Author's notes: 'Ello there! Happy Easter! Chocolate tastes good. I decided to start this off with a bit of an Easter-themed prologue. I saw a group of kids from the nearby school at the hospital the other day giving out chocolate in the children's ward, and I saw them heading to the mental ward afterwards. If you were one of those kids, I applaud you.

If you read Orgy Mishaps then you might recognize Tara. Sarah's going to show her face up later (aren't you, Rahssie?)

Rejected

"How much chocolate do we have left?"

"Too much."

"No kidding."

"We've just got the mental ward to go to."

"We have to give a lot more out."

The group of five girls looked between the five baskets of chocolate Easter eggs looked at each other as they tried to decide what they were going to do. The baskets were still half full with one ward left.

"What are we going to do with the leftovers?"

"It'll be our lunch." One of the brunette girls joked, setting her basket of chocolate down to pull her hair out of its loose ponytail and retie it, before picking the basket back up. "Let's wait for the nurse and Ms. Miller and decide later."

It wasn't long before the teacher in question and a nurse walked up to the girls and began to lead them down the hall.

"Now remember, girls," the teacher, a woman in her mid-twenties spoke, "these people aren't necessarily mentally challenged."

"Some might have something like depression." The brunette added in. The teacher, Ms. Miller, nodded.


"There's one more, under the tree out there." The nurse pointed out the dinning room's glass sliding door, which opened into the garden. It was lunch time, so everyone was eating.

"I'll go." The American brunette volunteered, and looked at Ms. Miller.

"Go ahead, Tara."

Tara walked out into the garden. The eighteen year old under the tree was facing away from her, his silvery hair tucked into the back of his shirt, as if he was trying to hide its length. His food tray beside him looked untouched.

"Hel…lo?" Tara asked hesitantly. The teenager glanced over at her.

"Konnichiwa." He muttered.

"Konnichiwa." Tara hesitated for a moment. "O'namae wa nan desu ka?"

The teenager hesitated. "Namae wa Kenji desu. Namae wa?"

"Tara desu." Tara smiled. "Glad to know I'm not the only one who can speak Japanese."

"Aye." Kenji nodded.

"Chocolate?" Tara offered some chocolate eggs to him.

"Sure, why not." He shrugged, and she sat the chocolate on the food tray. "You look familiar… did you go to an anime convention lately?"

"Yeah." Tara replied. "Last month. I was bored so I threw on an Organization XIII cloak and played DDR all day."

"Remember that Riku cosplayer?"

Tara seemed to squint for a moment. "That wasn't you, was it?" She exclaimed. Kenji nodded.

"Yeah." His eyes seemed distant, as if remembering a far-off past.

"I've gotta go. Sayoonara."

"Sayoonara." Kenji replied as Tara left and walked back to her group. He picked up one of the eggs she had left, and ate it slowly. Something seemed… odd about Tara, he noticed. Not the accent, either (GEE, THANKS). He shrugged it off as a figment of his imagination.

After he ate some of his lunch and the chocolate, Kenji retreated to his room. It was pretty plain, white walls, grayish white carpet, a window, a television, a bed with white sheets and a dresser. A black leather wristband was sitting on top of the dresser, the purple amethyst in it seeming to almost glow.

"I'm no cosplayer." Kenji muttered, picking up the wristband and staring at the amethyst. "But my past is not one this world should be concerned with outside of their video games." He sighed, and looked at the walkie-talkie device beside the wristband. He picked it up and turned it on, keeping the volume to a point where only he could hear it if it was beside his ear.

"Careful, Sora, try not to fall… idiot! Can you climb back up?"

"I don't think so. I hurt my wrist; twisted it."

"Stay there, I'll get help."

"Well it's not like I can go anywhere except down and to my death."

Kenji pressed the talk button on his walkie-talkie. "Don't die, you two."

There was a pause.

"R-Riku? Riku, is that you? Please Riku… come home... at least for one day… please?"

Kenji turned the radio off and put it away. He lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. He could feel a sense of desperation radiating from one of the connections on his heart. He ignored it. He was feeling sorry enough for himself already; he didn't need Sora's emotions adding onto it. His hair scratched uncomfortably against his back, but he ignored it.

"Sorry, Sora…"


Sora slammed his hand against the ground, and realized he should've used the other hand. He yelped as a sharp pain shot up his arm.

"You okay?" Roxas asked over the radio. Sora picked it up.

"Y-yeah."

"Try not to move too much. That's not a very big ledge."

"No kidding."

Sora was positioned on the side of a large, steep, rocky hill, on a small ledge that was half way up. It was a deadly fall down the hill, and he couldn't get back up onto the path because he had fallen off it and twisted his wrist. He was covered in scratches and bruises as well, since he wasn't wearing his armor.

Sora leaned against the side of the hill. Riku, why are you doing this to us? We need you… He wanted nothing more than for his older brother to come home. He glanced up, and a rope was thrown down to him.

"Tie it around your waist." Roxas called down to him. There were two others with him that Sora couldn't recognize. Using his uninjured hand, Sora managed to tie the rope around him. He activated his armor only up to his right elbow to act as somewhat of a brace for his injured wrist. He gripped the rope with his left hand as the three people on the path above began to pull on it. He used his legs best he could, but there weren't many footholds and he kept slipping.

Once he was finally back on the path, one of the two men that had helped Roxas took a look at Sora's wrist.

"Sprained, possibly. You're going to need a brace for it." He commented. "But, it could have been worse."

"Much worse." Sora agreed, clutching his wrist. He sighed, and Roxas put a hand on his shoulder.

"Sora, he'll come home when he's ready." He then looked at the other two. "Thank you for your help." They nodded. Roxas opened a portal and led Sora through it, before following.

On the other side, Sora retreated straight to his room, leaving Roxas to explain to his father.

"Riku made contact again; told us not to die." He explained.

"Ah…"

"Also, Sora needs a brace for his wrist. He fell and sprained it."

"I'll give Sam a call; she went to the shops not long ago."

After he called Sam, he headed upstairs and into Sora's room. He sat beside the Keyblade Master and wrapped hi s arms around him.

"Riku will come home in his own time, alright? Think of it this way, he's alive, well, and still cares. If he didn't care, he wouldn't tell you to stay alive."

Sora didn't answer; just curled up and buried his face.

"I miss him." Sora finally whispered.

"I miss him, too."