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Brief introduction: Untitled # 1 Untitled # 1
born this summer - has been in the pipeline for a long time, after all: it has a maturation period of abundant and perhaps complete.
The truth is that one of the things that I find most difficult in the world is to get things done. It is not a question of bad habits or irresponsibility: simply, I'm bored.
An object, a person, a written, if we spend too much time in close contact becomes quite hateful to me. It is a ruin of those matters that I, I know.
And I know that I decided to write it because David is a mentally ill person and a brief review of CaskaLangley did the rest.
So here I am.
Take this for what it is written, not for what would have been .
For myself I find it condescending, a tantinello redundant and obnoxious - but I, however, are a critical exceptionally controversial.
fun.


Title: Untitled # 1 ;
Author: S. (~ Changingroom chiododaBara)
Readers: yellow dot ~ WARNING;
Chapters: 1 ;
Words: 988 ;
Characters: Kingdom Hearts ~ Sora, Riku, Kairi,
Pairing: OT3 explicitly! ~ RiSoKai;
Features: one-shot ~ # 002 Intermezzo;
Plot: be heroes, after all, what was the point? What was the fight, resist, not to die, if not for them?


Untitled # 1

Every step he took the reported to mind those days.
The sand, the sun. The hands, all those smiles.
Perhaps they were children, when tight-lipped
he said, "This is not my place" and Sora looked at him as if frightened because he knew he really believed it.
They were just children, remember. Would not stop a moment to think about it.
Now everything was different.
Impugrare the Keyblade, lift. Talk to people, to deceive. They were nothing but small gestures that brought him back to their most stupid and wonderful meaning, why did what he did. And every gesture that makes every single gesture was for them.
was for them that suffering for them that little, tiny, nagging feeling of emptiness, anxiety for them, that desire to go home, to put things right. And all those things he could not explain.
be heroes, after all, what was the point? What was the fight, resist, not to die, if not for them?
to clear skin of him, betrayed. For the narrow face of her forgiveness.

Every step he took him brings to mind those days.
The night full of beautiful colors and wood. The mouths, all those sighs.
Nothing had changed. He was the same and so will his tireless, alive to be there forever, with them.
He lived every moment with all hoping himself that each step he took was a step that led to them - this only this made sense. Not the battles, no doors, no keys, no enemies. Not the words that were spoken, not the promises not kept. If he was still alive, still breathing, if it was only because their presence felt strong.
Because when night fell, when it was cold when it was, Riku and Kairi were eager light of dawn, her skin scalded by the sun, millions and millions of words.
The only clear picture of their smiles and beautiful enough to keep him alive.

Every moment he spent every single moment, being trapped in the net of his thoughts and remained motionless, dangling before his eyes lost in the void.
His heart was pounding, without restraint.
Nothing could keep him from continuing to fight until he had had life until his last breath, would bring home from Riku Kairi. Nothing else mattered.
Nothing heroic, nothing great, there would be nothing to tell who had requested them, without being able to understand what they would have responded
"What happened to you during these years?". Nothing that was not
"We have searched for. We tovati. We're back. We will not go away anymore. "
No one would understand, but smiles and secrets in their hands would narrow the each other.
was all that life had taught him: he was born to them, them.
And every single breath was meant to be with them again .

she wanted back Riku.
Some of its expressions, especially. Some of her smiles indescribable. Those things that people found him undeniably unpleasant because unexplained.
He laughed, he smiled when he said Sora "I've tried. I found you. "
"I have permission to look for. I made sure that I was "
would have answered him, still smiling that smile of unfriendly and moving. Like a whisper.
was all that wanted. GIVEN its voice heard those exact words.
Every moment spent holding the Keyblade that he needed to keep in mind that the place was not Riku's island in the sea.
But their hearts - and that of his Kairi.

would have been absurd, then. Inexplicable.
would have their mouths to speak - but a new language, made up of gestures.
Their hands would have danced in a tangle of skin and smells, light, distances vanish and become nothing more than skin to fill the empty two-year absence dug relentlessly, and their basins, mad, they would reassess the contours of their reality with a violence so as to be crystalline sweet, almost, their hands have stitched up the wound with bleeding strokes that were those years of absence, lack
It was the name of Sora felt that feeling in the stomach at night, when he thought the mouths of Kairi and Riku together.
He kissed their bodies into every inch of their surface, feeding on their size as a result of a delicious and rare as a precious stone, he stroked their hair and they would have enjoyed a coiled around his finger, smiling just as if nothing had changed, as if that lack had not irreparably destroyed so as to make their games a need.
Need.
would survive only thanks to the lack . That urge, vital was the only thing that kept him miraculously alive.
be for them, to them, with them. In
them. It would
cibato their flesh so that never again invaded the absence. Never again.
To touch them again and again and again - and why they do the same and for ever. And for the first time consciously. Why did not escape.
Why was everything he wanted, everything he could think of, because it wanted nothing more in the world. Why that need it devastated.
because he was born for this.
He had to save them - this . His only way. The only thing that really mattered. To feel once again that single, tumultuous heart.
Their hearts - those of both. Riku and Kairi.

Kairi she wanted back.
Some words, mostly. His whims unnecessary. Those things that people find to keep because she undeniably naive. It would
touched her when he said Sora smiling
"We're back. We will not go away anymore "
" I know you do not. "
And then 'I love you, "he added, without stop crying like that light and calm. Like a scream.
was all he wanted. Feel his voice say those exact words.
Every moment spent away from the island that he needed to keep in mind that Kairi was waiting in a place where no one in the world I would never have met.
in their hearts - yours and that of Riku.

who spent every moment, every single moment, emanated from the power of his thoughts and fled away, farther and farther away from him, in a vacuum.
His heart stopped beating suddenly.
Nothing could keep him from continuing to fight until he had had life until his last breath, would bring home from Riku Kairi. Nothing else mattered.
Nothing heroic, nothing great.
Why, after all, there is nothing great in meeting their own needs.
"What happened to you during these years?". Nothing that was not
"We have searched for. We tovati. We're back. We will not go away anymore. " Nobody would have guessed
, but they would be secretly performed.
was all that life had taught him: he was born to them, them.
And every single breath was meant to be with them again . In
them.

Every step he took him brings to mind those days.
The rough sea after the rain, the sand. The smells, all that desire.
The journey had taught him things and things still wanted to learn. They were her encyclopedia.
Everything you need to know about the world, on any world, was in the salty taste of their saliva, in the perfect curve of their backs wet from sea water, in their words full of funny smiles in their voices drunk laughter and kisses. In the exact moment they went on.
could learn any scientific idea with his fingers caressing the mouth of Kairi. Every word that he wanted to know the taste of the skin of violent Riku.
There was no calculation error or syntax in his love for them. There was only one
lack . And it was something that did not allow unknowns.

Every step he took the reported to mind those days.
challenges and races, sunset. The skin burned, all that sea.
It was never a hero - he was a role that was tight, wore not as it should. Maybe because they think a hero is nothing more than a character: and any label, no doubt, Sora preferred to be a person. He wanted to retain his humanity. Whenever he thought about challenging the Keyblade to Kairi when she said, as the breeze
"I do not want to leave me alone," and he felt himself a hero.
Because if there was one thing he knew for sure never would have happened had they left Kairi alone.
But Sora was not a hero and not even matter: everything to could think they were.
defeated dragons, pirates, wizards, monsters. He struggled against the things that he did not know and say silly things she did not understand - because his mind echoed echoing in his chest to the heart, ceaselessly called their names as imploring, moaning, to have them back.
was all he wanted. The
skinned him, betrayed. The narrow face of her forgiveness.

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