SlippingSanity : Okay... Let me say this now because I am sure that I am worrying/pissing off people with all the new stories I'm putting up here. I will not stop the other stories unless I lose complete inspiration so... Um... Please don't be mad at me for the new story!

Disclaimer : I do not own. Kingdom Hearts belongs to Square Enix and to those who contributed to its creation...

Prologue

He followed her out of the crowded mall. Laughing, they both were, as he reached out to grab hold of her skirt but was unable to. She walked side to side, appearing as a dancer on the ice as she evaded the other shoppers and his chubby little grasp. Her blonde hair, long and waves, floated in an invisible air and bounced with each movement she made.

"Hurry up, Sora!" Her laughter was beautiful and light, her hazel eyes sparkling. "You don't want to make your mother wait, do you?"

Sora, a small five year old boy with bouncing brown hair styled into spikes that stuck out in every direction, shook his head. "No!" He truly meant it even though he laughed. "We gotta hurry!" He squealed, finally catching the woman's skirt. "C'mon…uh… What's your name again?" His brown bangs fell into his sight as he tilted his head.

The blonde woman shook her head as she peeled her skirt from Sora's hand and took his hand into her own. "I told you, Sora. I'm a friend of your mother." She explained, the smile not once left her face. "So, I'm a friend."

"A friend?" His bright blue eyes seemed to glow when she said this, his already bright smile becoming almost bright enough to keep the mall well lit. "My friend too?" He bounced up and down when she nodded at him. He loved making new friends! "You'll take me to see mommy and then we'll have a friendship party!" He cheered. "We'll have cake and ice cream and lots o' candy! Okay?"

Laughing, she nodded her head. "That sounds nice, Sora. We'll have to do that when we get back." Raising a finger to her chin as she looked at the exiting glass doors, she frowned in thought. "Sora?" She smiled again, "Can we invite my son? I'm sure he'd love to come."

Sora inhaled excitedly, his eyes widening. "You have a boy? Is he my age? Can I meet him? Can we be friends too? Ca—"

She laughed at his joy, her laughter just as beautiful as her voice. Sora blushed. "Of course, silly. And yes, he's about your age and height."

"What's he look like?"

"Hm… Let's see… He's just as tall as you, has blonde hair just like me, oh, and he has blue eyes."

"Blue? Like yours?" He pointed to her face, but she shook her head slowly in reply.

"No. His eyes are a bright blue, just like yours." She bent down and caressed his tanned face with a soft warm hand. "Yes," she whispered, "just like yours…"

"Really?" Sora did not understand, but he wanted to see so badly the other boy. Not a lot of people had eyes like his. Sure, he had seen other blue eyes but none as bright as his. "I only saw my dad with the same eyes like mine." Sora leaned into the touch and was disappointed when it slipped away. "Um…" She was walking again, this time without the smile she had worn when she approached him in the toy isle and told him his mother had not been feeling well and left. She smiled and laughed, calming him down when he wanted to cry because his mother was sick and he should not have ran away when her back was turned but he 'wanted to look at the toys now' and not later like she had said.

"Don't worry. I'll take you." She smiled and ruffled his hair.

When he hugged her, Sora noticed that she smelt like floral perfume and clean clothes.

"Don't worry about it." Her smile was back and brought Sora's back. Walking outside the crowded mall felt good to the young boy. His hair and knitted scarf blew gently in the fresh cool breeze. He dug the hand that wasn't holding the woman's hand into his jacket pocket and felt the gloves his mother insisted he wear. It was going to rain, she had told him, and if he did not believe her then, then the few sprinkles that were slowly intensifying into rain made him. "Rain?" she looked up to the sky, her free hand outstretched, and palm up catching the falling water.

"Yeah!" Sora smiled. "Mommy told me it would, but—"

Her laughter silenced him. Her eyes were closed, her lips wide as she continued to lead him and laugh. The sweet sound he heard in the mall wasn't there anymore. In its wake was something he had not heard much of before, but in the instances he had heard the sound, he did not like it.

She sounded like one of the bad men in scary pictures. Of a monster in a movie he snuck and watched when his parents had taken a nap.

Sora shivered, the shaking increasing dramatically when she opened her eyes. The sparkle…it was gone. Her eyes were cold and dark and when they stopped in front of a white car with tinted windows, Sora contemplated running away.

"This setting is almost too perfect." Her voice terrifying, rough and callous and full of negative emotions Sora felt with a flinch. His body told him to run from the sound, get far away from the woman and do not look back. He really wanted to, but he had to get back to his mother. She was sick. Even though she said not to leave with if neither she nor his father told him they were picking him up, he just had to leave with the blonde woman. He did not want to be alone in the mall, not again.

"Um, misses Mom's Friend?" Her eyes when she looked at him almost made wet his self. 'Scary'. She was scaring him. "Is something wrong?" He asked even though he wanted to cry. He wanted his mommy. She was soft and nice; she did not look like the woman in front of him did.

The smile she gave him was wrong. He could feel it- her smile was evil. It was turned up on one side of her mouth and gleamed in the wrong light that made her teeth look long and pointed. "Everything wrong will be righted soon enough." Her whisper hurt his ears as though she were yelling.

Her hands, once smooth and soft, became talons that bit into his skin as she shoved him into her car and slammed the door after she crawled in after him.

Sora grunted when he hit something and almost screamed at what he saw when he opened his eyes. The lady- she had become a monster!

When she grabbed at him, he panicked and fought back. He should not have been doing those things, he thought as he kicked at her. Fighting an adult was wrong but he could not stop it. She scared him; the terrified whimpers from the back of his throat spoke. Her eyes were wild. Her hands and sharp nails stung. The way she stared and scratched at him as she yelled bad words about him caused tears down his cheeks.

She had said that everything was perfect, but he knew the truth. When she pulled him against her breasts and tied his hands, feet, and mouth, and when she covered his eyes with a blindfold, Sora knew that nothing was perfect.

Everything had somehow gone so very, very wrong.

In the mall, a woman with dark hair ran franticly throughout. Her dark eyes were wide, her skin pale and damp as she continued to shout out in a trembling voice her son's name.

"Sora! Sora!"

In the parking lot, a white car with tinted windows drove off.