Okay, the happily ever after stuff gets old. Sora's bright-hearted constant cheerfulness gets old, besides is it really possible for someone to act like he does in a situation like his? I get moody during exams; saving the world would be…a nightmare. Hmm, anyway, on to my story.

I always like the idea of Sora's Anti-form. Though I honestly thought it would play into a bigger role then it did. I figured they would finally have to show Sora not certain about something and, honestly, little panicky over turning into a heartless…or at least Donald and Goofy wondering what was wrong, but nothing. Ah well. Oh, Right, Spoilers for the game, most likely, can't be certain but I'm a scatter brain so better safe then sorry, and given people a heads up. I'm no good with the Disney characters, but I've given them a shot.

Please review, I can't improve my writing if I don't know what I'm doing wrong.

Chapter One:

Sora slumped against the wall in the tiny corner he'd found well out of sight of everyone. He'd never really allowed himself a moment to fully think or consider how awful the odds were, but now they were all the worse.

His heart ached, literally hurt, with the new information he had just gained. The Heartless hurt people, he stopped them with the Keyblade, simple, clean, neat. Easy enough to ignore overwhelming odds and push through on confidence and sheer pride. He'd been looking for his friends, in doing so he'd stopped the heartless, he'd like how things had been a little over a year ago.

Now…now things seemed utterly hopeless to him. The Heartless were hurting people, He couldn't use the Keyblade to stop them, that would help the Organization, who were hurting people, too. It was too much, just too much. This problem didn't seem to have an answer. The World seemed to shatter and without knowing it, h gradated into the Real World, where things never seemed to go, as you wanted them too, when things almost always looked hopeless. The real test for him would be: Could Sora Survive in this brave new world of his? Could he handle having to make a choice between two evils? Without an apparent presence of good, with only choices that seemed dark and distance in front of him?

"What do I do?" Sora asked himself over and over, clenching his hair in his hands, trying to fight raising panic and depression. "What am I supposed to do?"

Sora tried to get control over himself. Tried to tell himself he was 15 not a baby, not a little kid running to their mother when something didn't go the way it was supposed to, looking for answers beyond their tiny thinking skills. He was old enough to handle this, old enough to manage on his own. So he had thought.

Yet he wanted to be able to ask his mother what to do, to have someone telling him what to do, to give him orders. Anything to remove this horrible weight, the rotten knowledge that, for well over a year, he'd been helping the Bad guys he was trying to stop now. Irony. Rotten Irony.

The Pain in Sora's chest continued to grow as he fought with himself, despair, fatigue and a million other feelings he didn't know the name too, but always popped up when the world turned it self over. It spread, almost without notice, until a dull throbbing made it's self-known throughout his body. Noticing it, Sora allowed himself to get distracted, trying to find the cause of the pain.

Becoming known, it grew getting sharper and sharper until Sora felt like he'd been dumped in a tub of boiling water and stranded there. Struggling to reach the surface and get out. It became too much, and Sora slipped gratefully into unconsciousness.

He felt certain he was dreaming. Sitting on a shadowed roof top, watching the world out of glowing eyes and with an odd confidence and thinking that didn't care if the Heartless or No bodies won the war, he didn't at the moment, even care if there was war.

The wind shifted, and the little drifts of shadow that covered his skin shifted with them, but He was more interested in the smell the wind now carried. Tangy, and bitter, somehow his brain linked this too fear, though how he knew what fear smelled like was not something he was going to give another thought too.

He was more focused with watching a small white shape walking through the darkened city.

"Sora!" the voice carried an odd accent, and given it was being spoken out of the mouth of a duck, it made sense. "Sora?"

Watching for only a few moments longer, he careful crossed to the corner of the roof and slid into the shadow floor, tense and waiting. It would be best to wait for the duck, the same way he had once waited for fish on the Island.

The thought momentarily confused him but was quickly ignored and shoved out of the way.

"Sora…?" The voice asked, peering into the shadow corner. "Huh?"

Realizing that in his momentary confusion, his prey had seen him, He jumped, but the duck wasn't entirely stupid, not something he would have guessed on first glance, after all it was a duck, and prey, prey was rarely smart.

"AHHH…!" The Duck turned and ran, slipping a moment and falling on its beak.

That was probably what ultimately saved it. As He shot overheard, skidding to a halt, long claws leaving scratch marks on pavement, as the duck jumped up and ran, again. Shouting nonsense words.

"Goofy!" It called, running as fast as it could, why it didn't just fly off, He didn't know, but took it to be a fortune.

Determined not to over-shoot it again, he jumped. Pinning his prey, carrying the duck with him for a moment longer as their momentum carried them several feet. Before he could do more then sit up, mouth full of feathers even though he hadn't bitten the bird, something caught him on the side of the head.

He jumped back, shaking his head and coughing out the feathers. He decided he didn't like birds, not at all. Whatever had hit him was silver in color and sharp, he had been lucky and caught the flat side.

Backing up several paces, he decided the duck wasn't worth the fight. He took off into the night again. Leaving behind a panting duck and a very confused person.

Sora woke up in some part of town curled up in a corner and sleeping. He had a headache but decided it must have been from sleeping on the ground. He felt a little lucky it hadn't rained or gotten too cold, or he'd have gotten sick. A Stupid move, despite a need for a change in tactics, he was still expected to save the worlds.

Momentarily Sora felt like he would be drowned by panic but quickly shook it off. He'd been missing all night and really should get back. Though he enjoyed the thought of a few days' peace and ability to attempt to think the situation through. Still, his morals and sense of loyalty to friends won over his newfound sense of dejection and rebellion. He went back to merlins. Besides, he had a headache and didn't want to sleep on the ground again, and who new what kind of trouble had popped up in his absence?

Though an annoying part of his brain said what did it matter, he had to pick one of the two to help and one to fight, he couldn't do both anymore.

Twilight Keeper.

Well, I hope it's a good start. I intended to write more chapters before posting but oh well; this chaps finish may as well post it. Hope people have enjoyed it. R&R please.