Chapter I. Feeling Wrong
It hadn't felt wrong before, taking off as he always did to travel the worlds, saving them one by one with his friends by his side, but after being thrown into the darkness, after seeing how far he could fall it now felt really wrong to see them.
Maybe I should knock, Sora thought. He raised his hand, knuckles primed to rap on the door, but stopped. That felt silly and right at the same time, and that didn't make sense at all to him.
His choice,however, was made for him though when the door opened. Embarrassed, Sora quickly lowered his hand, grasping it behind his back to hide the action from the man that stood before him. His hair was blonde, and had the faint messiness that Sora's own was famous for, but shorter, and the man had made an attempt to tame it. He blinked dark blue eyes in surprise, taking a few seconds to note who it was exactly that was on his doorstep.
"Sora? You're back?" he asked the young keyblade master.
Sora gave a small, embarrassed laugh, rubbing the back of his head as he often did when caught in the midst of something he shouldn't. "Heh heh. Hi, Dad."