This is yesterdays, it's-a-slow-day-and-I'm-bored. So enjoy and tell me what you think please!
And FYI this is based right after Neverland in the first game. And yes, I know you can't lock the keyhole til you beat the Phantom. But I just can't see Donald willingly leaving until it's closed. If you see any Grammar or punctuation mistakes, lemme know!
Neverland Sky
Freedom.
That's what this feeling was. Freedom.
The ability to see whatever, be whatever, do whatever he wanted. And no one around to tell him otherwise.
Normally once he'd locked the keyhole, Donald would have them outta the world faster then he could say bye.
This time they hadn't though.
Maybe Donald had noticed how quiet he'd been, or maybe Goofy had said something. Whatever the reason, all they'd said was not to be gone to long; and for that Sora was grateful.
'Cause how often did someone get the chance to fly?
His eyes snapped open and he crossed his legs, shooting up and out of the free fall he'd been in, before turning over into a headfirst dive to the ground.
And to him, flying was as easy as breathing.
His mother had always told him he was like the sky he was named after. Uncontainable, always changing at it's own pace, never for someone else. She used to say that, just like the sky had no bounds, his cheerfulness and trust in others had none either.
He couldn't help but wonder what she'd say if she could see him; gliding, diving and spinning in the boundless sky she thought he was so appropriately named after.
And maybe that's one reason he liked flying so much; the sky really didn't have bounds. Nothing to keep him from moving. Nothing to hold him back. Nobody could say he was doing it wrong.
He lazily guided his dive into a upward glide. Only having been feet from the ground, he glanced into the darkened store windows as he passed.
He was turning to go back to the clock tower, Big Bill, he thought, is what Wendy had called it. When an object in the window he was passing, caught his eye.
He was flying as fast as he could, straight into the air, before he even let himself completely remember what it reminded him of.
Because right now he was flying to forget.
Forget all the things Riku had said.
Forget the way Kairi had stared at nothing; never moving.
Forget how the shadow him had looked and acted like a heartless.
Forget how it'd been like looking at himself as a heartless.
Forget the responsibility he had to the worlds.
Forget the way it'd felt seeing Riku leave again.
Forget. . .everything.
He couldn't always smile. He couldn't always be cheerful. Everyone had to let down their walls at one point or another. So he was going to let his down now, when no one was around. He was going to fly and not think.
Not about Riku and Kairi.
Heartless and the Worlds.
His family and the Islands
Of Keyblades and Keyholes.
He was gonna fly and be free.
Because flying was freedom and forgetting.
And standing was fighting and pain.
KBMGirl