This is a fun new idea I had and I really hope it works out well. It stemmed from two of my wants: I want to diversify my writing and get more comfortable with changing up scenarios and characters/pairings, and I want to be able to write short concise stories that still contain everything I want plot-wise (i.e. I want to be able to do short one-shots to just get out ideas). I couldn't think of a good way to do this, because every time I have a good idea I promptly forget it and never write it down, and all my ideas are very similar because there are simply pairings and stories I like, and I stick to what I like.

So this is my remedy for that. Every chapter is going to be based off of a prompt. All chapter will be a singular story, and it will be ended in only one chapter. They're each going to be different stories with different characters in different places. And where will these prompts come from, you ask? Well that's easy...

You're going to give them to me.

This first chapter is off of a prompt I found on the internet, but from here on in, I really want all the prompts to come from people who read and review the stories. This way its not always the stories and characters I'm comfortable with, and it will be a good practice in stepping out of my comfort zone and also in simply writing and being able to get my ideas across. Plus, this is a really fun way to get to know people and involve readers! The 'rules' are at the bottom if you want to give me a prompt, but before that comes the first story!

Enjoy!

Prompt: Create a story based on this personification: hope vibrates.

Submitted by: I found this on the internet. No literally, I just typed in 'writing prompts' on Bing XD

There he was again. That stupid head of silver hair. Those ridiculous blue-green eyes. He was tall, meaning that Sora was never able to miss him in a crowd. Damn him. Damn his hair and his eyes and his height. Damn his perfect face and perfect smile. And that wasn't even the worst of it.

The worst was that whenever Sora laid eyes on that hair, that smile, that perfect face, he couldn't look away. He would start to feel like there was a weight tied to his lungs, making it harder and harder to breathe, harder and harder to move. And then those eyes would notice his own, the smile would grow, and the other boy would make his way over to him. Then his heart would speed up, drumming in his chest, pounding away behind his ribs, making his whole body feel like it was shaking. Shaking with the anticipation of hearing that angel-like voice, maybe feeling that seraphim skin on his own.

Damn him. Damn Riku for making him hope like this, giving him these unreachable dreams.

He wanted to tell him, to just out himself, to just walk up to him and say 'Riku, I think I may be in love with you.' But things weren't that easy. They had just met a few months ago, connected by a mutual friend. Settling quickly into an easy friendship, Sora had barely noticed himself falling for the older boy. But fallen he had, and he was pretty sure he had bumped his head a few times on the way down.

They sat now in a coffee shop, the kind you would think that intellectuals would be found in, writing their poems and thinking their deep thoughts. But really, there were only a few coffee deprived students around, busily finishing homework or reading over papers. Sora and Riku weren't even doing anything that productive, they were just sitting and talking, watching as the hour hand on the clock worked its way around. Sora loved days like this. When he and Riku would just sit and talk about absolutely nothing in particular, wasting away time for no reason than to simply enjoy the others company. He could say anything here, talk about any subject, and Riku would just laugh and put in his two cents on the subject. He never reprimanded Sora for outlandish ideas or crazy topics of conversation; he was always more than willing to simply talk the hours away.

Damn him. Damn his dumb open and caring personality that made Sora's whole body tingle with a happy warmth, from his toes all the way to his eyebrows. Damn the silver-haired menace for making Sora fall in love with him, even though there was never a chance that they could ever be together. Sora's personality, the friend but never the boyfriend, Riku's reputation, the playboy with no thoughts of serious relationships, their fragile friendship only starting, still in its very beginnings, these things made it impossible for them to be together. Maybe later, Sora would hope, when we know each other better, and he's wised up about sleeping around and begins to see me the way I see him, maybe something could happen. And then he would feel that happy warmth start again, his whole body tingling. But it would fade, because he knew that things may never get that far.

"You should really just tell him," his childhood friend Selphie would chide him, "What's the worst that could happen?"

"He could completely and utterly reject me, never speak to me again, and I'll be forced to forever live knowing that the only man I'll ever love can't stand the sight of me." He would mumble forlornly.

"See, that's not so bad! I say go for it!"

But Sora never wanted to take that risk. He never wanted to risk losing Riku, even if it meant he could never love him outright. Sometimes he would be alone, thinking it over and over in his head, and would decide that the next time he looked Riku in the eye he would finally just tell him. But then he would run into Riku, and he would see the boy's blinding smile, hear that beautiful voice, and decide that he was absolutely wrong. There was no way he was not going to see that face again, and he would do nothing to risk losing it.

