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Fanfic -- Run -- PG
A One-Shot Fic!

Title: Run
Author: Rubyfruit Pixie
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Genre: Angst. Lots and lots and lots of it.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Profanity, mild sexual content
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts. This fic, however...
A/N: Some more Nise/Kairi, for your reading pleasure. The quote in the beginning of the fic comes from the book The Handmaid's Tale.



In the old days, you had freedom to. Now you have freedom from.

Kairi woke up with a start. These dreams were becoming more and more frequent. Dreams of billowy dresses with lace and ribbons, and high, high heels. Dreams of being led onto a glass dance floor, the face of the one leading her as yet unknown. Were these dreams of another life, perhaps?

"What the hell?" She settled back in, and tried to dream about something, anything else.

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Kairi was in a different place, in a different outfit. A small tiara rested on her head, and her shoulder-length red hair was pinned up in a neat bun. She looked at herself in one of the many, many mirrors that lined the great walls. She was wearing another one of those godawful lacy, frilly dresses, this one was a soft blue. Upon looking closer, her eyes were no longer her usual vibrant blue-violet, but an equally vibrant shade of pink.

She was called away from her dressing room--as she thought of it as--and went out on the dance floor, like in many dreams before.

The party was unlike anything she'd ever experienced.

She smiled prettily at everyone and danced with all the boys, as she was instructed by her dear benefactor. It was fun, most of the time. Some of them held Kairi a bit too closely, let their hands linger too long in some places. It made her sick, but it was for her as-yet unseen benefactor. So she tolerated the covert fondling, the stolen kisses from older men whose breath smelled of alcohol.

One boy watched with keen interest, a boy with aqua-green eyes that saw everything that transpired. He took his chance, when the poor girl was finally released from yet another possible suitor.

Kairi looked up. She asked, "Would you like to dance with me? It's a hundred munny per ten minutes."

The boy blinked. "...And you don't even know my name?"

Kairi smiled and said, "Unless you'd be willing to tell me yours."

"Nisemono," the boy answered, "My name. Now, to the balcony?"

He led Kairi to the balcony, away from the noise and the greedy, grabbing hands. Not too long ago, Nisemono was where Kairi is now. He'd made it his personal mission to save Kairi. It was too late for the many others who'd come and gone, now prisoners in the plush basement dollhouse. Nisemono saw it once before, the pretty girls always dressed flawlessly, their artificial smiles never leaving their faces.

And through it all was Namine, who directed the poor girls' movements.

Nisemono held Kairi's gloved hands in his own. "Run away with me," he said.

"I...I can't," Kairi answered.

Nisemono looked deeper into Kairi's rose-colored eyes. "Run away with me."

"...Where will I go?" Kairi asked.

Nisemono held Kairi closely. He said, "There is a place. An island in the sky. We'll go there."

Kairi nodded. "When?"

Nisemono smiled. "Later tonight. I'll be waiting."

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Kairi woke up again. That was new. Who was this Nisemono, and why did he come into the dream tonight? She sat up for a long time after that, trying to put the pieces of her confusing dreams together. The outfits, the threats of being sent to the basement, the boy with Riku's eyes, Riku's face--but was clearly not Riku...what was that about?

And when would she see the boy again?

She lay down again, making an attempt to dream of something, anything, to see the boy again.

~end~