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Time doesn't stop for pain, grey areas, or homesickness, all of which Riku has experienced over and over again.
Neither does Sora, raging into the hallway after a failed blitzball game with blood streaming from his nose and wet clothes.
Riku listens sympathetically with Kairi by his side and then pats Sora on the shoulder (even though he is cheering madly inside).
"It's okay, Sora," he says calmly. "It's okay. The ball didn't hit you that hard."
"I'm not talking about the ball," Sora splashes, bloody nose dripping some strange sort of... slime. &nb
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The Mall.
Sometimes, at the barest hinges of Riku's memory where they swing to the back of his mind, he can remember a time when there wasn't any mall; where he stood in empty space with a six-year-old Sora before the grey, flat plain before them suddenly became studded with planks, and machinery, and working men over the days and weeks and years.
He remembers a few little tiny shops poking up in the square--the town centre, they called it, before it was a mall--small places where sugar-filled candies and other delights were smuggled out one by one throug
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It wasn't anything special for them; just a day at the beach grabbing shells from the yellow-white sands. Playing in the surf, splashing each other and Kairi, having little dunk fights to see which boy could hold his breath the longest....
Perfect fun-in-the-sun. Innocent-like. Like they weren't seventeen and sixteen and god knows they're too old for this...
None of them noticed the sun dip down into the horizon like crackers into cheese, nor the bluish blush creeping along the edges the sunset.
Not till Kairi started wading into the fuzzy foaming
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As Riku drifts off to sleep in Kairi's house, on the couch littered with game pieces and little bits of string and possibly pencils (something is poking into his back), he finds himself assaulted by memories.
Many memories.
Random memories, from when he was about twelve and Kairi was eleven and Sora was sleeping, just like he was now.
And in the way things have of sneaking up on you till you're drifting off to sleep in your friend's house, this one singled him out, floating to the surface and covering his mouth implorin
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..just click the fucking link.
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Not human.
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I am brutaly frank!!! yoy!
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WOT R U DOIN?
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Spike tummy charged, dual hopper overhead beard.
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The beauty of a troubled mind seen only through the fading darkness.
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The only end of writing is to enable readers better to enjoy life or better to endure it. - Samuel Johnson
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。・゜゜・。Fire Walk With Me 。・゜゜・。
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