Okay, I know this is going to be different, BUT IT'S ALL TAMA'S FAULT! She read me this thing she wrote and it gave me a lot of idea's.

No, again, I don't own KH or any of the characters... Square Soft and Disney does.

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Pretty white jacket

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Sora sat wide-eyed in the large, white-padded room, rocking back and fourth slightly. He had recently turned 16, and he had spent his birthday in the room he was currently in. Forgotten, rejected, alone. Not even the pretty ladies in white came to see him. Well, only the mean one that gave him that needle to calm him down. But she didn't talk to him. She only told him to shut up or sit down. Sora didn't like her...

It was about noon; time for Sora's once-a-week walk outside. Outside to the real world, with the nature, and the tree's and the pretty birds... One of the pretty ladies in white walked in and helped Sora up, leading him out of his soft, soft room and into the world of pain and accidents. For some reason, Sora's memory would dissapear every time he was inside that room. But, when he came out, everything was clear. He had proper air in the outside after all, not artificial air like in his room. And everything was so interesting, not white and... blaw. There were actual colors. Green's, red's blue's...

Sora had a special friend. That special friend was waiting for him outside every week. Sora liked talking to his friend, because that friend was the only one who would listen to Sora, and actually believe him at the same time.

A bright smile appeared on the boy's face as he spotted his silver-haired friend sitting on one of the benches outside. The pretty lady in white took off the straps on Sora's jacket, allowing him to roam free between the gates of his home, and the outside. Sora took off just as the last strap was unbottoned, the lady in white grabbing ahold of his loose jacket as he ran, it sliding softly off his arms. He cheered to himself as he shortly arrived at the bench, smiling widely and sitting in front of his friend.

He placed both hands on the table, just as the pretty lady in white had told him to do. His friend returned the smile, chuckling slightly in reply. "Hey Sora," He said, brushing a few strands of silver hair out of his face. "How're you today?"

"Good, now that I can come outside." He said with a nod, continuing his bright smile. "What about you, Riku?" He asked politely, trying really hard to hold himself back from the great big hug he wanted to give his friend. He wasn't allowed to even touch his friend's hand, it was the pretty ladie's in white that made that rule. But, at least he got to talk to his friend.

"I'm fine," Riku replied, giving a small thumbs up. "I took a shower this morning so I wouldn't smell like those flowers that your allergic to. I sold a few yesterday." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

Sora couldn't resist. He giggled slightly, leaning forward and taking a short wiff of his hair. The pretty lady in white took a few steps forward, but Sora pulled back, indicating that his hands hadn't left the table. He turned back to his friends smiling, closing his eyes to enjoy the scent that remained in his nostrils. "You smell good, Riku."

Riku grinned. "Hey, thanks Sora." He leaned forward, making eye contact with Sora. "So, anything for me today?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.

Sora blinked, giving a slight nod, his happy expression going blank. "Mhmm. I... I remembered what happened again."

Riku's eyes widened a little. "Really?"

Sora nodded. "Yeah. I don't remember a lot, but at first I did. That mean needle lady wouldn't let me write it down... I'm sorry Riku." He frowned, looking down at his hands.

Riku frowned as well. Not because Sora couldn't remember, but because of the way he was treated in this place. "It's okay Sora," He said, placing his hands gently over Sora's. "Tell me as much as you can, okay?"

Sora glanced back up at him, nodding and sitting up. "Well, okay..."

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Will continue more if you like it.