Prologue Where it all began
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Sweet songs whispered inside the minds of small children, said in a rhythmic tone to place them within a trance, no escaping the delicate voice which pours the intoxicating words. Such words were once whispered to the cinnamon haired boy standing lost within the cold named Sora; they once aroused his curiosity and awoke his imagination. He would drag his metallic haired best friend Riku off to a dark corner of the room or an unseen passageway, inventing games to play that resembled the fantastic stories they were told. Sora usually ended up being a villain, perhaps a terrifying green-scaled fire breathing dragon, or maybe a pretty female in distress, long flowing blonde haired wig found within one of their many toy chambers and make-up from their mother's closets. Either way it went, the silver haired boy always got to do something more dangerous, use his trickster mind and slip through the dark, eyeing his prey before rushing out and jabbing his wooden sword at the younger boy, who would shrivel up and pretend to die, dramatically falling in a slow motion speed. They would laugh and laugh for hours afterwards, commenting on one another's acting skills, always best friends. Never separate. Until she came…
"Sora?" whispered the silver haired male, gentle sea foam eyes flickering upon the younger boy's round face, trying to meet their current companion's oceanic blue. The cinnamon haired boy glanced at him silently, halfway paying attention. But it was hard when those eyes refused to reflect what the older boy was thinking.
Sora had never been into girls, but the crimson haired Kairi caught his attention, and soon she was included in their games. Sora stole Riku's position of hero, allowing his best friend to be the dragon. And Riku didn't mind until it became clear what was going on. Game after game, Sora won Kairi's heart and Kairi was stealing him away. Riku became uninterested in the games, always waving his hand and leaving them for an isolated small island on his own, sitting upon the palm tree as he gazed ever so longingly out to the sea. Sora and Kairi got along perfectly fine without Riku; they had the other islanders join in their games. Sora would always try to include his best friend, but the older boy seemed inattentive, drowning in something deeper than just jealousy, something Sora could not place quite yet.
"You know, Sora…I always liked it better when it was the two of us," he confessed, eyes deeply glittering with a hint of anger. But his anger was now lost, it was easy for him to hide, just like all of his other emotions. Lost within the darkness of his soul as he kept the balance even.
Regaining Riku's trust was no easy task, Sora had pushed himself to walk over the man made bridge and force talk between them. Riku's eyes no longer carried their happy shine, in fact nothing was etched inside of them at all. And every time Riku did talk, it was about getting off the island. They had discussed this when they were children, saying how they would explore the world together, just the two of them on the horizon battling pirates. And if Sora ever got into trouble, Riku would be there to save him. But, what if Riku was the one needing help?
"You did?" responded the younger boy, his ocean eyes locking upon the sea foam, smile but a fragile curve on his pink tinged lips. It was almost like he didn't believe it, and if he did he knew it would never be the same. The old times had died, there was nothing left for them.
Kairi learned of their plan, and thinking it was Sora's idea, she fell in love with it. 'We can all go together!' she would say, smiling as Sora grinned stupidly while Riku stood forgotten in the background, arms crossed over his chest with the swirling jealousy growing deeper. It was beginning to consume him, his heart dragging in the sand like his feet when he walked, kicking a shell carelessly as he watched Kairi reach over and brush a strand of cinnamon hair that dared to cross Sora's face, giggling shyly as Sora gained a pink tinge to his face. It became undeniable; while their bond grew stronger, Sora forgot about Riku. And with the building of the raft, thus began Riku's downfall.
"Yeah…It was better then. Just us—together, we never needed her in our games, we only needed each other. How we were inseparable, it was a magnificent bond we shared. Our perfect friendship--but she…Oh, when she came into the picture I was no more than mere back up to you. I was undesired by the one I had promised to protect. You began drifting away, and it was all her fau…"
The day they were to set out storm struck. Sora left to make sure the raft, their hard work, would be alright within the weather. He found Kairi and Riku's boat but never looked into it, rushing off into the distance after spotting a silver and yellow dot within the distance, obviously being no one but Riku. Riku was his best friend, he would know what to do. He always knew what to do. Sora, oblivious to the dark pools forming from the ground behind him, dashed in the distance of his friend, climbing the building and bravely crossing the bridge like it meant nothing. There he stood, Sora's main competition and best friend.
"Don't speak of her like that!" the younger boy snarled, standing up sharply as his arm flailed outwards in frustration. "She was your friend as good as mine! We both cherished her! She was our friend, Riku!" Tears danced in the younger boy's eyes, memories drifting far into his mind. Both embraced the silence, refusing to make eye contact with anything but the ground.
"Where's Kairi? I thought she was with you!" Sora stated, eyes wide in alert as he gazed at his friend. Tangled silver hair fell over his face as he glanced up towards Sora, a distant dream flashing into Sora's mind. Riku turned himself, head slightly raising as he gazed upwards to Sora. "The door has opened…" Riku replied, his voice distant. "What?" Sora questioned, unsure if he had heard correct. Fear was beginning to replace his concern, taking a small step back. "The door has opened, Sora! Now we can go to the outside world!" Riku explained enthusiastically, snapping back into his self, his eyes alight in the joy of freedom. "What are you talking about? We've gotta find Kairi!" Sora cried, once more considering Kairi above all else. The jealousy twisted onto Riku's face, but the older boy chose to ignore Sora's consistency when it came to Kairi. Besides…"Kairi's coming with us! Once we step through, we might not be able to come back. We may never see our parents again. There's no turning back. But this may be our only chance. We can't let fear stop us! I'm not afraid of the darkness!" Riku said, his voice raising as he spoke. Dark clouds formed around their feet, small hands erupting from the black pools, grabbing on to Riku's shoes as he held his hand out for Sora to take. Pure fright erupted into Sora. "Riku…" Sora stated, no louder than those sweet whispered stories he had been told long ago.
"I…I miss her," was all the younger boy could say before his legs gave him, body falling to the ground as his shoulder's slumped, gazing up at Riku pathetically. "Why did she have to go away?"
((This is...my first ever fanfic, really. xD Uhm, review please. Confidence boosters are always loved, as well as complaints so I know what to do better. The story will be written much different from this (meaning a hell of a lot more detail), but since we all need to recall the wonderful feeling that the first game gave us, I threw this in. Pointless, really. It just helps you realize how Kairi took Sora away from Riku, and how much Riku didn't like that. But--oh well. I personally don't dislike Kairi, but to get my story where I want, I must make her seem--eh...evil.))