[Author's Notes: Hi, this is my first ever attempt at writing something to this degree. I already have Chapter 2 Complete and ready to upload soon. Writing Chapter three as we speak, none of the content presented below by the Characters depicted therein is owned by me. They are the property of SquareEnix
Reconnected
A Kingdom Hearts Lemonade
[Sora&Kairi]
-Chapter 1-
A loss of innocence
Ugh, what's going on? . .. . .. I feel faint, I dove into her heart. I saw her. If only for a split second. I brought her back. We were on the tree. Those tears, oh no, those tears. . .. . . . I feel like I'm fading away. . . .. .
WHACK!
It was the rudest of awakenings, if you could even call it that. Here he was, the great ƛ-blade wielder. Sora Osment had fallen back to earth, only it was not the earth he was used to, far from it. Taking the time to bring himself off the pavement, he took in his new unfamiliar surroundings. He didn't know where he was, until a familiar voice came across his ears.
Heh, told ya, I'd see you here… welcome to Shibuya . . . .Sora!
Even though it had been quite a long time, relatively speaking. Sora immediately came to attention. Standing behind him was none other than Neku Sakuraba. The neon orange Headphone clasped leader of the underground. Much had changed since Sora saw him last. His outfit for starters, is less eccentric, and more alarming to Sora. Highly reminiscent of the magic garb worn by the Organization. . . .
S: Grr, why did I have to die! I was so close! I had her in my hands! Kairi, my love. I will be back. . . .I don't know how, but I will be back. Huh?
N:Hey, Don't leave me hanging here! Sora! I know it's not the way you wanted it to go, but you knew the consequences, You may have been the Ultima Keyblade wielder in the land of the living. But you're here now. And you have a game to play.
S: A game? What game?
N: The Reaper's game. It's simple, you wager something to the Reaper. Something you value more than anything. If The reaper accepts the wager, the game begins. If you win, great. You leave and return to where you want to be, if you lose. . . .
Sora did not want to even consider what would happen if he lost. Brash as always, he put up the wager.
S: Neku, I know what I'm wagering.
N: and that is?
S: Kairi's memories of me. If I fail this, I know I'm as a good as gone. But if I do, then at least she won't be in pain anymore.
N: Wow, even though we're dead I can still feel your heart. Let me go consult the Reaper. I'll be right back. .
S: Hey wait, if you're the leader of the underground, why do you have to consult anyone?
N: Sora, it's a long story. Way too convoluted for you. Yes, I'm the leader, but I'm not the Composer. I guess you could call him the ruler of the underground. As I said, this is a game, and rules must be followed, or there would be chaos and anarchy everywhere. Just wait right here.
S: Okay. . .
Patently waiting, Sora is struck at the back of his head.
S: Hey, I'm dead, I shouldn't have felt that, who was that?!
Sora turns around, completely dumbstruck, of all people, he was not expecting this. . .
V: What's wrong brother? A little shocked? You killed me too, don't you forget.
S: Vanitas!
Gone was the skin-tight body suit of darkness that contained Vanitas's form. Standing in front of Sora was his carbon copy. If Axel couldn't get Roxas and Ventus Memorized, he would have had a stroke when looking at these two. Death had done wonders to Vanitas, his hair was no longer the jet-black mess it had been before, the blackness of his eyes had receded. To a more natural Hazel orange. It matched his hair. He had become one with the light. But he was also stuck. Here, and he didn't know why.
V: Well, know what's going on?
S: Barely more than you, which is not enough. I'm waiting for Neku.
V: Good, then this is my opportunity!
Within the blink of an eye. Vanitas had done what he wanted. With a friendly French less kiss, he had subsequently merged with Sora.
Sora immediately recoiled at what just happened, but there was nothing he could do now. Their minds were in lock step. Light and Dark, intermingling. Vanitas was torturing Sora from within, forcing him into imagining the most explicit images of sex with Kairi possible. No matter how hard Sora tried it was no use, Vanitas had him by the balls mentally and he was not about to let go. . .
