Hallucinations Aren't Lies.Author: arson_attritionPrompt & Day:
A Twist In My Story: 16 June, 2oo8.Character/Pairings:
KH-Verse Tidus, FFX-Verse Yuna, hinted Tidus/Yuna.Rating:
I am just a child. I don't understand why... but I think she
Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy X are owned by Square-Enix, and the former is split with Disney. Warnings:
Slight morbidity.Author Note:
It's easier to get the undertones of this drabble if you've actually played FFX, but it's not ... entirely necessary, I guess. Thanks to kaboom
for this awesome prompt, because it really set my muses to work. ♥
This is my story. And, in my story, things look so much different. In my story, the sky was full of scales and gills and waves too realistically foaming to actually be real, the reflection in beady eyes and shifting skins and a man trying to lift me up, but not to heaven.
In my story, there is a girl. There is a smiling, warm girl who isn't afraid of her own shadow, much less the shadows hiding behind other people's hearts. I think I see her sometimes, on the surface of the water, perfect complexion displaced by the movement of the tide. I see her, soft hands touching the vines that curve in the Secret Place, right along with me on my and Wakka's wall, carving our own story (as Sora, Riku, and Kairi carve theirs).
She is older than me, but I know I will catch up some day. She is far more patient, understanding of my recklessness and need for adventure.
She only smiles when the sky falls apart.
I know I shouldn't be awake at this time of night, but I've seen her in my dreams again, and it's so peaceful that I wake up with a body-numbing sense of calm and ... sadness. I open my windows, look out at the sea to be spectator of my angel dancing on the water that rises in brilliant rivulets around her bare feet.
She is crying and the tears lift from her, glowing and twining in benevolent night caresses, like stars or souls floating heavenward.
And that's when I see the evil.
I'm not really sure what to do. I've never seen the sky fall before, not at this young, jubilant age. Father's gone to a tournament again and mother's with him, and I'm not sure if I'm supposed to call for help or just stay and welcome the apocalypse with this girl still dancing her sad, slow dance.
There's a crack and something close to the sound of thunder that vibrates in my spine and makes my heart freeze in terror.
That's when, in all her glowing splendor, she turns to me and (even over the vast distance) I can see everything in her mismatched eyes.It will all be okay.
So I welcome the sky breaking and screaming and the two shadows (yellow and red and black, like a funny caution sign) yelling on our island's dock in the distance; colors trying to save each other from here.
But even as the night sobs and breaks and the yellow burns horribly from the other side of the world, she keeps smiling, and this feeling of having to get used to destruction leaves me a bit breathless, because I think she sees it in the future before me. The water rising, the screams of terror, the gravity displaced as the planks of docks are ripped into the sky.
It's an unexpected twist in my story, and as the darkness rises from the pits of the ocean and begins to consume the land, I see her glorious light fade from my vision, and ...
... without her guiding hand, I, too, am lost.