Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts at all. I do however have a Sora plushie, so HA!

Hello! This is my new story folks. This one is a Leon/Sora and will be set in the future from this scene. You will find out later in the story, as this is only the prologue. You will also find out where the story is set. But just to let you know, the next couple of chapters will probably seem like they aren't related to this part at all. But believe me, they are. You'll just have to wait and find out. And yes! This is the french SOra I mention in The Dangers of Cookies! HUZZAH! :D

It started off as a normal day for the young master Leon.

His favorite servant, Sora was his name, came up and brought him tea, his french accent and angelic voice combined with the warm tea making Leon smile to himself. The sun shone in through his window and hit the table he was sitting at. His large king-sized bed had already been made by Sora, who bowed to him and made his way out of the grand bedroom. Leon hummed a toon to himself as he sipped his hot tea, reveling in the way the hot tea poured down his throat and pooled in his stomach, spreading warmth throughout his body. The scruffy brunet set his cup down and was just about to stand up went he heard a shot ring out in the air.

Leon shot up out of his seat and ran to the window, surprised to see a line of slaves standing with their backs to the large house, facing another line of slaves who seemed to be trying to get in. Leon pondered why they were standing like that for a moment before his stormy eyes widened in realization- some of the slaves were revolting, and the rest were defending their masters' home and plantation. His heart swelled with pride before freezing over almost instantly when he spotted a head full of spiky brown hair with his back to the castle. That hair only belonged to one person, the one person Leon was in love with and would do anything for- Sora. His darling Sora. The very one who brought him tea every morning and made his bed while singing in French. His angel and light was getting ready to fight his friends and almost family to help defend Leon.

Leon knew he should be proud that Sora's loyalty stretched so far, but he wasn't. Instead, a feeling of dread was settling in his stomach, for he knew that Sora was the smallest slave, he was delicate and petite, and Leon was afraid for him- for his love. The small brunet would make an easy target for the slaves who decided they needed freedom, the ones who would not hesitate to kill anything that got in their way, the ones who Leon hated.

The taller man dashed out of his bedroom and down the grand staircase, time seeming to slow down until he was running in slow motion, even though he was going as fast as he could. He burst out of the french doors just in time to hear another gun shot ring out and watch his beloved slump to the ground.

"SORA!" Leon bellowed out and shot forward, grabbing he smaller body before it could hit the stone and cradling the frame to his chest. Leon could feel the blood soaking through his cotton shirt but he didn't want to believe it. He screwed his eyes shut in an attempt to pretend everything was alright and squeezed the body closer to him. Only when he felt a small hand cup his face did his teary eyes open, being greeted with another set of teary eyes, but this one of the bluest cerulean hue. A weak smile adorned the tan face, the pink lips opening, a trail of blood flowing down the chin and soaking the white shirt.

Sora whispered two words to the man holding him before his arm fell to the ground and those gorgeous eyes closed permanently. Leon shouted out a strangled version of the dead boy's name and slumped over the body, his arms gripping tight in a relentless grip, not even noticing the fight going on around him. Leon shouted his name over and over, allowing his tears to flow down and pelt the smaller man's face like droplets of rain. The final last words of his angel rang in his ears, as they would for years to come.

"Je t'aime, Leon."