-Yeah it's just the prologue-
The sky had never seemed so beautiful before. After years of hard work, battling heartless and countless nobodies, the Organization and Xemnas, there was finally rest to be had. The worlds were finally at peace, and it seemed the universe realized it. Shooting stars graced the wonderful sight as the moon shone strongly in the distance. The stars twinkled slightly as if they could read the thoughts of the man lying in the pale sand, with the water lapping up at his golden black shoes. Bright blue eyes gazed at the black night in wonder, a small smile on his lips. His spiky brown hair was rustled in the wind as he shifted his position, putting his arms behind his head calmly. Ripped blue jeans and a white baseball shirt with long black sleeves covered his well muscled body, hiding the scars underneath. The man gazed over to his left, searching for his monument. A Keyblade was stuck in the sand beside him, exactly where he had placed it when he had returned to the beach where he grew up. It had remained unmoved for some three years, with the man seeing no reason to disperse it, or touch it for that matter. He let it stand testimony to the feats he had accomplished in his teenage years. It was his most powerful weapon, the Ultima Keyblade. With its winding strands heading to the actual key part of the blade, it was an impressive sight indeed. Looking at it from his resting place on the shoreline, he smiled, remembering the adversity he had overcome to forge the blade. He had killed countless Heartless, picking up the numerous items they dropped on occasion. Even when he had them all, the moogle had made him pay a great deal of munny to have it synthesized.
"Those were the good times," Sora sighed into the wind, speaking to no one in particular. Donald and Goofy had long ago departed with King Mickey for home, leaving him behind with his friends on the island. It had been a peaceful three years, with no need to fight or struggle for life. Even the animals on the island had seemed to realize the power emanating from Sora, and didn't trouble anyone. Yes it was a good life…
Sora scoffed. "Good life huh? Life hasn't been good ever since….," becoming saddened, his thoughts trailed off as he shifted his position back towards the sky. Closing his eyes, he slowly convinced himself that someday, he would fix the predicament he had somehow gotten himself into…
"Four weeks ago"
"Sora, I am so sorry. I never meant for it to end this way, but I just can't stay with you anymore. Things have changed however sudden it may seem. I leave next month."
"But…where are you going?"
"Please, don't make this harder than it already is! You know I love you more than anything, but if I stay, I'll just end up hurting you even more! Please, just leave me alone!"
"Present"
A single tear dropped down his cheek when he recalled the gummi ship taking off not two hours ago. It was the old Kingdom ship, which Donald and Goofy had left behind in exchange for a newer model that had been sent over by Chip and Dale. The keys had been thrown at him, with Donald throwing in an emphatic "Don't be driving it without the autopilot on, and don't scratch the paint." Sora had chuckled that day, but now the ship was gone anyways. She had taken it as she departed for an unknown destination. He hadn't attempted to stop her, figuring she had reasons as much as anyone else did. Sure it broke his heart, but he wasn't soulless. He wanted her to be happy, with or without him in the picture. But no matter how much he told himself that, he wanted to know why. They HAD been going out for a little over two and a half years. And just like that, she broke it off and said she needed to get away. Answers were so scarce in the last few months, with her neglecting his presence. His blood had run cold whenever she turned her back on him, and every time she ran it broke his heart just a little bit more.
Standing from his perch in the soft sand, he dusted himself off and began walking towards the old cave where they had often gone when they were children. Brushing the vines away from the entrance, he squatted on his knees and tried to slip through the small crawlspace inside. It was a bit of a tight squeeze, but he somehow still managed. He was a Keyblade master after all.
Pulling himself on his forearms, he managed to make it into the cave after about two minutes. Standing up and stretching, he cracked his joints as he prepared himself to cast magic. Stretching out his right hand, he closed his eyes and focused. Imagining a burning orb of light, he quietly whispered "Firaga."
A sphere of fire erupted into his hand, blazing and crackling in the dark of the cave. He stared at it for a moment, thinking solemnly to himself, before throwing it towards an old lantern hanging on the stalagmite, exactly where he had placed it all those years ago.
The cave erupted into light, with the lantern igniting from Sora's magic sphere. Shadows flickered on the walls, light dancing around from the lantern. Walking towards a distant corner, he approached a small picture they had drawn back before the ordeal that had shaped them into what they had become…
"Come on you dope! My chin isn't that big!"
"Well Ex-cuuuuuuse me, princess. I thought you were aware that I can't draw to save my life!"
"Yeah I knew, but you could at least put a little bit more effort into it! Look at how good mine is of you? Can't you make it more like that?"
"Oh, so I look like a woman to you, do I?"
"Oh Sora, You didn't notice those curves developing?"
