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Unfathomable - Complete	By : ColdSilence Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 11972 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Author: Cold Silence

E-Mail: writer.coldsilence@gmail.com

Pairings: Riku x Sora, some Sora x Kairi

Warnings: AU, Yaoi, Het, Mpreg, mer/human sex. Does that count as bestiality?

Special Note: I swear to god that this is the very last time that I write a non-human fic with Kingdom Hearts. This story is purely a bodice ripper. I did it for the tentacle sex. And to do Mpreg at least once. God save us all.

Unfathomable
-Chapter Nine-

It was hard to say how much time had passed, or if it was day or night. There was no sun or moon to mark a beginning or end to the day, and the isolation of the prince’s chambers made it impossible to see if other creatures were awake or asleep.

Sora didn’t sleep. He felt uncomfortable in his odd body; its temperature was not warm and it was slippery enough to almost feel slimy. Movement was impossible, he wanted to be upright and on his legs, but the lack of feet and strange musculature of his hips and tail were alien and completely out of his control. Being unable to move functionally made him feel even more helpless about his situation.

He wondered if his family was looking for him. Sora could imagine them tracking him to the docks and coming to the conclusion that he had fallen into the water. Maybe they would send out divers and helicopters to search the ocean for his body. Of course they wouldn’t find anything and likely give up after a few weeks of looking.

Tears should have sprung to his eyes, but although the urge was there, nothing would happen. Fish didn’t cry after all. It would have been a useless proverbial drop in the ocean of water around them.

Riku was there, curled around him like a snake. Although he was trying to be comforting, Sora could only see him as the warden of this nightmare. Was he ever going to let him be free? What was he planning to do with him? There were so many questions that he wanted to ask, but he was also afraid to know the answers.
“Hey.”

Riku’s voice preceded the slither of his hands and tail over Sora’s body. He was touching all over in places that were utterly unfamiliar and new. The prince was smoothing Sora’s scales down and lazily caressing his tail fin with his own. Sora couldn’t tell if this was supposed to be friendly or sexual. There was no sense of what was private in his body anymore because those parts were now gone. He felt completely emasculated, and Riku’s touch made him wish he could throw up.

“How long are you going to give me the silent treatment?” clicked Riku in annoyance. Since Sora wasn’t responding favorably to his ministrations, he let go of his chosen. The prince drew away so that he could get a full view of what exactly his human had turned into. No matter what angle he squinted at, his form looked drab and ugly to him.

There was only one way to fix it. Riku swam over to where the Trident had been placed against the wall. The weapon hummed with power the moment it was touched and aimed at the human. When Sora realized what Riku was about to do, his gills flared in alarm and he scrabbled along the oyster bed using his hands to try to get away.

“Stay put, this will not take long,” sang Riku. A white plume of power shot forth from the prongs and engulfed the newly transformed boy. The flare of magic briefly lit the entire room in stark white, and then it faded with glimmers of energy. What was left in its wake was exactly as what was there before - Sora with the same ugly tail. A frustrated note wrenched in Riku’s throat. Why wouldn’t the Trident make Sora handsome? Why couldn’t it see his human the way that he did?

Sora had been expecting pain and horror, but the energy didn’t cause either. Instead, it was just as if someone had turned on a bright light and then turned it off. He blinked and checked himself to see if Riku had turned him into something else, but everything was exactly the same. One look at the frustration on the prince’s face and he was able to piece together why. King Triton said that the Trident had turned him into something ugly, and obviously the prince wasn’t pleased by that. In a way, it made him felt vindicated that there was at least one thing that the mer wasn’t going to be getting.

“Whatever,” sang Riku upon giving up on Sora’s appearance. “You need to eat." Even in the underwater world of mers, the consumption of large amounts of food was necessary for a seed to grow properly, and the prince would ensure that his son had everything that he needed. So he placed the Trident into a threaded seaweed satchel that he slung onto his back, and then pulled aside the boulder of his room to go fetch a meal.

Waiting outside and dying of curiosity was Flounder. He was half asleep beside the rock to Riku’s room when it finally began to budge. The fish woke up upon hearing the tremors, and as soon as a gap was opened, he sneaked his way inside just as the prince swam his way out. A gleeful pride puffed up his gills when he saw that his trick worked, and then he swam directly to the clam bed so that he could peek at the human. For the first time he would be able to see him up close.

"H-hello!” sang the fish cheerfully to the sullen mer. “You’re Riku’s human r-right? I’m Flounder. Nice to meet ya!”

