hello, hello.
Set a few days before Casket Wish.
Title: Hello, Hello
Characters // Pairings: Riku, Kairi, Sora // ot3?
Rating // Warnings: none // none
Canon: Post-series KH
Wordcount: 385
Summary: A phone call to erase everything.
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The phone is ringing. It's a high-pitched, shrill noise, that makes his clouded head give a violent throb. He drops his forehead back to the cool kitchen table, then gets up with a grumble to inform whoever it is that he is not interested in what they're selling and he wouldn't be even if they paid for it for him.
He never gets the chance to say anything -- the first syllable of 'hello' is out of his mouth and then there's a quiet, cautious female voice on the other line. "Riku?" queries Kairi, and he sinks to the floor, the phone cradled between his ear and shoulder. He brushes a lock of silvery hair from his face.
"Hello, Kairi," he says evenly. His voice, he hopes, is clear.
"Hi," she near-whispers. Her tone is relieved. Why?
"What's the matter?"
"I... you remember... the last year of school before you graduated, and our classes did that time capsule?"
He pauses. He remembers the letter well -- glue and tape and his name in block letters on the front. He does not mention the contents of the letter, does not mention that he even put anything in. "Yes."
"Sora wants to dig it up," says Kairi after a moment's hesitation.
"..."
They're both silent for a moment, Riku leaning against the wall in the kitchen, his chin on his knees, Kairi probably cooking or sewing or whatever you do when you're married. The young man takes a breath, does not say anything for a second longer, then opens his mouth. "What do you want to do?"
"That's... that's why I called you," she admits, and he can hear the little smile in her voice. He doesn't understand this, either. Why smile? He was never the one to look to for advice.
"If you two are going, then I'll be there," he says flatly. Kairi breathes a long sigh of relief.
"All right," she says finally, and then silence, and after he listens to it for a while and it blends easily into the dial tone, he knows she's hung up.
He leaves the phone by the base, does not hang it up -- he needs a while to think. And maybe some aspirin -- his headache has doubled.
"Brats," he mumbles, and goes to get a shovel.
Title: Hello, Hello
Characters // Pairings: Riku, Kairi, Sora // ot3?
Rating // Warnings: none // none
Canon: Post-series KH
Wordcount: 385
Summary: A phone call to erase everything.
---
The phone is ringing. It's a high-pitched, shrill noise, that makes his clouded head give a violent throb. He drops his forehead back to the cool kitchen table, then gets up with a grumble to inform whoever it is that he is not interested in what they're selling and he wouldn't be even if they paid for it for him.
He never gets the chance to say anything -- the first syllable of 'hello' is out of his mouth and then there's a quiet, cautious female voice on the other line. "Riku?" queries Kairi, and he sinks to the floor, the phone cradled between his ear and shoulder. He brushes a lock of silvery hair from his face.
"Hello, Kairi," he says evenly. His voice, he hopes, is clear.
"Hi," she near-whispers. Her tone is relieved. Why?
"What's the matter?"
"I... you remember... the last year of school before you graduated, and our classes did that time capsule?"
He pauses. He remembers the letter well -- glue and tape and his name in block letters on the front. He does not mention the contents of the letter, does not mention that he even put anything in. "Yes."
"Sora wants to dig it up," says Kairi after a moment's hesitation.
"..."
They're both silent for a moment, Riku leaning against the wall in the kitchen, his chin on his knees, Kairi probably cooking or sewing or whatever you do when you're married. The young man takes a breath, does not say anything for a second longer, then opens his mouth. "What do you want to do?"
"That's... that's why I called you," she admits, and he can hear the little smile in her voice. He doesn't understand this, either. Why smile? He was never the one to look to for advice.
"If you two are going, then I'll be there," he says flatly. Kairi breathes a long sigh of relief.
"All right," she says finally, and then silence, and after he listens to it for a while and it blends easily into the dial tone, he knows she's hung up.
He leaves the phone by the base, does not hang it up -- he needs a while to think. And maybe some aspirin -- his headache has doubled.
"Brats," he mumbles, and goes to get a shovel.