A/N: Hey people! I hope you like this story! There needs to be more SoKai love! :D
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own Kingdom Hearts.
Out in the dark abyss of the night, a mousy coloured mouse roamed the isolated streets of the gloomy town. The rodent's obsidian beady eyes searched the alleyway, while it's tiny pink nose searched for the aroma of anything consumable. The chill from the concrete sent a bitter cold shiver to travel up the little creature's spine. The heavy pour down of the rain made the little mouse flee away towards the deeper part of the alley, getting engulfed into the dark dangers of it instead of being welcomed by the light it had searched for in order to have a better life.
The dusky mouse had no value, it was not an amiable creature, consisting of a very short lifespan and having nothing else in mind other than it's main goal; survival. It also remained in the lowest part of the food chain, having no other purpose other than to do something for something else's survival, losing it's own life in the process.
From a distance, on the highest floor of the secretive mansion of the town, through a rectangular window, amethyst coloured eyes stared up at the cloud filled obsidian sky through thick eyelashes that seemed too thick to be real. Warm tears brimmed at the corners of the porcelain girl's large eyes, she blinked rapidly, forcibly attempting to get rid of them. Her feelings were quite similar to that wandering mouse slowly going towards the clutches of danger with no one to help her out, ever. Especially her family.
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The loud ring of the door alerted the household of the newcomer at the front porch of the glamorous mansion. A frail looking girl received the door with trembling hands, her skin was as pale as snow, and her equally plain dress complimented her skin-tone, straight locks of thick, platinum blonde hair were trapped in a low ponytail behind her, reaching her narrow waist. The only colour that was not so plain in her appearance were her dazzling cerulean eyes and her paint smeared hands.
Upon receiving the door, a faint smile slipped up her light rose lips at the sight of the expected guest, her master's nephew.
The boy in front of her looked no older than seventeen years, in fact, he could easily pass on as a fifteen year old with those soft cheeks that gave off the impression of him being immature and carefree, which he seemed to be, yet, his seriousness could take form without warning. Voluminous, triangular chestnut spikes sprouted out of his scalp in multiple directions, which grabbed many people's attentions, usually asking him whether it was his real hair or not. His grin was one of the best features about him, it was so upbeat and contagious that it did not take long for his surroundings to lighten up, his sun-kissed skin glistened all the time, as if it was unreal due to it being so flawless.
However, his eyes...they were the most unique shade of cobalt, it was a beautiful shade that no one else was blessed with. Many people described his eyes as the, 'clear windows to his soul,' while others claimed he held onto multiple feelings that sent a shiver up their spine whenever his eyes met someone's. His eyes represented the imagery of a cloudless sky, just blue. They were mesmerising if they were stared at too long. Maybe that's why he was called Sora. Sky. Sora Strife.
"Naminé!" the boy in front of her cheered happily, tightly embracing her in a bone crushing hug.
Despite the fact that the petite blonde was a servant and not a part of the noble society, Sora adored her as if she was a part of his family. Even if it meant going through another lecture of remaining in his own 'class'.
Shortly after, he pulled away from the blonde and she scurried away silently, carrying his small rucksack with her up the stairs to one of the bedrooms.
Sora knew the mansion like the back of his head, therefore, he did not require a tour. It was surprising to see his upbeat attitude despite the amount of obstacles that were thrown in his way, his parents' death being one of the major ones.
Almost immediately, his eyes caught sight of his aged uncle, bald, tall and bent over as if he had an immense backache, which he probably did. His skin was a little darker than Sora's and a silver beard framed his chin, being the only source of hair on his face, other than his eyebrows. In addition, the aged man had frightening eyes that reminded the teenaged boy of his deceased twin, Vanitas. He also had pointed ears that reminded Sora of an elf, even though he would never dare to mention it.
"Ah Sora, my favourite nephew."
"Quoting The Lion King, are you uncle?" the sixteen year old questioned, quirking his brows, "Besides Vanitas-," the boy stopped himself.
"I know. I'm sorry about your loss. Let's not talk about it, alright? Have you seen your room?" said Xehanort, fidgeting.
For a boy as young as him and someone who had been through so much, Sora was incredibly strong, he allowed a grin to form across his face and cheered, "I'm going right now, see you later!"