Sora wasn’t expecting to be approached by anybody, especially by someone who looked as if they would be served as dinner on a Friday night. He stared at Flounder, hardly able to believe that a fish was actually talking to him and that he had the capacity to understand it. Never again would he ever eat seafood.

“You can’t sing can you? We-well that’s okay.” Flounder assumed that the human was incapable of speech, so he accepted the silence as normal. “I bet if you try really hard, you’ll learn. Oh, can you swim? Swing your fins around like - like this?”

The fish demonstrated by fluttering his fins. Sora stared at Flounder’s movements, and then he slowly shook his head. He couldn’t move around like that, and he was unwilling to try. The human didn’t want to acknowledge the transformation of his body.

“You can’t?” sang Flounder in dismay. “That means you’re stuck here. W-well, the prince will take care of you right? He really likes you.”

A cloud of anguish twisted Sora’s face when Flounder mentioned Riku. This caused the fish to quickly backtrack the things he said. “I-I mean, he can be hard to get - to get along with. But he’s got a nice side, r-right? That’s why you’re going to have a youngling with him, and he’s gonna mate with you, and make you a royal.”

The mention of the impregnation made Sora snap out of his mood. He turned a stark expression to the fish that was speaking to him. “It’s not true. There’s no way I could have a youngling. I’m a boy,” he sang in tremulous tones.

Hearing Sora’s voice made Flounder happy, but the words confused him. “Yay, you can sing! But ah, the Trident says that you’re going to have a youngling, so, so its gotta be true. Being a boy doesn’t matter. Is it because human boys don’t have younglings? They do here. You can have lots of younglings.”

Sora felt as if he was going to faint. It was all he could do to press his hands against his face. “What am I going to do. I have to get home.”

“But you can’t go,” sang Flounder with worry. “Your youngling is going to need you.”

“It’s not mine, it’s Riku’s. He can have it,” clicked Sora angrily. “I just want to go back to my home. How can I go back? You know don’t you. What do I have to do?”

Flounder swam backwards in alarm at Sora’s desperation. “T-The Trident can t-turn you back. But only the p-prince or the k-king can use it. You really won’t stay?”

“How can I stay! I have a family, a life. I have to go to school, I have to tell everyone that I’m alright,” sang Sora. Even if his life wasn’t perfect, suddenly it was all that mattered. To go back to the way things were, even if it was lonely, was still better than being a fish.

“I’m - I’m sorry. I thought y-you wanted to be here,” sang Flounder sadly. “The prince, he always gets what he wants. If he wants you to s-stay…”

There was no need to finish that sentence. Sora knew what it was that Riku ultimately wanted. He lowered his head upon realizing that the prince was never going to let him go.

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Riku quickly learned that his father meant business when it came to cutting him off from his support. Upon visiting the kitchens, he learned that the staff had been instructed not to give him or his chosen any food. It took everything he had not to use the Trident to turn all those servants into sea slugs upon hearing this news. In all of his life, the prince had never been denied anything that he needed or wanted. If his father wanted to test him in that way then he could accept that, but the fact that Sora and his future heir had to suffer for it galled him.

No matter. If he had to do things the old fashioned way, then so be it. Riku left the palace and swam to the outskirts of the kingdom. Atlantians that did not have servants fetched their own food by hunting and gathering. They often came together in groups before leaving the lighted grounds of their kingdom to do this. When the prince arrived at one of these meeting areas, the gathered mers were shocked to see him there, along with the Trident. They bowed before Riku with expressions of confusion and uncertainty.

“Where do I go to get the best food?” Riku asked the gathered crowd.

“The best food is in the trenches,” answered one of the merman.

“Thanks,” sang Riku, before heading in that direction with a flick of his fins.

“Your majesty!” protested the mer. “You shouldn’t go there alone, it’s dangerous. You need a pack!”

“I don’t need anything,” answered the prince, before vanishing into the darker waters.

The trenches were deep cliffs that were were subject to steamy waters that plumed upwards as they escaped from superheated vents on the ground. Its bottom occasionally glowed with red volcanic discharge that would eventually cool and become hardened sediment or glass. Riku found the rise in temperature stifling and severely uncomfortable, and he nearly burned his arm when he swam too close to steaming bubbles that were rising from the seafloor.

Despite the difficulty of the terrain, the food was rich. All sorts of delicious flora were wedged on the sides of the trenches, ripe for the picking. Schools of non-sentient fish were easy targets for the well trained prince. The problem was figuring out how to get the delicious flowers out of the mountainside without blistering his fingers or getting stung by anemone, and how to properly swim his fish home. Those tasks were typically handed down to servants who would do all the foraging and deliver his kills home for him.

