Names chapter 1: dreams and raindrops
Authors note: Do not bother to correct me on the correctness of scenes rewritten from Kingdom hearts or Kingdom hearts two. They are supposed to be different.
There was darkness all around, more black than when you close your eyes. There was nothing but void above or below and for a few moments she almost cried out. She felt unable to breathe.
Then, suddenly she could hear. Water was rushing past her, around her. Bubbles floated past her head. Her body felt paralyzed.
A voice boomed around her, "I've been having..." she is at voice! But from where?
"Sora!" Another voice interrupted.
"These weird thoughts lately..." voice finished she opened her eyes she was looking up at the Sun cornflower blue through the tremulous water.
Her body sunk away from her and she was able to peer down at it. 'Wait! A boy? Who?'
"Sora!!!" The scream of someone else mixed in with the sound of air rushing in where the water had been. The sun disappeared and the boy's body that was once her slander gently in the void, her own spirit rested beside the spiky haired boy.
Slowly turned round and lifted up his head. His eyes slowly open revealing shocking electric blue eyes. He opened his mouth and began to move as if he were speaking. Once he stopped suddenly the room filled with the words reverberated on the dark nothingness. "Like it painterly any of this real?"
The floor led off and broke apart letting water filled her lungs. She felt bad. She felt...
she startled, who will body racing every color she knew blasting her eyes et al. all was white. She squeezed her eyelids shut.
When she opened her eyes she was inside her own room, the canopy above her head was the same stark white is the sheets, bedspread, and even the walls. She began to gently set up, spreading her white nightgown over her legs daintily.
"Emily." She didn't respond.
"Emily." A man's voice chided but was not unkind.
"Namine." In stark contrast the woman's voice Grassley rang in her ears. She looked up, the only thing that was stark in the whole room were these people decked out from head to toe in black.
Namine smiled at her, "yes?"
"Do you dream?" Asked the man gently.
"Yes," her soft voice melted the terse atmosphere, "of the past."
"Tell us." Apparently unaware of the mood changed woman at all if I continue to demand responses.
"Never." said namine she turned her face away closing her blue eyes softly, "you're already dead." She whispered.
Larxene looked up shock evident on her countenance, "what is he saying?"
"Nothing." Her voice dispersed like leaves in the fall.
Namine regards the reader, "I bet you want to know what happened..."
"If any of this real?" Emily Hawthorne muttered to herself and she regarded her own reflection "a kind of dream was that anyway?" Her tone turned to slight annoyance. She did not have time for this.
Her feet padded out of the stark white bathroom and into the stark white hall. The soft celeste carpet squishing plushly between her bare toes as she eisurely made her way down the staircase. She passed a clock downstairs and gasped. She began to rush, her duster flowing out behind her. She wore a white shirt and black as a bad luck cat pants. She reached for her boots and pulled them on glad that her pants flared out just right to cover the bulk of the unfashionable black boots.
She opened her front door and wrinkled her petite nose. Rain. She huffed at the thought of having to bring an umbrella. She grabbed one anyway and walked out into the chilling rain.
On second thought, she turned around and grabbed a second umbrella. Running to make up for lost time she reached the bus stop on the city sidewalk.
Barely a moment passed before a meticulously dressed girl came marching up looking disdainful.Her whole body was soaked and are usually fair colored hair was almost black. She shot Emily of look of friendly disgust and smiled.
"Why can't I be as perfect as you, Emily?" Her tone teasing.
"Whatever." Emily retorted, "here." She held out her extra umbrella.
The other girl looked at it, "I'm already wet, Em. I might as well just enjoy it."
"Being wet?" Emily queried, "you're crazy year and going to get sick, Heather Marie Valentine"
"I don't care at least I can feel good for a while."
"You're one of those people who upon hearing 'live for today' jump out of a plane." Emily noticed the bus approaching and readied herself setting her backpack more soundly upon shoulders.
Heather was too distracted with attempting to shield her homework from the rain to respond.
Once they were settled on the plastic benches inside the bus, Emily turned to Heather, "I had this weird dream..." Emily started out but before she could finish a boy with long black hair sat next to her. He was soaked as well, though rather than complain he seemed pleased with himself.
Walking on immediately after, and sitting next to Heather, was a boy with wet honey brown hair about shoulder length.
"You jerk!" Said the boy with brown hair. "I hate you."
"What Alex do now?" Heather asked curiously.
Alec shifted his long black tendrils in hopes of becoming more comfortable.
"He pushed me into the rain." Dawson began, looking at Alex angrily, "when I was dry, after it's all concerned enough to ask him if he was OK."
"Why did you ask that?" Heather leaned forward.
"He was in the rain! He's an idiot."
"So are you." Alex took this time to interrupt. Heather grinned.
"At least I didn't stand in the rain by choice."
"Yeah, but you stayed in it."
"What would be a point of not? Besides you are getting wet..."
"what?" Heather's voice cracked slightly on the word.
"It went like this:" Alex began, "'hey Alex, where you stand in the rain?' 'Because I want to' and then I pulled him into the rain and he just stayed there..."
"with you." Dawson said.
"Giggling." They both finished together and for moment the little pathway between the pleather benches seemed way too far way.
At ago came to save the day and ruin the moment of gentle silence that had descended. She began prattling on about her morning. As she did, Emily looked out the plastic window pane, scratches cut deep into it and made it almost impossible to see out. Raindrops slipped down over the gnarled pane.