12 May 2019
Sora and Riku are thrown into Shibuya and Shinjuku, each taking part in a parallel Reaper's Game and each forced to give up something they hold dear. It's all decidedly not what Neku had in mind.
"You shouldn't. Be here."
A voice came from nowhere to lodge in his chest like a knife. Sora looked up again to find Neku suddenly standing there. He saw the friend he'd met in his dreams—the friend he'd promised to see again—fixing him with a glare colder than any he could remember.
"What? Neku– Where did you– Why are all the people–“ he stammered, trying to find words that would help this make sense. There was something in Neku's expression that scared him. He knew the hurt he saw there was his fault.
"Show me your hand, Sora." Neku held out his own to Sora, palm up. It reminded him of a dream, and for a moment he thought he could hear the sea.
Riku. He wasn't going to be happy about this.
"Your hand, Sora!” Neku demanded. In his voice, Sora thought he could hear some strangled emotion trying to wrestle free.
"My..." Sora looked down at his hand for the first time since he'd landed here, and felt his heart plummet.
My story isn’t special. My story isn’t beautiful. My story isn’t even about me, it’s about him.
It’s always been about him.
I’m eighteen when darkness comes to claim my world. The past nine years have been silent, sweet, playful. Before then? That’s the problem. I don’t remember.
- Part 1 of Eternal Flame
17 Aug 2018
- Part 3 of The World Begins With You