Despite his lack of support, Riku was determined to prove to his father that he did not need him. He ripped the edible flowers out from the walls, ignoring the white hot pain that occurred from reaching too far past the anemone. Fish were speared with the Trident, leaving blood trails that discolored his scales and hair. By the time the prince was done his work, his seaweed satchel was overflowing with so much food that he could barely swim, and he looked worse for wear. It had been fun to get dirty on land, but to do it out of necessity was a whole different experience.

Unfortunately for the struggling mer, his catch also attracted the attention of local fish. They mercilessly herded towards the prince’s bag to pick at the mer’s winnings, much to his frustration. He swung the Trident at them, scattering them away for a few moments before they would return again. Worst of all was a large, lumbering shark that decided that Riku’s food was worth acquiring. Unable to outmaneuver the deadly creature, Riku sent a ray of energy at it from the Trident, causing it to die in a pool of spreading blood. By the time the whole fiasco was over, the prince’s white hair and scales were stained an orange hue, his hands hurt, the smaller fish were still harassing him, and he wanted to just crawl into a cave and die.

“My prince!” sang a voice.

Riku turned towards the source of that voice. A mer with blonde hair and a light golden tale was beckoning to him.

“Come quickly,” sang the mermaid. “The blood will attract other sharks.”

The prince attempted to swim towards the mermaid, but his heavy satchel made it difficult for him to move. Upon realizing Riku’s struggles, the stranger swam close and gathered some of the items. “It’s easier if you keep your satchel away from your dorsal fin,” she explained. “Come!”

She swam away from the trenches and Riku followed. He listened to her advice and found that his swimming was impeded a lot less if he arranged his satchel the way that she recommended. “Who are you?” he asked.

“I am Namine,” sang the mermaid. She paused in her swimming to give the merman a bow. “When I heard that you came out here alone, I came right away.”

“Why?” asked Riku suspiciously. “Did my father send you?”

Namine looked perplexed at the question. “No one sent me.”

“Then why are you helping me?”

“Because you are our prince,” she answered in the same perplexed tone. “If I don’t help you then who will?”

“I don’t need any help,” sang the prince stubbornly.

“That’s what you said to the others,” clicked Namine. “Which is why they did not come. But I know that if I needed your help, you would protect me. So it was my duty to come and help you.”

Now it was Riku’s turn to look perplexed. Namine was nothing more than one of his many subjects; he could tell by her appearance. She didn’t hail from any foreign kingdom or high court, so she had no reason to come to his aid. Perhaps she wanted the glory of being near a prince or a chance at courting him, but she didn’t look at him twice. Not that he could blame her, considering his current appearance. “Thanks. I don’t know how I can repay you.”

“You have already repaid me by bringing the light back to Atlantica,” she answered with a smile. “I was afraid until I saw you return with the Trident. Now I am not afraid anymore.”

Riku didn’t know what to say. After all, he was the reason that the light had briefly left Atlantica in the first place. The prince nodded, and then gathered his winnings from the mermaid. With an awkward goodbye, he made the laborious swim back to the palace.

He had to take a long sand bath in order to restore the coloring of his hair and scales. The ingredients that he acquired from his hunt were brought to the kitchen area to be made into a meal, only to have the servants politely refuse to prepare anything for him. This left the prince at a loss because he never made food in all his cycles of living.

“This is worse than I thought,” sang Aqua. She swam into the kitchen area with a slow shake of her head. “I heard that you came back to the palace in a terrible state, and now I find you about to poison your mate with sorry excuse for food.”

Riku gave the mermaid a glare. “Why are you here. I already told you that I don’t need your help.”

Aqua settled into the space beside Riku and gave the prince a stern look. “You do need my help. Everyone else may be fine with letting you do things your own way, but I disagree. You need someone to teach you things. You need someone to tell you no. You need someone to guide you and support you. You need a mermaid.”

“You’re not even from this kingdom. Why should I listen to anything you say?” clicked Riku with distrust. “Atlantica is not fighting your wars for you.”

“This is not about wars.” Aqua picked up a cutting stone and used it to slice off the anemones that were still attached to the flora. Then she skewered the fish and hung them in the bubble vents to drain away any remaining blood. “It’s about a youngling who is going to grow weak and sick if we do not do our part now. When a seed is passed, the entire family should be taking part to help. You have been sentenced to do it alone. Do you understand how terrible that is? Look at your hands.”

