Fabricated Affections {RepliRikuXVanitas/KH FanFiction}

Chapter 1: Introduction

Special request from "Uhstarplushieiguess"

This story will roughly follow Kingdom Hearts 3 with plenty of tweaks to accommodate to my plot, meaning I'll write this as convenient to me as possible haha! Anyway, I never thought of those two as a couple until I looked it up. I kept seeing "Vanitas is just Replica Riku but red" and I can't unsee it.

I do not own any visuals or pictures portrayed.

Enjoy this teaser as I continue to write more~

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"Walking... And walking... And walking... How long has it been? There's nothing else to do. Nothing to feel. Endless corridors caress this place, endless Heartless haunt me, and endless possibilities of what's to come. I'm so tired. I should thrive in the comfort of darkness but for some reason I'm missing something... I feel... Empty."

Replica Riku... No... Riku wandered the Dark Realm after his defeat; after his acceptance of unoriginality. The real Riku was where he belonged and back up in the light, while his Replica succumbed to the darkness. He accepted his role of a Replica, however he never knew the terrors lurking in the Dark Realm. He accepted his powers, accepted the darkness and yet he was rewarded with being stuck in darkness with no way out.

It was pitiful.

Riku could only use his power of darkness to keep the multitude of Heartless at bay. He was not a true Keyblade Wielder... Right? Every time he attempted to summon his blade he was only greeted with emptiness. Riku was disappointed in how his abilities were manifesting as he relied too much on the darkness now.

"But how else can I defend myself?" He muttered out loud to no one in particular. Not like there was anyone to actually talk to.

The more he wandered the stronger the Heartless became. Was it because of his darkness usage? Was it because of his negativity? The Replica made a closed but determined fist as he looked onward, lifting his eyes to seek the road ahead. He knew he needed to do better, knew he needed to change his mindset on the situation.

The road before him was long, but one he was intent on conquering. The sandy ground softened his footsteps as he ventured, yet they were echoing loudly around him. The sound travelled as the only other sound he heard was his fists to sickly flesh when he fought. His breathing was becoming more and more ragged, another sound to drum in his ears.

As Riku took a moment to breathe and steady himself he heard another type of sound. A familiar sound. Riku immediately gravitated towards it, his footsteps getting faster and faster as excitement filled him.

A beach.

A soft light emitted from a strange moon like structure in the sky, reflecting off the water. Riku noticed a sole object sticking from the middle of the sand, a unique shape with a handle. Riku was standing by it in an instant and his hand grasped the handle.

"Thanks..." He muttered out loud, pulling it from its sandy prison.

But he frowned.

The upper half was cut off, leaving only half a Keyblade to use. Riku weighed it in his hand a moment as he allowed his thoughts to wander, and finally he let out a sigh.

"This will have to do."