Beautiful Things

Author's Note: This is a planned multi-chaptered story, though I doubt it will be updated quickly. Each chapter will have a theme, which will be said in the chapter you want to suggest a theme, review! That'll be fun. xD

This chapter has no theme: it's pretty much background so you're not completely lost. Enjoy, even though it sucks.

Disclaimer: I don't own KH. I wish I owned a DS, though, so I could play 358/2 Days. THAT would make me a happy girl.

Warning: Boy/boy love, if that bothers you: Leave. I'm not warning you about this again. Cursing maybe violence? Hell, I have no idea. I don't have anything past the first theme planned.

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The three Fates never forgot a promise, so when Lachesis began to sing about two beings without hearts that had promised to meet again, they were surprised. Almost a hundred years had passed, and the world had changed so much. The oldest, Atropos, looked down and saw these changes, then looked to her sisters and told them that they must fulfill this promise.

They smiled at this and it was done.

They spun the elder's life thread, and it shone brightly against their palms. They whispered him to life and set him down inside a womb to grow. The youngest being's thread was spun, though it glowed weaker than the other. This puzzled the sisters, and they kept his thread until it began to shine brighter. Two years past, but it did not brighten.

They grew anxious, as the elder was already born and growing bigger each day, but the younger's thread showed no sign of changing. And then Clotho laughed and told them it was connected to another.

And thus, his 'brother' was given a thread, and they both shone brightly against their palms. They set them down inside a womb and waited. It was then that Lachesis admited to creating a thread herself; this thread belonged to one connected to the 'brother'. She whispered to her sisters that he deserved to be happy, just as much as the two that had made their promise to meet again. Clotho had pursed her lips and whispered back that, she believed that giving them a dream, a dream which showed them their past, would prove useful. If they did not know why they were given this second chance, she had argued, how would they be happy?

Atropos, who spoke of things to come, merely frowned.

For when it came time for Riku to have his dream, and when he remembered, he cried.

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Author's Note: -takes a sip of tea-

Let me know, eh? What you think?