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To Watch It Join In Dramatic Fashion
Title: Hell Hath No Fury...
Author: Me, absoluteandy
Rating: PG-13, for now
Date Written: Today. Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Summary: Sora/Kairi/Riku. Society demands we choose one. One could have it all, and be missing that little significant spark, while the other holds that key in a totally different form. We can't have our cake and eat it too, and reality does not allow us to combine. But on an island named 'Destiny,' do you really think a young girl can't bend reality to her whim? Let's find out.




Solar rays spliced her wine-tinged hair into shimmering shards of ruby and claret. To deny her beauty was simply a waste of time, and she knew it; of course she knew it. Waxy palm fronds tickled her bare legs, eyes darting between the pair doing their dance below her. It was hypnotic, enthralling, totally mesmerizing. They should be paid and put on stage to let the world see their glory.

Bronzed skin slid against paler mocha, hands adept and dexterous as the blows rained and flowed. Hair of silver and sepia danced with their owners, ducking a particularly vicious overhead swipe and catching granules of sand in their voluminous masses. Their expressions radiated concentration, nary a smile nor a frown graced either visage. Bodies bowed and bended--never broke--as if they were simply going through the motions.

A simple yellow t-shirt and navy shorts gave airiness to his steps, while the other had no motionary problems in his counter-outfit of red and black. Wooden instruments met betwixt and between them, splinters crackling, and yet still no visible emotion. As sun, surf, sand and sky played their backdrop, neither combatant gave the other an inch. Nimble fingers curled around a coconut beside her, smirking slightly as she aimed carefully.

"Incoming!!!"

The nut streamed down toward them, landing in the sand directly between them. Shocked out of their duelistic mode, both boys jumped back and looked up, one slightly peeved and the other slightly curious.

"Bored much, Kairi?"

You could pick up on the slightest tinge of exhaustion in Riku's voice as he half-glared at her. Sora had already plopped down on the shimmering ashen shore, hands behind him, looking up at her through sweat-soaked bangs.

"And how did you know you wouldn't have hit one of us?"

Too easy, boys, too easy...It was still unknown how women in general could pull it off. To have the precise combination of facial expression, tonality, and body language to instantly dissuade any sort of dissension with whatever statement they made. Soft red lips slowly curled into a no-nonsense innocent smile, tilting her head slightly, voice dripping with honey,

"What boys? You don't trust me?"

The voice that set sail a thousand ships, or some equally ridiculous hyperbole. Sora was already smiling softly, defined and captured in his seemingly simple world. And what for what reason would Riku have to distrust Kairi? Time has been nothing but kind to all three of them. Legs swung in pendulum-fashion, contemplating how to maximize her actions. There's that unholy trinity again...

"I certainly trust you. Catch me."

She gave them an easy five second reaction time, but they didn't need it. Hands interlaced almost immediately, like a reflex action. She leapt without doubt, secure in the knowledge that they would not let harm come to her. And for that moment that always seems to stretch out into eternity, she realized what she was planning was nothing but a payback a long time coming. They've done so much for her, it was indeed overdue she gave them something back...

Unity.

Landing in the crux of their grip, the height of the jump proved too much for them. Face-first into the sand with a small amount of force, her body forced their arms to wrap around her. Turning to face the sky, two bemused faces looked back down on her. It was surreal in one of those textbook cases, defined by how many pages have been written on it and how many lines have been sung by it. Using their shoulders as a brace, the young woman righted herself, as well as her companions.

"Thanks guys."

A giggle that carried on the sea breeze, one of pure admiration and gratitude, as she slowly walked out onto the peninsula. The boys followed, as the first slightest tinges of crimson and gold streaked across the still-sapphire sky. Stretching her back out against a tree, much like a cat would to scratch itself, Kairi glanced back to her friends, apparently taking the downtime to recuperate.

"You ever think about what's out there?"

Riku's Achilles' Heel: searching for something he's missing 'out there,' when all along, it had been right in front of him. She listened with a patient and understanding look on her face, unable to prevent the small smile from cracking on her face as Sora became enthralled with his best friend's exploratory aims. Stealthily, the young woman reached an arm up and plucked a paopu fruit off the tree. The tangerine star fruit seemed like such an innocuous thing, visually appealing, of course, but nothing of real significance.

"...And with a raft, we could finally be free of the confines of this island..."

Using incisors only, the young woman ate away a small hole dead center in the fruit, much to the continued obliviousness of her companions. The sun continued to sink lower and lower, extending those warm chromes all over their bodies and background, letting blues, violets and blacks fade away for the moment. Inspecting her handiwork, she turned her attention back to what was usually the end of the silver-haired boy's speech.

"What do you say, Sora?"

Before the brunette could open his mouth, Kairi stepped in, getting in one final scratch across the bark of the tree,

"I say we're not ready yet."

Normally passive teal hues opened wider in shock, and right before the obvious rebuttal was about to come to pass, her raised hand stop him.

"We're not. You could be the best swordsmen in the world, and that still wouldn't be enough. Whoever--or whatever--is waiting out there cannot, should not, be greeted until we know one seemingly simple thing."

Sora, as always, just started expectingly at her, knowing she would tell him what they needed for their journey, while Riku, as always, had his arms crossed, expectingly waiting to be proved right.

"Ourselves."

The word soared past the young men on ocean winds, furrowing Sora's brow and drawing Riku's mouth into a scowl. Already-steeled oculars grew a touch harder, emphasizing just how important this was to her. Drawing her body up-right between her friends, she spoke fervently, staring straight ahead.

"You are you and I am me, right? That's not enough. A journey out there smashes all of that to pieces. What am I to you? What are you to me? What are we to your far-away people, Riku?"

Eyes slowly drawn up along her left side, gazing deeply at him.

"We're friends, are we not, Kairi?"

She was challenging him, and Riku neither expected it, nor liked it one bit. Body language shifted to show the defensive stance. Sora, the seemingly befuddled one, once again had on the battle-harden facade, nothing more then deep concentration being shown. Staring almost limitlessly into turquoise chromes, she finally tilted her head down, gazing at intricately made patterns in the sand. Voice was laced with regret and expectance, soft as a feather and light as air.

"No, Riku. No we're not."

Both boys now easily switched from 'defense' to 'surprised,' standing to assault her with a whole new bevy of questions. She glanced down to the paopu fruit in her hand, and with a great deal of effort, cracked it right down the middle. Two symbolic halves, with a mezzaluna dead center. Raising her arms outstretched, Sora and Riku puzzledly took each piece, waiting for Kairi to say something, anything to alleviate the dreadful ambiguity that had befallen this seemingly-normal twilight. A deep breath exhaled from her lungs as she re-raised her head, unable--or unwilling--to look at them, staring once again straight ahead. Regret now melted away in the task she had before her, voice concerted with fervor that surprised even herself.

"We're not just friends."


And as she walked down the shore toward home, the crimsons and golds of the day went with her.






So it's finally been "put to pen," so to speak. Comments and criticism welcome, as always. Part 2...will come to me when it does lol. But soon I hope. Stin egia, amici.




"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that."
-- Albus Dumbledore