A Riku introspective, inspired by Keyblade Shards' excellent fanfic starring Roxas (and I can't remember the name right now for the life of me).
--An Argument for Darkness--
--by Darkened Heart--
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts and all related characters are copyright to Square Enix, Disney, and all other affiliated parties. Parts of the storyline are my original creation, and therefore, they belong to me.
--Chapter One--
There are two kinds of strength - the kind you get from chasing your destiny, and the kind you get from suffering. Both involve struggling against a force that wants to hold you back, and force that will do ANYTHING to keep you down.
People tell me that my strength is the kind born of suffering. I guess they're right. Having Ansem's brand of darkness inside my heart hasn't been a party.
Sometimes, I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't been so desperate to leave Destiny Islands. But there's no point in worrying about what could have been - destiny wouldn't have let me change it anyway.
Sora once asked me why I tried to do everything myself. I answered that it was because I wasn't a total sap like him, but I was just trying to cover up my shame. My guilt.
Maybe. . .I should start at the beginning. Sora got to tell you HIS story; now it's time you heard mine.
--
It had been weeks, but I was finally carrying the last log for our raft along the beach. Of course, I held it solidly against my side. Sora could hardly carry the same kind of log, but the kid tried. I bet he could probably lift one easily now; that Keyblade isn't exactly light.
Heh. Anyway, I was almost to the raft when I saw Sora and Kairi just talking on the beach.
"Hey!" I called, catching their attention. "Aren't you guys forgetting about me?"
After a pause, I added, "So, I guess I'm the only one working on the raft."
I tossed the log to Sora, who fell on his back in an attempt to catch it. I walked up to Kairi and gave her a disapproving look.
"And you're just as lazy as he is." I couldn't stop a smirk from making its way onto my face.
Kairi just giggled and responded with an uncaring "So you noticed."
If I had to pick the one thing that set all of this in motion, it would be Kairi. She came to islands when Sora and I were still just kids, and she lived in the Mayor's house. Sora was fascinated by her, but I would've rather built my sandcastle. I swore back then that it would last forever, and that everyone would speak of me as 'Riku, the one who built the greatest sandcastle ever.'
I had completely forgotten about rain. I managed to cover it up by saying that I was bored with making it, but I was, in fact, disappointed and upset.
Anyway, Sora and I met outside his house one morning, since I always woke up earlier than he did, and we went to the mayor's house together.
It was a big house, bigger than mine or Sora's. Maybe the size of it intimidated Sora, or maybe it was just childish shyness. Either way, when we got there, Sora stepped back.
"What's wrong?" I asked, turning to face him. I started laughing when I saw his face. IT was beat red, even though he tried to hide it by looking at his feet.
"Hey, stop that!" Sora said, now meeting my eyes and trying his best to look intimidating despite the redness of his face. I managed to stop laughing but I couldn't help the right side of my mouth, which decided to remain in a smirk-like state.
"What, are you scared?" I asked, even though I knew the answer. This was the same stunt he'd pulled when we'd explored the Secret Place. He'd dragged me along to find the monster that lurked inside just a few weeks before.
Now that I think of it, maybe. . .No, that's not it. I didn't know what that door and that jeyhole were for back then, and I didn't care, either. I thought it was weird that there was a door and keyhole in the middle of a room of rocks, but I was much more concerned about 'told-you-sos'.
Sora didn't answer me. He didn't need to. I knew he was scared, and even though I was annoyed that he'd just dragged me along for his dirty work, I was also gratified.
"Alright, I'll get it." I said, my smirk turning into a smile (even though it was a still a mocking one), and I stepped up to the door and knocked three times.
--An Argument for Darkness--
--by Darkened Heart--
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts and all related characters are copyright to Square Enix, Disney, and all other affiliated parties. Parts of the storyline are my original creation, and therefore, they belong to me.
--Chapter One--
There are two kinds of strength - the kind you get from chasing your destiny, and the kind you get from suffering. Both involve struggling against a force that wants to hold you back, and force that will do ANYTHING to keep you down.
People tell me that my strength is the kind born of suffering. I guess they're right. Having Ansem's brand of darkness inside my heart hasn't been a party.
Sometimes, I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't been so desperate to leave Destiny Islands. But there's no point in worrying about what could have been - destiny wouldn't have let me change it anyway.
Sora once asked me why I tried to do everything myself. I answered that it was because I wasn't a total sap like him, but I was just trying to cover up my shame. My guilt.
Maybe. . .I should start at the beginning. Sora got to tell you HIS story; now it's time you heard mine.
--
It had been weeks, but I was finally carrying the last log for our raft along the beach. Of course, I held it solidly against my side. Sora could hardly carry the same kind of log, but the kid tried. I bet he could probably lift one easily now; that Keyblade isn't exactly light.
Heh. Anyway, I was almost to the raft when I saw Sora and Kairi just talking on the beach.
"Hey!" I called, catching their attention. "Aren't you guys forgetting about me?"
After a pause, I added, "So, I guess I'm the only one working on the raft."
I tossed the log to Sora, who fell on his back in an attempt to catch it. I walked up to Kairi and gave her a disapproving look.
"And you're just as lazy as he is." I couldn't stop a smirk from making its way onto my face.
Kairi just giggled and responded with an uncaring "So you noticed."
If I had to pick the one thing that set all of this in motion, it would be Kairi. She came to islands when Sora and I were still just kids, and she lived in the Mayor's house. Sora was fascinated by her, but I would've rather built my sandcastle. I swore back then that it would last forever, and that everyone would speak of me as 'Riku, the one who built the greatest sandcastle ever.'
I had completely forgotten about rain. I managed to cover it up by saying that I was bored with making it, but I was, in fact, disappointed and upset.
Anyway, Sora and I met outside his house one morning, since I always woke up earlier than he did, and we went to the mayor's house together.
It was a big house, bigger than mine or Sora's. Maybe the size of it intimidated Sora, or maybe it was just childish shyness. Either way, when we got there, Sora stepped back.
"What's wrong?" I asked, turning to face him. I started laughing when I saw his face. IT was beat red, even though he tried to hide it by looking at his feet.
"Hey, stop that!" Sora said, now meeting my eyes and trying his best to look intimidating despite the redness of his face. I managed to stop laughing but I couldn't help the right side of my mouth, which decided to remain in a smirk-like state.
"What, are you scared?" I asked, even though I knew the answer. This was the same stunt he'd pulled when we'd explored the Secret Place. He'd dragged me along to find the monster that lurked inside just a few weeks before.
Now that I think of it, maybe. . .No, that's not it. I didn't know what that door and that jeyhole were for back then, and I didn't care, either. I thought it was weird that there was a door and keyhole in the middle of a room of rocks, but I was much more concerned about 'told-you-sos'.
Sora didn't answer me. He didn't need to. I knew he was scared, and even though I was annoyed that he'd just dragged me along for his dirty work, I was also gratified.
"Alright, I'll get it." I said, my smirk turning into a smile (even though it was a still a mocking one), and I stepped up to the door and knocked three times.
