riku ★ part of game over ★

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Once upon a time, not so long ago, there was a keyblade wielder that bounced around all different worlds in order to restore the light and eliminate the heartless. Towards the end of their adventure, the keyblade wielder’s heart divided and he realized that he had the soul of his childhood friend and goofball, Kairi. 

Naminé shaded in the last blotch of crimson, the tone of the wielder’s friend. A single swirl, and it was complete. A memory complete. The sketch was compiled of Kairi, lying on the ground, her heart directing towards the center of her chest. A small smile surfaced on the angelic skin of the nobody, but a sigh was quickly replaced. 

Eyebrows knitted as she gingerly placed her sketchpad on her table. ‘Maybe if I didn’t lure Sora to Castle Oblivion, I wouldn’t have to be piecing his memories back together…’ She thought, reflecting upon the events that have happened almost a year ago, when she finally was face-to-face with the boy her heart was connected to, the care taker of her own being. The reason of her existence was because of him but, he wouldn’t be sleeping if it wasn’t for her greed.Frowning, she buried her face in her hands, attempting to clear away her endless bubbles of thoughts. 

Hearing a knock, she wondered who it could be. Well, it was either going to be Riku or DiZ. Taking a quick glance out of her rather, large, window, the blonde calmly walks to the frosted gateway, sapphire optics widening at the sight of Riku. Also known as Sora’s ally and partner. “Afternoon, Riku.” Stepping aside from her current position, she allows space for the male to enter, if he wishes. 

Riku was also Sora’s guardian during his slumber. She spoke in a rather soft voice, her arms dropping, her fingers brushing alongside the smooth fabric of her white dress. Although Naminé admits that she is going through much at the time, it wouldn’t hurt to ask of the other’s well being. After all, he did sacrifice much of his time to be here in the mansion by protecting Sora, creating a  safe barrier between the Organization, and also giving her the endless time that she needed in order to clean up the mess she made by restoring the rest of Sora’s memories. “Riku…? How are you doing? Has DiZ discussed to you about anything?” 

“It suits you.” The man’s voice reverberated throughout the cramped studio, with snippets of his tanned face aglow from the computer screens that flickered in the background. Riku found himself looking past his longer silver layers and down at his new coat. Black and stiff: yes, perhaps that was what suited him better. Having such light hair for someone so dark and sinful such as him wasn’t right; if anything, it was a curse. Black would always have been a better shade for him.

DiZ swiveled back around to face the multitude of screens at his fingertips. “Now, as to what you have to do. You must make sure that both Roxas and Xion are returned here, so that the witch can return them and the memories they harbor back to Sora.” His head bowed if but a little, silent for a few. “And once both have been properly restored…you must dispose of her.”

He turned to look back up at the enigmatic man, eyes raised in surprise. The slight reflection from the main monitor was enough for Riku to see the man’s eyes slant to the side. “I trust you will be able to do so.” But whether he meant the first part, the second, of both was beyond him. Nevertheless, the silveret decided not to answer and instead headed back up the stairs and to the musty library of the mansion.

To kill someone he had just met, even if it had only been for a few? True, he had only really talked to the blonde a few times. Perhaps the only important thing he knew about her was that she was Kairi’s Nobody. But to be called a witch for having powers? He saw nothing wicked about someone who had been forced against her will to hurt an innocent bystander. Nobody or not, she was still a person — wasn’t she? And as he climbed up the dusty steps and knocked on the white door, Riku found his lips forming into a thin line.

Like hell he was going to kill her.

The door opened, and an almost-spitting image of his childhood friend greeted him. The girl was quick to skitter to the side and offer a polite greeting as his black shoes clattered onto white tiling. She looked tense; scared almost. As if she knew the bleak fate that awaited her. But then again, he wasn’t too sure. When asked what had been discussed, Riku couldn’t help but turn to look away, knowing full well his expressions would be easy to read right through.

“I’m…doing fine,” he replied curtly. “And what I had discussed with DiZ is confidential. …But, it wasn’t really anything that important. Just the usual reported sightings of Roxas and Xion, and when I should set off to go look for them.” He turned to look at her then, but immediately found his eyes flitting away over to the white walls. “How…are you doing, though? Which memories have you been working on?”

We’re gonna die
    It’s just a matter of time      

Hard times come, good times go

I'm either gone in an instant
    Or here till the bitter e n d .

                      — lyrics from Death Valley

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Shiki had forgotten how annoying these boots were.  Well, she didn’t even know in the first place, because she had no memory of anything prior, including her clothes’ pros and cons.  The girl still had the fashion sense, but there was nothing she could do to change her current clothes.  

With the loss of memory came the loss of being used to these boots.  Her feet screamed in pain with every step, and she felt extremely bad for the guy she had dragged with her around this place.  He was way ahead of her now, while she lagged behind, limping.  Poor guy must hate her now, but she really didn’t want to be alone in this place, not when she was literally defenseless.  All her power had been used up in fighting prior mobs.

How did she get involved with this boy - no, Riku - in the first place?  Oh, it was because she was out of power and a mob of Dream Eaters decided that she was their target and so she ran.  And then he came along and suddenly she was making him her bodyguard, in a sense.   Well, to be more specific, she dubbed him a knight.  How romantic of her.

She blinked as she limped up to Riku, who had stopped.  Her irritation grew when he told her to walk faster if she cared about Neku.  His attitude overall pissed her off, it seemed like he made no effort to even care about things.  Or maybe it was a facade he had.  She wouldn’t blame him if he had one and him being cruel was just something that had built up over time.

“Of course I care about my partner!  However, a bleeding-to-death partner is less useful than a partner who only aches.  I don’t think you’d prefer bleeding and unable to walk to pain and still being able to walk, now do you?” she snapped, chest heaving up and down from the outburst.  Shiki glared at him for a few seconds before realizing what she was doing.

“…Sorry.” she muttered, flushing.  ”Lost my temper back there…”

Shaky boot heels eventually wound up where he stood, along with a stern frown plastered across the girl’s features. Riku’s eyes found themselves raising in stark surprise; just then, with the girl’s upturned lips and furrowed brows resembled so much of his redhead friend back home — who was waiting patiently for him and Sora to return.

Kairi: this girl before him looked so much like her. Perhaps it was her layered red bangs and slim features that made her look so much like Kairi; or maybe it was just that smug attitude. Whatever it was, it was enough to make him take her seriously, if only for a minute to hear her shout at him.

Her words rang truth: sure, he wouldn’t want to have to drag along a bloody partner. But then again, he wouldn’t even let such a possibility happen, at least not while he was around. —Wait, there went his pride, puffing itself high up in his thoughts. The Keyblade Wielder shook his head, tossing his ego to the side for the time being. “Well, let’s just be thankful that we both met each other at the right time and…didn’t manage to get any major injuries.” And he knew too, deep down, that he would never have deserted someone in need. The girl had been practically cornered at the door; and he would do whatever it took to redeem himself from his past sins.

Whether it was saving someone in a pinch, or even trying to get along with someone new.

“…No. I should be the one to apologize. I was overreacting and wasn’t considering how you were feeling. …I’m sorry.” His tone was blunt, plain; it was the truth, after all. “I guess we’re just both anxious to find our friends.” Eyes trailed down to look down at her boots and her clattering knees. “But seeing as how you’re hurt, we…should probably consider taking a break and regroup. Here.”

He extended a hand out to her, as if to imply that he would help her shoulder her burden by helping her walk — or to even carry her, if she wanted. He would go along with the knightly business; at least for now.

“I’ll help you if you want, Shiki.” And it was then, finally, that he called her by her first name.