#kingdomhearts #namine #kingdomhearts2 #beautiful
//As much as I’d like to keep RPing, I’ve got a project to work on tonight, so… Gotta finish that first!
Also, to repeat what I said last night… This account is kind of on semi-hiatus as of today. I’ll still be getting on to make replies, but they’re gonna be way slower than usual and I may disappear for large chunks of time.
See ya soon!//
Ryu chuckled lightly. ”But he did cut his hair, last I checked…”
“But he didn’t like it!”
Ryu smiled. ”Exactly. So I’m gonna go with the ponytail, I think. Better that than cutting it shorter. That’d just feel… weird.”
Ryu smiled. ”Not a bad idea, honestly. I’d prefer that to getting my hair pulled by the kids or cutting it…”
“Wouldn’t cutting it be more logical, though?” Namine asked.
Ryu frowned. ”…Maybe, but I like my hair the way it is.”
Riese sighed. “You’re just like Riku.”
Ryu chuckled lightly. ”But he did cut his hair, last I checked…”
Ryu smiled. ”Not a bad idea, honestly. I’d prefer that to getting my hair pulled by the kids or cutting it…”
“Wouldn’t cutting it be more logical, though?” Namine asked.
Ryu frowned. ”…Maybe, but I like my hair the way it is.”
It was dawn when Ryu woke up, curled against Riku under their shared blankets. A smile crossed his face as he closed his eyes and decided to stay in bed a while longer – before hunger got the better of him and he carefully got up, trying to avoid waking his husband.
He was brewing tea and munching toast when he first heard the sound – a short, high-pitched whine – coming from outside. One silver eyebrow went up as he swallowed the food in his mouth, unsure of what could have made such a noise. He left the kettle on the stove to wander to the mansion’s entrance, taking another bite of the toast on the way – unlocking and opening the door a crack to scan for any intruders on the front lawn.
There was no one in sight. Ryu frowned and started to shut the door when the sound came again – from near to his feet – and he looked down, eyes widening in shock when he saw what was laying on the doorstep.
A tiny, blanket-wrapped bundle.
Opening the door again, Ryu bent down to pick it up – ‘it’ being an infant, probably no more than two months old at best. Cradled in his arms, the infant made another noise before crying in earnest – and Ryu, having little experience with a child so young, did the only thing he could think of – stuck his thumb in the baby’s mouth to give it something to suck on.
This seemed to appease the infant for the moment, but now Ryu was left with both hands occupied and half-eaten toast hanging out of his mouth. The kettle started whistling in the kitchen, and Ryu sighed slightly before returning to the other room. When he removed his hand from the infant’s mouth to turn off the stove, the baby immediately started crying again, so Ryu quickly moved the kettle to the table so he could pacify the child again.
“Sheesh, demanding little thing…” He mused, glancing down at the infant’s face as it sucked his thumb lightly. To his own surprise, he felt a pang of something in his chest – attachment? Already? He didn’t even know what he was going to do with it – what Riku was going to think…
“Is that a… baby?”
Ryu’s head shot up in a moment to see Riku standing in the doorway of the kitchen with a mildly bewildered – and slightly amused – look on his face. “Um… Yeah, it is…” Ryu answered, glancing back to the bundle in his arms. “It… it was on our doorstep…”
Riku approached and glanced down at the baby, one of his eyebrows slightly raised. There was a silent moment as the two of them just stood there, both watching the infant.
“What do you want to do with it?” Riku asked, quietly. “Are… we keeping it or…?”
Ryu smiled slightly as the baby fell asleep and stopped suckling, allowing him to withdraw his hand and wipe it clean on his pants. He gave a little sigh before meeting Riku’s gaze – a slightly pleading look in his own stare. “…Can we? I mean… it was pretty much abandoned, right? Whoever left it here… didn’t want it…”
Riku’s gaze softened as he placed a hand by the infant’s head. “…We can give it a shot, I guess. We were planning to raise a child eventually, after all. Now’s as good a chance as any.”