Riku didn’t have to look to see how raw his fingers currently were. They were still red from dealing with the anemones. His pride chafed at the fact that he had to swim to the palace in such a state; covered in stings and discolored from the hunt. He was certain that everyone was talking about it by now. “I won’t give in to my father’s wishes and send Sora away,” he clicked stubbornly. “No matter what trials lie ahead of me, I will fight my way through.”

“There you go again. It’s not about fighting, it’s about learning,” clicked Aqua. Once the fish was drained, she used the cutting stone to slice its flanks in an artful way. The meat and flora were arranged tastefully in two stone bowls to be served. “I hope you were watching, because I don’t give the same food-making lesson twice.”

Aqua picked up the second bowl that she made and swam away with it, much to Riku’s surprise. “Hey!” he clicked after her. The prince chased the mermaid out of the kitchen. “That was the spoils of my hunt, where are you taking that?”

“It’s the price of the lesson, prince. You see, there was a catch,” she clicked playfully. Aqua didn’t stop swimming until she encountered Terra in the hallways of the castle. The food was offered up to him, and he gave a very pleased sort of smile in return.

Riku slowed his swim as he witnessed this. He thought that he was the most desirable mer in all of Atlantica, but seeing Aqua and Terra together made him realize that he truly never stood a chance with her at all. There was something invisible but very real between them, and something as simple as sharing a meal seemed to make it all the more tangible.

The prince returned to the kitchen to pick up his bowl. Surely Sora would show him the same favor.

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“I don’t want it,” clicked Sora.

Riku looked at his chosen with disbelief. After bringing the food back to his room and presenting it to Sora, he expected a favorable reaction. Instead, he was met with disdain. “Do you have any idea what I went through just to get this? You have to eat this.”

“I’m not hungry.” Sora’s notes were low and depressed. He was still laying in the same spot where Riku left him on the clamshell bed, seemingly listless.

“If you don’t eat, the seed inside you can die,” sang Riku.

“That’s your fault. You put this thing in me!” clicked Sora angrily.

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” retorted Riku, his fins now spreading with outrage. “And stop calling him a thing. He’s your blood too!”

“That’s not possible. How can the DNA mix, it’s not like I have something to give, like girls do. Whatever is in me, its yours, not mine,” clicked Sora.

Riku was having difficulty understanding some of what his mate was saying. Despite being able to sing, there were some notes that were completely foreign - human terminology that just didn’t translate well. “If the Trident says that’s what it is, then that’s what it is. There’s no point in trying to explain it away.”

“Then after we get through this.. this pregnancy or whatever, make me human again and put me back on land,” clicked Sora, the notes now turning desperate. “I don’t belong here.”

Riku’s hands clenched at his sides, his fins now turning downwards. “No.”

“Why not?” sang Sora with trepidation.

“Because I won’t,” answered Riku stubbornly. He swam close to Sora and put his hands on the other’s shoulders. “I need you. Our seed will need you.”

“What do you need me for?” sang Sora, his eyes growing wide. “You’re a prince, you can have anything you want.”

“What I want is you. It’s always been you,” clicked Riku. He looked Sora in the eyes, trying with everything he had to make his human understand. “If I didn’t bring you here, you would have died. I couldn’t let that happen.”

“Maybe you should have,” sang Sora bitterly.

“Stop it! Just stop it.” Riku’s notes went low as he hugged Sora close, his claws now clenching into the other’s hair. “I love you. So you’re never going to die.”

Sora was shocked. All this time, he underestimated the depth of feeling that this creature could have for him. Now he understood that he had been completely wrong. That yes, the word ‘love’ did exist in their language. It wasn’t the first time that someone confessed to him in such an honest way. Kairi had said it to him a thousand times. Back then, it had been easy to say it back, but at the moment he couldn’t even think to do it. They just weren’t true in this situation.

“I am going to show you what it means to belong to me,” sang Riku in quiet notes.

The prince beat his strong tail to push his mate against the wall of the cavern. Sora felt his dorsal fin curl in upon pressing his back against the smooth stone, and it was an uncomfortable feeling. He arched to give his fins space and found that this movement delivered him right into Riku’s waiting lips. His spine bowed in with the pull of the mer’s arms, and his face was pinned into place by the claws tangled in his hair. There was no room between them, leaving Sora to clumsily scrabble his sharp nails on the rock wall behind him in an effort to stabilize his body. The hypermobility of his back still felt bizarre to him, and even in this situation he fought to keep his posture straight to avoid that feeling.

