Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts. I wish I did. Then I'd be cool (crazy equals cool in my books, though not really in this case) and probably somewhat rich. P And I'd probably own CoM. But anyways, I still own nothing.
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Sora folded his hands in front of him on the windowsill in his bedroom as he looked out at their little island in the middle of the night. The water was calm and peaceful with soft moonlight shimmering off of its surface. The gentle light also settled on the palm trees and small tree houses that they had built there over the years, which really made it all quite a pretty sight.
Sora hated it.
Well, maybe that wasn't the right way to put it. The fifteen-year-old loved his home that was Destiny Islands. He just…didn't like living there anymore. Not the way he was living now. Donald and Goofy and the King had gone back to Disney Castle, and where had that left him, Riku, and Kairi? Stuck back where they were before, where it all began and seemed destined to end. He didn't like the peace and quiet. It was what Kairi wanted, but Sora could even tell that Riku was anxious to leave the Islands already.
It had only been two weeks and three days since Sora and Riku had found their way back somehow from the darkness. Two weeks and three days since the trio had said goodbye to Donald, Goofy, and King Mickey. Two weeks and three days since they had finished what had seemed like their last adventure…
There was dust on the windowsill in Sora's bedroom. It had been disturbed, and it seemed like two handprints had done so. And it seemed like they had supported the weight of a fifteen-year-old boy.
It was a lucky thing the palm tree right outside of Riku's window hadn't been blown down or anything like that. It was still standing, strong as ever. Good thing, too, because Riku's bedroom was on the second floor of his home, much like Sora's. And Sora got a shock when he swiftly – though not very gracefully – scrambled up the tree and saw Riku staring right at him, almost making him fall off.
"Riku, don't do that, you almost gave me a heart attack!" Sora said, a little irritably, in a hushed voice, stabilizing himself on the tree like he'd learned to do years ago.
The slightly older boy shrugged his relatively muscular shoulders and looked at Sora curiously. "Well, what are you doing out here so late?" He smirked. "Isn't it past your bedtime?"
"Ha, ha," Sora replied sarcastically, casting his eyes around the dark street. "I'm not tired, and I'm really, really bored."
"What does that have to do with me?"
The brown-haired teen grinned. "Want to go see if we can get through the door?"
Riku seemed to contemplate this for only seconds before nodded and climbing out of his window, quite a bit like his friend had. Sora grinned and slid down the trunk of the palm, landing beside Riku, still grinning. "We should probably be quiet."
"Should we tell Kairi?" Riku whispered, but they both knew the answer. Kairi was better off here, where she wanted to be. Besides, they only wanted to see whether or not they could get through the door.
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Half an hour later, after racing both on land and overseas, the two of them were standing in front of the mysterious door Sora had been puzzled by what seemed like so very long ago, barely out of breath. They glanced at each other sideways before reaching forward and grabbing the handle in unison.
"One," Sora began.
"Two," Riku continued.
"Three!" They said together, and pulled open the door. What happened next was not what they expected.
It started with Sora, closer to where the door had first opened, not where the hinges supposedly were. The sensation he was feeling now reminded him greatly of when he had fought Darkside over a year ago, defeated him, but was then sucked through a dark portal and ended up in Traverse Town. And he felt like it was happening again.
"Riku!" was the last thing he remembered calling before disappearing into the endless depths of beyond the door, and caught glimpses of Riku also being pulled in. He heard the heavy thunk that was the door closing tight behind them, and knew at once there was no turning back…just like last time. He couldn't see anything around him, because the sharp, cold wind was biting into any exposed skin, including his eyes. He wondered vaguely why it was so cold before he blacked out.
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Author's Note: Hiya, people, hope you enjoyed the first chapter of New Journeys, New Worries! Well, that is, if you read it, but of course I have no clue why you'd be reading this if you hadn't read the above stuff, but oh well. Sorry about this chapter being kind of short, but we'll see where it goes. If you've heard about or read my other three chapter fanfiction, Kingdom Hearts: The Untold Shard, you'll see it's unfinished. If, of course, is has any life left when you see this. I'm letting it die because I'm rewriting it, and won't post it up until I've got a bunch of chapters written up, unless people start clamoring for it, which I somehow doubt. Anyways, I'll stop rambling and let you get on with your life. Watch out for chapter two!