Torn
A collection of Sora-centric one shots
Author's Notes: Oh yes, I am back again. I've been wanting to do something like this for a while, a collection of one shots focused one hundred percent on Sora, but I didn't have any sort of inspiration.
I'll be including stuff that happened in the anime, but it'll mostly focus on his past. From what I've seen, it started off happily until Aizawa came into the picture, so I'm taking that and running away with it like someone holding a kite.
There will be a sort of underlying story, but for the most part, I don't think most of the one shots will be directly connected to each other. We'll just have to see, eh?
The inspiration for this was Seabound's song entitled "Torn". I dunno about anyone else, but it just screams "Sora!" to me.
So, without further rambling...
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-One-
Meetings
He was lucky to have someone who cared about him so much, someone willing to take him in after what happened to his parents. Along came someone from a place he does not want to remember. Oh, the beginnings of friendship.
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What more could anyone ever ask for?
Sora didn't really remember his parents much; to him, they disappeared a long time ago. No one was ever straight with what happened to them, and he decided it didn't really matter - Nanami and Shinichiro were probably the best surrogate parents he had. He thought he was lucky to have two people who cared that much about him to take him in after what he assumed was a tragic accident that left him an orphan. Nanami was a close friend of his mother's, or that was what he was told.
"Are you sure it's okay for me to stay with you?" Sora had asked Nanami for the billionth time that night, as Shinichiro carted Sora's luggage into the spare bedroom. Nanami chuckled and knelt down in front of him.
"For the last time, Sora-kun, it's okay. You don't have to worry anymore." He patted Sora's shoulder reassuringly, and stood as Shinichiro came back to the entrance hall.
"Sora's still asking about it?" Shinichiro asked as he placed his hands on his hips.
Nanami nodded. "Yes, but I think he's done asking now."
Shinichiro grinned. "Well then, Sora, you can get settled into your room. It's kind of late, so you can unpack tomorrow if you want."
Sora nodded. "Good night, Nanami-chan."
Shinichiro crossed his arms. "Hey, Sora, what about me?" Sora laughed.
"Good night, nii-chan."
'Nii-chan' ruffled Sora's hair and sent him off to bed.
The clock in the living room struck ten. It really was getting late.
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Sora didn't remember the exact date when Sunao Fujimori entered his life, but he figured it was shortly after he was "adopted" by Nanami. It was a coincidental meeting, really. They both knew Matsuri (though Sora never quite figured out just how Sunao knew him), and Sunao, who was new to their school, ended up in his class. Sora swore he had seen Sunao before, though he couldn't really explain why he felt that way.
"Fujimori-kun, please introduce yourself to the class."
Fujimori looked so calm and collected up there, though little did Sora know that underneath that mask, Fujimori was nervous, yet excited.
"Don't be shy," the teacher pressed when Fujimori kept to the wall adjacent to the door.
There were whispers amongst the children in the room, but Fujimori ignored them all as he strode over to the teacher, fingers grasping his backpack straps.
"I'm Fujimori Sunao," the boy said as he stared into the small crowd of children. "I just moved here last week. It's nice to meet all of you." He bowed, his eyes facing the floor.
No one said a word; Sora wasn't paying much attention to the new kid - it wasn't uncommon for a lot of kids to enter into his class - and instead imagined what he could be doing in the sunshine outside.
"...next to Hashiba-kun and Honjou-kun."
Sora snapped to attention when he heard his name called, and saw the new student walk slowly towards the back of the room - the only place with an empty seat. Matsuri pointed to the seat next to him and smiled at Sunao, but Sora did nothing to acknowledge his presence. He figured that Sunao was just another kid in his class, and he would probably never have to talk to him ever.
Sora was wrong, of course, when Sunao showed up at their door.
"Sora-kun," Nanami said in a sort of sing-song way, "Shinichiro, we have company."
Shinichiro stuck his head out of the doorway, a wash cloth in his hand; Sora's head peeked over the door jamb of the kitchen, holding a plate.
"I don't remember you saying we were having people over," Shinichiro remarked, moving so he was fully visible in the doorway, the rag now in his pants pocket. "What's the big idea, Nanami?"
Nanami had closed the door behind their guest, and made his way over to the living room where he sat their guest down.
"I told Sora to mention it to you," Nanami said as he walked from the living room to the kitchen.
Shinichiro glanced over to Sora, who was still by the door clutching the dishware.
"Nii-chan, we're having guests over," Sora said sheepishly, his face hidden behind the plate. Shinichiro said nothing, he just went back to the kitchen to help with dinner, playfully hitting Sora with the rag as he passed by.
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"Sora-kun, I hope you don't mind sharing your room."
Sora said nothing as the pink haired boy entered the room, his arms filled with his belongings, which he dumped on his bed.
Staring at his new roommate, Sora watched Fujimori with interest as he tested the bed out. It squeaked a bit when he moved, but he thought it was comfortable - better than the beds at the orphanage, at any rate.
"Do I have something on my face?" the pink haired boy asked, sitting up. "You're staring at me."
Sora turned away immediately and instead focused on the ceiling. He crossed his legs at the ankles and rested his head on his arms, trying to act as casual as he could before he said what was on his mind.
"You seem to follow me everywhere," Sora said at last. "First school and now here. Where else are you going to follow me to?"
Sunao unzipped his bag and removed his pajamas from it before unceremoniously dropping his lone piece of luggage on the floor. Sora winced from the thud the bag caused, and figured Sunao was somehow angry with him.
"You don't seem to remember me," Sunao said after the awkward pause as he pulled off his t-shirt.
"Am I supposed to remember you?" Sora replied, looking over to Sunao once more. "Though I have to say you do look familiar."
Sunao raked his fingers through his hair, the pajama shirt half buttoned up, his sleep pants half on. Sunao looked quite disheveled, as if he wasn't thinking clearly.
"Don't you remember me? From the orphanage?"
Sunao expected him to remember the orphanage? He wasn't there for very long, only for about a week, maybe two at the most... Sora didn't really remember how long he was there, since it seemed like forever to him, and it seemed like forever ago.
"Yes," Sora said at last. "I do. I do remember."
The bedside lamp made a clicking noise, and the room was plunged into darkness.
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Author's Notes: So how was it? Feedback is welcome and appreciated, of course. I just figured that Sora's past before Aizawa got involved would be interesting to write about, and so I did. I want to explore a lot of things with this collection, things that I haven't seen explored, so I think this will be a good experiment of sorts.
See you next chapter!