#KH1 SURE WAS A TRIP

[valorxdrive]

.Past Haunts

Even positivity comes at a price.

Blindingly bright highs are complimented by those devastating lows.

For Sora that experience at Hollow Bastion similar to the day his Islands fell left scars both visible and hidden.

It was on this day that marked where he experienced loss, sacrifice and the test of bonds twisted in spiked thorns. Throughout these halls painted by a history of grim experimentation and layered with dust and dried blood, the lightest of his trials would be to lose the power that directed his purpose. Strength is never what mattered, it only helped him cross those bridges to make a difference.

It was coming to lose everyone that mattered one way or another.

He saw the fragile hold his connections held with the lost of the keyblade, depsite how short lived that instance was, seeing Donald and Goofy break their camaraderie in the name of duty broke him through the surface of reality, allowed to be aware small he could really be.

Yet in the hope, that dim, flickering strand of hope that he could dive into those abyss of self-destructive proportions that he could make everything right, he risks it all, despite how easy it’d be for any of those abominations to tear him apart.

He hopes.

Reality once again crashes him to reveal how despair aims to tear one down.

Kairi, Riku and himself, this marked the day where he comes to learn beyond that childish need just how important these two were within his life. He learns of the extents he’d truly go for their sake, even to facing death itself with terrified yet determined eyes. To smile at it’s scythe when the choice is laid before him, to go on himself or to let her burn bright and free. That choice within his eyes after the culmination of learning his determination became a clear as day decision. One oh so foolish but filled with care. In a twisted way he can come to look back on that day silently, privately, with pride, he wants to do whatever is within his power to let his loved ones prosper.

Which is why the parallel, his experience with Riku is something that will never stop haunting him until this day.

Within that one moment he believed he killed his best friend. Their past, the culmination, the incredibly stupid fight over this damn key, so many rhymes and reasons blended into his canyon wide desperation and hope that fighting would be the solution, that it would somehow make things right, that odds would be reached. It marked a moment for Sora where he sees that if pushed to the absolute brink, he’d drive a blade through his best friend. It mattered so damn little if it was to prolong his own life.

That blood isn’t so easily rid of, possession or not. Their fighting up to that point still bled of the same feeling all the way up to this point, a connection gone rancid, desperate for their own ends of acceptance and survival. Just as he managed to gain a fierce protective streak over Kairi, the same is no different for Riku, a need to protect him as the reality of that terrified, haunted gaze of life being pulled away left him with flashes in his mind to the, the door to his absolute terror of his nightmares.

Whether it was considered a kindness was up to question, but forgetting Castle Oblivion tore away the repeated horror that was instilled with the Riku Replica, of having to repeat that same process. While his memories danced to create the worlds around them, his heart remembered it all, those very real, very raw feelings that were cleaving into a open wound way too soon.