Hi guys. I had serious writers block and I can't think lately due to alot of stuff. I thought of how my lifes going and this kinda came to mind and Sora fit in this situation perfectly. So yeah

It's really just a narration but yeah. R's and R's would be stupendous! :P

"Sora." The cerulean haired girl murmured on the beach with a man clouded in black sitting on a large rock just 2-3 ft away, wiping a tear from her face as she voiced his name smiling.

"Terra?" A sandy blonde opened his eyes immediately drawn to his samurai looking friend with a small smile. He smiled back at him at looked to the stars. They both in unison called "Sora."

Three friends sat atop a building on the ledge in the comfort of the setting sun's rays all adorned in black robes and all wearing different styled boots, each eating an Ice cream at their own pace in a beautiful silence first the ebony haired girl looked up at the entrancing sunset then the dirty blonde and finally the spiked fire head. In harmony "Sora."

"Sora!" The girl with flaxen hair had just finished a drawing on her sketch pad and stared with big blue eye in content, it was of a boy in predominantly black clothes and chestnut hair not much else was noticeable as he had his back turned to look out at the nothingness on the sketch pad.

He was needed by all they all wanted his attention, his protection and most of all his innocence. He would never allow his friends to be sad for long he would not permit droplets to gleam on faces nor dampen the ground around them.

But did his "friend's" really know what he was going through? He was chosen for this, he did not originally want to be a saviour of all see that was the thing he wanted to choose what he would do. Grow up with his three best friends and live on Destiny Island forever without worrying about luxurious things or the outside world even.

But no this young teen who wore comically large golden shoes with a dark black at the tips of them and blue straps creating a diamond on the side, black and red clothes yellow, blue and white straps pulled areas around to make it more comfortable sometimes.

He would always be called off for duty

"Sora we need help urgently, Heartless and Nobody are fighting in Radiant Garden's we do not know how they got their but we are in dire need of help."

He got letters from all over the worlds through King Mickey, he would get the original message through the stars then relay the message to Sora by caveman means using a message in a bottle.

Sora didn't mind on the surface, but how did he really feel? He could never show his friends this side of him that he only appear infront of the moon and waves. No one saw him throw the keyblade at the waves as if a stick that would either float away forever sink to who-knows-where.

But every time the keybalde went out of sight it would appear in his hand immediately as if saying 'This is your fate. You must accept it.'

How long could the boy hold out? How long will he be able to smile carelessly as his years go by him and his friends grow weary of his constant intangibility? He was only with them for 1/10 of the year.

How long could he keep his facade up without breaking inside?

How did you like it? It's obviously kinda bassed of the secret ending in KH BBS, but the order of characters is reversed cause i thought i'd be cool like that.

Sorry if there's another fic exactly like this but I usually on read Paired fics :P

Love to any that R and R