Post by Akuseru on Nov 2, 2006 18:53:49 GMT -5
(Drea)
Rain poured down on the deserted streets of the world that always stayed dark. Cold, clear drops fell into the puddles formed after just a few minutes of the heavy down pour. Everything seemed to be in partial slow motion for the lustrous sterling haired teen ontop of Memory's Skyscraper. His cerulean eyes watched the heart shaped moon over head as clouds hazed over the stars he watched every night. The sky used to always be so clear during the witching hour when he was up there, but this duskiness seemed to be different...so...foreboding.
The teen looked at his hands, while in deep reminiscing thoughts of his 'home'. His small sigh reached just a few inches around him as a meager gust of wind blew his mid-back length hair towards the other buidlings.
"Whats wrong with me tonight...?" his voice was quiet, almost ghostly like he was whispering to one so dearly close.
His eyes wearily shut as the breeze picked up it's speed. The senses he had started to pick up the smallest noise through the wind, like a cry, maybe even a plead. But what he heard most, was... Sora, the ocean, and her.
"My mind is playing tricks on me... this can't be right... there's no ocean, theres no Sora, theres no..." He choked on his own words. It's like he couldn't bring himself to say her name. He had hurt her so much in the past, he felt ashamed. One of his close friends... and the name couldn't even flow through his lips like when he was just a mear child.
Finally, he heard it. He heard his name but it was almost silent.
'Who is talking to me? why?' His mind raced and pictures of people just leaked into his head. It was overpowering, painful, and his eyes started to unfocus. He fell to his knees and put his hands on his head; the sterling hair sifting through his fingers while he shook in jolting waves.
Suddenly, he let out a gasp and winced as memories shot back at an alarming pace. A voice had broken through the memories and it sounded distant.
"Riku..."
"That... voice....." he felt himself tip over against the small pebbles on the roof and his eyes drifted shut. An unconsious state took over his mind, and his darkness took over slowly.
+~+
Riku shot up in bed, breathing heavy with his bangs plastered to his face from the cold sweat.
"Sora! Kairi!" he bellowed as his fists turned white from being clenched to hard around the blankets. "It... it was just a dream..." he sighed with a somber tone while flopping back onto the bed. His argentate hiar sprawled out around him; as his eyes focused up on the ceiling.
'That dream was so strange... I can't tell if it was trying to say something to me... or... warn me...?'
Riku sighed again and let his eyes seal up for the night. He had felt heavy somnolence for the past few days; he was due for a breather.
Rain poured down on the deserted streets of the world that always stayed dark. Cold, clear drops fell into the puddles formed after just a few minutes of the heavy down pour. Everything seemed to be in partial slow motion for the lustrous sterling haired teen ontop of Memory's Skyscraper. His cerulean eyes watched the heart shaped moon over head as clouds hazed over the stars he watched every night. The sky used to always be so clear during the witching hour when he was up there, but this duskiness seemed to be different...so...foreboding.
The teen looked at his hands, while in deep reminiscing thoughts of his 'home'. His small sigh reached just a few inches around him as a meager gust of wind blew his mid-back length hair towards the other buidlings.
"Whats wrong with me tonight...?" his voice was quiet, almost ghostly like he was whispering to one so dearly close.
His eyes wearily shut as the breeze picked up it's speed. The senses he had started to pick up the smallest noise through the wind, like a cry, maybe even a plead. But what he heard most, was... Sora, the ocean, and her.
"My mind is playing tricks on me... this can't be right... there's no ocean, theres no Sora, theres no..." He choked on his own words. It's like he couldn't bring himself to say her name. He had hurt her so much in the past, he felt ashamed. One of his close friends... and the name couldn't even flow through his lips like when he was just a mear child.
Finally, he heard it. He heard his name but it was almost silent.
'Who is talking to me? why?' His mind raced and pictures of people just leaked into his head. It was overpowering, painful, and his eyes started to unfocus. He fell to his knees and put his hands on his head; the sterling hair sifting through his fingers while he shook in jolting waves.
Suddenly, he let out a gasp and winced as memories shot back at an alarming pace. A voice had broken through the memories and it sounded distant.
"Riku..."
"That... voice....." he felt himself tip over against the small pebbles on the roof and his eyes drifted shut. An unconsious state took over his mind, and his darkness took over slowly.
+~+
Riku shot up in bed, breathing heavy with his bangs plastered to his face from the cold sweat.
"Sora! Kairi!" he bellowed as his fists turned white from being clenched to hard around the blankets. "It... it was just a dream..." he sighed with a somber tone while flopping back onto the bed. His argentate hiar sprawled out around him; as his eyes focused up on the ceiling.
'That dream was so strange... I can't tell if it was trying to say something to me... or... warn me...?'
Riku sighed again and let his eyes seal up for the night. He had felt heavy somnolence for the past few days; he was due for a breather.
