Written for Sunflowerb's "Us" contest. I don't really know what I think of it, so your opinion is greatly appreciated. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, or anything else I write about.
Home. Love. Family.
The three things that he had always thought of before anything else.
He thought of family when he thought of home, and vice versa. He would think of his home, their little archipelago, and his thoughts would jump to his mom, to aunts and uncles and cousins, and to the friends that he considered to be family.
He would think of his two best friends, and the islands they played on as children were soon to follow into his mind.
He thought of love, and his home and family popped up, as well as a certain redhead.
Days. Months. Years.
Time passes, slowly at times, and far too fast at others.
He begins to notice changes in the world, or rather, how he sees the world. The redhead he was "just friends" with is now the love of his life, though he still has not admitted to it. He might not ever, but he believes his actions to be enough.
He hopes that she sees his love in the way he always sits with her at sunset, and the way he fights his best friend for her attention, reveling in the special care, even when he loses.
Past. Present. Future.
He has tried to forget aspects of the first, tries to live in the second, and fears what the third will bring.
In the past, he buries the ending of worlds, along with the petty competition he and the silver-haired boy had shared, even his travels.
In the present, he tries to live life, trying to ignore the worlds calling to him, begging him to explore.
As for the future, he fears that his affections will go unrequited, that he will be called to battle once more, that he will be torn away from his quiet life.
Strength. Victory. Defeat.
It took strength both for him to achieve victory and to face defeat.
He had to stay strong when he was fighting to find her, to win her love. He stayed strong when he thought hope was lost, when he thought he had lost to his best friend, and it paid off.
He had to be strong to keep his head up, even in defeat. His own heart had defeated him, and it had taken him ages to come to terms with the fact, to admit defeat. He could not control his heart, nor would he try.
Journey. End. Rest.
His journey was finally coming to an end; he would finally be able to rest.
He would no longer have to struggle to keep his love's attention, nor would he have to worry that her heart lay elsewhere. He was finally going to have proof that he had won the war, that he could stop fighting so hard.
They stood before each other, love, joy, and wonder in their sparkling eyes. He looked at her and saw the most beautiful Princess in the universe, and she saw her knight in shining armor. Then she spoke, "I do."