an unlatched click, the sudden words etched onto the digital screen almost like a robotic message made him blink dumbly for a moment - but soon filled in a gap for many of his questions while at the same time created more than he knew how to find the answers for.
‘Welcome to the World of Paixao City, Sora.’
What…? And suddenly, it was like a brick to the face as he remembered just where he’d felt that same tugging darkness before – It hadn’t been a dream. It was sickly like the first time he’d found himself in Traverse Town, when his world was cruelly torn apart and swallowed by darkness.
Was this…? But he’d closed the doors! With Riku too! Had it…What?
Shit!
...Oh, right, mom told him not to swear!
Crap!
[OOC: GOD THIS CRAP TOOK ME FOREVER, BIGGEST BRAIN BLOCK EVAR, IGNORE THE HORRIBLENESS, I'LL EDIT TOMORROW. I'M JUST FRIKKEN SICK OF IT AND SHALL MAKE RIKUMUN WAIT NO MORE.]
Content: Sora finds himself in Paixao and reunites with someone unexpected as he struggles to make sense of everything.
Setting: At the center of Paixao near Cid's shop
Time: Friday morning
Warnings: Angst, Mild Fluffiness, More Angst
“Mgnn...” The boy groaned, confused with his waking. The sensations with consciousness were strange, cold rather, and invasive to sound with the small chatter suddenly all around. Voices, Sora’s brain dully noted, he didn’t recognize.
His body shivered as a drop of freezing wetness plopped itself on his cheek, stirring the brunette further as it slid down to his chin. A successful chain reaction as protective lashes reluctantly rose from sky blue orbs, fluttering to blink away blurriness while the process of slumber terminated.
A pause.
Then suddenly, he couldn’t help but gasp, eyes wide as they were met with horrifying demons and angels, even griffins and long clawed dragons towering over him on the.. Ceiling? The paintings mingled with make-belief clouds that somehow poured perfect rain and mild snow. ..Sky?
What the...
He blinked again for good measures, attempting to break away confusion of what he was seeing and piece together comprehensive information - that is until the scary dream slammed back into memory, the jolt of it almost what caused him to snap up into sitting.
He remembered now! There had been grass, lots of grass; he was with Donald and Goofy, and then next thing he knew, darkness. It had almost hurt, its familiar sickening pull of his body to it sucking him in, fighting and screaming useless as it became one with the mind for hollow sleep. What a nightmare!
Donald… Goofy...
Blue eyes darted around himself, “Guys?” He called weakly, but no one answered. The crowd around him seemed to walk on as if nothing was out of the ordinary, each their own lives to attend. Pale, he noticed, the people were pale, young and almost all radiating a sense of beauty – blond hair accenting glassy blue eyes that should have reflected the ocean - but the beauty was almost fake just like the sky. Something was lacking.
Something he knew all too well: Life, emotions. The faces were mute and monotone looking, expressions extinct.
Sora didn’t know whether that was the cause or the weather, but it gave his skin a chill. With skinny arms instinctively crossing over his chest to rub at cold exposed flesh for warmth, he began to wonder where he was – and more importantly, how he got here. He hadn’t known there was a town like this nearby... Had he passed out from exhaustion and sleepwalked?
With a small blush, he frowned. How embarrassing… Even though no one seemed to notice the small boy right in the center of what appeared to be the town square. Maybe if he started by finding– The object that fell from his lap as he moved to stand made him jump as it clattered to cobblestone ground, attention darting to it instantly.
It was rather small and metallic, light in weight too as he bent forward to pick it up. He bit his lip in wonder as he examined it before looking around briefly to see who could have lost it, “Hey...” he asked aloud, “Does this belong to anyone?”
No answer. Few people turned their heads to the question as he waved the object, but no one claimed it. Waiting a few more minutes, it was soon confirmed by the silent way people eerily strode on with their private affairs that the object had been left to the realm of the forgotten.
He shrugged, bringing it to eye level for a quick peek; maybe the inside would clarify?
As it opened with an unlatched click, the sudden words etched onto the digital screen almost like a robotic message made him blink dumbly for a moment - but soon filled in a gap for many of his questions while at the same time created more than he knew how to find the answers for.
‘Welcome to the World of Paixao City, Sora.’
What…? And suddenly, it was like a brick to the face as he remembered just where he’d felt that same tugging darkness before – It hadn’t been a dream. It was sickly like the first time he’d found himself in Traverse Town, when his world was cruelly torn apart and swallowed by darkness.
Was this…? But he’d closed the doors! With Riku too! Had it…What?
Shit!
...Oh, right, mom told him not to swear!
Crap!
[OOC: GOD THIS CRAP TOOK ME FOREVER, BIGGEST BRAIN BLOCK EVAR, IGNORE THE HORRIBLENESS, I'LL EDIT TOMORROW. I'M JUST FRIKKEN SICK OF IT AND SHALL MAKE RIKUMUN WAIT NO MORE.]
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Sora seemed ready to go when Riku's challenge backfired in the worst possible way. His best friend stopped smiling. He just. Stopped. And looked at him.
Riku knew exactly what he was thinking, too.
Things will never be the same. Never.
There was a reason he'd stayed on the other side of the door. It wasn't just because he had to in order to close it.
Riku was so tempted to just run away from that look. From Sora. From everything. If it could never be like it was, why bother? Their friendship was over. These last few minutes had just been...like running on autopilot or something.
When Sora spoke, it only made the feeling worse.
There were so many things Riku wanted to say in response to that summary of the events that had transpired between them since they'd left home. I was never fighting against you. And so many things he could have said about all the times he'd asked Sora to come with him, extended that hand, encouraged him to fight alongside him, and Sora had turned away. It was Sora who had challeneged him first. Who had raised the Keyblade against Riku when all he'd asked...
He couldn't think about that now. And, much as he wanted to, Riku couldn't run away, either. At least. Not yet.
"For Kairi."
Riku's nostrils flared, a reaction he could not help as it was a byproduct of his having suppressed a sneer. Yeah. For Kairi. It was always Kairi.
Some days, Riku wished he didn't love her so much. It would have been so much easier to just hate her.
And so it was a very subdued Riku who responded to Sora's offer. "Yeah." His voice came out soft, but not quite weak. He felt a little sick.
Maybe more than a little.
What else was he supposed to say?
"Let's go."
Riku led the way back to Cid's.
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Sora frowned when his friend never seemed to acknowledge his hand, this strange awkwardness igniting feelings of worry. The response even lacked enthusiasm, stabbing a soft hurt in his chest.
Riku...
Even as the older boy turned to leave, the brunette just stood there, feeling as guilty as ever. What had he done? Why did Riku suddenly just...?
As the retreating back of his best friend became too unbearable to just keep watching in confused hurt, Sora finally gave himself a boost to start following.
Mutely, he vowed another promise.
No way am I going to lose sight of you again, Riku! I promise. I don't care if you hate me and want me dead, I won't let you go!
I...
I need you. I need both of you.
Sora remained silent the whole way.