KH Drabble: Important Things
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way2dawnBoth today and yesterday, I was planning on writing things for Awakenings with Shinji & co. Both today and yesterday, I ended up writing something different. ...Well, I suppose yesterday's writing was still technically Awakenings, but Shinji was unconscious and Asuka and Riku were being tsundereish, so I'm not really sure if that counts.
Anyway. Like I said, I was planning on writing Awakenings stuff, but I got pulled off-track a little and ended up looking up and cross-referencing translations for some of the KH2 novels. Then I started thinking about some of the scenes in the novels that weren't in the game and ended up trying to answer a timeline/continuity[/characterization implications?] question I've had for quite some time. I'm not sure if this drabble completely answered it, but I think it's definitely one of the possibilities of how things could've happened.
Title: Important Things
Author:way2dawn
Characters/Pairings: Riku, XH
Rating: PGish
Word Count: 537
Summary: Maybe that was why it was there.
A/N: Unbeta'd, so be gentle. This is partially based on a scene from the KHII novels, where Riku fights Xemnas in Twilight Town. I’m… not sure if it’s canon for the Awakenings verse or not.
Important Things
“You shouldn’t be here.” He tightened his grip on his weapon.
“And yet… here I am.” It wasn’t funny. Riku bristled, but it only made the person he was speaking to smile wider. “That’s a shiny new toy you’ve got there, Riku.”
“It’s none of your business.”
“Something must have happened, right? I don’t recall seeing this part of your heart before.” He meant the stained glass, of course. A year ago, Riku might’ve risen to that bait, but he wasn’t about to screw this up now, not when he’d finally gotten something that he didn’t have to borrow or steal from someone else, something that was his own.
“I don’t have time for you,” Riku merely responded, sliding smoothly into his battle stance. There were people he needed to protect, and this new development was simply making it a little easier to do exactly that.
“Don’t go getting a big head again,” Ansem – no, Xehanort’s Heartless, and the thought that Riku’d been using the wrong name all this time was irritating – retorted, smile suddenly becoming a great deal sharper, his ever-present rage sitting just under the surface and waiting for an excuse to be let free. “Did you think I can’t feel who’s standing in front of you this very moment?” He was barely keeping his anger in check. “Did you honestly think I wouldn’t notice, Riku? That’s not a fight you’ll be able to win.”
“You always forget the most important thing,” Riku said, and the answer was clearer than ever. It was strange, though… while it felt right in his hand, he didn’t think he needed a keyblade to say it. Maybe that was why it was there. “Whether I win the fight right now or not doesn’t matter, as long as I keep fighting.” With that, Ansem’s rage was gone for the time being, and he burst into laughter. It was a laugh that always made Riku want to shudder, to cover his ears and squeeze his eyes shut when it brought up memories he’d rather not think about, but that wasn’t going to accomplish anything right now, so he refused to do it. And Riku’d called him by the wrong name again, hadn’t he? That was going to be a hard habit to break.
“Very well, Riku. If you are so eager to lose,” the Heartless responded, that sharp smile of his returning, “then go, fight your impossible battle; I will enjoy watching him defeat you, and then, when he has made you small and weak once more, I will enjoy reminding you what defeat at my hands is.” He paused for dramatic effect. “Unless you would like me to help you like I did with that other losing battle, against that other Nobody?” He meant Roxas, but Riku didn’t think help was an appropriate word for it.
“No thanks,” Riku replied, eyes narrowing. Ansem – Xehanort’s Heartless – merely continued smiling as he drifted back into the darkness of Riku’s heart. When Riku had the area to himself once more, his stance relaxed and the next door appeared; he knew, instinctively, that it would lead him out of the inner spaces in his heart and back to the outside world. Riku didn’t hesitate.
Anyway. Like I said, I was planning on writing Awakenings stuff, but I got pulled off-track a little and ended up looking up and cross-referencing translations for some of the KH2 novels. Then I started thinking about some of the scenes in the novels that weren't in the game and ended up trying to answer a timeline/continuity[/characterization implications?] question I've had for quite some time. I'm not sure if this drabble completely answered it, but I think it's definitely one of the possibilities of how things could've happened.
Title: Important Things
Author:
way2dawnCharacters/Pairings: Riku, XH
Rating: PGish
Word Count: 537
Summary: Maybe that was why it was there.
A/N: Unbeta'd, so be gentle. This is partially based on a scene from the KHII novels, where Riku fights Xemnas in Twilight Town. I’m… not sure if it’s canon for the Awakenings verse or not.
Important Things
“You shouldn’t be here.” He tightened his grip on his weapon.
“And yet… here I am.” It wasn’t funny. Riku bristled, but it only made the person he was speaking to smile wider. “That’s a shiny new toy you’ve got there, Riku.”
“It’s none of your business.”
“Something must have happened, right? I don’t recall seeing this part of your heart before.” He meant the stained glass, of course. A year ago, Riku might’ve risen to that bait, but he wasn’t about to screw this up now, not when he’d finally gotten something that he didn’t have to borrow or steal from someone else, something that was his own.
“I don’t have time for you,” Riku merely responded, sliding smoothly into his battle stance. There were people he needed to protect, and this new development was simply making it a little easier to do exactly that.
“Don’t go getting a big head again,” Ansem – no, Xehanort’s Heartless, and the thought that Riku’d been using the wrong name all this time was irritating – retorted, smile suddenly becoming a great deal sharper, his ever-present rage sitting just under the surface and waiting for an excuse to be let free. “Did you think I can’t feel who’s standing in front of you this very moment?” He was barely keeping his anger in check. “Did you honestly think I wouldn’t notice, Riku? That’s not a fight you’ll be able to win.”
“You always forget the most important thing,” Riku said, and the answer was clearer than ever. It was strange, though… while it felt right in his hand, he didn’t think he needed a keyblade to say it. Maybe that was why it was there. “Whether I win the fight right now or not doesn’t matter, as long as I keep fighting.” With that, Ansem’s rage was gone for the time being, and he burst into laughter. It was a laugh that always made Riku want to shudder, to cover his ears and squeeze his eyes shut when it brought up memories he’d rather not think about, but that wasn’t going to accomplish anything right now, so he refused to do it. And Riku’d called him by the wrong name again, hadn’t he? That was going to be a hard habit to break.
“Very well, Riku. If you are so eager to lose,” the Heartless responded, that sharp smile of his returning, “then go, fight your impossible battle; I will enjoy watching him defeat you, and then, when he has made you small and weak once more, I will enjoy reminding you what defeat at my hands is.” He paused for dramatic effect. “Unless you would like me to help you like I did with that other losing battle, against that other Nobody?” He meant Roxas, but Riku didn’t think help was an appropriate word for it.
“No thanks,” Riku replied, eyes narrowing. Ansem – Xehanort’s Heartless – merely continued smiling as he drifted back into the darkness of Riku’s heart. When Riku had the area to himself once more, his stance relaxed and the next door appeared; he knew, instinctively, that it would lead him out of the inner spaces in his heart and back to the outside world. Riku didn’t hesitate.
