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Authors Note: I wrote a series of these KH drabbles Livejournal and debated with myself about posting it here before finally deciding, what the heck. I don't really see an end to this. I love drabbling so it will probably be updated fairly often. I hope you enjoy them.

This story takes place after the second game. Please note that the timeline is likely to jump a lot from chapter to chapter. I post them as I write them.

+ Sparring Partners

Sora stared silently up at the stars from his place against the Paopu tree. He hadn't been able to stand staying at home a moment more.

An hour or so after he and Riku had escaped The Dark he had returned home for the first time in nearly two years. His parents... they could scarcely believe their eyes. They had just clutched him for the longest time and then found excuses to touch him the rest of the evening. They had acted like they expected him to disappear again at any moment. It had been utterly overwhelming.

Sure, it was nice to see them again, he'd been dreaming about it since the whole Kingdom Hearts mess had begun. Once he was actually there though, it felt too weird. He'd dealt with it until they'd all gone to bed. But once there the silence, the absolute stillness, had disturbed him even further. Despite ordering himself to go to sleep and even counting Dalmatians, he hadn't been able to relax. So he'd snuck out, just as he had the night it had all begun, and made his way back to the island.

The sound of soft footsteps disturbed his thoughts. He turned his head slightly and was greeted to the sight of Riku walking towards him. The taller boy jumped onto his usual seat beside Sora. They were both silent, just watching the twinkling lights above them in that comfortable silence old friends fall into.

After a while Riku gave a soft sigh. "It's like old times, isn't it Sora?"

Sora turned and smiled at his friend, "Yeah, the only thing missing is a midnight sparring match."

Riku smirked down at the shorter teen and held up a hand, he was clutching two beat-up wooden swords. Sora laughed delightedly.

"Where did you find those?"

Riku tossed one to Sora and examined his own. It's edges were dented and nicked from all the practicing he and Sora had used to do.

"I found them in my room earlier. I don't even remember taking them home." He turned and sent Sora a challenging look. "You think you can keep up?"

"Bring it on."