Riku took advantage of Sora’s confusion. He poured his tongue into the kiss, making it slither down the other’s throat. There were so many things that he couldn’t do to enjoy himself when his mate was human, and even less that could be done to give that pleasure back. Now that had changed, and the prince was emboldened and determined enough to demonstrate the reasons why his chosen should stay in his current body.

Sora knew that he should have been gagging, but apparently merfolk didn’t have such reflexes. He felt Riku’s tongue going deep into his neck, and he tried to sing in alarm, but no sound would come. Instead, the notes were rendered into vibrations that were dampened by the appendage inside his mouth. It was weird and frightening, because his first thought was that he wasn’t going to be able to breath despite no longer needing air.

The prince shivered at the vibrations. Tasting his mate like this was like finally eating after a long starvation. Finally, he could have his human the way he wanted to. Slowly, he withdrew his tongue, reveling at the expression of shock on the other’s face. His member slid up between their bodies, drifting through the crush of their tails to rest just at their stomachs. Upon seeing it, Sora immediately covered his mouth with his hands, believing that was where Riku intended to put it.

Riku chuckled, the notes humming in the water like the tenor tones of a harp. He tenderly touched Sora’s jawline, and the softness of that caress turned the boy’s reticence to confusion. It wasn’t like the prince to be soft or gentle when he wanted something. There had to be a catch.

Sora watched Riku intently in an attempt to figure out why he was suddenly affectionate. The prince slid his hands slowly down his mate’s torso, bypassing his navel and crossing the section where skin gave way to scales. He met the other’s stare with an intentional one of his own, his aquamarine eyes lit with the glow of desire. Sora could feel something unraveling inside of him beneath the weight of Riku’s aura. He didn’t want to want him, but when faced by this beautiful mer who in this moment, saw only him, it was hard to turn away. Just as it had been hard all those other times that they had been together, when he knew that it was wrong - he still couldn’t say no.

The prince’s hands made their way to a section of Sora’s tail that was far below where his pelvis used to be. Sora thought nothing of it, until Riku dragged his claws in a deliberate, horizontal cut in a place where the scales were weak. This act caused a sudden sharp pain that made him hiss and start thrashing. “Ow, ow! Why did you do that!” he clicked, the spell between them broken.

“Sssssh,” sang Riku. He wrapped his strong arms around Sora, the grip suspiciously tight. “It’ll get better.”

Sora didn’t know what he was talking about. The scales that Riku had ripped open were still attached to his body, but floating open and closed like a hinged door. The initial pain turned to soreness that was not pleasant at all. It reminded Sora of the times that the mer would claw his body to get his attention, but instead of seeing the prince as his dangerous plaything, the roles were reversed. Now he was the toy, but Riku was still the dangerous one.

Something began to stroke beneath the broken scales, and it took a quick accounting of Riku’s limbs to realize what it was. His member was prodding at the soft flesh that had been hidden behind that flap, and before Sora could ask why, it pushed - and his body gave. Behind that natural door was a long channel, and he could feel every inch of it filling with that long length. From the moment he was penetrated to every centimeter thereafter, an intense, almost unbearable pleasure welled up from his tail and spread out to every fin and fingertip and hair that he had. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. His moments of pleasure with Kairi, when they would chase that building crescendo to its orgasm, took time and effort to get there; but with Riku, he was already there, and he couldn’t come down from the peak. His threw his head back and his body stiffened down to his tail fins, and a long, pitched note of unyielding pleasure ripped through his lips and gills.

He couldn’t feel or see anything beyond the brightness of that immediate climax. Their bodies were rolling together, tails intertwined as they floated as one. Sora’s voice twined in melody with Riku’s own, the both of them lost to the moment. He thought that he would die; that maybe he was already dead and he didn’t care if he was. A pleasure that divine could only exist in heaven.

Sora didn’t know how long they were like that. It could have been minutes, it could have been years. All he knew was that the blinding feeling was gone. When he could perceive things again, he realized that he was holding Riku’s back tight enough to leave gouges. He could feel the prince’s member retracting slowly, and as it moved two and a half feet out, aftershocks of pleasure made him tremor and a feeling of fullness replaced where his cock had been. It took a while to realize that he had been engorged by the other’s ejaculate, and while normally this would have freaked him out, it simply felt too good to care.