Ryu smiled broadly at Riku, his heart swelling with happiness at the knowledge that they’d be keeping the baby. “T-Then we’d better think of a name…”
“Do you even know it’s gender?”
Ryu chuckled and shook his head, carefully shifting the baby’s blankets so he could check. “He’s a boy…” Ryu grinned. “So, what’re we gonna name our son?”
Riku thought about it for a minute before suggesting, “…Kyu?”
Ryu gave a light chuckle. “I like that,” he smiled, glancing back to the boy. “Well, Kyu… welcome to your new home.” He sighed happily. “We’re… we’re gonna take good care of you, I promise…”
Like the islands… this place never seems to change.
Granted, a mere twenty paces were taken up upon landing unto the star’s surface, the familiar resonance of shoes hitting amber-stained stone rebounding against the alleyways. Spheres that resembled the cerulean firmaments back home were flickered to the bustling crowds around him, most noticeably filled with teens and children the like. Twilight Town was always a world that catered to the young and thriving. A star dedicated to ensuing joy and cheer throughout the many lanes scattered across its’ scarlet landscape.
Gingerly would a delicate simper tread itself upon a serene expression, orbs of a vibrant shading shifted to the pathway ahead of him. Though, what his piercing gaze settled upon was something unexpected, perhaps even abrupt. Respiration threatened to expel outwards in the form of a sharp gesture, but lodged itself within the confines of the male’s gullet, vision coasting along the tendrils of argent cropped upon the figure’s summit. That… can’t be…
Yet there he stood. Even if the front of this individual was yet to be seen, there was no doubt that lingered within the man’s conscious that this boy was him. Or at least, appeared to be him. Had Xehanort managed to clone the young Master? Or was this some form of a trick? A delusion? No matter what question was to be asked, Riku would find his answer, once his steady gait picked up to a quick amble. No doubt the footsteps that echoed throughout alerted the other to his presence, the boy who held the Keybearer’s identity turning to meet cyan aspects with the older’s pair.
Riku’s expression became steeled, indifference spread thin across his anemic features, knitting sterling tints together into a wrinkling fold of resplendence. Bands of an ashen color were departed, careful to select the words that would peel from his person. “…Who are you? And how do you know my name?” His tone remained vigilant yet blunt, deeming that threatening this stranger would be an unwise thing to preform.
Ryu remained quiet for a moment, pondering what answer should be given to the other man’s questions. He never glanced away from Riku’s stare - still feeling a need to assert himself around the original.
After this pause, Ryu took a breath before speaking - a wry smile finding its way to his face. ”Did you forget me that easily, Real Thing?” His old nickname for the other felt somehow wrong in his mouth now, and it showed in his expression. A slightly pained look crossed his face - exactly like Riku, he couldn’t keep the truth out of his eyes.
“…Don’t take that the wrong way,” he said, voice quieter. ”I’m not looking for a fight.” His foot idly rolled the skateboard across the cobblestones beneath him. ”I’m not like I used to be, last time we met.” He smiled a little - a real smile, not a fake one - eyes lighting up slightly. ”Who am I… Well, I’m not you. And I’m not Fake.” A small humph left him - he’d never liked Riku’s nickname for him. He crossed his arms and stood at his full height, a slightly cocky smile playing on his face.
“You can call me Ryu. That’s the name I’ve chosen for myself.”
(Source: brokenreflection)
If ever I make a spelling or grammar error on our thread, you have my full permission to correct it. NOT to change my writings (ex. “You should have used a better word than that.”) but to correct tiny mistakes (ex. They’re to their, you’re to your and vice versa). Just because I give you permission to do this doesn’t mean everyone else will. If you do not have a problem with your thread partner correcting a spelling, punctuation or grammar mistake, you are welcome to reblog this.
Recently I listened to Simple and clean and a flood of nostalgia and feels swept over me.
I cried, bro.
I want to get into KH again, but I feel like I’m returning to a fandom that has already died..
So if you see this could you reblog if you’re a KH fan? Or at least give me proof the fandom still exists, and how large it is? Thanks.
