Terra Meets Aquanort: An Excerpt
Requested by @romy350-romyakari, this is an excerpt from the second (and last) part to my Terraqua-Aquanort fic, A Rush of Blood to the Head. It’s been a little more than two months since I put up the first part (yikes - I had reasons, shhhh). It took me a while to write a part that I thought would make a good excerpt to share - this fic is literally half-fluff, half-angst (if you don’t know my writing, I tend to say ‘to hell’ with labels). So thank you so much for waiting so long! This part will be titled “One Gain.” It will be up in a couple of weeks, so I hope it is enjoyable. Subject to editing.
What hurt the most were his obliques. He gripped them as leaned onto his Keyblade. At least he wasn’t thrown down. He waited for his opportunity, and it looked like she was waiting for the same. The smoky shadows that cascaded out of her long black sleeves still formed those annoying whips, but she kept them close.
The woman made the next move. She flailed her right arm first before closely following it with her left. Terra maintained his defensive stance, blocking each strike as she continued to wail at him. He could feel that he was getting a bit more sluggish every second. So he darted the next strike and sprinted at her with all his might, raising the incredibly heavy Ends of the Earth to hit her as hard as he could.
She dodged, and dodged again. He stopped, and there they waited. Again, there was that itching feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something about the way she was moving. It was acrobatic. It happened at all the exact moments that never left him surprised.
He kept his Keyblade close and he breathed hard. What was worse than being this injured and fighting a new enemy this powerful was the thought that was threatening to leave his mouth.
And he didn’t have the strength to keep it in. “Aqua?”
The shadows didn’t exactly dissipate. They crawled right back into her sleeves, gloved hands forming after it was all done. She started to remove the hood that was hiding her face.
It was as though the hand that was holding his Keyblade became weak. It felt like his face went cold, and he was floating in the air as he forgot the pain he was under. Her hair had gone mostly white, save for the roots which were still blue. Her eyes were bright as always, but instead of bearing that enamoring azure color that he kept a memory of all these years, they were amber. And they were furious.
All at once, Terra forgot he was breathing.