The Assassination of Sora
Chapter 1: The Hitman
"Sora, I love you," spoke the silver-haired boy of Sora's dreams. Sora's hands grasped the older boy's. He went to kiss Riku when he awoke.
"Damn!" Sora shouted in his bed. He knew immediately that it had to have been a dream. It happened so often he was beginning to tell during the dream.
Sora massaged his temple as he thought about Riku. He loved everything about him. His hair, his eyes, his body, everything. He was flawless. He even loved his need to win at everything. Of course, Sora knew his little secret had to remain. As if Riku would be interested in a boy. The girls were all over Riku. Even though he never dated one of them. Maybe he knew they were shallow snobs that only liked him for his... Then again, Sora knew he was jealous. He would not lie to himself.
A flash followed by a loud thunder caused Sora to jump. his head was starting to throb in pain, from stress perhaps.
He stood up from his bed and noticed it was 4 in the morning. Sora looked down at his erected penis. He certainly knew where that came from. He put on a pair of boxers and a T-shirt and walked downstairs. Another loud BANG shook the house as rain finally decided to fall to the ground.
"Enough already!" Sora shouted. He stopped by a window, suddenly feeling a sneeze coming on. He lifted his head back in preperation and released, bringing his head down to his hands. At the precise same time, an arrow pierced the glass without so much as resistance and narrowly avoided the back of Sora's head. The odds of it happening at the same time could of made a grown man cry.
Sora quickly rolled away from the window. The vein in his head quickly syncronized with his now rapidly beating heart. Every throb made the pain worse.
A solid black orb flew through the window and flashed quickly. It did not blind him in any way. What was it's purpose?
As Sora realized someone was attempting to kill him, he raised his hand to bring out his keyblade. Nothing happened. Scared? Not anymore. Sora quickly became angry. This was not an angry Sora had reached before, however. For some reason, this time he was pushed into a world of pissed off he had not even came close to touching.
He eyed the orb that stoped rolling on the floor by the couch. The only explanation for why his keyblade did not show up.
Sora took two steps to try and grab the orb, but the sound of the rest of the window shattering caused him to turn. A man in a crimson robe with a hood (isn't there always a hood) flew through the window horizontally and took another shot at Sora with his bow.
Sora dodge rolled it and charged to the next room. It was the den. he studied and played his computer in this room. Books littered the floor as well as his old guitar he never played. The thing finally had a use.
Sora sprinted over to it, expecting the man to run in, but he did not. he used his time to grab a phone and speed dial Riku.
"Hello-"Riku picked up on the second ring.
"Riku, get your ass over here. Someone is trying to kill me," Sora whispered loud enough for him to hear. he hung up, knowing that even if Riku thought it was a prank, he would check it out.
As Sora dropped the phone the man came through the door firing an arrow. Sora blocked it with the guitar he was holding, then over-hand throwed it at the man. He completed a back bend while grabbing another arrow, placing it on his box. The guitar flew over him and he rose up and fired at Sora who was hauling ass out of the room. The arrow hit the door Sora shut behind him.
He was now in the dining room. he ran to a chair as the door opened. Sora instinctively put the chair up to block another arrow as he ran into the kitchen and shut the door.
"Damn it, Riku. Hurry up," Sora pleaded. He pulled out the arrow from the chair and threw down the chair on the floor. He slyly crouched down by the door.
As soon as it opened, Sora pounced and inserted the arrow into the man's thigh. As he screamed, Sora hopped the counter and pulled open the knife drawer. He grabbed two of the largest knives he could find and prepared himself for what he was doing.
"Think you're clever don't you?" the man's voice crawled through the air. Well, as long as he wanted to talk, Sora intended to get some information.
"Why can't I get my keyblade?" Sora asked before crawling to the end of the counter.
"Because I stole that power for my boss. He is halfway across the island with that orb as we speak. So you are helpless," he spoke with absolute certainty. That explains what took him so long to arrive in the den. He must have handed off the orb, Sora thought.
Sora peeked the corner and saw the man had not moved from the doorway yet. He had removed the arrow and was supporting his body weight on his uninjured leg. Sora went back to the drawers for a spoon and then returned to the corner he was at. He was going to throw the spoon to the otherside of the counter, knowing that the man could not fight the instinct to look towards the sound.
He threw it, the man looked, and Sora charged at the distracted archer. He managed to slice a piece of face with his right hand and the string of his bow with his left.
The man began a series of backward flips onto the dining room table and into the den as Sora followed.
"You think I'm going to lose to a kid?" the cloaked man asked, throwing down his bow and assuming a fighting stance.
WHAM! A lamp connected with the back of the man's head. Riku stood in a confused fashion that sucked all of the anger from Sora and turned it to compassion.
"Holy shit, Sora! You weren't kidding. This crazy asshole was trying to kill you," Riku stated surprised. Sora smiled, finding Riku's blunt comment mildly funny.