So they talked, and laughed, and drank coffee with ridiculous names, and made jokes about professors. And Sora loved those times, they were the happiest of his life so far. Every one of those moments left its mark on his heart, but each mark only covered a scar that continued to tear deeper and deeper until he thought he might split and fall apart.

"Sora, are you alright?" Riku asked one day, quite out of the blue. Sora looked at him quizzically.

"Yeah, why?"

"I don't know, you seem distant. Is something on your mind?"

"Sorta…" He confessed, "But I don't really want to talk about it." He took a sip of his mint flavored frappe-cappa-something, "Do I really seem distant?"

Riku chuckled, "A bit. Maybe the coffee just hasn't kicked in yet."

"Maybe…"

A few weeks later Sora ran into Riku outside one of his classes. The older boy made his way through a small crowd of students, locking eyes with Sora so that he couldn't escape. But those eyes didn't have a smile behind them.

"Hey Riku," He said as the other boy finally reached him, "What's up?"

"You haven't been returning my phone calls." Riku said accusingly, hurt, and Sora's eyes drifted to the floor.

"I've been kinda busy lately, I just kept forgetting to call you back." He looked back up at Riku with a shrug, "Sorry."

Riku just stared at him, that accusing look never leaving his eye, "What's up with you? You started acting weird a few weeks ago, now you're avoiding me."

"I'm not avoiding you!" Sora pleaded with him, but in his heart he knew it was a lie.

He was trying to avoid Riku. Because maybe if he eased himself away from the silver-haired boy he would be able to slowly forget the feelings he sensed inside himself every time they were together. He was hoping that Riku would get the hint, maybe simply forget about Sora. They would drift apart, the way people did sometimes. It made Sora hurt each time he thought about it, so he did his best to keep it out of mind.

It wasn't working very well though. He constantly thought about Riku, about how much he missed him, about how much he wanted to feel happy again. It seemed he could only ever be happy when he was with Riku, because these weeks of careful avoidance had made his sadder than he had ever been. Was it worth it? Putting himself through all this? It barely even made sense. He was trying to avoid the pain of rejection by separating himself from Riku, but all that was bringing about was a different type of pain, a pain of loneliness instead of the pain of betrayal. But how could he tell which was worse, without risking everything? But what did he even have with Riku anymore, since he hadn't seen him in weeks?

It made Sora's brain hurt, this thinking around in circles. But he couldn't make himself stop. He couldn't stop dreaming and hoping and wishing. So he just let himself go, let himself get absorbed into his fantasies. Because that was the closest he could ever get to Riku. At least, until the day the older boy cornered him in the library.

Sora was searching the stacks of literature for a book to use with his reference paper. The volume in his hand was just what he had been looking for, but it was suddenly yanked from his grasp. He turned to chastise whoever had rudely stolen his book, but he was forced to take a step back when he encountered blue-green eyes and a head of silver hair. Riku began to leaf through the pages of the book absentmindedly, and all Sora could do was stare at him, wide-eyed and somewhat frightened. Riku didn't look up at him, instead choosing to continue to flip through the book, occasionally stopping at pages he found interesting. After a minute or two his eyes turned up to lock onto Sora's face, but he continued to play with the hardback volume, turning it over and over in his hands.

"Sora, fancy seeing you here." He said quietly, mindful of where they were, but his voice was filled with acid.

"I'm writing a paper…" Was all Sora could think to say. His voice was tiny and nearly silent, even for being in the library.

"I can see that. Why else would you be reading about the feeding habits of toucans? You're not the type to pick that up as a topic for leisure reading."

"Yeah…" He murmured, the joke making neither of them smile. It was too full of sarcasm and malice. He didn't know what Riku wanted. The other boy was being so hostile towards him; his voice, his posture, his eyes, it all held a harsh edge to it. It was so sharp that Sora was afraid it could physically cut him if he got too close. But would it cut his skin? Or maybe his heart?

"So I'm assuming that you've been so busy learning about toucans to hang out," Riku said suddenly, "Or to return my phone calls, or to try to make contact with me in any possible way. You've been acting like I don't exist." His words held onto their bite, but a hint or sadness leaked to them.

"I just-" Sora began to explain, but Riku cut him off.

"Cut it out with the excuses, Sora. You're avoiding me and I want to know why," His eyes narrowed, "Now."

Sora stood there, mouth agape as he tried to think of something, anything, to say. He felt his hands begin to shake, and his heart thumped erratically under Riku's stern gaze. What could he say? There was no truth he could warp that would fulfill Riku's wishes without giving away everything. He didn't want to lose Riku over this, he didn't want to have to say goodbye in this library.

