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Why do I hate myself.
The smooth motion of Keyblade cleaving through Heartless was a simple one, almost mechanical. After spending years of doing nothing but slashing through enemies and moving onto the next, it was easy to throw away all morals and forget that they were once, technically, people too. The entire world was built on the clash between metal and claws, light and dark.
But it was easy to get away from all of that when you slept. He had an unusual dream, one that was much different than the ones filled with Maleficent and princesses. There were overlords, gods, students-- people of every shape and size, laughing together and fighting. It made him annoyed and, for some reason, extremely happy.
"I had a weird dream," Riku called out to his two friends, all three lounging on a beach. "We were on an island."
Sora rolled his eyes, but Kairi looked genuinely curious. "Aren't we on one right now?"
"It was different than this one," he continued. "None of the stuff we've been through mattered over there. Not the Organization, Ansem, Mickey-- absolutely nothing. It was like a totally different universe."
"Not even the Heartless?" Sora asked.
"Not even them."
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After saying goodbye to the others, Riku began to walk back home. He could already imagine his mother cooking a nice big dinner, looking out the window of their hut to see if he was home yet. Wait, hut? Laughing, he shook his head. That dream was really getting to him. He quickened his pace, and was surprised when his foot hit something.
The sight shocked him. The small creature peered up at him, its antennae twitching. Its gaze never left his, and it gave Riku a sickening feeling that it had been waiting for him. Finally regaining his composure, he summoned his weapon, waiting for the Heartless to pounce.
It didn't. Instead, the creature just watched him, not even noticing the threat that just appeared. It felt like an eternity had passed when it suddenly backed up, turned, and fled.
And crashed headfirst into a wall.
Baffled, Riku stared as the Heartless continued to ram itself into the wall. After a few dozen tries, it looked as if it realized that plan wasn't going to work, and decided to phase into the ground instead. And-- was it stuck?
A smile formed on his lips. The scene somehow looked familiar to him, and he almost knelt down to help it out, scolding it by its name. But that was wrong. It didn't have a name. Heartless weren't pets. Like that, the sense of familiarity was replaced by the mechanical one.
He raised his weapon.
The smooth motion of Keyblade cleaving through Heartless was a simple one, almost mechanical. After spending years of doing nothing but slashing through enemies and moving onto the next, it was easy to throw away all morals and forget that they were once, technically, people too. The entire world was built on the clash between metal and claws, light and dark.
But it was easy to get away from all of that when you slept. He had an unusual dream, one that was much different than the ones filled with Maleficent and princesses. There were overlords, gods, students-- people of every shape and size, laughing together and fighting. It made him annoyed and, for some reason, extremely happy.
"I had a weird dream," Riku called out to his two friends, all three lounging on a beach. "We were on an island."
Sora rolled his eyes, but Kairi looked genuinely curious. "Aren't we on one right now?"
"It was different than this one," he continued. "None of the stuff we've been through mattered over there. Not the Organization, Ansem, Mickey-- absolutely nothing. It was like a totally different universe."
"Not even the Heartless?" Sora asked.
"Not even them."
----
After saying goodbye to the others, Riku began to walk back home. He could already imagine his mother cooking a nice big dinner, looking out the window of their hut to see if he was home yet. Wait, hut? Laughing, he shook his head. That dream was really getting to him. He quickened his pace, and was surprised when his foot hit something.
The sight shocked him. The small creature peered up at him, its antennae twitching. Its gaze never left his, and it gave Riku a sickening feeling that it had been waiting for him. Finally regaining his composure, he summoned his weapon, waiting for the Heartless to pounce.
It didn't. Instead, the creature just watched him, not even noticing the threat that just appeared. It felt like an eternity had passed when it suddenly backed up, turned, and fled.
And crashed headfirst into a wall.
Baffled, Riku stared as the Heartless continued to ram itself into the wall. After a few dozen tries, it looked as if it realized that plan wasn't going to work, and decided to phase into the ground instead. And-- was it stuck?
A smile formed on his lips. The scene somehow looked familiar to him, and he almost knelt down to help it out, scolding it by its name. But that was wrong. It didn't have a name. Heartless weren't pets. Like that, the sense of familiarity was replaced by the mechanical one.
He raised his weapon.