Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Remorse ❯ No more Riku ( Chapter 1 )

He just had to seal the door to Kingdom Hearts. That was the only responsibility left for him, and he had intended to keep up with it to the fullest. The King and his Keyblade were by his side, and with the Oblivion in his hands, he would surely be able to take down all of the Darksides, no matter how many were thrown at him.

But he saw his face, and her smile. In the escaping light, he saw them slide away and away, out of his grasp in a slow, tormenting retreat. The eerie glow of hands that he once use to hold and caress, slowly diminishing into nothing.

The King was calling to him to gain his senses, and to help fight the Darkside. He knew that he was needed, as the King would never be able to defend them both. But the darkness was a never-ending night, and thus sleep seemed to be in order.

A stagger of his feet and he almost tripped over the empty floor. He reached out to grab something, anything that would be of use, and instead found nothing once more. He bit back the bitter laugh that threatened to escape his mouth as he looked at the irony in the entire situation as he landed on the invisible floor.

It wasn’t always irony, perhaps. It had been for a good cause at first; but for him to have called the Heartless into him and to have been taken by their power, even though he knew they were the ones at fault. That was the irony. He joined the thing he hated so much to save something already saved. And then he couldn’t help his own feelings of being alone and used.

Countless times he had wondered and wished, wondering why he couldn’t of been the one with the spiraling dreams that Sora had. …But he had, to be honest. His dreams were completely black, and though he fell, he never had anything to land on. There was never any sound, and never anyone there to catch him or help him down. Seeing that he was alone in his dreams frightened him, and he always reached out his hand, hoping somebody would grab hold and pull him up.

He fled to the comfort that Kairi and him would be together. That she would be there for him. But she had been stolen--no…she had given herself to Sora, letting their hearts intertwine as to not be ripped apart by outer forces. Outer forces meant him more then the Heartless, and that notion almost made him vomit.

“Riku! Riku, grab a’ hold of yourself!” the King shouted, letting his large hands wrap around Riku’s shoulders as he made to help the other stand. Riku stumbled to his feet, shutting his eyes and breathing slow and deep. “I’m…ok.” he lied, opening his emerald eyes and looking down at the King, Mickey Mouse.

Though the mouse didn’t show the unbelieving look, it was clear in the way he ordered the next instructions that Riku wasn’t believed. The silver-haired teen didn’t seem to care and blew it off. He clutched the oblivion in his hand while the King grasped his Keyblade.

“GO!” the King shouted, and both shot out towards the Darksides on the opposite sides of the room. Riku slaughtered them by the two’s while the King by the three’s.

The dance continued for hours, it seemed, though only a couple had passed. Sweat dripped profusely from both, and more Darksides arose even still. There were no green energy balls or small, pestering Heartless here. It was take them on with what you have left, and both sides were fighting a losing battle.

The hits came one by one, and the blows came in successive motions that Riku couldn’t block. Almost at the end of his rope, Riku held up his Oblivion to block anymore attacks. The King was already out.

All of the Darksides began to summon the energy into their empty chests. They arched their backs and gave out a sicken scream, using all of their powers combined to create waves and waves of spheres of the dark energy. Riku gasped, breathing now shaky as he prepared himself to run. There would be no way to avoid all of them, the teen knew, but he had to try.

A growl in place, the teen began to run straight towards the patches of just darkness, not allowing the semi-lit orbs to catch up to him. However, his weak and tired bones couldn’t keep up with his actions, and he was forced to slow.

Riku shut his eyes as pain collided with him. He was brought into the air and thrown, just to collide with another orb. It continuously went on like that, where he was thrown into another and another, like a broken pinball machine.

Enough was enough, Riku decided as he felt his energy depleting. He shut his eyes tightly and let out a horrible scream. His body filled with light so intense that the Darksides no longer had any more orbs to let out. There were no more Darksides.

In fact, there was no more Riku.

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Like his dreams, his body sank and sank and sank into the darkness. He thought of outstretching his arm, like he always did, but other thoughts told him not to. For once, he had voices.

“Come over here, deary…”

He gave out an involuntary shiver at the old witch’s voice. He imagined her hand waving towards him, beckoning him back to her once more. He tightened his eyes.

Fight the voices. They’ll hold you back.

Another voice, now. Much more warmer, but very salty and old. He wanted to reach out for it, and his hand twitched in compliance. However, he quickly retreated back into himself when another voice sprang up.

“Now, think no more of him, and come with me. I’ll help you find what you’re searching for…”

“No!” He thought, bringing his hands over his body to hug himself. “No more of you, Maleficent!”

Yes! Fight her! the old woman’s voice exclaimed, though it still held it’s mono tone.

“Who…are you…?” Riku asked, trying to painfully rip his head away from thoughts of Maleficent. There was still more darkness, but more and more light shined through.

Your savior.

A gasp emitted from shock opened Riku’s eyes and he suddenly realized he had been the one gasping. He erupted into a fit of coughing, and he sat up to try and calm himself.

“Drink this.” the same voice came, and Riku immediately made a grab for the water. He began to bring it to his mouth, but it was knocked back as he continued with his coughing. The water fell to the floor and onto the futon that Riku currently sat on.

His head throbbed, and he felt incredibly sick. He stopped his coughing in small gasps of air and looked around. Through his dizzy eyes, he saw he was no longer in Kingdom Hearts. He was in a room, plain besides the small entertainment center holding a box in the corner of the room. Clearing his vision as best he could, Riku also noticed the short table filled with a pitcher of water and a few items that were foreign to him. Pillows were scattered across the bamboo floor and a mattress covered the bottom of the table, as if hiding something underneath it.

He turned his head slowly, seeing a person that seemed to be old enough to be his grandmother. However, fever clouded his vision and all he could think of the women was that she was his mother, and that his entire adventure had just been fever-induced.

“Mo…ther…?” he asked quietly and in a scratchy voice, the side effect of his sore and parched throat. He wasn’t able to see the reaction of the women before he fell back down onto his wet futon. He hadn’t passed out yet, but his face was red and he was breathing hard. Sweat came from him, profusely flowing down his face and arms. He couldn’t help but shiver, and yet he felt hot the entire time.

The older women, clearly startled by the mistaken identity, cleared her throat before cleaning up with spilt glass of water. She poured more into the cup before taking it to Riku’s lips and bringing his head up. She forced the cool water down his throat, and he only stared up at her through his blank eyes, trying to figure out what was happening. He couldn’t see anymore and soon his entire vision was black.