I'M REPOSTING ALL OF MY OLD STUFF. SORRY IF IT'S CRAP.


Kairi really can write. She's good and she knows it. She can paint pictures with her words and she always knows how to put her thoughts onto paper. Her vocabulary brims with eloquence and articulacy and she finds a way to keep her mind complex and utterly simple at the same time. Kairi really can write well.

Riku used to make fun of her for it, saying she was just writing fantastical stories about princesses and castles when she was supposed to be doing her math homework. But then he would say he didn't really blame her, though, because who ever liked math anyway? And then Sora would tell Riku to shut up and just because Riku got a D last semester didn't mean everyone hated it. And then Sora would laugh and tell Kairi not to pay any attention to Riku because he was only messing with her anyway.

But wouldn't they be surprised to hear that Kairi's never written a story in her entire life.

It's true. She can write everything from letters to essays to poetry to articles for the school paper to— well, everything. But she's never fancied herself as much of a storyteller. She thinks she hasn't got the imagination or she hasn't got the guts. That's the one thing she leaves up to other people. She's more of a believer than an inventor. She doesn't have the patience to explain her own flight of the imagination. She keeps it to herself, saves it for a rainy day when there's nothing else to do and she's free to stare off into the never-ending horizon and just think about things.

Not that it's raining now, but she supposes some exceptions have to be made. Special circumstances. That's what she's going to call them. After all, what would you call it? Riku is god knows where and Sora's out trying to find him and save the world and everything's so messed up and she doesn't know what she's supposed to do. So here she is, sitting barefoot on the beach of their childhood. The waves wash in every now and again, tickling her feet and then proceeding to send shivers down her spine. She's lonely and the sun is setting and it's starting to get dark.

Nothing is turning out the way it was supposed to.

She can only hope things will turn out okay. She can only hope this is temporary. Sora and Riku have to come home sometime. And it had better be sooner rather than later because she doesn't want to wait forever. But, if that's what it takes, she's willing. Then things can finally go back to the way they were before… before everything. Riku can make fun of her again and Sora can defend her again and they can race on the beach again and then she won't have to walk home from school alone anymore. It'll go back to being perfect and everyone will be happy. Again.

But until that happens, Kairi has decided to write a story. She's never done it before but that's okay because she brought plenty of pens and notebooks in case she makes any mistakes and she's even got a flashlight because she isn't going to leave this spot until everything is the way it should be. She won't stop until she's finished. She won't stop until she knows Riku and Sora are safe. She won't stop until they're home. She won't leave until she can leave with them.

So, she begins. At first she doesn't know what to say, but then the words just start coming.

"Once upon a time there were three. The oldest one was restless and wanted to see the world. The middle one always looked up to the oldest and was the most optimistic person you could ever meet. The youngest was the only girl and she wanted nothing more than what she had. To her, the world was perfect. The three were together every single day. But then everything changed…"

And Kairi's not going to stop writing.