Disclaimer: yeah, yeah, it isn't mine.
Author's Notes: Okay.. I know that there are about a billion fics like this probably, but I flat out don't care. I'm a slave to my plot bunnies right now, and they were pestering me. You don't have to like it, I just needed to write it.
Sora.
She hadn't seen him for so, so long...and when she did, he was such an enigma. He had changed since she had seen him - he was not the sunny little boy he'd once been. He was strong, he was powerful, he was determined. He'd seen the world, and he'd seen devastation, and she could tell. She had seen the scars, she had seen the tears, and she had seen the loneliness in his eyes, no matter how much he had tried to hide it. He put on a happy face for the world, but she could tell. But now, as she watched him, he was peaceful. He wasn't peaceful anymore when he was awake; he was always jumping at sudden movements, thinking it was a Heartless attack, and the haunted look hadn't left him yet. But now he was sleeping...and for the first time since she'd seen him again, he looked peaceful.