A/N: So this is the start of a new series that I wanna do that's a bit of an AU. In this AU there Sora has been "norted" and this would be his position as the Thirteenth Vessel in the New Organization XIII. These will be labelled as Vesselfics in the description and I'll usually include a number just for continuity for you guys! Feel free to leave thoughts and comments, I have a lot of ideas but I'd love to hear from you guys! ~Jay-wa
At first the Darkness had been painful, corrosive, cold like ice. But once Sora had let go and stopped fighting, it had become warm, comforting, like a cocoon.
He'd never thought that Darkness would be a comfort. But then again, he'd really never considered the duality of either Light or Dark.
It must've been hours later when he felt a pulling sensation, ripping him from where he was. He tried to fight it, but it was a half-asleep struggle. He just didn't have the strength to resist.
Suddenly he was on a cold, hard floor, curling into a ball to try and bring his warm blanket of Darkness back. This cold was the type of chill that seeped into his bones, stabbed into his flesh. He felt so naked, so vulnerable without his Darkness.
"Kid looks broke. Think you overdid it."
Sora knew that voice. His body responded to it without his mind or heart deciding upon it. He couldn't stop the sneer that consumed his expression as he turned to face the chair where Braig was seated.
Too many memories flooded his mind from his heart at the sight of that face. He felt a twitch seize his body for a moment at the force of those emotions. The one at the forefront was burning anger leftover from before he fell asleep.
"I am not broken," he snapped, glaring as the Freeshooter laughed.
Sora glanced at the empty chair behind him, feeling only a few memories from the fragment controlling most of him. He must have fallen from it when he'd been given the fragment.
Just like the chair, he felt an emptiness in him. Somehow he knew the keyblade wouldn't come to him if he tried to summon it, and the Darkness wouldn't obey him, even with the help of the fragment. There would be no using a corridor to get to the chair-not that he would try, naked as he felt-he would have to walk.
Darkness brushed against his back-icy warm-and he turned, seeing the younger Master Xehanort near him. There was almost no expression on the young master's face, but there was something Sora thought he saw in Xehanort's eyes.
With a distant sort of manner, the young master held out a bundle to his Vessel. Sora accepted it, eyes glancing down at the black leather before looking back up at Xehanort as he slipped on the coat, pulling up the hood. He didn't miss how the young master's fingers brushed against his own, lingering longer than he had expected. Maybe there was a possibility of earning the young master's alliance later.
"Welcome to the Organization, Sora."