But then he realized: he already had lost Riku. He had abandoned him, had left his life voluntarily in order to try and protect himself. But it had all backfired, he was even more miserable now than he had even been when he was with Riku and simply hiding his feelings. While trying to escape his feelings, he had lost what he loved most: Riku, his beautiful face and beautiful voice, his lovely eyes and lovely hair, magnificent laugh and magnificent personality. Sora had been so afraid of rejection that he had rejected Riku before the other could do away with him.

But Riku wasn't rejecting him now. Instead, he was fighting for him, he was trying to rebuild what Sora had carelessly torn down. So would it be so bad? Would it be so bad for him to know how Sora felt? If he was willing to look past what Sora had done, how he had tried to destroy their friendship, would he be willing to understand why he had done it in the first place? Would he be willing to know how Sora felt, how he truly felt for the silver-haired man? Would he be able to know that Sora…

"What did you just say?" Riku asked, eyes jumping from their narrow glare to wide, shocked saucers.

"I said I'm in love with you." Sora stated again, calmly, "It's why I was avoiding you, I didn't want you to know."

Riku gaped at him now, their positions from a moment ago reversed. Now Riku stood unsure of what to do or say, and Sora stood his ground and waited for a response. His body was buzzing with the tension, knowing that in this moment Riku's decision would change everything. But Riku did nothing, he just stood there, eyes locked on Sora's face, body tense. Sora sighed.

"I'm sorry, that was kind of sudden, huh? I really wasn't planning on telling you like that. I wasn't planning on telling you at all, in fact. But…yeah. Look, I'm sorry I avoided you, I just thought it would be easier that way. Just give me a call sometime, once you've thought stuff over. I promise I'll pick up. If you don't…well…I'll understand." Sora gave him a weak smile and a shrug, plucked his book from Riku's frozen hands, and made his way to the library exit.

Two days later, two agonizingly slow and painful days later, Sora felt his hone vibrate in his pocket. The caller ID said it was Riku. He finally picked up.

Hope vibrates.

Yup yup yup.

I feel like this came out really rushed, but overall I'm happy with it and its fluffiness. Like I said, I want to get better at short stories, and I think this was a good start.

So here are the 'rules' for submitting a prompt to me:

(1) A prompt can be anything, but keep it short. It can be like this one: a short phrase, a couple of words, a general idea. It can be a song if you like, but I don't do song-fics, the song will only act for inspiration for the story. You could give me a handful of unrelated words and tell me to use them all in the story. You can show me a picture, either famous or something from deviantArt if you like, and I can base a story off of that. However, if it is a picture, make sure that the artist is alright with it being used as inspiration for fan fiction. Really, anything goes, but do not, I repeat, do not, tell me to write a story about so-and-so where they do this and that or go to a specific place. I want something vague to serve as inspiration, not a full fledged plot-line.

(2) You may suggest a pairing if you like, but it must be within Kingdom Hearts. I'm stepping outside my little comfort box here, but I'm not ready to take that leap yet :) If you don't want to add a pairing and are willing to leave it up to me, that's fine too. Final Fantasy characters are okay as long as they actually appear in Kingdom Hearts.

(2.5) I will be keeping this PG-13 and under. 'Nuff said.

(3) Just because you give me a prompt does not mean I will necessarily use it. These are not commissions, they are a way to improve my writing while also engaging and involving my readers. I will use the prompts that I think will provide the most interesting stories, or inspire me the most, or that I think will be most beneficial to me. On that note...

(4) If I do use your prompt, it may not turn out the way you think it will. This is because I'm not asking for story or plot ideas, I just want general ideas to help inspire me. Therefore, when you prompt me and think it will go one way, my mind may go in the complete opposite direction. So don't think your prompt will give a very specific story, I have no idea where I'm going with these things until I start writing.

(5) Leave your prompt in the reviews! Just click on the button to review this story, let me know how you think I'm doing, and then leave your prompt! If its a song please include the artist, I'm not a mind reader. If its a picture, please include a link to it. I'd really like to know if you guys think I'm actually improving as this moves along, or am utterly failing on my mission. So tell me what you think! Also, if you leave a prompt once, don't keep repeating it on every chapter. I read all my comments, so I've definitely seen it. It may be a case of number 3, or I might be saving it to do at a later time. I'd rather see a lot of different, interesting ideas that the same things over and over.

This will be updated periodically as I work on other stories and deal with other real-life stuff like schoolwork. I really hope this works out and doesn't end up being a horrible fail of an idea. So pretty pretty please leave me a prompt! Thanks for reading!