There was a new heaviness to Sora’s body that made him sink. He slid down, his hands too weak to find purchase anywhere. The prince caught his slow descent by the wrists, and with a lazy stroke of his tail fin he drifted them over to the clamshell bed. His chosen was poured inside of it and he followed thereafter. They laid with their tails tangled together and looked into each other’s eyes in a shared daze.

Sora could hear something soft, like a song played at the lowest volume. It took a few moments before he realized that it was coming from Riku. His mouth wasn’t moving, but a deep vibration seemed to be coming from him. He could feel that melody deep inside, as if all the parts of him that had been filled were resonating with the mer’s presence. It felt amazing, like a deep caress that went under his skin.

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Sora fell asleep. He had a dream that he was going on a cruise vacation, and before he walked up the gangplank he said goodbye to his friends, family and relatives that were on the docks. There were people there that he would not have expected to see, such as his long dead grandparents and schoolmates that he had not met in years. Kairi was there, and she was waving him off with a smile. He made his way into the cruise ship, and halfway there he had to stop because suddenly there was water gushing out of his body. It flushed out of every pore and drenched his feet; sticky water that smelled juicy. He stared down at the river coming out of him, trying to figure out what orifice it was coming from.

Then he woke up, at first unable to unravel what was dream and what was reality. The surrealness of being underwater was still hard to accept. He pushed up on his arms to bring his feet to a stand, but instead his tail folded uselessly beneath him and he went nowhere. It was only then that he remembered his truth: that he had been kidnapped, transformed and forced to live in the ocean.

Riku was floating about, apparently making preparations for something. The Trident was already at his back, and he was taking time to braid his silver hair with strings of seaweed. Upon realizing that Sora was stirring, he finished what he was doing and then floated down to give his mate a kiss.

“There’s somewhere I have to go,” Riku sang softly, “but I’ll be back. You have to eat something.” Upon saying this, he gestured towards a bowl of food. It looked exactly like the last bowl that he tried to serve earlier, but the ingredients were refreshed. “We’re moving to a new place. When we’re done settling in, I’ll do that to you again.”

Sora’s face filled with shock when he processed the last thing that Riku said. This made the prince smile and kiss his love again, before swimming to the chamber’s exit. As he moved aside the rock to swim out, an excited Flounder snuck his way back in again with a grin.

Sora was in complete disbelief, and not because it dawned on him that he’d been fucked like a woman. It was the fact that this seemed to be his only purpose in the ocean. To just float around in Riku’s little home and allow himself to be his sex toy. The scary part was that a part of him was not protesting this at all. Already, he was craving to be taken like that again, to feel a high so great that it made everything else in his life insignificant. All the pain, disappointment and sorrows that he ever felt simply ceased to exist in that mind numbing glow of pleasure.

“Sora!” sang Flounder once he was certain that Riku was gone. “You were in here for so long. I thought you guys were never going to leave. S, so that means you’re getting along, right?”

“What do you mean?” asked Sora. “Exactly how long was I in here?”

“Like a million cycles,” answered Flounder with an excited twitch of his body. “The king was so mad, b-because you guys haven’t done the ceremony yet.”

A million cycles?! He was exaggerating right? How long was a cycle? What did that translate to in the world above? Hours? Days? Months? Sora felt panic rise from his stomach. Suddenly, he had to get out. He waved his arms as if he was doing a butterfly stroke, trying to bring his odd body to where he thought was up towards the surface. He buoyed upwards, and he latched onto the nearest thing to keep from sinking back down.

He found himself hanging in front of the long volcanic mirror that Riku used to prep his appearance. Sora looked at its glossy surface and saw his new self for the first time. His ears were gossamer blue and flowered out into a dish shaped auricle; his neck was slit with gills that opened and closed like involuntary balloons that inflated and deflated on their own. His skin was so sallow that at first he thought he was looking at something that was dead.

“Sora?” questioned Flounder, who now sounded a bit subdued due to the other’s silence. “Are you okay?”

Sora didn’t answer. He was too transfixed by the person that he found in the mirror. The realization of what he turned into, of what his desires brought him to, were dawning on him.

Kairi. I hope you realize it soon. I hope you realize it before its too late, before your own body betrays you too. This feeling that we thought we wanted, it isn’t worth anything. I used it to feel important and wanted, but I’m still neither of those things. What did you use it for?

Sora closed his eyes against the image in the mirror, and then slowly opened them again. His expression was clearer afterwards, and more somber. Older.

“Flounder,” he sang to the fish, “please teach me how to swim.”

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