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[future!KH] Stories || [KH] Reward
Ugh, muse is being difficult, so please ignore grammar mistakes and what-not. I'm just trying to get back in the swing of things, after all.
Title: Stories
Fandom: future!KH
Summary: [Riku+Kiro fatherson implied] His father told interesting stories that.. no longer were stories.
Disclaimer: KH, Riku, and stuff you recognize aren't mine. But Kiro is, kay?
There were stories. Tales about giant keys, hearts stolen by the darkness, black-hooded strangers without hearts. Kiro remembers being fascinated with each new word escaping his father's lips at night. He remembers sitting on the edge of his bed. He remembers asking for more of the story, because there had to be more.
He remembers frowning and throwing a fit when his father laughed, telling him he'd just have to wait until tomorrow. He remembers his father gently tucking him into bed. His father's hands would brush against his hair, straightening the loose knots before he fell into a deep sleep.
Those are just far-off memories now. His father's stories aren't stories anymore, either.
Keyblade thrust in his right hand, Kiro realized too late that his father never lied. Every detail had been accurate, from the shadows with beady yellow eyes to the always-white rooms to the shadows that lurk behind every door.
How could he have been so foolish to throw those tales away?
As he grips his keyblade in hand, staring at the man on the other side, Kiro thinks he finally knows.
His father had intended his stories to be.. just that. Stories. Yet the battle had already began. Kiro couldn't escape the stories - and neither could his father.
He cocked his head to the other figure. "Let's go home," He said, smiling. "And then our stories will be stories again."
He ran up to the other figure. And so the battle will end.
Title: Reward
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Summary: [Namiku] Namine needs a reward for her hard work.
Disclaimer: Nothing here's mine.
She's always drawing. He can't help noticing that even after all they've been through, she doesn't stop her artwork.
He peers over her shoulder to comment on her latest piece. Some days, he can barely get in a sentence - artists are picky people, you know - and other days, he's encouraged to give what seems to be an entire speech.
He doesn't mind. "Namine," He always tells her with a grin as he sees the finished drawing. "You did excellent today."
She smiles, peering from above her sketchbook. "Thanks, Riku."
The island sun beats heavily upon them as it always does. He senses her uneasiness as she squirms; he watches over her with concern as she sets down her sketchbook to re-apply overly strong sunscreen.
It makes sense that the sun and the artist don't get along: the artist's light tends to run on the artificial, man-made side with the exception of candlelight. (Namine tended to be an old stickler for candlelight, much to Riku's dismay)
She blinks, turning her attention to the boy beside her. "Riku?"
Urk. He doesn't mean to concern her like this. "Yeah..?"
"When you think Sora and Kairi'll come out of the water?"
It's then that he remembers. He remembers his two best friends inviting him and their "new classmate" (as Namine was known by the rest of the island) to a day at the beach. The former keyblade bearer had been so enthusiastic about this that Riku couldn't say no.
He shrugs. "Knowing them? Nightfall."
She rests her hand under her chin. "Nightfall..." She picks up her pencil and sketchbook. Hurriedly sketching down what must be new inspiration, her entire face lights up. Even under the hot conditions, she still manages to work at her best.
He finds himself admiring how she goes about her art. "Hey, Namine?"
She finishes her sketch. "Hm--" Her sketchbook falls in her hands as he leans in to kiss her lightly on the lips. He reluctantly pulls back, his silver hair falling in front of his face.
"R-Riku?"
He grins. "Like I said, you did excellent today. Just thought I'd reward you."
She blushes, her smile saying everything that her voice won't. She then looks up at the clouds; her legs dangle against the edge of the island. "Thank you."
They hear splashes from the water below. Their friends' laughter becomes contagious - even Riku and Namine find themselves laughing for no reason.
She smiles at her friend. "Same time tomorrow?"
He returns the gesture. "Sure."
Title: Stories
Fandom: future!KH
Summary: [Riku+Kiro fatherson implied] His father told interesting stories that.. no longer were stories.
Disclaimer: KH, Riku, and stuff you recognize aren't mine. But Kiro is, kay?
There were stories. Tales about giant keys, hearts stolen by the darkness, black-hooded strangers without hearts. Kiro remembers being fascinated with each new word escaping his father's lips at night. He remembers sitting on the edge of his bed. He remembers asking for more of the story, because there had to be more.
He remembers frowning and throwing a fit when his father laughed, telling him he'd just have to wait until tomorrow. He remembers his father gently tucking him into bed. His father's hands would brush against his hair, straightening the loose knots before he fell into a deep sleep.
Those are just far-off memories now. His father's stories aren't stories anymore, either.
Keyblade thrust in his right hand, Kiro realized too late that his father never lied. Every detail had been accurate, from the shadows with beady yellow eyes to the always-white rooms to the shadows that lurk behind every door.
How could he have been so foolish to throw those tales away?
As he grips his keyblade in hand, staring at the man on the other side, Kiro thinks he finally knows.
His father had intended his stories to be.. just that. Stories. Yet the battle had already began. Kiro couldn't escape the stories - and neither could his father.
He cocked his head to the other figure. "Let's go home," He said, smiling. "And then our stories will be stories again."
He ran up to the other figure. And so the battle will end.
Title: Reward
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Summary: [Namiku] Namine needs a reward for her hard work.
Disclaimer: Nothing here's mine.
She's always drawing. He can't help noticing that even after all they've been through, she doesn't stop her artwork.
He peers over her shoulder to comment on her latest piece. Some days, he can barely get in a sentence - artists are picky people, you know - and other days, he's encouraged to give what seems to be an entire speech.
He doesn't mind. "Namine," He always tells her with a grin as he sees the finished drawing. "You did excellent today."
She smiles, peering from above her sketchbook. "Thanks, Riku."
The island sun beats heavily upon them as it always does. He senses her uneasiness as she squirms; he watches over her with concern as she sets down her sketchbook to re-apply overly strong sunscreen.
It makes sense that the sun and the artist don't get along: the artist's light tends to run on the artificial, man-made side with the exception of candlelight. (Namine tended to be an old stickler for candlelight, much to Riku's dismay)
She blinks, turning her attention to the boy beside her. "Riku?"
Urk. He doesn't mean to concern her like this. "Yeah..?"
"When you think Sora and Kairi'll come out of the water?"
It's then that he remembers. He remembers his two best friends inviting him and their "new classmate" (as Namine was known by the rest of the island) to a day at the beach. The former keyblade bearer had been so enthusiastic about this that Riku couldn't say no.
He shrugs. "Knowing them? Nightfall."
She rests her hand under her chin. "Nightfall..." She picks up her pencil and sketchbook. Hurriedly sketching down what must be new inspiration, her entire face lights up. Even under the hot conditions, she still manages to work at her best.
He finds himself admiring how she goes about her art. "Hey, Namine?"
She finishes her sketch. "Hm--" Her sketchbook falls in her hands as he leans in to kiss her lightly on the lips. He reluctantly pulls back, his silver hair falling in front of his face.
"R-Riku?"
He grins. "Like I said, you did excellent today. Just thought I'd reward you."
She blushes, her smile saying everything that her voice won't. She then looks up at the clouds; her legs dangle against the edge of the island. "Thank you."
They hear splashes from the water below. Their friends' laughter becomes contagious - even Riku and Namine find themselves laughing for no reason.
She smiles at her friend. "Same time tomorrow?"
He returns the gesture. "Sure."