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Okay, this is a really long post but I've gotten a lot of people saying they like this story so I hope you guys do too.
I’m so tired of decisions! Why should I have to make them all, I mean, wasn’t it Sora’s job to save the world? I can’t think like that, Sora’s my friend. . .even though I tired to kill him. Ha, that’s really sad now that you think about it. I had all the powers of darkness at my fingertips and I still couldn’t do the spiky-haired dork in. Then again, I wasn’t really the one fighting him, it was that asshole Ansem. Well, at least we were out of that damn castle. Those damn cards were really getting on my nerves. And those people! Who gave them the right to go into my memories! Oh yeah, that’s right, I don’t have any memories, since my heart threw them all away for darkness. Well, at least I wasn’t alone, I had Mickey with me. I was so happy when he appeared in front of me in that damn castle. If it wasn’t for him, I probably wouldn’t be able to think these thoughts because I would’ve become a puppet for that metro sexual Ansem. "I used to think that darkness was nothing but evil, but I don’t think that since I’ve met you," hm, that’s what Mickey said before we set off. "You walk in neither the light nor dark, but in the twilight," the words of the bondage-fetish DiZ. What the hell is that supposed to mean! Oh well, if I think about it to hard I’ll probably get a headache and that’s torture if your partner is a mouse that sounds like he’s in a constant state of hormone change.
Speaking of the mouse, Mickey began to hum some song that I’ve never heard before, smiling and skipping as he did so. He reminded me of Selphie yet a bit more pleasant to be around. She wasn’t exactly one of my favorite people since she had caught me practicing with my wooden sword, pretending the palm tree was a monster trying to get Kairi. She thought I was crazy and had to make everyone else think so as well. Luckily Sora came to my rescue and started to pretend he was the monster and chased her off. That was one thing I missed about him, if one of use were in trouble, the other would get the other out. But I don’t think that will happen anymore. . .I don’t think he’ll even talk to me again. He is the so called ‘warrior of light’. But what was I? I didn’t belong anywhere, good or bad. Sometimes I wonder if it would’ve been better just to submit to Ansem and have Mickey destroy me. At least then I’d know where I stand. Nah, Mickey would’ve found a way to save me. "I’ll find a way to save you Riku, you won’t go down that road again." Remembering this made me smile. I still had him if no one else forgave me, didn’t I?
Well, as anyone who is lost in thought, you know how you get. You’re really not paying attention where you’re going or what’s in front of you, right? Well, I wasn’t and I guess Mickey thought now would be a good time to get right in front of me and re-tie his shoe. Bad idea, because I never saw him and my foot got caught in his backside and tumbled over, causing my chin to come in contact with the ground. You’d think that a dirt path would be a little soft, right. Wrong! That damn thing hurt! But I’d rather not bore you with details of the road I chose. A few select words should do it: green grass as far as you could see with a small yellow dirt road down the middle. Boring as hell, and beginning to get on my nerves.
Mickey got up, or should I say crawled out from under me, and came up to my side. His humongous eyeballs looked at me with so much worry in them I thought I might’ve stabbed myself with my Soul Eater. "Your chin!" He shouted, "It’s busted! Ew, it’s bleeding too!"
"Of course it’s bleeding! What did you think would happen, cotton candy would ooze out of my face?" That sounded a little mean, but I was in a bad mood and didn’t feel like a conversation while my chin was turning into a red waterfall.
Mickey knew this, he was getting good at reading my moods since he was practically my shadow. "You’re gonna need stitches, and get it cleaned or else it’ll get infected." He tore off a piece of the black robe we took before leaving the castle and began to clean my wound. I would’ve thanked him for it but I wasn’t exactly in a ‘jump for joy’ mood.
"I thought you would’ve been a little more surefooted than that Riku."
Great, someone saw me fall, and it wasn’t just any someone, it had to be DiZ. This guy gave me a chill every time I saw him. He reminded me to much of, well, him, but then he didn’t smell evil. He didn’t smell good either, not meaning he stank, just that he didn’t smell of the light. But he did say he ‘walked in the twilight’ as I do. Maybe that’s what it means, a combination of light and dark. Anyway, I turned to the bondage freak and snapped, "What are you? My stalker?"
