Enough was enough.
Riku was more than understanding when it came to Sora’s situation, making sure not to suggest anything that would put him in further distress, but...he couldn’t just sit by another night while his friend practically screamed in his sleep and suffered gratuitously. It just didn’t make sense to the new keyblade master. Yes, they had no clue as to how to find a cure for his best friend’s affliction, much less a picture of what the hell was going on in his heart minus the minors details Sora gave them.
He was going to get a peek, even if Sora screamed at him about it later. Maybe he could get rid of whatever nightmare was plaguing him in his sleep so he could get his strength back, even if it was only for a night or two. He’d probably earn himself a lecture from the King and Master Yen Side after, but he stopped caring about that sort of thing a long time ago. His priorities were incredibly skewed, that he figured out the first time he decided being evil was a good idea.
Thankfully Sora was a heavy sleeper, even with the circumstances. He moved slowly, making sure he didn’t disturb the spot where Sora had fallen asleep on him earlier, before summoning his keyblade. He took in a deep breath, before opening the portal to Sora’s heart again. Hopefully he could just have to fight another nightmare, and Sora could get back on track to his old self once again.
When he opened his eyes, it felt like his own recurring nightmares. He could barely see a thing, but the sound of the waves and the smell of the sea were undeniably those of their home. It was almost too real to be a dream, like it was almost two years ago all over again. Riku himself shuddered, before focusing once more. He was here for Sora’s sake, he had to figure out what exactly was causing all of this...Or who, for that matter.
He summoned way to the dawn, slowly making his way across the beach, and kept his guard up. He honestly didn’t know what to expect, just like last time. Either way, he couldn’t push himself too hard, this place was sensitive. He couldn’t do harm when he was attempting to do good.
“It feels like when I was trapped inside of that prison Xehanort’s heartless put me in...but worse, somehow...” He felt a chill down his spine at the very thought of it.