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Many parts of the mansion were blocked away, in dust and locked doors, their keys missing. The brunette had never explored the highest floor of the 'secretive mansion.' The drop of temperature and the lack of light made goosebumps form across his skin. He shivered as he dragged his feet. He felt uncomfortable...
'Maybe 'cause you lied to your creepy uncle and just decided to go to forbidden places, idiot,' his brother's voice lectured him through his thoughts. The boy chuckled nervously at no one in particular.
Maybe the fact that he sneaked through the dusty, cobwebbed stairs at the back of the mansion in the most isolated corner made him fidget, he felt nervous. What would the consequences be?
Many residents of the area claimed the mansion to be haunted, most of the time hearing soft sobs coming from the highest floor, the attic, some even claimed to hear screams, whether it was a girl or a little boy was difficult to identify.
Shrugging the rumours aside, the boy kept on walking until he halted in his tracks to find a crimson door with no keyhole or handles, he stood there, baffled, raising his caramel eyebrows in the process.
Just one floor below was his room, the door he was standing in front of at the moment, must have been the wall, because...there was a door right on his ceiling which required the key to opening it. It was the attic.
Feeling as curious as a cat, he walked towards the smooth surface of the 'door'. The rate of his heart became absolutely wild and he began to feel his skin glisten with sweat. Looking at the door reminded him of all the blood that was shed and the lives that were lost, which eventually led him to this creepy, dreadful place.
If he had any other family members, he would never live with his old uncle.
A petite hand was firmly placed on his shoulder which made the brunette jump. "Woah! Who-," he cut his speech of, it was just one of the caretaker other than Naminé.
The aged woman smiled a little, informing him, "Sorry sir, I didn't mean to, I was just told to let you know that your dinner is ready."
Sora smiled back, "No problem, thanks!"
The woman stopped in the middle of descending down the stairs. "If I were you, I would not come up here," she warned, indirectly gesturing to her hand-less arm.
The teenager cringed inwardly and followed after, all thoughts of the blood red door forgotten.
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Night fell at a rapid speed, Sora decided to spend the rest of his evening unpacking his belongings, and continued the procedure after dinner, he had a very small conversation with the blonde maid and then he decided to set his belongings around the relatively empty room, it was nearing mid night and he just managed to finish packing, the last item he had pulled out of his tiny rucksack, was a family photograph he would treasure for a lifetime. Silent tears cascaded down his sun-kissed skin and travelled to his lips. His tears tasted salty. He rapidly blinked in order to trap the tears away. He was not supposed to be so broken.
Beside his gigantic bed was a wooden, black side-table with two drawers, Sora took the clutched photo frame and gently placed it on the side table next the alarm clock. The first drawer had a jumbled mix of letters, aimed to make it difficult to read, the wood was terribly scratched and it had a lot of errors. However, the bottom drawer had clearer words, even if it was more scarred than the top one.
The brown haired boy was able to make out a few words.
'Leave this place!'
'Go back...this is all a façade of positivity, everything is bad!'
'DON'T EVEN THINK OF OPENING THIS.'
A shiver ran up the teenaged boy's spine, he closed his eyes for a second and then, reopened them, he tried to open the draw despite the capitalised letters that threatened to harm him. The draw jagged open without a struggle.
'Easy,' Sora thought.
His cerulean eyes peered inside, there was a single puzzle piece, of soft rosy lips, pulled down into a frown. They looked feminine.
His heart jumped to his throat at the sound of heavy footsteps, he quickly slammed the draw shut, kicked his huge yellow shoes off and jumped into his unbelievably soft bed, pulling the quilt to his chin.
In the dim light, Xehanort's golden eyes glowed like a fireball, "Is everything okay?"
"Y-yeah, why wouldn't it be?"
The aged man smiled faintly, wished his nephew good night and shut the door, leaving the chocolate haired boy, consumed in the darkness.
His eyes darted in every direction, the silence was eating him up like the deep force of slumber, however, he remained fully alert and only then did he hear the faintest sob directly coming from the room above him.
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His blood froze in his veins.
Was that real or a figment of his imagination? Was it Naminé or-?
The cry was louder this time and Sora dared to move his head a little, as if he was under the threat of having a broken neck if he were to make a sound.
The sob came again and he bolted up right.
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Only to meet large, glowing blue eyes staring back at him.
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A/N: Please leave a review! Chapter two is already in progress! Should I continue or...?