title: follow me
world: in the deep jungle (Tarzan)
disclaimer: kingdom hearts © squarenix, tarzan/you'll be in my heart lyrics © disney
Come, stop your crying…it will be all right…
Just take my hand, hold it tight…
I will protect you from all around you…
Sora stopped. His feet crunched a few leaves on the wood as he turned around slowly, looking at the room and the wreckage. There was a feeling about this room—this place—this house—that made him feel uneasy. Remnants of tarps, ripped to shreds, blew in the humid jungle wind. A red tint covered areas of the wood, places where the floor was rotted from years of decaying. Long lines scraped across the walls, dug in deep, carved from panic and horror, from the force of being dragged away. A broken picture frame was crushed on the ground.
The boy in the picture was familiar, and Sora didn't even have to stop for a moment to think who it was.
But, he didn't want to believe it.
The face in the picture was so small, so fragile.
And the wreckage around was so scary.
The room was so cold.
He pulled the picture close to him, hugging it with all his might.
"I'm sorry," he said softly.
To the boy. To himself.
To his mother.
Miles and miles away. Gone. Destroyed. Missing.
Missing him.
Alone.
The room seemed so much smaller.
Soft feet outside caused Sora to jump, and he quickly put the picture back where he found it.
"Sora?"
He wiped his eyes before Tarzan appeared in the doorway.
"Are you all right?" And his voice was kind, his face strong.
Sora felt his eyes sting again as he thought of the boy in the picture.
"Yeah, I'm okay," he said, almost a whisper.
"Jane and the others are in trouble," Tarzan informed him, a worried, angry look on his face. "Follow me!"
And he bounded off, sliding down the tree outside.
Did he know?
Did he see the picture?
Didn't he miss her too?
I will be here, don't you cry…