♥ kingdom hearts ii - eurydice
title: eurydice
word count: 660
rating: m
characters: riku/kairi/(sora), saïx/kairi, marluxia/naminé, and a very small bit of diz/riku.
Notes: for tabitha_dornoc as part of the 2009 kh_drabble secret santa. ♥ a small sequel to nothing and moonlight.
To escape from worlds that never were, you have to walk the path out hand in hand.
A week ago she'd told him. Told him why she only kissed him, kissed Sora, kept her strokes to small and gentle touches. He'd found her crying (screaming) in her sleep, battering her hands against the moonlight on her skin. He'd held her awake, his hair so soft and eyes so bright and she'd sobbed SaïxSaïxSaïx, reaching for his empty chest and wanting mouth until she heard RikuRikuRiku beat instead.
He'd known about Naminé, the scars of rose-torn skin and the soft hitch of breath every time she reached for a pink crayon. He'd watched as DiZ tormented her (Marluxia), scolding her when she paled at the name, white as snow. Nobodies cannot fear, DiZ said, but Naminé felt Kairi's heart beating. It beat (frantic, dreaming) as Marluxia took her to his bed, white sheets and cherry blossom and sweetsweet promises of memories for her very own. It beat (it hurt) as he entered her - too small for him and pink petals will be more beautiful, precious. Look. They blush with your blood. It beat afraid alone afraid--
--and kept beating, trapped under soft hair and bright eyes, the only sound in the empty moonlit space that was his home. (Except her sobs. Except his breath. Except skin on skin and the echoes of their names.) She wants to unsee, unhear but she knows him, the shape of his hips and taste of his neck and the low dark noise he makes when he comes. She whispers him at night.
Riku'd guessed. She likes movies when the moon is bright overhead, movies and popcorn and every light turned on even if it's hard to see the screen. Likes to have her head on Riku's lap and Sora's spikes on her legs and nobody touching her chest, her heart, because nobody did already. Their first kiss was in the rain (paopu sweet and smooth on her lips, his - the only way to share, she said, and you are not leaving again, not ever, not without me and Sora by your side) and after that the beach the pier the secret place because Kairi will never walk at night without him there.
A day ago he'd told her. He couldn't look at her. Couldn't look away. It was me, Kairi. I... and he chokes and swallows darkness in his throat, darkness rich as greed and gold and the taste of her skin as Ansem took her with his body. I... and she's puzzled, first, but then she knows, and smiles as tears begin to spill. Thank god, she says, and her laugh is like a sob. It wasn't him-- and that can't wash away blank eyes and bruised lips and blood slipping down her thighs but she whispers not your fault, not your fault, not your fault until he almost believes her.
(The madness in an old man's eyes he'll never speak of. Some things are meant for him and him alone.)
Kairi'd guessed. He flinches sometimes when they walk through shadows on the island, the falls and caves and secret place where once a world ended and everything began. Where Sora held her heart and Riku her, begging Kairi, Kairi, wake up until she almost heard but no single kiss could ever be enough because their true love is three, not two. Their first promise was made of lips and tongue (the light called you, he said and she reached up to brush raindrops from his bangs and told him but no one could see me shine without your darkness) and after that fingers voices eyes and lips and tongue again because Riku could never dare to hope she'd kiss him back awake.
The story's wrong, she says. If you hadn't turned around--
If you hadn't stopped me, he says, and looks down to where their hands are joined.
word count: 660
rating: m
characters: riku/kairi/(sora), saïx/kairi, marluxia/naminé, and a very small bit of diz/riku.
Notes: for tabitha_dornoc as part of the 2009 kh_drabble secret santa. ♥ a small sequel to nothing and moonlight.
To escape from worlds that never were, you have to walk the path out hand in hand.
A week ago she'd told him. Told him why she only kissed him, kissed Sora, kept her strokes to small and gentle touches. He'd found her crying (screaming) in her sleep, battering her hands against the moonlight on her skin. He'd held her awake, his hair so soft and eyes so bright and she'd sobbed SaïxSaïxSaïx, reaching for his empty chest and wanting mouth until she heard RikuRikuRiku beat instead.
He'd known about Naminé, the scars of rose-torn skin and the soft hitch of breath every time she reached for a pink crayon. He'd watched as DiZ tormented her (Marluxia), scolding her when she paled at the name, white as snow. Nobodies cannot fear, DiZ said, but Naminé felt Kairi's heart beating. It beat (frantic, dreaming) as Marluxia took her to his bed, white sheets and cherry blossom and sweetsweet promises of memories for her very own. It beat (it hurt) as he entered her - too small for him and pink petals will be more beautiful, precious. Look. They blush with your blood. It beat afraid alone afraid--
--and kept beating, trapped under soft hair and bright eyes, the only sound in the empty moonlit space that was his home. (Except her sobs. Except his breath. Except skin on skin and the echoes of their names.) She wants to unsee, unhear but she knows him, the shape of his hips and taste of his neck and the low dark noise he makes when he comes. She whispers him at night.
Riku'd guessed. She likes movies when the moon is bright overhead, movies and popcorn and every light turned on even if it's hard to see the screen. Likes to have her head on Riku's lap and Sora's spikes on her legs and nobody touching her chest, her heart, because nobody did already. Their first kiss was in the rain (paopu sweet and smooth on her lips, his - the only way to share, she said, and you are not leaving again, not ever, not without me and Sora by your side) and after that the beach the pier the secret place because Kairi will never walk at night without him there.
A day ago he'd told her. He couldn't look at her. Couldn't look away. It was me, Kairi. I... and he chokes and swallows darkness in his throat, darkness rich as greed and gold and the taste of her skin as Ansem took her with his body. I... and she's puzzled, first, but then she knows, and smiles as tears begin to spill. Thank god, she says, and her laugh is like a sob. It wasn't him-- and that can't wash away blank eyes and bruised lips and blood slipping down her thighs but she whispers not your fault, not your fault, not your fault until he almost believes her.
(The madness in an old man's eyes he'll never speak of. Some things are meant for him and him alone.)
Kairi'd guessed. He flinches sometimes when they walk through shadows on the island, the falls and caves and secret place where once a world ended and everything began. Where Sora held her heart and Riku her, begging Kairi, Kairi, wake up until she almost heard but no single kiss could ever be enough because their true love is three, not two. Their first promise was made of lips and tongue (the light called you, he said and she reached up to brush raindrops from his bangs and told him but no one could see me shine without your darkness) and after that fingers voices eyes and lips and tongue again because Riku could never dare to hope she'd kiss him back awake.
The story's wrong, she says. If you hadn't turned around--
If you hadn't stopped me, he says, and looks down to where their hands are joined.