As Riku headed for shade, he both felt and heard someone following along behind him.
The hissing chatter in a language no normal human could understand, along with the singular feel of it told him exactly what his follower was.
He felt a headache coming on.
If it had just been pursuing him to attack, that would have been one thing. But, no. There was a particular resonant tone to the feel of the Shadow and the sounds it was making.
It was following its leader.
Riku drew the Soul Eater and whirled around as he passed beneath the shadow cast by the arch, just in time to see the pathetic creature fall into the comforting shade after him. It pulled its knees up to its chest in a very human gesture and looked up at him expectantly.
"Damnit."
Riku collapsed onto a nearby crumble of stone.
He was not Ansem. And he didn't have any Heartless treats.
Why was it following him?
He rested the sculpted flat of the blade on his knee and let out a frustrated sigh. It felt good just to hold his sword again.
He took what comfort he could from it as he looked back at the line waiting to pass through the gates, trying to ignore the usual pointless and repetitive Shadow-babble his tag-along was chittering at him.
Yeah, yeah yeah, he thought. Dark. Hearts.
He'd learned not to expect a clever satirical monologue from the Heartless, but he thought a little variety in the babble now and then wouldn't have killed them.
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The hissing chatter in a language no normal human could understand, along with the singular feel of it told him exactly what his follower was.
He felt a headache coming on.
If it had just been pursuing him to attack, that would have been one thing. But, no. There was a particular resonant tone to the feel of the Shadow and the sounds it was making.
It was following its leader.
Riku drew the Soul Eater and whirled around as he passed beneath the shadow cast by the arch, just in time to see the pathetic creature fall into the comforting shade after him. It pulled its knees up to its chest in a very human gesture and looked up at him expectantly.
"Damnit."
Riku collapsed onto a nearby crumble of stone.
He was not Ansem.
And he didn't have any Heartless treats.
Why was it following him?
He rested the sculpted flat of the blade on his knee and let out a frustrated sigh. It felt good just to hold his sword again.
He took what comfort he could from it as he looked back at the line waiting to pass through the gates, trying to ignore the usual pointless and repetitive Shadow-babble his tag-along was chittering at him.
Yeah, yeah yeah, he thought. Dark. Hearts.
He'd learned not to expect a clever satirical monologue from the Heartless, but he thought a little variety in the babble now and then wouldn't have killed them.