Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts II, or any of the characters.
Author's notes: Hi! This is my second fanfiction, I hope it is fine ((:
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There was once a boy named Sora.
Sora lived in Destiny Islands, and it had a beautiful, sparkling sea and a wide blue sky. Sora's eyes reflected the blue in the skies too, and it always shone with happiness.
Does it?
Sora had two friends, Riku and Kairi. Riku smirks all the time, and he likes to tease Sora, because he is shorter. Kairi loves to giggle, and torment Sora about his lack of height with Riku. She isn't very tall either, actually. But they love him, and he loves them.
Sora has everything he needs and wants. A home. Friends. A smile as wide as the mouth can stretch.
…
Does he?
Sora had always longed for something. Something much more than just friends and a home. Sora wonders if it can be found on the island, or whether it was simply something far out of reach, beyond the island. He wonders if he can find it in Riku, or Kairi. He wonders if he can always smile like this, cheery and sometimes like an idiot. He wonders if the summer will end one day and winter will take over his heart like it takes over Destiny Island every December. He wonders if finding something, that something will solve everything.
Sora is fifteen and he wonders.
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There was once a boy named Roxas.
Roxas lived by the sea. The sky there was always clouded with grey, and the sea swirls with heavy mist and the cold waves crash upon the cliff. The cliff was jagged. The place always remains the same, during spring, summer, winter, and now, autumn.
Roxas doesn't know the name of the place. He can't remember the name of the place with grey and mist, with swirls of clouds and with the salt of the sea.
Roxas never cared about what other people thought of him. He lives alone by the sea, and he has no friends. No one to ask him whether he ate his dinner, or whether he felt lonely.
Roxas never felt lonely.
Roxas thought that he never feels.
But he does.
He feels empty whenever he looks out at the sea as he ponders whether the sea was ever blue. He feels queasy whenever the seagulls squawk their songs, pondering whether they ever had a home to go to, just like he never had a home to return to. He feels lifeless whenever the waves crashed onto the shores, pondering if he should let it pull him beneath. He ponders if he should feel this empty, or if he should even feel.
Roxas is fifteen, and he ponders.
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So...what do you think? I hope it isn't too bad Oh and I'm not sure whether to continue with this, or to just keep it as a one shot. It was inspired by a prompt from the community scarvesandhats. If I were to continue, I can think up of a story plot for this. I would love to hear from all of you! Thank you so much for reading!