Disclaimer: Not mine, yadda yadda yadda.
Author's Notes: Needless to say, I was not in a very happy mood when I wrote this. I'm mean to Sora, you have been warned. So maybe the details are wrong. Details, who needs 'em? (I looove Hades)
Heartless swarmed the bailey of Radiant Garden, overwhelming the protectors with their numbers. They were fighting bravely, but the Heartless were simply too much. Until Sora and Riku arrived, that is.
Merlin used some of his precious magic to summon the Keyblade Masters, sending an urgent call for help. They arrived shortly and proceeded to cut down Heartless by the hundreds. Thousands were reduced to black dust by the deadly swing of their Keyblades.
The tide of battle pulled Sora away from his comrades. He soon found himself surrounded by a mass of sickly yellow eyes and waving black antennae. And for every Heartless he destroyed, two more seemed to come in their place.
A sharp blow to the head sent him sprawling, and left him too stunned to move as a lance struck home.
An bloodcurdling scream of agony was ripped from his throat as the lance sank deep into his chest. Blood poured from the wound, and Sora quickly gave in to the welcome respite of unconsciousness.
At the sound of the scream, Riku cried out. "Sora!"
The platinum-haired Wielder knew instinctively that Sora was in trouble. He had seen his friend go down and had already starting fighting his way to his fallen friend when he heard the scream. Rage lent him strength, and he swatted the Heartless away from his friend's body, but his blood ran cold as he finally caught sight of Sora.
The spiky-haired brunette lay on his back, a lance driven clean through his chest and crimson blood soaking his clothing. His eyes were closed, and if you ignored the blood and the lance it almost looked as though he were sleeping. Riku, panicked, had no idea if he were even alive or not, and as he turned to frantically shout for Kairi and Aerith he found them already at his shoulder.
Aerith quickly knelt by Sora and muttered a curing spell under her breath. Leon, Cloud, Tifa, and Yuffie protected the small group surrounding Sora from the masses of Heartless, having also made their way to him at the sound of his scream. Their unspoken motto was all for one and one for all. They would always stick by any comrade, especially a fallen one. No matter what.
Aerith frowned as the cure spell didn't seem to be strong enough.
"Riku, I need you to…pull it out…" she said weakly, looking somewhat shaken but also calm and in control. Kairi looked shocked, as though she couldn't believe what was before her eyes, and slightly sick at the sight of her friend's blood. Riku wasn't exactly enjoying the sight either.
He gulped and gripped the lance. One tug proved futile, and it took several more before he finally dislodged the lance. He dropped it with disgust as soon as it was free of his friend's body. Riku didn't want to touch it unless he had to.
Aerith murmured more curing spells. With each spell Sora's condition improved, but Aerith was tiring fast. Finally she ran out of energy.
"He's well enough to be moved," she said tiredly. Kairi helped her up, and Leon carried Sora's limp form to Aerith's house.
When Riku left Aerith's home, Sora was lying peacefully in a spare bed, bloody clothes exchanged for clean ones. Riku stole one more glance at his best friend's sleeping face before returning to battle and fighting with more strength than ever before.
Author's Notes:
Meh, I don't really like this one. But oh well... it's not often that I really like my pieces anyway. And I'm not quite sure what I don't like about it. I just don't.
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