Sora groaned, completely paralyzed. Opening his mouth, he sent out a call for help, but the only noise that escaped his burning throat was a small squeak.

Afternoon light pierced through the crack in his curtains and he shut his eyes tightly. His head already felt like it was in pieces from a beating Riku gave him when armed with the ultimate keyblade, the light only made it worse. Thankfully his old slingshot was sitting in a pile near his bed and he had shot the lights out with a couple of old pizza crusts. He would get into a lot of trouble for it later, but it was worth not having to get up.

There was a can of Axe in the corner that had been used for ammo during his fight against light that had left enough cologne in the air to choke a person, but Sora only knew this because he had seen it unleash its fury when it had hit the ceiling. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to tell, since he hadn't been able to breath through his nose, or breath at all without an agonizing pain in his chest. For so long he couldn't remember what it was like to breath normally…

It seemed now though that his fight against light had not been a victory, as he was unable to block the sunlight from hitting his face. Fight against light, now that sounded odd. Hadn't he just been on a journey for at least three years protecting light?

So that's how it ended then? Cursing the very thing he had risked his life to protect? Though it seemed the light didn't seem to care that he was dying, which made him feel a little better about turning his back on it. Closing his eyes, he re-lived his three year journey, remembering all the worlds the visited, friends he made, people he fought…

He had fought Xheanort's heartless, his nobody Xemnas, countless yellow eyed heartless and lonely nobodies.

It seemed this was then end, but it didn't matter. He was happy. Riku and The King had been found and were both safely home, Kairi had been rescued, and the worlds taken by the heartless were restored. There wasn't much more he could ask.

He thought of his friends, though certain ones stood out from the others:

Cloud, who he had once fought against in Olympus, but who was now like a brother to him. Leon, whose advice he always took to heart. Donald, his power never ceasing to amaze him. Goofy, who could probably knock a hole in the wall with his shield after all the fighting he had done with it. Riku, who he grew up with and though of as family, and Kairi...

Kairi. Her laugh, her smile, he voice, her enchanting eyes...Suddenly he wasn't happy. He wasn't just content to let death come and claim him, not anymore. He was going to fight! And though he may not win, he would at least be as annoying as possible until he lost and his last moments were up.

Gathering the last of his strength, he summoned Oathkeeper, forcing every last bit of his magic into this last spell, as he hauled himself to his feet, swaying a bit before he righted himself…

"CURE!" That was it, the last of his magic. Had it worked? ...Yes! His head felt whole again, his breath was no longer pained, and he was able to take a deep breath through his nose. But, it returned in seconds, the pain worse than before. Now not only had Riku beat him with the ultimate keyblade, he had forced him to swallow it.

He collapsed on his bed, Oathkeeper disappearing in a burst of light that made him wince. At least he would die here in Destiny Islands, his home. Silently, he bid goodbye to his friends, hoping that somehow they were able to hear him.

"Sora, honey, I'm home!" Sora felt a wave of guilt wash over him as he realized he would be leaving his mother alone, his father had been lost at sea ever since he could remember. He relaxed a bit, he knew Riku would take care of her for him, and it made him feel better about not being as strong as he needed to be. "Sorry I'm late, I stopped by the drugstore and got you some medicine." He heard her explain as she climbed the steps to his room, her soft footsteps marking her progress. Drugs? That wouldn't help him, how could they accomplish what magic couldn't? He was dying, but he supposed, as he was handed two small white pills and a glass of milk, he would take them, perhaps it would help her when he left the worlds, she had tried to save him, but it wasn't enough.

Swallowing whatever had been giving to him, he gulped down the rest of his milk, and watched his mother scurry around his room. "You know Sora, you really should clean your room. One days the creatures of the night will come out from under your junk and attack you."

Let them, they would get beat into oblivion, by Oblivion.

He wasn't sure how much time has passed, but he was pretty sure he would never be able to find anything, seeing how at least half of his floor was visible. As his mother picked up a hairbrush and asked just why he had it (since no amount of brushing would ever be able to tame his spiky hair), he noticed something. His head wasn't in pieces anymore, and he could breath trough his nose painlessly, while his chest no longer felt like Genie was doing a tap-dance on it.

Cautiously, he stood up, the ground wasn't moving anymore. That was good. He decided to risk a step...nothing! Yes! He would live! "You're Awesome mom!" He shouted, completely ecstatic, as he tackled her from behind.

She looked at her son questioningly as he ran off, muttering something about wasting magic on cure. 'Hmm… the fever must have gotten to him worse than usual…' she thought. Maybe she should keep cold medicines in the cabinet, though Sora did tend to over react when he was sick. Well at least he wasn't on his way to set things on fire with Riku...hopefully.