WIP: KH2, Enough
Sora frowned, because Kairi was looking unhappy, and not talking to him, and Riku never talked to him, but it was somehow worse this time, because he was pretty sure Riku wasn’t angry or sulking or brooding about the usual thing.
And it was somehow more difficult because they were back on Destiny Islands, and it was a problem that could not be solved with the warm metal of a Keyblade in his hands, and despite the scars all over his body he thought that might be easier.
Here, things weren’t so simple as win or lose, and that was an almost terrifying difference. Because he didn’t wasn’t to lose. Not the most important people in the worlds to him.
And so he hoped that Kairi would forgive him that the chocolate wasn’t one of the expensive kinds, because though he had a lot of munny he didn’t have a lot of gil, and anyway, they’d tried one of the expensive kinds before and hadn’t liked it. And after buying a box of one of her favorites, he only just had enough to buy a small box of the kind Riku liked, which he hoped Riku still liked because Riku could be fickle as hell when he wanted to be.
When he presented the box to her, with the words “Dearly Beloved” on the top, she gave him a slow smile in return, and he took that as permission to snuggle up against her and put his arm around her shoulders.
“Guilty pleasure” was a term guiltily taught to him by Pence, and he always applied it to Kairi because being with Kairi made him feel so good inside.
Sora didn’t ask what was wrong, because something was obviously wrong, and he knew a lot of people called him an idiot, but he didn’t like to be an idiot when it came to things like this.
“It’s…Riku,” she finally said, as if it had taken her great pains to admit it. She looked up at him through her lashes, as if she was ashamed, and he squeezed her shoulder because it was Kairi and there was nothing to be ashamed about.
“It’s…it’s like…” Kairi looked utterly miserable. “He’s like he was before the…adventure. He doesn’t talk to us, and when he does, it’s like he’s trying to say something else.” Kairi buried her face in her hands and Sora hugged her closer, because he knew she was remembering a certain incident at a certain pier.
But, dammit, he thought they were past all of that. They’d found each other. The three of them had made it back alive. Sora felt foolish for thinking that that was enough.
It wasn’t, of course. They’d all been separated for more than a year, doing their own thing. With their own thoughts. Fighting their individual battles.
Sora wondered why this was still enough to divide them. Brushed a kiss on her forehead, and comforted her as much as he could.
The next part of this is Riku’s, but I wrote this, and then stopped writing before reaching Riku’s part, so I’m having trouble with his; namely, maintaining the rambly style. Riku’s wants to be sparse, which is just sigh. ;;_;;
plotbunnies/quotes/etc, writings | Jac the Tripper | 20 January 2008 |
