#everlastingdxrk

Ansme: No son of mine will be a hero of light.

Riku: Then I'll run away! To Twilight Town, Destiny Islands! The light capitals of the world!

Ansem took the card and looked it over. Number one dad. Oh how he wished he had a heart. For the first time in his existence he almost felt something. Like a strange tightness in his chest. Was this… emotion? This was a masterpiece, it contained more beauty than the architecture of the Castle that Never Was, Classical artists would weep before it. If the Seeker of Darkness could… he would weep before it.

He set the card down for safe keeping and picked the boy up off the ground to hold him close against his chest. “It’s lovely, Son. Thank you.”

I would bathe in the light and see my own destruction if it meant you were to be safe.

      There was a pause and Riku thought he was going to see the card get thrown across the room or torn up into pieces. He wasn’t the BEST crafter, but he tried his best and he thought that he did a pretty good job.  When he was given words of praise for his work, Riku’s aquamarine eyes lit up like the sun. When he was hoisted HIGH into the air he giggled and wrapped his arms around Ansem’s neck for stability. “Do ya really like it?! I’m sorry I used some noodle pieces but I thought they looked nice. . .” He admitted sheepishly as his tiny fingers fiddled with his hair. “Anyway, I made it all by myself! I didn’t ask for help or nothn’!” There might be glue on his playroom floor now . . . but that was a secret. 

 Fading Slowly | a response drabble to @everlastingdxrk​​‘s {x}

            Asleep for the first time in what seemed like weeks. Finally the crown prince was done fighting to stay awake so that he could finish everything that he needed to finish. He was resting in his bed next to the person he promised to spend forever with. SILENCE. The calming word surrounded the engaged pair as they slept soundlessly throughout the night. 

              BLINK. A dream. . .  Riku’s cyan eyes opened to a world the was painted in indigo and charcoal smoke. It smelled of something . . . Burning. The air was thick and HEAVY, like trying to walk through jello without anyway to push through. He knew this feeling. . .  He recognized this feeling from the minute that it began to settle in on his body. The Realm of Darkness. . . but how did he get here? This wasn’t like any dream he had had in the past. In his previous dreams, he was able to recognize that it was a dream and force himself out of them -- keyblade drawn and at the ready -- but still out of them with a scream. This was different. Every technique he tried was failing him. 

              He was in a world surrounded by SILENCE. 

              “H-Huh . . .?”

              ‘C’mon, Riku! Get up, you lazy bum!’

              Cyan eyes looked up at the darkened sky to see a single light peering down at him. It was so blinding that it caused the prince of darkness to shield his eyes from the light with his right hand.  Reaching from the light he saw a hand, one lone hand that belonged to none other than Sora. It was reaching toward him, similar to the way that he himself reached his hand toward Sora before their adventure apart began.  As he reached for the hand, the image of it began fading slowly along with the halo of light that was surrounding it. 

              “Sora. . .? I- ! Sora!”

              ‘Riku!’

              He ran toward the light, but it kept getting farther and farther away. It was almost as if someone was pulling that light that surrounded his heart out of him and dragging it farther and farther into the distance. The light inside of him was fading slowly. Riku himself was sinking deeper and deeper into the darkened world he stood present in. 

              SILENCE.  The voice of his best friend was no longer present, nor was the light. Unable to know where to go Riku ran as fast as he could. Where? To who? He didn’t know, he just knew that if he ran fast enough he might be able to escape what was happening. Then he FELL as the world beneath his feet shattered, sending him into a black and violet pool as deep as one’s imagination could be. 

              “H-Help me!” He cried as he reached toward the surface . . . but not one person came. Not one person reached out to him. He should have known . . . In the Realm of Darkness all you are left with is your PAIN, your MISERY, and your DESPAIR. You’re alone in a world of suffocating SILENCE. 

              Soon the SILENCE was replaced by a voice that haunted him day in and day out -- the voice of the seeker that made every day of his childhood and every day after a living NIGHTMARE. 

              ‘Did you miss me, Riku?’ The voice hissed through the dark water that was surrounding the slowly drowning silverette where he lay.

              “NEVER!” Riku spat harshly as he continued to try to swim the the rapidly disappearing light-touched surface. “Why am I here?!” The harder he tried to swim, the further the light got to be. A few more reaches toward the surface . . .

              . . . And it was gone COMPLETELY. 

              “W-Wait! The light - Sora! ANSEM, WHAT DID YOU D-” Riku SCREAMED into the deafening darkness that was slowly filling every vein, every crevice of his body. He was getting cold. . . 

              So. . .

                            So. . . 

                                          Cold. . .

              ‘Always such a temper. . .  Don’t worry. . . This will be over soon.’ The voice spoke calmly into his ear as the rest of the darkness began to swallow Riku whole. His heart was aching in his chest. The pain was stinging, STABBING him over and over again with a thousand daggers. This PAIN  . . . This MISERY . . . Every doubt-filled, self-damaging thought and desire were coming to the forefront of his mind. He was succumbing to the darkness COMPLETELY, just as he had done before.

              “What will be over soon? What are you- !” Riku GASPED as the darkness finally took his lungs and his heart completely. He grabbed his throat as he reached for the surface one last time before he lost consciousness all together. “W-What. . .are you . . .” SILENCE was surrounding him all over again, and as his eyes closed to the world the rest of Riku faded slowly into the darkness for good.

              When he awoke, Riku stood now in a battlefield. Well, his body did, but the real Riku was left asleep in the Realm of Darkness. Fingerless-gloved hands curled and uncurled as the seeker adjusted to the form he had taken a short while ago. Cyan eyes were now tainted gold as the haunting body wielded Braveheart while defending the injured being. A face they trusted with a voice that was a mixture of old and new. This would be DELICIOUS. 

EVERLASTINGDXRK INQUIRED:

Well in that case. *randomly punches Riku in the face*

     “WHAT THE-- HEY!”  He reached his hand up to touch his nose, that was now bleeding, and his bottom lip that he had bitten in to. “WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM!?”