#rainfell

A "What if Riku had met Aquas' Lingering Will?". During KH2's events Riku would move around by himself, mostly. Finding the rusty "Prisoner" in the undergrounds of Hollow Bastion (former Radiant Garden), Riku is shocked to see the Keyblade in its hands. Trying to defend himself with not only the Soul Eater but the Guardian, the Armor starts to react, as if it is shaken by a stroke of nostalgia or a familiar sense of purpose. With a single blow the keyblade drives through the body of pure darkness, making it sigh one final time before it dissolves. A final attack seems to pull the darkness from Riku for a brief moment, leaving him in a state of shock and fear. Awaiting the final blow, the armored prisoner moves towards him. The keyblade vanishes in a burst of light and petals, as the armor embraces the young man, holding him, and promising him, that the darkness won't have him through a metallic breathe that reminded him of a womans' voice. Touched but also confused, the blindfolded warrior starts to cry, welcoming the warmth of the light that would protect him from the chilling darkness Ansem had left in him.

Sorting his thoughts and his emotions, Riku takes a deep breath and looks at the mysterious Prisoner. Offering her to come with him, setting her free, the armor seems to have lost the purpose that had just emerged. The darkness was gone. The light started to vanish once more. The helmet would turn to him. The empty steps would move towards him once more. But instead of an embrace, Riku felt the grip of keyblade near his fingertips, shorter and weaker than the one it had whielded before. It felt lost and empty, like it was searching for someone yet it didn't know how or where to find that person. "I'm with you. Go." the metallic voice whispered as it passed him. Riku held the key in his hands, unsure what to do with it. Suddenly he felt the stream of energy flow through it, a connection to his heart, like the waves from the ocean he had learned to miss, the stream of clear water from the smallest spring he would seek out when the sun had been too scorching. The light returned, yet it felt foreign to him. It was like this blade wasn't meant for him, but would aid him in the future.

"Why are you giving me this?" the young man asked, muddled by the armored figure. But he would not receive an answer. Only the cluttering of metal would follow, as the armor fell apart, revealing nothing but emptiness. Silence followed as Riku tried to understand what had happened. An empty armor, nothing but a lingering will, carrying out its final orders one final time. His fingers wandered over the blade in his hands, trying to make sense of all this. But all of this seemed beyond him. For now. The will had been passed onto him. And with it a mission to find whoever this keyblade was meant for. Moving towards the door, Riku turned around. The pieces laid scattered on the ground. The light that had kept them together was gone. Possibly never to return. It left him with sadness he hadn't expected. This faint memory of a long-passed sunset raced through his mind. But just as he tried to grasp it, it fainted, like something stopped him from trying to remember. As the keyblade vanished under his command, his appearance changed once more. The heavy body of the man who had cursed him with this nauseating darkness would once again take over, yet something was amiss. The grasp was loosener than before. Riku took a deep breath, only to realize, that the air would run through his body like a stream of water. The weight of Ansems' influence only reached so far, like he had been relieved of a heavy set of armor, that had restricted his movement for years, himself. Was this another gift, the boy wondered, stumbling out of the mysterious room.

Riku put a hand on his chest. The flow of energy still remained, like a sharp yet soothing current. He would return to it one day. But until then, he would keep it save and hidden. Away from the hands of darkness. Away from the Organization. Riku hesitated and called forth the Soul Eater, but-. Instead of the lightning-filled darkness, something else found itself in his hand. The light grip of the dark blade felt heavier, stronger and yet balanced. Light-filled feathers but also a dark shadow would dance with each other, as the sharp pupilled eye would look at him. The red blade, the black and white wing, clinging onto each other... This wasn't the Soul Eater. This was... "A new Keyblade...?" He could feel the darkness yet the light that had engulfed his heart answered as well. "Was this your doing?" he asked into the lonely void around him. He felt the corners of his lips moving upwards. He smiled. He closed his eyes. "Thank you." he spoke, confident, that the owner of the armor would feel his gratefulness.

The door closed. Riku pointed the blade at it. And with a dawn-colored beam of light, the seal would lock it until the day he would return. He lowered the key after a few seconds and exhaled. "Wait for me. I will find you. I promise." he whispered, as he made his way up.

... I think this might have escalated a little, sorry.

Made another one. Rainfell this time.