Is Any of This for Real....or Not?
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Kingdom Hearts › Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male
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Kingdom Hearts › Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
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1,851
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1
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Rage
(Riku’s POV)
I’m flung back from Sora. My back hits the wall behind me and all air escapes me. My hands sting, but other than that I’m fine. I thought I had died, but aren’t I breathing? I look around and find myself back in Ichiro’s hideaway. Donald, Goofy, and Shiranai all look at me with shock in their eyes. Shiranai steps forward and sits down next to me.
“I’m guessing that Sora didn’t believe you.” I look at the little girl; not really surprised at her assumption.
“Yeah, but I think he understood that I was the real Riku when I.....” I turn my eyes away from Shiranai, afraid to talk about my death. I need to know what happened.
“Shiranai, I died in Sora’s dream, so why didn’t I actually die?” Shiranai just sits there for a couple of moments, trying to find the right words to say.
“It was Sora’s dream, so in turn Sora is the only one who can die in it.” That makes sense, but the pain I felt from the dagger was so real. I unconsciously feel my stomach, making sure the dagger isn’t still there. Suddenly I remember my last moments with Sora, when he kissed me. I looked over at him lying on the table. My lips still tingle from his. I finally know how much he cares for me and he knows what I feel for him. I’m not about to lose the relationship that just started!
“I have to go back and help him.” I state, trying to get up in the process.
“You mustn’t! If he doesn’t battle Ichiro himself, he won’t be able to wake up. You were only there to give him reason to fight Ichiro.” I stop in my walk towards Sora. I don’t want to hurt him any more than I already have. Hate must be the only thing on his mind, since Ichiro is the one who caused all of this.
“Well if I can’t help him there....I’ll help him here.” I look over at Ichiro, a smile forming on my face.
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(Sora’s POV)
I slowly walk towards Ichiro, my keyblade lowered at my side. My eyes bore right through him, knowing full well that no soul exists in his body.
“Now wait Sora, that wasn’t the real Riku. It was a....”
“Save it you worthless piece of meat. You are only trying to deceive me. I don’t know why, hell I don’t really care. You will die by my hand, here and now.” I rush at him; keyblade in both of my hands, but he was fast. He jumped over my head and exposed his own weapon. It was a spear but instead of one blade on the end it had three. I whip my body around to face him, I’m not about to give up. He lands on his feet; his back turned towards me.
“So you think I betrayed you? Well I’ve got some news for you, boy. I was betrayed by someone way before you were even born.” He quickly turns around and runs straight at me; his spear aimed right at my heart. I use an aeroga spell to block his attack. My spell lessens the force of the blow, but I still feel it. He is fast and strong, but that makes me even more determined. Ichiro steps back from me to regain his strength; big mistake. I take my chance, running right at him. He readies his lance in front of him. At the last second, I change direction to run right past him. My move takes him by surprise. As soon as I’m behind him, I turn and point my keyblade at his feet.
“BLIZZAGA!!” I yell, ice shooting from my keyblade. Ichiro’s feet are frozen to the ground, his spear being of little use. Panic starts to take over Ichiro, as he struggles to set himself free from his icy prison. I laugh to myself, knowing that I have won the fight. I walk towards him, going in for the final blow. Suddenly he looks up at me, but something’s wrong. There is no fear on his face, but there is a smirk. I stop in mid step. What is he thinking? I’m about to kill him or is it that he wants to die? Ichiro’s spear then points to his feet.
“Firaga.” He says in a deadly quiet tone. Fire shoots from his spear and melts the ice from his feet. I just stand there, dumbfounded. How does he know magic? Is he a heartless?
“I have a confession young keyblade wielder. At one point I had possession of that very keybalde. The keeper of the keyblades decided that I was to be the keyblade wielder. Yet somehow she thought I wasn’t the true keyblade wielder. Something about me being power hungry. I think a keyblade wielder needs to be that way, if not, the heartless will take all power from you.” So this is why I was forced to kill Riku and Kairi? So this thing could get the keyblade and continue on his power rampage.
“You’ll have to kill me to get my keyblade.” I say coolly.
“That’s precisely what I plan to do.” By the time the last word leaves his mouth, he’s already lunging toward me. I have to think fast or he’s going to kill me. I leap into the air and cast graviga beneath me. He’s prepared for my attack by using his own aeroga spell. I flip back and land behind Ichiro. I go to turn, but I’m too slow. Ichiro has seen his opportunity and lashes out with his spear. It connects with my arm, leaving a deep gash. Blood starts to poor from the wound, but I don’t have time to worry about it. I quickly slash behind me; knowing that Ichiro is still there. I feel it connect, but I don’t know what I hit. I turn and find Ichiro bending over. He quickly stands and I see a gash through the middle of his stomach. This will make killing him much quicker. I then point my keyblade at him and fire off a firaga spell. It throws him back a couple of feet, at the same time causing irreversible damage. I then leap at him and land straddling his torso. I look down to his face, fear now taking over his features. I bend down so that I can whisper in his face.
“Power is what got the keyblade taken away from you. Now my power will give it back, yet I don’t think you’ll survive.” Ichiro’s eyes widen in terror, but I feel no guilt. I almost take pleasure in his current state. He deserves this since he made me kill Riku and Kairi. I slowly stand, a wicked smile crossing my face. I then take my keyblade and plunge it into his chest. I can feel every bone crack and his heart and lungs get crushed by my keyblade. His head flies up from the pain and blood shoots from his mouth. His blood lands on my face, but I don’t flinch. Ichiro’s last moment in life consists of me smiling down at him, mocking his foolish dreams of becoming something he doesn’t deserve to be.
