Note: This is pretty much just a short collection of short chapters recording the events and reactions of our trio's triumphant return.
*Avissa and Calyx are the names I've chosen to call Sora's parents.
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"It's like a... a job," he says, turning his hands up. He looks away from her and to his side, keyblade lying beside him against the couch. Every once in a while her burning eyes just stop and glare at it, as though it were made of everything she truly and firmly believed to be evil. The fact that, conversely, it's pretty much an instrument of light is a conveniently discarded detail.
"A job?" she says, disbelief in her voice. Sora cringes. "Do you hear that, Calyx? A job. A job."
"Dear," Calyx says hesitantly, looking from mother to son. "Perhaps we should–"
"A job?" cries Avissa. "He hasn't even finished the ninth grade!"
"Mom, c'mon. I–"
With that, she lunges for the hunk of mystical metal. It reminds Sora of the many video games she's ripped from his gaming system mid-play, punishment gleaming in the blue of her eyes. This time, however, she means real harm. The keyblade blinks in and out from existent, coming to rest in Sora's left hand. Avissa blinks, astonished.
"It, it," she says wonderingly and stops. She stares intently at the Kingdom Key resting in Sora's clenched hand, eyebrows knitting together.
She says, childhood fascination brimming: "What else does it do?"
That is quite really the end of that.