collection of throwaway scenes. I figured instead of just giving you one three paragraph scene, I'd gather up all the shorter throwaway scenes and throw them together in one chapter. If you WANT, for the purpose of easier finding (say when you want to read one of these for laughs) I will split them up into separate chapters.


Can't Sleep

~in an EARLY draft, I had planned that Sora and Riku would just travel the worlds. I never expected the Rebellion to be so important…

Sora couldn't sleep. He lay, curled up on the ground, trying to go to sleep, but it wasn't working. He sighed, and glanced over at Riku, who was sleeping rather peacefully. Of course… HE can sleep just fine. He shook his head. No, I can't be mad at him. And not over something so stupid.

He sighed again, casting another glance Riku's way. I wonder HOW he's sleeping so well though. He hasn't been home in what… three months? More than that? He must be worried sick about Namine… A small bit of anger flashed through him at that, and he quickly pushed it down. I am not angry at Riku! he told himself again.

He groaned, rolling onto his back and staring up at the stars. I want to go home… he thought wistfully. I can't though… not like this… Kairi can't- He groaned again. Oh man, how am I going to explain all this to her? She probably hates me…

Did you just punch the wall?

~don't know why I wrote this. Maybe I'll still use it.

In rage, he punched the wall. White hot pain shot up his arm, and he gasped, biting back a cry of pain, realizing just how stupid that idea had been.

"Did you just… punch the wall?" Sora asked, staring at him in shock.

Riku slowly nodded, cradling his injured hand.

"You alright?" Sora asked.

He nodded again, carefully moving his fingers to make sure they weren't broken. It hurt to move them, but he could move them. That was good. And he wasn't bleeding. Much.

I'm not doing this!

~I wrote this after playing Terra's story, where a similar thing happened to Zack…

"NO!" Sora shouted. "I won't…" he trailed off, and just stayed there, clutching his head.

"Are you okay?" Riku asked, slowly walking over. He knelt down next to Sora and slowly reached out.

"Don't… touch me…" Sora hissed. Riku pulled away, confused. Something was off. Sora then gasped, almost in pain. "Get away!" he warned. "Get away from me!"

Riku quickly complied, backing up a few feet. Sora screamed, and his form flickered once or twice, changing to a dark shadow, then back again. Then there was silence. After a moment, Sora finally pushed himself up. He turned to Riku, eyes filled with terror as he slowly pulled out his blade.

"Sora?" Riku asked. "What are you doing?"

"I- I'm not-" Sora gasped, and then rushed forward. Riku only managed to pull his blade in time to block Sora's.

"Sora!" Riku shouted.

"I'm sorry!" Sora stammered. "I'm not- this isn't me…. I'm not doing this… I'm…" He paused, and then jumped back, ready to strike again. "You've got to help me Riku!" Sora shouted, frantic now. "I can't fight it-"

"I'm not fighting you!" Riku declared, lowering his blade.

Sora raised his, looking scared to death. He had no control over himself. "You're going to have to," he replied.

Riku turned away. He didn't want to do this. Slowly, he raised his blade again.

"Don't hold back…" Sora said, a small smile playing on his lips. He ran forward again.

He watches her go

~funny little story about this one! I had written something that said "he watched her go" and I accidently hit something and it changed the format of the sentence, and that sentence alone sounded so eerie… I wrote this

Sora watched her leave, and tears rolled down his cheeks. "No," he breathed. "No!"

He fell to his knees, shaken. What had he done? Why had he let this go? She was everything to him, and now she was gone. Forever.

All because of his darkness. His darkness rebelling against him, wanting to destroy him.

He fell to his knees, and his head throbbed. His darkness flashed, for a second he was dark, and then he wasn't. "No, no, no" he sobbed. He looked at his reflection, his dark reflection. "Why are you doing this?" he shouted.

His reflection, his darkness, it just laughed.

But he didn't need an answer to know why.

Up till then, she was his one link to sanity. The one thing keeping the darkness down. And now that she was gone—

The darkness was free.

Joseph

~did this actually make it into Dead Inside? I don't remember, and I'm too lazy to look =P I don't THINK it did, I changed a lot before I actually reached this point…

"Who are you?" Namine asked, looking curiously at the boy who was sitting in the corner of the room.

"Miss!" the boy said quickly, standing up. "You're awake! My name's Joseph. I have a message for you, miss, from Riku. He figured that you were unconscious because of your memories, and asked me tell you something, because he couldn't stay. He told me to tell you that you've gotta try and fight them. That, and he said that he thought you had stopped doing this, and thought it was a bit ridiculous, but I don't think he wanted me to tell y- oh… whoops."

Namine chuckled.

Please!

~I wrote this while listening to Ven's theme…

"Please, Sora," Kairi pleaded, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Don't do this. Turn back while you still can."

He stood there, still in Dark Mode, still holding his Keyblade. He stood in front of the Keyhole, that would be completed oh so soon. He turned away from her, shaking his head. "It's too late to turn back," he whispered. "I've come this far. If I go back now…" he clutched his free hand to his heart, and then looked determinedly up at the Keyhole. "I can't go back. I will do this. I have to."

"Sora!" she cried, staring at him in disbelief. She was shocked, angry, confused. She couldn't tell if the tears that rolled down her cheeks were from sadness or anger. She didn't know what was wrong with him. She turned away, and bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears.

"Please! If you can still hear me-" she shouted, hoping to get to that last bit of light that was there in Sora's heart. "Turn back. You don't have to do this. You know that!" She was sobbing now, and her voice barely escaped her tears "Sora, my Sora, come back. Please-" She broke down into sobs and lay crying on the ground, so scared. Sora was gone. The Sora she knew was gone. The boy standing in front of her wasn't Sora, just some pawn of the darkness.

He turned and looked at her, a bit of pity in his eyes. But he didn't run and comfort her, as he would have only a few weeks ago. He turned and walked away, as if he didn't even care.

But some part of him did. The tiny bit of light left in his heart broke down crying too, ashamed of what the rest of him was doing. Ashamed that he had made Kairi this scared. Ashamed that apparently he no longer cared.

She called you a toy. A TOY!

~I had planned this conversation, then it just NEVER fit, so… yeah… maybe something similar to it will happen later. Idk.

"I really don't like Larxene," Namine said.

Riku paused, and frowned. "Where did that come from?" he asked.

"It's been bothering me for a while," Namine replied. "Just, some of the things she did-"

Riku laughed, stopping her. "Does it matter? It's just what happened, nothing more. Why are you worrying about it?"

"She called you a toy, Riku. A toy!"

He slowly scowled. "So?" he asked, trying to remain calm. His voice was rough though.

"How does that not bother you?" Namine asked, turning to him in disbelief.

Riku swallowed. "Like I said, it's what happened, why should I worry about it now?"

"But, Riku- of all things to be called. I've heard Replicas called quite a few harsh things, but- toy!"

Riku shrugged, pushing the matter aside. "I don't care."

"I think you do…" Namine whispered.

He sighed, turning away. "To be honest," he whispered. "I try not to think about it much. But I don't care about what anyone calls me. They can call me whatever they like. 'Fake' or 'puppet' or even 'toy', I don't care. But listen," he slowly grinned. "As soon as someone calls you that, they're dead."

Namine laughed.