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#008; mummifiedmutant
Title: Butterfly Kisses.
Prompt: 10pastryhearts; O T H E R S I D E -- BUTTERFLY.
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts.
Characters: Kairi, Riku, Sora, Naminé.
Word Count: 904.
Rating: PG.
Author's Notes: I don't like this a whole lot. I might even hate it a bit. But the beginning is pretty okay and I liked the idea initially. So here it is, I guess. Cut out some stuff, like Kairi's mum, because the ideas really didn't fit all that well...
The air is finally friendly and warm when Kairi tells her two best friends to get off their lazy bums and come visit the other island with her. You know, guys? The one with the tall grass and the fresh-looking trees? They grumble and whine at first; but then, she's a very persuasive girl and soon they're all off on another adventure. Hand in hand. Like old times.
"There'll be butterflies," she reasons, but Riku and Sora hardly look convinced.
Sora puffs out his chest. He walks in a march along side them. "Tough guys like us aren’t interested in butterflies, Kairi! Right, Riku?"
But Riku just laughs.
When they actually get there, of course, Sora's quick to contradict. He spots himself a small white flutter in the wind and is instantly off chasing it through the long grass. His large shoes crunch and his signature silver necklace sways. Both Kairi and Riku share a look (a smile; a hidden snicker; a slight nod) before Riku finally decides to chase after his brown-haired friend. It's all about catching the butterfly first, with them.
Kairi giggles. "A competition." She's not surprised.
When to herself (and while her boys entertain themselves with whatever it is rivals/best-friends/boys in general entertain themselves with), she crouches low to the ground, eyes trained to peer through the gaps of green grass and see --rather clearly-- the creatures that dwell.
She's not freaked out by all the bugs she sees. In fact, she loves them. She loves them because they're alive, just like her; living creatures should be loved, she believes, and she believes it rather strongly too. She loves, also, that they can go about their daily business as if there isn't a four or five foot monster looming over them. (They trust her. It feels nice). Kairi watches silently, reaching her hand out (palm facing up and fingers slightly curled) to welcome the butterflies she sees. And to give them someplace to settle if need be.
A moment passes. A butterfly lands.
There's a slight push in the back of her mind, as well as a small and almost-silent voice, calling for her. She doesn't hear what the voice says.
"Do you like the butterflies?" she asks. She can't honestly hear anything, but she knows what she's suppose to be listening for. Her brow creases. "You've never touched one before? That's... sad."
The answer is clearer, louder, than before. But then, it's not really an answer at all. "Kairi," the voice says, humorously --as if trying to cheer her up, "you're talking to yourself."
Kairi nods, feeling the tickle of the creatures feet against her palm. She feels kind of bad, because she doesn't deserve what she has as much as this voice does: being her own person, being able to do things ...like frolicking in the beauty of the world she lives... without thinking about it as anything more than just another part of life.
Finally: "Yeah?" she says. And although she still feels guilty, her face is smiling as she continues, "but I like it."
The next day begins, only with a lot less enthusiasm than one would hope. Kairi has a plan, but it's raining and she can't do anything about it. Instead, she sits on her bed, her eyes watching the raindrops outside while her hand decides to sketch unrecognisable things. She knows she usually can't draw, but right now she can, so she doesn't stop. And she doesn't question the sudden ability, either.
"Why can't we go out?"
It's not too hard to give the voice a name now; the young fifteen-year old knows, already, the identity of who she's talking to. Strange, how she just accepts it.
"I'm sorry, Naminé." You're Naminé. You're something special, did you know that? "--but it's too wet. The butterflies don't come out in this weather. They'll die if they do."
Naminé's voice is quiet, "That's horrible."
Kairi beams at the wall, as if she can see the other girl; as if she's standing right in front of her. "Don't worry. They're a lot smarter than that."
A week later, the sun finally shines at it's brightest. The shiny green grass dries, slowly, right before their very eyes, just outside the bedroom window. Naminé sees. And she can feel, too, the softness of the bed covers and the fluffy pillow at her fingertips. Her head turns. She doesn't know why.
"Kairi?"
A voice, an echo in her head, says brightly. "Go wild."
She knows her first order of business, she knows what this is about.
The island looks magical.
Because, this is the first time her blue eyes are the ones that take in the sight of the trees and the grass and the way the water washes up against the elevated banks. Once she's there, she doesn't waste any time in jumping from the boat and onto a patch of dirt that has no grass growing on it.
From there, she crouches, just as Kairi had done barely seven days prior. And the butterflies come to her, just as the ants and the spiders and the ladybugs do, and she feels the light touches of their feet against her skin --soft and welcoming. She has never had such an experience before; only in manipulated memories, but they were never hers to begin with...