This caused Mickey to giggle but he stopped when DiZ shot him a cold look. Well, eye, since his entire face, instead of his left eye and mouth, was covered in some sort of red bandage tape. He moved his orange eye from the king to my shape leaned over on the ground, holding the piece of cloth up to my chin. "I’m not your stalker, I am your observer," he said. This guy’s a freak! And I’m supposed to do what he says. Wait, what he says, he’s not giving me orders!
I shot up, which wasn’t a good idea. I guess I had lost more blood than I thought because I began to see a world of fuzz and felt woozy. I gathered my composure though and spat out, "So I’m a science experiment?"
"You were to Vexen," he shot back.
That left me speechless. I was and experiment and hated Vexen for it. He made an exact copy of me, yeah, created it but I was the one who had to kill him. "What are you thinking?"
He looked up at me with this pathetic smile, do I really look that helpless at times, and gasped, "I’m a fake, everything about me is fake. So where does my heart go now? Will I just. . .disappear?" I didn’t have an answer for him, or me, or whatever he was. I just said that it will probably go where mine goes. . .and he just looked at me and laughed before he took his final breath.
"Riku?" That squeaky voice brought me out of my state of mind. I looked down to find Mickey staring up at me. "Are you alright pal?"
I smiled, I didn’t want him to worry. After all, he did save my life, sorta. "I-I’m fine, don’t worry." I looked back up to continue arguing with DiZ just to find the guy had disappeared. What is it with people and leaving in a flash before you’re finished talking with them? Well, I guess I did that to Sora a lot when I was, well, lets just say ‘lost’.
"Where’d he go?" Mickey asked. He began to move his head in every direction that it could possibly go. I laughed at him a little, and you would to if you saw a giant rat moving a head the size of a beach ball with ears three times bigger than that. He stopped and moved around, trying not to trip, which was quite a task for him at the moment. Half-way, well, there really wasn’t a "half-way" if you’ve been traveling on a road that goes on forever, Mickey turned to face me and ran back. Out of breath he gasped, "I-I wish I c-could remember where I’ve seen him before."
"Maybe he’s just one of those people?" I said, shrugging. He did seem familiar, but I’d rather not think of who he reminds me of. He was gone, right? Or at least in submission since he’s still in the darkness of my heart.
Mickey put is finger to his lip and raised an eye-brow. I’ve learned that this is his "thinking face", and not to disturb him while in it or he’d freak. He made this horrible screeching noise which caused me to jump, "I KNOW WHERE I’VE SEEN HIM!"
"That’s great! Just don’t scream like that again!" God! What was he, a freaking five-year-old?
His face changed to a weird, nervous smile, "Ah, you wouldn’t be interested. . ."
"You’d be surprised," This was getting old. He was trying to hide something from me, I could tell.
He backed away, waving his hands around like he could fan away my suspicions. He let out a laugh and said, "N-no," he stuttered, "r-really, It’s no one you’d know any. . .hey!"
By this time I had walked, or more like rushed, up to him and grabbed him by his saucer shaped ears, "Mickey. . ." I said in a threatening tone.
He began to struggle in my grip and was becoming harder to hold onto when he cried, "Alright. Alright! . .I’ll tell you," he paused, "BUT YOU WON’T LIKE IT!" I had to let go of him to cover my ears, and you would to if you heard a sound like an eraser board being scratched was screaming in your ear.
He stood back and took in a deep breath.
"Well?!" I was becoming impatient, crossing my arms and tapping my foot like someone’s mom does when their child did something wrong, and that was lame.
He looked at me like he was on death row. Damn it! He had to give me that look. If Kairi were here she’d probably go on about "you leave him alone!" or "aw, he’s so cute!" and then make a face at me and punch my arm. It didn’t hurt but it made me feel bad because I’d made her mad. I sighed and looked at my partner, "Fine, you don’t have to tell me." Damn, I hate it when I give in. Is that why I lost to Sora, because I felt guilty fighting my friend?
