Rubyfruit Taste (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} rubyfruit_taste) wrote,@ 2008-03-08 02:47:00 |
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| Entry tags: | angst, boys and girls anthology, character-fic, drama, f/f, fanfiction, kingdom hearts, m/f, m/m, other, romance |
Fic--"Boys and Girls"--PG-13
Title: Boys and Girls: Panoramic View of a Hellish Year After
Author: Rubyfruit Pixie
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Genre: What do you call a romance that's more than simply a romance? There's romance and a whole lot of soul searching in this one.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Profanity, romantic and possibly sexual relationships between members of the same gender, drug use and sometimes abuse, mentions of violence and death, and much, much more
Summary: Prologue to the Boys and Girls series of one-shots, in which a few boys and girls stumble through this thing called life, and attempt to find normalcy in their not-at-all-normal lives
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Kingdom Hearts. Yes, I do own this story.
A/N: The events in this story and in this series take place one year after the events of KH2, though the many flashbacks may vary.
Riku Side: Guilty Dreamer
Everything was simple before a year ago, and now, everything seemed as if it would become simple again. There were times when he was glad to be seen as a hero. Everything fell easily into place. The sky was still a brilliant blue over Isle Elysium, the ocean, as clear as ever.
As clean and as perfect as the world around him was, however, he felt that much more unclean. In his mind, Riku was a sinner who could never be reedemed, even by the angel who visited his large and often empty home every day. Occasionally, he'd have a drink or two with the friends who didn't shrink back in his presence or directly say that he was cursed, but more often than not, he'd indulge in drinking Liquid Darkness alone.
He hated himself for it, but what the hell else was there to do for someone like him? Kairi couldn't even bring light to his darkness, and she was supposed to be just that. Perhaps he was the one who was blinded.
"Too much to ask," Riku muttered before finishing off his second bottle of Liquid Darkness and heading off to bed. It seemed early for him, but, he figured, 'What the hell?'
After all, he had no reason to stay awake for long.
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As clean and as perfect as the world around him was, however, he felt that much more unclean. In his mind, Riku was a sinner who could never be reedemed, even by the angel who visited his large and often empty home every day. Occasionally, he'd have a drink or two with the friends who didn't shrink back in his presence or directly say that he was cursed, but more often than not, he'd indulge in drinking Liquid Darkness alone.
He hated himself for it, but what the hell else was there to do for someone like him? Kairi couldn't even bring light to his darkness, and she was supposed to be just that. Perhaps he was the one who was blinded.
"Too much to ask," Riku muttered before finishing off his second bottle of Liquid Darkness and heading off to bed. It seemed early for him, but, he figured, 'What the hell?'
After all, he had no reason to stay awake for long.
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Kairi Side: The Still-Unsolved Puzzle
"Hello...goodbye...hello...goodbye"
The words reverberated in Kairi's mind. Words, and pictures. How many years had it been since that incident? Eighteen people--half of her sixth grade class--were all found mangled, bloodied, their lives gone from their twisted and dismembered bodies. She didn't remember the details before, now...
"I didn't mean to."
Kairi remembered that. Remembered that there were three of them, three girls that she just wished would leave her alone. She couldn't have imagined killing several other people in the process. She hated the way people talked about her as if she was some kind of savior, the one who'd bring light to all the worlds. She was just as tainted as Riku was, if not even more of a monster.
At least Riku got to choose. She sighed and remembered that girls were not exactly spoiled for choice. If anything, her choices in life boiled down to "Do it, or we'll make you do it", which aren't really choices at all.
She was a murderer. Sure, her memories of those events were locked away, but they were unlocked now.
"All you need to do is remember."
Kairi wished that she didn't.
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The words reverberated in Kairi's mind. Words, and pictures. How many years had it been since that incident? Eighteen people--half of her sixth grade class--were all found mangled, bloodied, their lives gone from their twisted and dismembered bodies. She didn't remember the details before, now...
"I didn't mean to."
Kairi remembered that. Remembered that there were three of them, three girls that she just wished would leave her alone. She couldn't have imagined killing several other people in the process. She hated the way people talked about her as if she was some kind of savior, the one who'd bring light to all the worlds. She was just as tainted as Riku was, if not even more of a monster.