The sunlight is hot against her skin, but she smiles.
Prompt: 10pastryhearts; O T H E R S I D E -- BUTTERFLY.
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts.
Characters: Kairi, Riku, Sora, Naminé.
Word Count: 904.
Rating: PG.
Author's Notes: I don't like this a whole lot. I might even hate it a bit. But the beginning is pretty okay and I liked the idea initially. So here it is, I guess. Cut out some stuff, like Kairi's mum, because the ideas really didn't fit all that well...
The air is finally friendly and warm when Kairi tells her two best friends to get off their lazy bums and come visit the other island with her. You know, guys? The one with the tall grass and the fresh-looking trees? They grumble and whine at first; but then, she's a very persuasive girl and soon they're all off on another adventure. Hand in hand. Like old times.
"There'll be butterflies," she reasons, but Riku and Sora hardly look convinced.
Sora puffs out his chest. He walks in a march along side them. "Tough guys like us aren’t interested in butterflies, Kairi! Right, Riku?"
But Riku just laughs.
When they actually get there, of course, Sora's quick to contradict. He spots himself a small white flutter in the wind and is instantly off chasing it through the long grass. His large shoes crunch and his signature silver necklace sways. Both Kairi and Riku share a look (a smile; a hidden snicker; a slight nod) before Riku finally decides to chase after his brown-haired friend. It's all about catching the butterfly first, with them.
Kairi giggles. "A competition." She's not surprised.
When to herself (and while her boys entertain themselves with whatever it is rivals/best-friends/boys in general entertain themselves with), she crouches low to the ground, eyes trained to peer through the gaps of green grass and see --rather clearly-- the creatures that dwell.
She's not freaked out by all the bugs she sees. In fact, she loves them. She loves them because they're alive, just like her; living creatures should be loved, she believes, and she believes it rather strongly too. She loves, also, that they can go about their daily business as if there isn't a four or five foot monster looming over them. (They trust her. It feels nice). Kairi watches silently, reaching her hand out (palm facing up and fingers slightly curled) to welcome the butterflies she sees. And to give them someplace to settle if need be.
A moment passes. A butterfly lands.
There's a slight push in the back of her mind, as well as a small and almost-silent voice, calling for her. She doesn't hear what the voice says.
"Do you like the butterflies?" she asks. She can't honestly hear anything, but she knows what she's suppose to be listening for. Her brow creases. "You've never touched one before? That's... sad."
The answer is clearer, louder, than before. But then, it's not really an answer at all. "Kairi," the voice says, humorously --as if trying to cheer her up, "you're talking to yourself."
Kairi nods, feeling the tickle of the creatures feet against her palm. She feels kind of bad, because she doesn't deserve what she has as much as this voice does: being her own person, being able to do things ...like frolicking in the beauty of the world she lives... without thinking about it as anything more than just another part of life.
Finally: "Yeah?" she says. And although she still feels guilty, her face is smiling as she continues, "but I like it."
The next day begins, only with a lot less enthusiasm than one would hope. Kairi has a plan, but it's raining and she can't do anything about it. Instead, she sits on her bed, her eyes watching the raindrops outside while her hand decides to sketch unrecognisable things. She knows she usually can't draw, but right now she can, so she doesn't stop. And she doesn't question the sudden ability, either.
"Why can't we go out?"
It's not too hard to give the voice a name now; the young fifteen-year old knows, already, the identity of who she's talking to. Strange, how she just accepts it.
"I'm sorry, Naminé." You're Naminé. You're something special, did you know that? "--but it's too wet. The butterflies don't come out in this weather. They'll die if they do."
Naminé's voice is quiet, "That's horrible."
Kairi beams at the wall, as if she can see the other girl; as if she's standing right in front of her. "Don't worry. They're a lot smarter than that."
A week later, the sun finally shines at it's brightest. The shiny green grass dries, slowly, right before their very eyes, just outside the bedroom window. Naminé sees. And she can feel, too, the softness of the bed covers and the fluffy pillow at her fingertips. Her head turns. She doesn't know why.
"Kairi?"
A voice, an echo in her head, says brightly. "Go wild."
She knows her first order of business, she knows what this is about.
The island looks magical.
Because, this is the first time her blue eyes are the ones that take in the sight of the trees and the grass and the way the water washes up against the elevated banks. Once she's there, she doesn't waste any time in jumping from the boat and onto a patch of dirt that has no grass growing on it.
From there, she crouches, just as Kairi had done barely seven days prior. And the butterflies come to her, just as the ants and the spiders and the ladybugs do, and she feels the light touches of their feet against her skin --soft and welcoming. She has never had such an experience before; only in manipulated memories, but they were never hers to begin with...
The sunlight is hot against her skin, but she smiles.