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Kingdom Hearts, "Sentiment" (DiZ+Riku+Namine)
Drabble: DiZ and Riku and Namine, the nature of memory
No warnings, spoilers through TWTNW, memory business. Part four round two of drabble exchange with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
libekory; done, baby! Mild triangletasticness of Riku, Sora, Namine. Assemble as desired. This is probably more Namine than libekory was expecting when she made the challenge, and less DiZ, but this is what came to mind and there just wasn't room for much more of him. ♥
.sentiment.
Guilt meant that she could only watch while they argued.
Riku insisted, "There has to be another way! He doesn't deserve what we've done to him -- no matter what the goal is!"
And DiZ snapped, "You don't have a say! You don't remember Sora well enough to make an informed decision!"
They stared at one another, flat eyes glaring beneath hood and wrap. When Riku finally broke and left the room, DiZ turned to pace in frustration.
"Damn fool," he said to himself. "You would think he doesn't feel it! Whether or not he remembers, the chains that bind him to Sora are still tight around his heart. He can't mean this."
"Maybe that's why he empathizes with Roxas," Namine said quietly, and he whirled on her, so furious that she could feel it.
"Damn fool," DiZ repeated, scathingly. "It's memories that make us who we are. He would do well to keep in mind that until he has his memories of Sora, he'll never be able to judge what his life is worth."
He wasn't wrong, but still Namine found herself aching for Riku when she approached him in the pod.
"It's hard to not remember," said Riku, to no one in particular. She settled beside him. "Don't feel bad -- it's not your fault. You didn't choose any of this. But... it's hard." It was a very kind lie.
Namine asked, "Do you feel the same as you used to?"
He was still, and then shook his head. "I feel fine. Even if I'm not the same as I used to be... and that may be true... it doesn't mean I'm not still a person. Or my opinion is invalid." Then, "It must be hard on you not to remember anything." Dark-skinned fingers curled over her smaller hand, and he looked away like he didn't want to see if she smiled or not. She did anyway, feeling warmer. "Does it shape the way you think much?"
"Sometimes," she admitted. There were few things emptier than a body with neither a heart nor memories. Sometimes Namine envied Roxas for the same thing that Riku hated; at least he had the illusion of being real, more than just a half-seen reflection of light.
Riku hesitated, then took his hood down. He glanced at her from the corner of yellow eyes, as if expecting her to recoil from the sight of him. She didn't. "I keep thinking he was important to me," he said, almost confessing. "So much that I would've done anything... Can he really have been as important as my heart makes me think?"
Namine thought of Sora's sweet smile, hurt but clear, of his hands holding hers, warm, like Riku's. She wondered if this kindness was something Sora had created in him. "Yes," she said. "He really was."
No warnings, spoilers through TWTNW, memory business. Part four round two of drabble exchange with
libekory; done, baby! Mild triangletasticness of Riku, Sora, Namine. Assemble as desired. This is probably more Namine than libekory was expecting when she made the challenge, and less DiZ, but this is what came to mind and there just wasn't room for much more of him. ♥.sentiment.
Guilt meant that she could only watch while they argued.
Riku insisted, "There has to be another way! He doesn't deserve what we've done to him -- no matter what the goal is!"
And DiZ snapped, "You don't have a say! You don't remember Sora well enough to make an informed decision!"
They stared at one another, flat eyes glaring beneath hood and wrap. When Riku finally broke and left the room, DiZ turned to pace in frustration.
"Damn fool," he said to himself. "You would think he doesn't feel it! Whether or not he remembers, the chains that bind him to Sora are still tight around his heart. He can't mean this."
"Maybe that's why he empathizes with Roxas," Namine said quietly, and he whirled on her, so furious that she could feel it.
"Damn fool," DiZ repeated, scathingly. "It's memories that make us who we are. He would do well to keep in mind that until he has his memories of Sora, he'll never be able to judge what his life is worth."
He wasn't wrong, but still Namine found herself aching for Riku when she approached him in the pod.
"It's hard to not remember," said Riku, to no one in particular. She settled beside him. "Don't feel bad -- it's not your fault. You didn't choose any of this. But... it's hard." It was a very kind lie.
Namine asked, "Do you feel the same as you used to?"
He was still, and then shook his head. "I feel fine. Even if I'm not the same as I used to be... and that may be true... it doesn't mean I'm not still a person. Or my opinion is invalid." Then, "It must be hard on you not to remember anything." Dark-skinned fingers curled over her smaller hand, and he looked away like he didn't want to see if she smiled or not. She did anyway, feeling warmer. "Does it shape the way you think much?"
"Sometimes," she admitted. There were few things emptier than a body with neither a heart nor memories. Sometimes Namine envied Roxas for the same thing that Riku hated; at least he had the illusion of being real, more than just a half-seen reflection of light.
Riku hesitated, then took his hood down. He glanced at her from the corner of yellow eyes, as if expecting her to recoil from the sight of him. She didn't. "I keep thinking he was important to me," he said, almost confessing. "So much that I would've done anything... Can he really have been as important as my heart makes me think?"
Namine thought of Sora's sweet smile, hurt but clear, of his hands holding hers, warm, like Riku's. She wondered if this kindness was something Sora had created in him. "Yes," she said. "He really was."