At least Riku got to choose. She sighed and remembered that girls were not exactly spoiled for choice. If anything, her choices in life boiled down to "Do it, or we'll make you do it", which aren't really choices at all.
She was a murderer. Sure, her memories of those events were locked away, but they were unlocked now.
"All you need to do is remember."
Kairi wished that she didn't.
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Roxas Side: Dead or Alive, but Preferrably Dead
"Eighty-seven percent sunshine, chance of rain less than ten percent. Temperature--seventy-seven degrees, humidity, twenty percent. Winds, south-southwest, three miles per hour..."
Roxas listened to the radio in the hovercraft he was in. Something happend in Oblivion, then--the details are blurry. Going "home" to the Organization didn't seem to be an option, and going to Twilight Town would bring death to everyone who chose to get involved. This seemed to be the place.
He stepped out of his craft and looked at the sign.
"Welcome to Elysium City, Where All Your Dreams Come True," he read.
He doubted that. Roxas frowned, walking ahead. He'd set the thing to self-destruct once he got twenty-five feet away. It didn't matter. There were hundreds of those escape pods.
He wasn't in Elysium City to start over. Roxas simply wanted to disappear, under the request of a friend who figured that he had nothing to lose.
"Axel...you are a fucking idiot."
Roxas meant it then. Crossing Marluxia was tantamount to suicide, and that pink-haired maniac let everyone know it, of course, by slaughtering the former Superior in front of everyone. Yet, Roxas didn't remember that as much as he remembered Namine's face while the chaos washed over them all during that meeting. She was smiling, as if she knew this would happen. And that scared him more than the spray of deep blue blood and the screams of terror that filled the room, and Roxas's ears.
He remembered, vividly, what Axel told him that night: "I've ripped the tracking device right out. They'd never be able to find you. Go, and find happiness elsewhere, because the only things you will know if you decide to stay are death and pain, and more death. You deserve better."
That was when he told Axel that he was an idiot. And Roxas knew it--protecting someone who tried to run away was bad enough. Simply leaving was cause for the punishment used for traitors, by the biggest traitor of them all.
Roxas sighed and allowed himself a moment of silence for his fallen friend, if Axel actually died.
"You are still a fucking moron," Roxas said to the sky. Sunset, but barely. He'd have to find someplace to sleep, and quickly.
A few hours later, he heard the sound of his hovercraft exploding, and smiled.
They'd never bother looking for a dead man, especially one of his low rank.
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"Eighty-seven percent sunshine, chance of rain less than ten percent. Temperature--seventy-seven degrees, humidity, twenty percent. Winds, south-southwest, three miles per hour..."
Roxas listened to the radio in the hovercraft he was in. Something happend in Oblivion, then--the details are blurry. Going "home" to the Organization didn't seem to be an option, and going to Twilight Town would bring death to everyone who chose to get involved. This seemed to be the place.
He stepped out of his craft and looked at the sign.
"Welcome to Elysium City, Where All Your Dreams Come True," he read.
He doubted that. Roxas frowned, walking ahead. He'd set the thing to self-destruct once he got twenty-five feet away. It didn't matter. There were hundreds of those escape pods.
He wasn't in Elysium City to start over. Roxas simply wanted to disappear, under the request of a friend who figured that he had nothing to lose.
"Axel...you are a fucking idiot."
Roxas meant it then. Crossing Marluxia was tantamount to suicide, and that pink-haired maniac let everyone know it, of course, by slaughtering the former Superior in front of everyone. Yet, Roxas didn't remember that as much as he remembered Namine's face while the chaos washed over them all during that meeting. She was smiling, as if she knew this would happen. And that scared him more than the spray of deep blue blood and the screams of terror that filled the room, and Roxas's ears.
He remembered, vividly, what Axel told him that night: "I've ripped the tracking device right out. They'd never be able to find you. Go, and find happiness elsewhere, because the only things you will know if you decide to stay are death and pain, and more death. You deserve better."
That was when he told Axel that he was an idiot. And Roxas knew it--protecting someone who tried to run away was bad enough. Simply leaving was cause for the punishment used for traitors, by the biggest traitor of them all.
Roxas sighed and allowed himself a moment of silence for his fallen friend, if Axel actually died.
"You are still a fucking moron," Roxas said to the sky. Sunset, but barely. He'd have to find someplace to sleep, and quickly.
