CHAPTER ONE ; NEW BORN
[ ana note ; mmkay, this is the first drabble of 3o others – I'm doing this because really during my fanfiction time I have only written for certain characters and it's like blah DIFFERENTNESS. So tadaa.
DISCLAIMAGE ; ALL KINGDOM HEARTS ST00F DOES NOT BELONG TO ME [SILVER MOON DROPLET I DO HOWEVER OWN THE PHRASE SEX GOD WHEN REFERRING TO AXEL. & THIS PLOT.
He was a demon, he had no heart – he was uncontrollable, it's like Sora had been born once again. His senses were raw, he could FEEL and SMELL everything – the sweat on her face, the smell of the beach and sand. The sweet smell of apples from her body spray. The smell of her skin and the smell of her tasty heart – her beautiful heart, the heart that he wanted to rip out of her and feast on. He could hear her heart thump is her chest, the movement behind him – everything, even things outside it was distracting. He could feel everything around him – he was exposed.
He was a best friend, he had a big heart – and bigger feet, he would do anything for Riku and Kairi. He would always come to Kairi's aid when she needed it, and always accepted Riku's challenges taking away his boredom. He was always there to help Wakka read or teach Tidus the best way to take down Riku, or attempt to. He would always help Selphie with her homework, and tell the guys to stop picking on her. He was always there for them, with his cheesy grin and carefree attitude – they could always depend on Sora for anything – he was the best friend anyone could have. He was a hero, he defeated countless heartless with his keyblade – and hundreds more evil doers. He would save the princesses from the heartless, the civilians from the heartless, the good guys from the heartless. Just when he thinks he has a break, he has to save the world – again. Not that he mind, he took on each task with a smile, he was happy to have a purpose – he was happy to save people. He was just afraid for all the people he didn't save. His name was Sora, he was the best of the best – until he died, he didn't have a quiet death – no his death came harsh and painfully. He was ripped apart until there was nothing left, by nothing but a girl – a girl with words. Words that tore him inside and out, until one day he just gave up – he let the heartless devour his heart and nobody could stop them.
"There wasn't even a body," he said and he put the keyblade on top of the grave, he looked at her solemnly. "Just this."
"Then how do you know he's dead, Riku?" she sobbed.
"I don't, for all I know he could be starting his life new."
"Then go FIND him!" she whispered harshly.
"I can't find someone who doesn't want to be found, Kairi, or someone who's dead."
Here lies the keyblade of a great hero – we're thinking of you wherever you are.
- - teh end.
[ ana note ; axel is up next, fall out boy is good with ramen – and leave a review. & also INSPIRED BY ; new born by muse.