Riku's Ok!! Sora, not so much...
I’m flung back from Sora. My back hits the wall behind me and all air escapes me. My hands sting, but other than that I’m fine. I thought I had died, but aren’t I breathing? I look around and find myself back in Ichiro’s hideaway. Donald, Goofy, and Shiranai all look at me with shock in their eyes. Shiranai steps forward and sits down next to me.
“I’m guessing that Sora didn’t believe you.” I look at the little girl; not really surprised at her assumption.
“Yeah, but I think he understood that I was the real Riku when I.....” I turn my eyes away from Shiranai, afraid to talk about my death. I need to know what happened.
“Shiranai, I died in Sora’s dream, so why didn’t I actually die?” Shiranai just sits there for a couple of moments, trying to find the right words to say.
“It was Sora’s dream, so in turn Sora is the only one who can die in it.” That makes sense, but the pain I felt from the dagger was so real. I unconsciously feel my stomach, making sure the dagger isn’t still there. Suddenly I remember my last moments with Sora, when he kissed me. I looked over at him lying on the table. My lips still tingle from his. I finally know how much he cares for me and he knows what I feel for him. I’m not about to lose the relationship that just started!
“I have to go back and help him.” I state, trying to get up in the process.
“You mustn’t! If he doesn’t battle Ichiro himself, he won’t be able to wake up. You were only there to give him reason to fight Ichiro.” I stop in my walk towards Sora. I don’t want to hurt him any more than I already have. Hate must be the only thing on his mind, since Ichiro is the one who caused all of this.
“Well if I can’t help him there....I’ll help him here.” I look over at Ichiro, a smile forming on my face.
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(Sora’s POV)
I slowly walk towards Ichiro, my keyblade lowered at my side. My eyes bore right through him, knowing full well that no soul exists in his body.
“Now wait Sora, that wasn’t the real Riku. It was a....”
“Save it you worthless piece of meat. You are only trying to deceive me. I don’t know why, hell I don’t really care. You will die by my hand, here and now.” I rush at him; keyblade in both of my hands, but he was fast. He jumped over my head and exposed his own weapon. It was a spear but instead of one blade on the end it had three. I whip my body around to face him, I’m not about to give up. He lands on his feet; his back turned towards me.
“So you think I betrayed you? Well I’ve got some news for you, boy. I was betrayed by someone way before you were even born.” He quickly turns around and runs straight at me; his spear aimed right at my heart. I use an aeroga spell to block his attack. My spell lessens the force of the blow, but I still feel it. He is fast and strong, but that makes me even more determined. Ichiro steps back from me to regain his strength; big mistake. I take my chance, running right at him. He readies his lance in front of him. At the last second, I change direction to run right past him. My move takes him by surprise. As soon as I’m behind him, I turn and point my keyblade at his feet.
“BLIZZAGA!!” I yell, ice shooting from my keyblade. Ichiro’s feet are frozen to the ground, his spear being of little use. Panic starts to take over Ichiro, as he struggles to set himself free from his icy prison. I laugh to myself, knowing that I have won the fight. I walk towards him, going in for the final blow. Suddenly he looks up at me, but something’s wrong. There is no fear on his face, but there is a smirk. I stop in mid step. What is he thinking? I’m about to kill him or is it that he wants to die? Ichiro’s spear then points to his feet.
“Firaga.” He says in a deadly quiet tone. Fire shoots from his spear and melts the ice from his feet. I just stand there, dumbfounded. How does he know magic? Is he a heartless?
“I have a confession young keyblade wielder. At one point I had possession of that very keybalde. The keeper of the keyblades decided that I was to be the keyblade wielder. Yet somehow she thought I wasn’t the true keyblade wielder. Something about me being power hungry. I think a keyblade wielder needs to be that way, if not, the heartless will take all power from you.” So this is why I was forced to kill Riku and Kairi? So this thing could get the keyblade and continue on his power rampage.
“You’ll have to kill me to get my keyblade.” I say coolly.
“That’s precisely what I plan to do.” By the time the last word leaves his mouth, he’s already lunging toward me. I have to think fast or he’s going to kill me. I leap into the air and cast graviga beneath me. He’s prepared for my attack by using his own aeroga spell. I flip back and land behind Ichiro. I go to turn, but I’m too slow. Ichiro has seen his opportunity and lashes out with his spear. It connects with my arm, leaving a deep gash. Blood starts to poor from the wound, but I don’t have time to worry about it. I quickly slash behind me; knowing that Ichiro is still there. I feel it connect, but I don’t know what I hit. I turn and find Ichiro bending over. He quickly stands and I see a gash through the middle of his stomach. This will make killing him much quicker. I then point my keyblade at him and fire off a firaga spell. It throws him back a couple of feet, at the same time causing irreversible damage. I then leap at him and land straddling his torso. I look down to his face, fear now taking over his features. I bend down so that I can whisper in his face.
“Power is what got the keyblade taken away from you. Now my power will give it back, yet I don’t think you’ll survive.” Ichiro’s eyes widen in terror, but I feel no guilt. I almost take pleasure in his current state. He deserves this since he made me kill Riku and Kairi. I slowly stand, a wicked smile crossing my face. I then take my keyblade and plunge it into his chest. I can feel every bone crack and his heart and lungs get crushed by my keyblade. His head flies up from the pain and blood shoots from his mouth. His blood lands on my face, but I don’t flinch. Ichiro’s last moment in life consists of me smiling down at him, mocking his foolish dreams of becoming something he doesn’t deserve to be.
Riku's Ok!! Sora, not so much...