Intimations of love and stories were whispered into his ear and for an instant, all he could see was white. Were they the long beaches he longed to dawdle down slowly, hand in hand with the sweet, subversive dancing-doll atop him? Endless fields of flowers, beautiful and in full-bloom with unpronouncable names but with such clear, poetic meanings, all they would do is lie and laugh and smile together, in each other's arms for as long as life permitted?

Gloved hands were on him now, touching and feeling the most intimate of places and in the back of his childish mind, he noted that this last-night romance would feel so much better if those restrictive black extremities were gone; if everything between them that would at any time hinder them would simply vanish. The rest of those magnificent Heartless, the people taking advantage of him and making him live up to a destiny he did not wish to live up to. Then him an the one in and outside of him could actually...

"A truth of the universe, little boy..." flushed face turned upwards and passion-glazed ceruleanettes locked onto the ceiling, doing their very best to stay open.

"The limit is the sky," and with those labored words, his lover-but-not-quite pressed a brutal, vicious kiss to his already swollen lips. There was no love in the act, no sincerity, no repressed longing to one day share the sweet dream the boy had.

Sora still loved it.