ComicCon

Disclaimer: Don't own Kingdom Hearts, Weekly World News, Elev8Me, or Butterfinger.

Sora sat on a bench at the terminal, awaiting the arrival of the rest of the group. They were going to America, to go to ComicCon 2006. He couldn't wait to get to the convention, and to see America. He had been practicing his English and was now quite good.

"Hi Sora," he heard. Looking up he saw Kairi, carrying a pink luggage bag.

"Hi," he replied, getting up.

"I heard that Donald, Mickey, and Goofy are coming together, and so are Ansem and Riku."

"Great," Sora replied. He picked up his bag and him and Kairi got up and walked around.

"They won't be here for another fifteen minutes at least," said Kairi. "I just hope Ansem doesn't ramble on about darkness, or bring any heartless with him," said Sora. "Remember that one time at ComicCon 2003?" asked Kairi.

"Do I. . ." said Sora, as a shiver ran down his back.

"Look Sora, a health food store!" He quickly grabbed his arm and dragged him into the store.

"Do we have to," whined Sora.

Sora began looking at the health bars on the racks. He picked one up. "Elev8Me," he read. "Man, the lack of organic food must be getting to these guys' brains. I mean look at that label."

"Stop being so negative," said Kairi. He picked up another one. "Simply Vegan." "Wow." Kairi picked up a few soy bars and went to pay the cashier.

After, they went to a newspaper stand. Sora picked up a copy of Weekly World News for Goofy, Warlock Weekly for Donald, and Reaper's Digest for Ansem.

Upon leaving, they came to a vending machine.

"Butterfinger," Screamed Sora, running toward the machine. He hastily took out a dollar and jammed it into the machine. He pressed the button for Butterfinger. He watched the restraints roll away, and ten. . . It stopped. "What," he screamed. He started kicking the machine, then he started pummeling it with his keyblade.

Some security guards walking by at the moment saw his antics and ran over trying to restrain him. "Let go, let go," screamed Sora, trying to squirm away from the guards. One of them took out a bottle of pepper- spray and pointed it at Sora's face. "Ahhhhhhh."

10 minutes later

Sora sat in the security office with a wet cloth on his head. Kairi sat on a bench next to him filling out release forms.

"Great," she scowled, "Now we're keeping the others waiting, all because of your insane obsession with chocolate.

"Ow," he mumbled as she smacked him with the hefty packet of forms. "I hope you're happy."

After Sora was released from security him and Kairi went back to the terminal. There they found the rest of the party.

"Where were you?" asked Goofy, indignantly. "Sora got arrested for criminal assault on a vending machine," answered Kairi.

"He started it," whined Sora.

"Flight to New York now boarding," announced the loudspeaker.

"Come on guys, let's go," said Donald, marching away.

The plane they were flying on was very furnished, and had a first second and third class. Everyone was booked on first class except. . .

"What are you talking about," shouted Sora at the usher.

"I'm sorry, but first class is full."

"You can't do this to me. Do you know who I am."

The usher took a walkie-talkie from her pocket. "Uh security, we have a boy here possibly on the edge of assaulting me."

"Wait, okay," shouted Sora, remembering terrible things. "I'll sit somewhere else, just don't call the fuzz." He then noticed that he was down on his knees with his hands folded begging. The usher pointed a finger toward the back of the plane, and Sora began slinking off, mumbling something to the effect of, "Damn communists."

He got to the curtain separating second and third class and stood staring at it with foreboding eyes. He thought: Thou thinkst that thou canst restrain me. O, I say nay. Thine black gloom can't detain me, thine bile polyester coat shant suffocate the breaths that are my freedom-

"Hey buddy, move, will ya," came the shout of the tourist behind him. Sora quickly came out of his trance of old English and patriotism. He turned around to glare at the man menacingly. He lifted up to fingers and pointed them toward his eyes. Then he pointed them towards the tourists eyes. A gesture meaning: I'm watching you. He pulled back the curtain of injustice to reveal. . . The Third Class flight section. . . Of DOOM!

"Ahhhhh," he screamed running down the aisle only stopping when the back wall of the plane obstructed his path. How'd that get there, he thought as he wobbled dazed to a seat. He sat down in the aisle seat, seeing that the window was occupied.

"Hi Sora," he heard a dark voice behind him saying.

Cautiously he turned. "Omigod, Ansem," he said. There was a sudden strike of lightning and thunder at the mention of his name.

"Yes Sora, it is I, Ansem."

-Lightning-

"How ya doing pal," said Ansem, trying to start some conversation.

"Good," said Sora, twiddling his thumbs.

The announcer hummed: We are preparing for takeoff, please fasten your seat belts.

Chapter 2 up soon