Alright, well, I decided Kingdom Hearts came to mind. I dunno, one of those moods? :D *tilts head* ANNNNYWAY! Suppose I'll just say Hai, bai, and let you get on with life. XD
'Up upon the ground, there's a sky. Down below the ground, there's a sea. Beyond the horizon- Yeah, there-
Is where they collide.'
Sora sighed, eyes closed as the wind blew past. The ten-year-old could feel the words filled with warmth. Could smell the lavender and refreshing aroma that reminded him of a home probably once known. (May be in the child's younger years.)
Suddenly, a distant whine sent those dazed eyes open.
"SOOOOORAAAAAAA! C'MON!" A little red head wheezed over, hunched to get her breath back.
"Oh?" Sora blankly stared. What was he supposed to do again?
"Blacking out AGAIN?" The other child complained, "Riku isn't gonna be too happy your late again either!"
"Oh…heh-heh, sorry Kairi!"
"Sorry isn't gonna cut it for Riku. Now," Kairi continued, her oddly red hair spiking up, "let's get going."
"Heh-heh..." The Burnett scratched his back spikes nervously. "That's no good..."
Kairi giggled, both bolting across grains of sand. Other worlds existed, in which seemed so far away. Sora was a curious young lad, and yearned to explore. But, for now, home is here where family , a ticked Riku awaited, arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently. And oh that disapproving glare...
"Sora. Your late." Complained Riku, soon heaving an irritated sigh as Sora innocently shuffled his feet, gaze turned away from the piercing gems. "It's dinner time dummies, let's go eat."
"Your the best Riku!" Sora exclaimed, sure as hell Riku spared him.
Kairi shot Sora a Your-lucky-your-not-dead gaze, and scampered along. Soon, all three were gobbling down.
Riku's cooking was hand down the best you could get! Especially by the looks of a chubby cheeked Sora snobbling every little speck. No. Joke.
Now, while the trio of Destiny Island blissfully went about, another little group lingered. One skies, even worlds, apart.
'I wonder what's out there…through the Orange…' A similar boy cocked an eyebrow. The boy was along the front porch of a little hut. The sun painted like a shimmery flame, yet with its own gentle touch.
"Roxas!" Another called. "Hey, what's shaking?" A brunette with spike bird-like hair sat next to him, warm smile showing.
"Hmm?" Roxas, his age being twelve, replied, "Oh, just ya know. Lookin', and stuff. What about you, Olette? WAIT! Don't tell me…Hayner and Pence are crying over twilight again, huh?"
"Bawling bucket loads," she retorted sarcastically with a great big sigh. "I don't get it...It's such a trivial movie, how's it sad?! Ah, well," she shrugged peppily. "They're guys.
"Yeah, yeah. I think THIS twilight is better."
Roxas motioned to the wide display. He couldn't explain why, but somehow…the blonde felt ease with watching the sunsets. It was plainly, well, comforting.
That was a good question. It was such a tiny process, sometimes not even five, so, why did he bother with it so much? Not to mention, besides the calmness, and colour, what else? Then it hit. Reminder clear and vivid.
"Well…I dunno. Calming ease? I mean, ever feel like your just, 'out there'?"
Roxas stared upward, away from his friend. The tween bit down among his lower lip. Roxas just didn't feel like he 'fit in' at times. Almost like a ghost left to tag along. There was a slim pause.
"Sora. Your late." Complained Riku, soon heaving an irritated sigh as Sora innocently shuffled his feet, gaze turned away from the piercing gems. "It's dinner time dummies, let's go eat."
"Your the best Riku!" Sora exclaimed, sure as hell Riku spared him.