Prologue;
The boy who waited.
He had dark brown hair, eyes that matched his name and a tartan blue school uniform... And he was waiting by the beach again. Standing by the shore with his hands in his pockets and looking out to see with an expression not of content but only of concentration as if he were expecting something. The boy took his bag of his shoulders, kelt down and produced a small paper boat with two shells inside it. He gave a small smile to himself. And spoke; " here's to us " he said softly and placed the boat into the water, watching as the tides carried it away.
" every Friday you come here, and bring a paper boat " said a male voice. The boy looked back and forth then finally behind him to see a hooded figure in a coat that reached past their legs, accustomed with a long zip in the centre and accessorised with gloves on their hands. He could not see their face, because a shadow was cast over their eyes from their hood. The boy gasped and looked tense.
" who are you? " he asked in a hostile tone. " I haven't seen someone like you... Since..."
" since? " they asked and folded their arms. The boy did not answer so they took a few paces down the beach until standing parallel to him. They then pulled out their own paper boat, matching his from their pocket. " I'm quite curious though, why do you do that?"
" hey that's not..." The boy stopped talking and looked away. " well, if you're so curious... You should have already heard it by now" he looked out to sea again. " it's almost been a year now... Since my friend was lost at sea. "
" your friend?" They went silent holding one of the shells between their fingers.
"... A boy named Riku, there was a storm and he went to the island over there..." The brunette pointed off the coast to a neighbouring island that looked lonely and out of place. " he never came back " the boy sighed.
" and you bring boats for him every Friday? " they sounded sympathetic.
"... Well, he was my best friend after all " the boy replied.
" what's your name then? " asked the hooded man.
"...I'm Sora, " he answered with a look of interest in his child like eyes.
" Sora? Well, what do you know... A Sora and a Riku. Land and sky... "
They scratched their chin thoughtfully but Sora just watched him feeling more puzzled than ever.
" excuse me? " he said.
" oh it's nothing... I'm just thinking of a story I heard once, of a Sora... And a Riku and... Someone else. A girl named Kairi " the way he spoke her name, was as if he expected some sort of reaction. But Sora just looked at him with bland surprise.
" really? What's the story about?" He inquired and hitched his school bag onto his shoulders firmly.
" oh, it's quite a long story, about animals and beings of other worlds, monsters and heroes..." He began to list, but Sora's eyes brightened and he paused for a moment, in wonder.
" could... You tell me the story? About those three?"
The hooded man went quiet for some time in consideration.
" I suppose, seeing as I have nothing better to do... Besides, it might help you out hearing it..." They sat down on a rock and Sora sat nearby in the sand as they began their tale...