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ruinations2019-02-03 10:40 pm
dawnward) wrote in ruinations2019-02-03 10:40 pm
so raise your banner, fight your war (kh3 spoilers!!)
[ it's been weeks without Sora, a void left behind in the wake of his disappearance. though in many ways they've succeeded and won so much - in the end, they've lost something so vital. and as King Mickey has gone home and the others have gone their separate ways, it's Riku who finds himself inexplicably alone, too. somewhere out there, Sora's alone too.
and Kairi? Kairi returns to that forest suspended in time to train, hoping to find Sora. Lea joins her, he finds out, as Riku examines her gummiphone updates. all of them are scattered in their own ways, gone back to Twilight Town or Land of Departure. but the islands are empty without his friends, and in his own way, Riku follows the path Ansem - Xehanort's Heartless - bid him go: he'd told him there was so much more out there to seek...and to seek it.
if anyone had told him he'd be doing this a year ago, two years ago, he'd have laughed at them.
but here he is, wandering from world to world, taking down his own notes, providing updates via gummiphone to the king. he takes pictures when he can as a reminder of the good things as well as the bad, even when he destroys Heartless time and time again. something to take home, something to show Kairi when he sees her.
something to show Sora when he finds him again.
in his travels, he disembarks in La Cite des Cloches, recently brought back from its slumber. and even in wandering the world on his own, hands in his pockets, no one seems to pay him much mind. no one even remembers him. but the tolling of the bells tells him an old friend is still there in the clock tower, and the world has recovered from the fire and brimstone it was thrown into. the heartless aren't even that bad, he finds, when he has to fight them.
it's late in the evening when he starts back towards the gummi ship, and when he heads around the cathedral, he sees the trail of a familiar black coat.
that can't be right.
Riku follows, sticking to the shadows, and quietly chases the figure back into the cathedral and up the back stairwell.
they should be dead, he thinks. there can't be anyone else. then who-- ? ]
and Kairi? Kairi returns to that forest suspended in time to train, hoping to find Sora. Lea joins her, he finds out, as Riku examines her gummiphone updates. all of them are scattered in their own ways, gone back to Twilight Town or Land of Departure. but the islands are empty without his friends, and in his own way, Riku follows the path Ansem - Xehanort's Heartless - bid him go: he'd told him there was so much more out there to seek...and to seek it.
if anyone had told him he'd be doing this a year ago, two years ago, he'd have laughed at them.
but here he is, wandering from world to world, taking down his own notes, providing updates via gummiphone to the king. he takes pictures when he can as a reminder of the good things as well as the bad, even when he destroys Heartless time and time again. something to take home, something to show Kairi when he sees her.
something to show Sora when he finds him again.
in his travels, he disembarks in La Cite des Cloches, recently brought back from its slumber. and even in wandering the world on his own, hands in his pockets, no one seems to pay him much mind. no one even remembers him. but the tolling of the bells tells him an old friend is still there in the clock tower, and the world has recovered from the fire and brimstone it was thrown into. the heartless aren't even that bad, he finds, when he has to fight them.
it's late in the evening when he starts back towards the gummi ship, and when he heads around the cathedral, he sees the trail of a familiar black coat.
that can't be right.
Riku follows, sticking to the shadows, and quietly chases the figure back into the cathedral and up the back stairwell.
they should be dead, he thinks. there can't be anyone else. then who-- ? ]
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Never, huh? That's an awfully long time, even for me.
[ Especially now, at the end of his long vigil, with so many lifetimes under his belt. ]
What? Did you think I was lying when I told you I was worthy? That the only reason I stuck around...was for this?
[ The Key in his hand. ]
I was the first to wield this Keyblade, and now that the role I had to play is done, it is mine to wield again.