A few hours later, he heard the sound of his hovercraft exploding, and smiled.
They'd never bother looking for a dead man, especially one of his low rank.
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Olette Side: Everything to Everybody
Olette frowned. She realized that she was really nothing more than a pawn, Princess of Heart title aside. She, especially. Who didn't try to use her? Well, Hayner and Pence didn't, but still. She was drained by anyone and everyone she came across. Her parents, especially.
She figured, 'Who else would put their only daughter through something like this?' The requirements for a Minor Princess of Heart were daunting, the process nearly impossible for all but the strongest of hearts. Her mother told her, "Olette, there are many girls, lesser girls, who have lost their minds or their lives. Be grateful that you were strong enough to face this."
Shows how much she knew. Olette knew that something was taken from her. It was something important, she knew that much.
"Humanity," Pence said, "You lost that."
He knew a lot more than everyone thought he did about the other world that existed just beneath the surface of the one that everyone else currently operated in. Perhaps that was what happend in the Princess-making process. The parts that made her a person were gone or hidden somehow.
Yesterday, though, she cried.
The day before, she smiled, and it felt genuine.
Today, she remembered the dream she had the night before. A day when Night would finally fall over Twilight Town, and then the worlds, then a more brilliant Morning. Perhaps it was a metaphor for what was happening to her, perhaps it was literal.
Perhaps it meant that she would finally be freed.
She figured, 'Who else would put their only daughter through something like this?' The requirements for a Minor Princess of Heart were daunting, the process nearly impossible for all but the strongest of hearts. Her mother told her, "Olette, there are many girls, lesser girls, who have lost their minds or their lives. Be grateful that you were strong enough to face this."
Shows how much she knew. Olette knew that something was taken from her. It was something important, she knew that much.
"Humanity," Pence said, "You lost that."
He knew a lot more than everyone thought he did about the other world that existed just beneath the surface of the one that everyone else currently operated in. Perhaps that was what happend in the Princess-making process. The parts that made her a person were gone or hidden somehow.
Yesterday, though, she cried.
The day before, she smiled, and it felt genuine.
Today, she remembered the dream she had the night before. A day when Night would finally fall over Twilight Town, and then the worlds, then a more brilliant Morning. Perhaps it was a metaphor for what was happening to her, perhaps it was literal.
Perhaps it meant that she would finally be freed.
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Fuu Side: A Dying Breed
"Life is a series of losses. Loss, then more loss. Pain, then more pain. Death followed by even more death."
The words from another cycle. Second? Fourth? Even she couldn't know. Fuu sighed, sitting there on her roof, looking at the sky. When night would actually fall, no one knew. It'd been a year since the event that the media called The Great Keyblade War came to a close, but she knew that it'd never really "end" until the Keybearer died, or until the Era of Darkness began.
Either one would mean the end of the worlds as she knew it.
In a previous cycle, Fuu had been called "a dying breed of soldier", and here, in this current one, it was no different. In this current cycle, she lived two seperate lives. Here, in Twilight Town, she lived the life of an unassuming student, who, to most people, was possibly mute. In another realm, she was Captain of the Guard in the Royal Army of the Fairy Realm.
If only her family and friends knew about it. Wasn't as if they'd be able to understand, much less accept, that the often-nonverbal girl was actually important. Fuu smirked a bit. She knew that her hair color marked her as a cursed being, and her eyes, even moreso. Oh well. Perhaps she'd use her curse for better things than killing for the sake of killing.
Perhaps she'd become a protector, if only the one she was protecting the whole time actually knew about the whole situation.
On the other hand, she wondered, at random, what it'd be like to fuck someone knowing that they'd killed a person.
A dying breed indeed. Perhaps such fighters...should finally rest.
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The words from another cycle. Second? Fourth? Even she couldn't know. Fuu sighed, sitting there on her roof, looking at the sky. When night would actually fall, no one knew. It'd been a year since the event that the media called The Great Keyblade War came to a close, but she knew that it'd never really "end" until the Keybearer died, or until the Era of Darkness began.
Either one would mean the end of the worlds as she knew it.
