1. If you are looking for boy-to-boy action, get out.
2. If you are a hornball looking for something stimulating to read, get out.
3. I'm harrible at this, it's my first attempt. Feedback, regardless of approval or disapproval, is much appreciated.
I guess you could call this "my version" of kingdom hearts 3, since it picks up where DreamDropDistance left off, but I feel kind of reluctant to call it that because I've seen how often the idea is reused, and how casually they are dismissed as a result nowadays. For the time being, think not of this story as kingdom hearts 3, but something much more different.
p.s. the sora/kairi and romance tags were simply to gain publicity. I'm a attention-craving douche-bag, muahahaha.
(they WILL come out though.)
Sadness.
She felt sadness.
It wasn't bad, though. It was cathartic. Like seeing a loved one off after a happy reunion.
She reached up and touched a gloved hand to the rusting black gate-
When had she put gloves on?
When had she come to this place?
She knew this place. It was...
what was it?
She was on the edge of remembering.
Focus, focus. Remember. What did I forget?
But the more she tried to grasp it, the cloudier it became, like a dream dwindling away, running into the maze of her memories, until it finally completely disappeared, leaving her perplexed, and for some reason, shattered.
There she was, aimless, meaningless, in a grassy clearing in front of a tall spiked gate guarding an ancient mansion, standing under a perpetual, looming, lusty gold-and-crimson cloudy sky.
And she kept standing there, not knowing who she was, uncertain of what to do, not even sure if she had been stripped of purpose or had had no purpose to begin with.
Remember, remember. What did I forget? What did I lose?
She gazed at the mansion's aged architecture, and her eye stopped.
A pale girl stood in one of the mansion's grimy windows.
No, there wasn't. There was only darkness beyond the pane.
But that only bothered her more, because the girl should have been there, and...
She gasped and staggered on unfamiliar feet, bringing up an unfamiliar hand to her unfamiliar forehead to steady herself. It was all starting to rush back in a torrent. The thing she had tried to remember.
But this was too strong, it was all too much at once, and before long she screamed out loud in her unfamiliar voice, pleading for it to stop, but the torrent of memories was relentless.
She saw through a mirror a blond-haired boy with an uncertain expression. She saw islands being swallowed up in blighted darkness. She remembered reaching out to a girl across a gaping chasm, screaming her name, promising that she would find her one day.
She felt anguish, kneeling in a sunset-bathed station plaza, tears in her eyes, as she held... herself? in her arms, watching her fade away into the sky.
Too many memories. She was going to burst. Her mind fought through a flood of faces, worlds and emotions in a wild panic, terrified that she would drown in the torrent.
And in her hazed fear, she felt a solid name and seized it, clutching at it for her life lest she be swept away into the sea of memories. The name seemed to connect with everything, make all the sensations come together like puzzle pieces, like a key fitting into a lock of memories.
Funny how a few simple letters could make everything so cohesive.
One simple name.
Sora.
whaddaya think?