I’m so tired of decisions! Why should I have to make them all, I mean, wasn’t it Sora’s job to save the world? I can’t think like that, Sora’s my friend. . .even though I tired to kill him. Ha, that’s really sad now that you think about it. I had all the powers of darkness at my fingertips and I still couldn’t do the spiky-haired dork in. Then again, I wasn’t really the one fighting him, it was that asshole Ansem. Well, at least we were out of that damn castle. Those damn cards were really getting on my nerves. And those people! Who gave them the right to go into my memories! Oh yeah, that’s right, I don’t have any memories, since my heart threw them all away for darkness. Well, at least I wasn’t alone, I had Mickey with me. I was so happy when he appeared in front of me in that damn castle. If it wasn’t for him, I probably wouldn’t be able to think these thoughts because I would’ve become a puppet for that metro sexual Ansem. "I used to think that darkness was nothing but evil, but I don’t think that since I’ve met you," hm, that’s what Mickey said before we set off. "You walk in neither the light nor dark, but in the twilight," the words of the bondage-fetish DiZ. What the hell is that supposed to mean! Oh well, if I think about it to hard I’ll probably get a headache and that’s torture if your partner is a mouse that sounds like he’s in a constant state of hormone change.
Speaking of the mouse, Mickey began to hum some song that I’ve never heard before, smiling and skipping as he did so. He reminded me of Selphie yet a bit more pleasant to be around. She wasn’t exactly one of my favorite people since she had caught me practicing with my wooden sword, pretending the palm tree was a monster trying to get Kairi. She thought I was crazy and had to make everyone else think so as well. Luckily Sora came to my rescue and started to pretend he was the monster and chased her off. That was one thing I missed about him, if one of use were in trouble, the other would get the other out. But I don’t think that will happen anymore. . .I don’t think he’ll even talk to me again. He is the so called ‘warrior of light’. But what was I? I didn’t belong anywhere, good or bad. Sometimes I wonder if it would’ve been better just to submit to Ansem and have Mickey destroy me. At least then I’d know where I stand. Nah, Mickey would’ve found a way to save me. "I’ll find a way to save you Riku, you won’t go down that road again." Remembering this made me smile. I still had him if no one else forgave me, didn’t I?
Well, as anyone who is lost in thought, you know how you get. You’re really not paying attention where you’re going or what’s in front of you, right? Well, I wasn’t and I guess Mickey thought now would be a good time to get right in front of me and re-tie his shoe. Bad idea, because I never saw him and my foot got caught in his backside and tumbled over, causing my chin to come in contact with the ground. You’d think that a dirt path would be a little soft, right. Wrong! That damn thing hurt! But I’d rather not bore you with details of the road I chose. A few select words should do it: green grass as far as you could see with a small yellow dirt road down the middle. Boring as hell, and beginning to get on my nerves.
Mickey got up, or should I say crawled out from under me, and came up to my side. His humongous eyeballs looked at me with so much worry in them I thought I might’ve stabbed myself with my Soul Eater. "Your chin!" He shouted, "It’s busted! Ew, it’s bleeding too!"
"Of course it’s bleeding! What did you think would happen, cotton candy would ooze out of my face?" That sounded a little mean, but I was in a bad mood and didn’t feel like a conversation while my chin was turning into a red waterfall.
Mickey knew this, he was getting good at reading my moods since he was practically my shadow. "You’re gonna need stitches, and get it cleaned or else it’ll get infected." He tore off a piece of the black robe we took before leaving the castle and began to clean my wound. I would’ve thanked him for it but I wasn’t exactly in a ‘jump for joy’ mood.
"I thought you would’ve been a little more surefooted than that Riku."
Great, someone saw me fall, and it wasn’t just any someone, it had to be DiZ. This guy gave me a chill every time I saw him. He reminded me to much of, well, him, but then he didn’t smell evil. He didn’t smell good either, not meaning he stank, just that he didn’t smell of the light. But he did say he ‘walked in the twilight’ as I do. Maybe that’s what it means, a combination of light and dark. Anyway, I turned to the bondage freak and snapped, "What are you? My stalker?"