In a previous cycle, Fuu had been called "a dying breed of soldier", and here, in this current one, it was no different. In this current cycle, she lived two seperate lives. Here, in Twilight Town, she lived the life of an unassuming student, who, to most people, was possibly mute. In another realm, she was Captain of the Guard in the Royal Army of the Fairy Realm.
If only her family and friends knew about it. Wasn't as if they'd be able to understand, much less accept, that the often-nonverbal girl was actually important. Fuu smirked a bit. She knew that her hair color marked her as a cursed being, and her eyes, even moreso. Oh well. Perhaps she'd use her curse for better things than killing for the sake of killing.
Perhaps she'd become a protector, if only the one she was protecting the whole time actually knew about the whole situation.
On the other hand, she wondered, at random, what it'd be like to fuck someone knowing that they'd killed a person.
A dying breed indeed. Perhaps such fighters...should finally rest.
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The Boy Without a Name: He Who Even The Devil Has Rejected
The streets of Downtown Elysium City showed a different face at night than they did during the day, and on those streets was, as usual, the throwaway kids who'd swallow different-colored pills and wash them down with Liquid Darkness--the closest to a meal they'd get this week.
Among them, sleeping in a cardboard box, was a boy who, at first glance, looked like Riku as he had two years ago. He didn't remember much--his name, where he came from. Rather, he didn't want to remember. He knew that he'd come from a place where violence was the norm, and that he was lucky to get out undetected.
The best he could hope for was to wait until morning.
That morning, he wandered the massive downtown area.
"...What...?"
"Ah! Good morning!"
He was face-to-face with a girl with bright green eyes and a smile that said, "You can trust me".
"...Morning," he said back.
"My name is Selphie! What's yours?"
So, this was Selphie? The boy shook his head. "I don't have one." It wasn't a lie. The cotton-candy-haired man gave him one, but he didn't really like it.
Selphie smiled at him and said, "No name, hmm? Well, I think I'll give you one. Hmm...hmm....How about...Toshiro!"
The boy nodded. It sounded much, much nicer than the one that Marluxia gave him. "Toshiro...Okay."
Selphie smiled, leading the boy off. "I'll take you to my place. I promise, we'll get some food into you. I can't cook very well, at all, but my mom's top-notch..."
The boy followed along, attempting to listen to Selphie. She could talk a lot in one breath. He wondered if she was something more than human, or if that was just something girls did with no explanation. They walked on until they got to a pleasant-looking house with a large, well-manicured yard.
"Welcome to your home for a while," Selphie said, "At least until you finally find your real home."
"Toshiro" was in no hurry to leave this little slice of heaven, nor was he eager to go "home", wherever that really was.
~End~
The streets of Downtown Elysium City showed a different face at night than they did during the day, and on those streets was, as usual, the throwaway kids who'd swallow different-colored pills and wash them down with Liquid Darkness--the closest to a meal they'd get this week.
Among them, sleeping in a cardboard box, was a boy who, at first glance, looked like Riku as he had two years ago. He didn't remember much--his name, where he came from. Rather, he didn't want to remember. He knew that he'd come from a place where violence was the norm, and that he was lucky to get out undetected.
The best he could hope for was to wait until morning.
That morning, he wandered the massive downtown area.
"...What...?"
"Ah! Good morning!"
He was face-to-face with a girl with bright green eyes and a smile that said, "You can trust me".
"...Morning," he said back.
"My name is Selphie! What's yours?"
So, this was Selphie? The boy shook his head. "I don't have one." It wasn't a lie. The cotton-candy-haired man gave him one, but he didn't really like it.
Selphie smiled at him and said, "No name, hmm? Well, I think I'll give you one. Hmm...hmm....How about...Toshiro!"
The boy nodded. It sounded much, much nicer than the one that Marluxia gave him. "Toshiro...Okay."
Selphie smiled, leading the boy off. "I'll take you to my place. I promise, we'll get some food into you. I can't cook very well, at all, but my mom's top-notch..."
The boy followed along, attempting to listen to Selphie. She could talk a lot in one breath. He wondered if she was something more than human, or if that was just something girls did with no explanation. They walked on until they got to a pleasant-looking house with a large, well-manicured yard.
"Welcome to your home for a while," Selphie said, "At least until you finally find your real home."
"Toshiro" was in no hurry to leave this little slice of heaven, nor was he eager to go "home", wherever that really was.
~End~