"HEY! That's unnecessarily mean."
"Oh, you know I'm just kidding you lazy bum. We already agreed to get married someday, remember?"
"Yeah I remember. I just don't know why I would marry you if you're going to be so abusive to me."
"Oh whatever. I guess I'll just leave then, you meanie face."
"Wait! I was just kidding too, haha. You know I'll always love you."
"Promise?"
"Now and forever."
The memories flooded his mind while he stared at the picture, reminiscing on the races across the hot beach sand. The mock swordfights with Riku, and she watched from the sidelines cheering him on even though he almost never won. Going to the movies with each other and tossing popcorn into each other's mouths.
"Stop Sora, you're just gonna hurt yourself even more later," he spoke out loud, knowing that if anyone saw him they would assume his insanity.
He sighed and turned his back on the picture, the memories still flashing in his mind. He snapped his fingers to extinguish the flame flickering in the lantern, ducking to get back into the crawlspace.
Emerging on the other side, he once again stretched, walking away from the small cave. Jumping across the small lake in front of it, he snapped his arms out and used his super glide ability to rocket across the landscape, landing near an old shack with a ladder to the upstairs inside it. He always had been impatient, and the super glide ability had always come in handy whenever he didn't want to walk places. Opening the creaking door, he stepped inside, smelling the salty air that invaded even inside the shack. Looping an arm around the old ladder he climbed up, and opened the trapdoor to the roof of the shack. There was a platform indented on a cliff ledge, which in all honesty wasn't exactly hidden. Back when he and his friends had been kids, they had built a large wooden bridge to a small island out a little off of the shore.
They had always been curious when they were young, wanting to explore anything and everything, as small as the island was. He crossed the bridge to the island, where the tall palm trees stood, almost glowing in the moonlight. He slowly touched one, lethargically remembering each slash in the wood from Riku and his many mock fights in the past. One from when Sora had thrown his sword in a boomerang fashion, ending with Riku bending backwards and throwing a hand on the ground, catching his weight and flipping backwards, leaving Sora's wooden sword stuck in the wood. That had not been a fun fight, with Sora struggling to defend against the assault of Riku's blade. Another slash from when Riku had jumped in the air and slashed straight down, with Sora dodge rolling out of the way, leaving a long scar in the bark. The cuts and tears were countless, and brought back many fond memories for the twenty year old.
Gazing to his right, he saw the only tree that seemed untouched, for he and Riku had always been careful not to hit it. A long trunk extended over the ocean, with small star shaped fruit hanging delicately from the branches. He frowned when he saw the fruit remembering that he had shared one of the sacred paopu fruit with her.
"Two Years Ago"
"Sora, I know without a doubt in my heart that I will always love you. I see the future with you, with our kids running around on this little stretch of beach, and waking up to your smiling face every day. I just want to prove it all to you."
"You don't have to prove anything to me. I already know, and I can assure you I feel the same."
"Sora I just want to show it. I want to share it with you."
"I understand. Well, then, what are we waiting for! We have an eternal bond to establish."
"Oh Sora, why must you always be such a goof?"
"I'm your goof."
"Oh so true."
"So do I have to eat it, or are you going to feed it to me?"
"Lazy bum."
"You know you love me."
"More than you know."
"Present"
"Why then? If we shared so much, why did you do this to me?"
Sora's face had become strained with the memories. Tears streaked down his cheeks, too quickly to be wiped away with his hands limp at his sides. Tears dropped silently into the rock of the small islet, forming a small pool of water. Thunder crackled above him as his pain began to manifest in the sky, magic mixing with emotion as he struggled to control himself. His fist bolted out and struck the tree with impressive force, channeling all his sorrow into the strike. The whole thing shook and trembled, bending underneath the strength of the Keyblade Master. The trunk bent and snapped backwards,launching one of the bright yellow fruits towards him.
The paopu fruit landed with a thud in front of him, ending his pained sadness. He slowly bent over and picked it up, staring intently at the sacred fruit from his island. As memories and emotions swirled around in his mind, he began clenching his other fist tightly he held the fruit up to his heart, holding it close. And with that, He determined his fate. Regardless of whether or not anyone was watching he whispered to himself, with a single tear sliding down his cheek,
"Kairi, I will find you. I will find you and I will get the answers you refused to tell me."
Notes will always appear in bold and italics. Not sure how often I'll end up even putting up notes. I'm not sure how I like the prologue, but I promise the story gets good. I have about three chapters completed, and I will release them soon. I'm planning this to be around 25 additional chapters .It's subject to change, depending on how I think it's coming out. tell me what you think! But until then, Hasta La Vista.-Josh