This caused Mickey to giggle but he stopped when DiZ shot him a cold look. Well, eye, since his entire face, instead of his left eye and mouth, was covered in some sort of red bandage tape. He moved his orange eye from the king to my shape leaned over on the ground, holding the piece of cloth up to my chin. "I’m not your stalker, I am your observer," he said. This guy’s a freak! And I’m supposed to do what he says. Wait, what he says, he’s not giving me orders!
I shot up, which wasn’t a good idea. I guess I had lost more blood than I thought because I began to see a world of fuzz and felt woozy. I gathered my composure though and spat out, "So I’m a science experiment?"
"You were to Vexen," he shot back.
That left me speechless. I was and experiment and hated Vexen for it. He made an exact copy of me, yeah, created it but I was the one who had to kill him. "What are you thinking?"
He looked up at me with this pathetic smile, do I really look that helpless at times, and gasped, "I’m a fake, everything about me is fake. So where does my heart go now? Will I just. . .disappear?" I didn’t have an answer for him, or me, or whatever he was. I just said that it will probably go where mine goes. . .and he just looked at me and laughed before he took his final breath.
"Riku?" That squeaky voice brought me out of my state of mind. I looked down to find Mickey staring up at me. "Are you alright pal?"
I smiled, I didn’t want him to worry. After all, he did save my life, sorta. "I-I’m fine, don’t worry." I looked back up to continue arguing with DiZ just to find the guy had disappeared. What is it with people and leaving in a flash before you’re finished talking with them? Well, I guess I did that to Sora a lot when I was, well, lets just say ‘lost’.
"Where’d he go?" Mickey asked. He began to move his head in every direction that it could possibly go. I laughed at him a little, and you would to if you saw a giant rat moving a head the size of a beach ball with ears three times bigger than that. He stopped and moved around, trying not to trip, which was quite a task for him at the moment. Half-way, well, there really wasn’t a "half-way" if you’ve been traveling on a road that goes on forever, Mickey turned to face me and ran back. Out of breath he gasped, "I-I wish I c-could remember where I’ve seen him before."
"Maybe he’s just one of those people?" I said, shrugging. He did seem familiar, but I’d rather not think of who he reminds me of. He was gone, right? Or at least in submission since he’s still in the darkness of my heart.
Mickey put is finger to his lip and raised an eye-brow. I’ve learned that this is his "thinking face", and not to disturb him while in it or he’d freak. He made this horrible screeching noise which caused me to jump, "I KNOW WHERE I’VE SEEN HIM!"
"That’s great! Just don’t scream like that again!" God! What was he, a freaking five-year-old?
His face changed to a weird, nervous smile, "Ah, you wouldn’t be interested. . ."
"You’d be surprised," This was getting old. He was trying to hide something from me, I could tell.
He backed away, waving his hands around like he could fan away my suspicions. He let out a laugh and said, "N-no," he stuttered, "r-really, It’s no one you’d know any. . .hey!"
By this time I had walked, or more like rushed, up to him and grabbed him by his saucer shaped ears, "Mickey. . ." I said in a threatening tone.
He began to struggle in my grip and was becoming harder to hold onto when he cried, "Alright. Alright! . .I’ll tell you," he paused, "BUT YOU WON’T LIKE IT!" I had to let go of him to cover my ears, and you would to if you heard a sound like an eraser board being scratched was screaming in your ear.
He stood back and took in a deep breath.
"Well?!" I was becoming impatient, crossing my arms and tapping my foot like someone’s mom does when their child did something wrong, and that was lame.
He looked at me like he was on death row. Damn it! He had to give me that look. If Kairi were here she’d probably go on about "you leave him alone!" or "aw, he’s so cute!" and then make a face at me and punch my arm. It didn’t hurt but it made me feel bad because I’d made her mad. I sighed and looked at my partner, "Fine, you don’t have to tell me." Damn, I hate it when I give in. Is that why I lost to Sora, because I felt guilty fighting my friend?