Alright, this is the new one I was talking about. I'm going to upload a chapter tomorrow as well and maybe the next day, but let's see if you guys like this one as much as my other ones. I may just give this one a few days and see the results I get, but I don't know. I'll just see what happens and hope you guys like this.

I'll be drawing a cover for this one as well, but I have to wait on that one.

Speaking of which, I have a special treat for a certain amazing fan of mine who has been with me for a while throughout my fanfics. I hope you like it~

I don't own Kingdom Hearts in any way...which sucks...meh...

Sora found it highly unfair that everyone but him had a Blood Dragon to call their own. He was sixteen, which was way past the Coming of Age for him…or anyone, in fact. Yet, despite everything, he still had no such creature to come to his aid, to call friend, to talk to. No one understood you like your Dragon, but…Sora didn't have one.

It wasn't fair.

Destiny Islands consisted of many small and large islands that were spread out among the sea, all connected as a family. The mainland had a large village that held quite a big population. It was a tight, well-formed home for many, one that grouped people together…if you had a Blood Dragon, of course.

Which left Sora Dikare, basically, as an outsider from his people. A freak. He was shunned anywhere he went, avoided like the plague from even his own family. Pushed aside, he was quick to take all his belongings and leave the mainland in hopes of finding a place to call his own. Somewhere where he would be left in peace and not be constantly reminded of the one thing he desperately wished for.

So the poor boy sailed off on his own, searching the seas for some place to call home. And, as if by some mercy from a god above, he came across a lone island that was a good distance from any other, including the mainland. He made sure that there were no inhabitants living there and was relieved to find that it was deserted of any human beings. He also found the island to be flourishing with plants (especially large trees) and animals (even Chocobos), abundant with fresh food and plenty of hidden springs that contained sweet drinking water; it was a wondrous little paradise for the brunette.

Settling down there, he strayed from contacting anyone and was left to his own devices. It was hard, finding a place that would keep him warm at night. During his explorations, though, he came across an opening that was covered with trailing ivy that led to a secret room of rock. It was a nice little area and even had an opening above that would be perfect for when he lit fires. With that, he put all his belongings inside and let that become his house. It was a flawless place to live in and the boy was happy that he had his own place to call home. Finally.

He knew that he would never be missed from the mainland or from his family. He had never had friends, so that was out of the question as well. And he was certain that he would never be invited to any celebrations or even allowed to step foot back on the islands. He was completely and utterly alone in the world and no one would ever care or worry about the poor boy. He wouldn't get to trade with any on the islands or sell anything to anyone in hopes of getting provisions for himself either; whatever he had was all he was going to get.

Banned. Sora was banned from all and he thought it somewhat of a blessing to be away from such cruel, condescending people who only wanted to pass judgment and exclude him because he didn't carry a beautiful glowing tattoo on him like the rest of them did. It wasn't something he could control, yet the islanders had no mercy to spare towards him. How unjust was that?

However, he was still human, still wished for that special companion to be beside him that he could truly call a friend. He wanted a delicate, curving tattoo that assigned him to his one and only Dragon. Wasn't he allowed to hope and believe that, one day, just maybe, that magical design would appear on his skin and proclaim him connected? Every day, when he bathed, he would desperately check his entire body for a glimmer of any sort of lovely pattern that signaled him claimed. Which, in fact, is where this story begins…

I searched my tanned body, hoping and praying that today would be the day that I would finally have one. I was stripped bare naked, my clothes tossed on the sand, standing in my bath. It was really just a pool that had a waterfall with it, but it worked just fine. It was right beside the opening to my home, too, so it would be alright if anyone tried to come and search this place so I could duck right inside and stay hidden until they were gone. The water was crystal-clear and cool, with a nice scent that lingered in the water itself. I gazed down at my shaky reflection in the pool and sighed.

"Please let there be one…" I whispered to myself.

It had become a routine for me. I would first examine my arms and chest, then my abdomen and legs. Then I would twist about and use my reflection to see my back and neck and face, scanning my entire body for anything that was similar to that of a Blood Dragon tattoo. But it was hopeless, just like every other time. Nothing in front, nothing in the back either. It was a futile effort to try and check again; there was nothing there.

"Same as ever." I said in defeat, my shoulders slumping.

I had been looking for weeks upon weeks for one since I had been here, but it had been a waste. I had an unforgiving, hopeless fate and there was nothing I could do about it. I climbed out and stood there, letting the morning sun dry me off. A salty breeze wafted by, soothing me a bit from the sting of today's search. I smiled and breathed in the sea air, glad that I at least had peace now. Peace…and eternal loneliness.

"This isn't fair. Why can't I have my Dragon tattoo already?"

The only one who answered my question was the never-ending crash of waves from behind me. The feeling of loneliness enveloped me as I went and picked up my clothes from the sand, shaking them out. It was the only clothes I had, but it was better than nothing. A simple black pair of capris and a white t-shirt, along with flip flops, which I rarely used now, was what I would use for the rest of my life. Throwing them on, I went back to my "door". I was running low on food, so I had to stock back up and fill my sack. Crouching low, I walked through the tunnel that led into a large area created of rock and branches. My home.

All that I really had was my sack that I had carried of what little I had with me to this place, firewood that lay nearby the small fire I had made that was right under the opening above, my two blankets that was my sleeping bag, some tools I had stolen from my family in secret and my music box.

Snatching up the sack, I left in search of food that I knew I would need soon. It was almost winter, which meant bad storms and cold weather and I didn't want to be unprepared for what was to come. I had a feeling that this year would be different than all the others. The sea was always one to give you new surprises and this year could be no exception. The weather was always unexpected and powerful, never giving any warning that it was coming. I had to be ready for anything.

After only a couple hours of looking, I was able to find a good amount of food that would last me a good while. The island was bountiful of mushrooms, pineapples, coconuts, bananas, oranges, fish and many other edible things. I had learned since I was little how to fish with my bare hands and climb palm trees by their trunks, so it was quite easy getting those sorts of things. On rare occasions, I came across a seagull egg or two and a chicken. These were rather one) hard to get, and two) very hard to find. Today was my lucky day, however, where I had found both.

My sack had already grown heavy with all the food I had found and I was happy to carry it back home and put it in my storage area. Of course, this was really a loose rock that had a dirt opening behind it that was perfect for my food. It worked just fine, though, and kept it fresh and away from anything that would try to come after it. Stuffing all my food inside it and putting the rock back into place, I sighed in relief. I would be fine, at least for the first month of this brittle winter. I had already decided to go out tomorrow and search some more, just to be on the safe side.

But, seeing as it was already sunset, I needed to get some food in me and go to bed. Tomorrow would be just as tiring as today was and I would need all the rest and energy I could get tonight. Sticking to just eating some mushrooms and pineapple pieces, I lit my fire and threw some more firewood onto it before crawling into bed, exhausted. With a yawn, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

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