It was turning routine now, fighting pirates in Port Royal. Just get 'em outta the moonlight and you're fine. It had almost become too routine for Sora. Dodge, dodge roll, parry, drive...
At least until one battle. At first, Sora heard a bang. Out of instinct, he jerked away. Something whizzed by his ear, but he paid no mind. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Donald and Goofy jumped at the odd noise. He only rolled his eyes, and summoned his Valor form to take care of the rest, give his friends a good break.
He quickly dispatched multiple zombie-pirates, not really paying attention-
Another bang disturbed him, and it felt like something had hit his right arm. HARD. He felt his Keyblade fall out of his hand, the other starting to fade with Valor form. What...? He though in a daze. While dodging the pirate that had advanced on him, he looked at his arm. He nearly threw up.
A wound was oozing blood, and the dull pain was starting to escalate.
"Ow..." he whispered, left hand instinctively clutching his bleeding arm. He was still dodging, it still not really paying attention: something else had taken up autopilot in his mind. Adrenaline, perhaps? It could've been anything, but Sora didn't care. He was HURT. Badly hurt. His mutterings of "Ow." we're becoming louder, and he felt tears threatening to overflow. "OW! D-Donald!" he screamed, but didn't know why he did. He sounded lost and afraid.
Donald finished off another pirate and saw Sora clutching his bloodied arm. It took less than a second to figure what had happened.
"COWARDS!" he screeched, a Firaga spell crisping several of the fiends. Goofy saw Sora's injury as well, and bellowed in pure rage
"FREAKS!" he tossed his shield, knocking the rest into the ocean. He still pursued them, throwing his shield and contiuing to berate them "YA DON'T SHOOT AT A KID!"
Sora, meanwhile, had collapsed, clutching his arm and crying lightly "Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow!" the pain had continued to grow. He couldn't use his hand.
Donald, fury still bubbling inside of him, gently tried peeling off Sora's hand.
"OW!" Sora shrieked. He only clenched his wound tighter.
Donald saw the fear, panic, and pain in Sora's eyes, sighed, and raised his wand "Magnet."
Sora jerked when the bullet popped out of his arm, clenching his teeth. Donald the quickly cured the injury, and Sora sighed in relief.
He brought his hand off his arm reluctantly, and cringed at the sight of his own blood. He saw Donald and Goofy looking worriedly at him, and he shakily smiled and said "I-I'm gonna wash this off."
The walked away to a small pool of water and dipped his arm and hand in it. The water was at first red, but then became a yellow orangish. Although, when Sora raised his soaked limbs out of the water, they were clean.
"Huh, guess you learn something new everyday." he shrugged.
He started walking back to Donald and Goofy, but heard them arguing.
"Goofy, they have guns."
"Gwarsh Donald, I know, but you know how he'd react if we asked-"
"Sora's already been shot! Are you okay with letting that happen again?!"
"Heck no, but you know he'd want to keep fighting-"
"He was crying Goofy!"
"Yeah, please don't remind me. He'd still want to be by our side-"
"Well he's an idiot for thinking that way! He needs to sit this one out-"
Sora walked over, saying sternly "Like that's gonna happen."
Goofy shrugged, as if to say 'I told ya so'. Donald folded his arms, and told Sora "Go back to the Highwind."
"No."
Donald started turning red "Sora go back to the Highwind you brash idiot."
Sora folded his arms as well, cringing lightly from his sore arm "I said no. If you're out there fighting I am too. If I get shot, I get shot."
Donald held a hand to his face, sighing frustratedly. Goofy piped up "You didn't seem to enjoy it that much-"
"Of course, but it doesn't mean I don't want to be on the frontlines with my friends."
"Well, I think ya already know fighting isn't all it's cracked up to be," Sora nodded "and I know I can't really change your mind when it's set in stone. Donald, bud, I think yer out voted."
Donald sputtered out angrish and protest, but gave in. "Fine, just don't get hurt again or I'm not gonna help you."
Sora laughed "Yeah right."
Donald squawked "I mean it!"
Soda shook his head, only sighing "Guys, we struggle through this together, okay?"
Wee for one shots! Although seriously, you'd excpect Sora and co. To flip out over guns in Port Royal. (well, in the English ver. Crossbows with muzzle flashes that go bang...?)
This whole fic will essentially be a collection for one shots that will eventually wind their way into my novelization project/
Also. I AM NOT DEAD?! HOW CAN THIS BE?! lol, I missed you guys XD
