Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts.
A/N: Hi. I like writing.
EVENING
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prelude: memory
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Either my spark has lost its will or I've lost the will to create a spark.
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Kairi stretched her fingers, hoping in vain they would reach the next keys. She didn't have a pianist s hands - they weren't slender, in fact, they were quite small. (A little too small for Kairi's tastes.) She continued to play the piano despite this slight inconvenience. Hearing the notes float by send a jolt through her as if she was more alive than she had ever been. It was almost like ... like ...
A flash of a blue wayfinder, a key-shaped weapon, and a black cloak went through her mind. Odd.
Those memor - flashes - seemed so distinctly real. Kairi shook her head. It was impossible. There was no such thing as ... as what? Nothing. No monsters. No strange weapons. No wayfinders that made her feel melancholy without reason. Maybe it was her overactive imagination. Her mother always told that. Grandma's stories must have implemented some sense of grandeur into her. She remembered running through the fields of Radiant Garden, pretending to be a hero defeating evil.
Too bad she had no one to share that with.
It was lonely. Even with all the friends she had now. Like it wasn't supposed to be this way.
Sometimes in her dreams she saw a spiky-haired boy with a smile that could light up the whole sky. He was accompanied by a silver-haired man. The two of them laughed and played on their island, always aging as she did. When Kairi awoke from those dreams, she didn't just feel the softness of her sheets, but the wetness from her eyes and an excruciating pain in her chest. It felt like someone was ripping her heart out each time.
She wondered if they ever dreamed of her.
Kairi shook her head again. Dreams meant nothing. They were nothing. What went on in her mind during her slumber wasn't something to go off of. Sure, she woke up crying, but it was the loneliness talking. There was no such thing as whatever those shadow monsters were or armed mice and ducks.
But she was real.
Her life was real and she had no time to think of this any longer. There was no use in being sad.
Kairi resumed her playing.
-x-
Sometimes I feel like I don't belong here. There are these people in my dreams that keep on appearing and I can feel their sadness. It's strange. I ... I try to think of their names, but I can never figure it out. Maybe writing down the poems from when I was a kid will help.
Hopefully.
Dreamer, Believer, Achiever
Can we soar away?
Can we try?
No, they say
Can we claim?
Dreamer, believer, achiever
We know,
But we don't let it show,
Have we lost all hope?
(Kinda dark for a kid, right? Well, I have more.)
The Other Girl
I can see them smiling,
I know they've been hiding
The truth away
Simply because they don't want to say,
That they're committed,
And I admit, I hate their love,
How one fits the other like a glove,
And how I know I'm the villain
(The weirdest one is the last one and please excuse my poem-writing. I was eight.)
They Already Knew
An honest mistake
A hundred, "I love you's"
And a thousand, "I hate you's"
But they learned to take
What they got
As if they would make it
Though they knew in their hearts
That they would break
So here comes the trials
The endless miles
The fights and the pressure
All coming to desperate measures
They tried to rebel
Knowing fully well
Of the little white lies
And the yells and the cries
But they only recalled the good times
The laughs and the cheers
Though they knew the end was near
They tried to dwell on the past
To make it last
But the end was already here
So they shed a few tears
But what they had was real
To seal away in their thoughts
So they smiled like it was the first time
Like it wasn't a crime
Then came the goodbyes
The last one is just strange. I understand, but at the same time, I don't. There are days where I just don't feel like me. Is this the way it's supposed to be? Truly?
I don't know.
- Kairi
The girl looked over her work, having just transcribed it down into her journal.
A flash of light.
"Kairi!"
"Sora!"
It was dark. Too dark for her liking. She could hardly make out her own hands.
A scream.
A collision.
Darkness.
What was going on with her?
"Kairi, remember what you said before?"
It was that voice again. There was something familiar about it, but she couldn't quite pinpoint why.
Wait. Was she floating? She scrambled to feel the floor again.
Sand? Was she floating away from that voice?
"I'm always with you, too."
Tears that shouldn't have been hers fell freely.
"I'll come back to you. I promise!"
"I know you will!"
Was that her voice?
A promise.
Sora. Was that his name?
No, it couldn't be. This was her getting lost in her own thoughts again. Yeah. That's all it was.
That's all she'd let it be because otherwise, what would they be?
Memories? Visions? Her life?
No, her life was here in Radiant Garden. She went to school, hung out with friends, and helped out her grandmother when she had the time. That was her life. All those voices? They were nothing. They had to be.
If she believed, what would happen?
It felt almost like her light was waning.
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Where did that come from?
What did that even mean?