A/N: Sorry it took so long, I've been busy. But here it is! Please check out my other KH stories like "A New World," and "Another Organization?". Thanks, I'll be working on chapter two of "A New World," next! Enjoy the chapter, sorry if it's short! Review, follow, and favorite, if it's interesting enough!
Reaping Day: The Train
It's been a couple hours on this train to Disney Castle to meet my evil, grinning fate of hell. Oops, typo, I meant "The Heartless Games." Whatever, it might as well be called hell, right? Close enough…
I've been locked up in my room this entire time. I'm just annoyed, and I feel that I need to be alone. I'll go out there later, maybe, when I'm hungry, perhaps. I can just get a bit to eat, get a bit of advice from my mentors, and slide back into this cozy corner of my bed. But for now, screw it. I'm not going out there.
Or maybe I'm just depressed about what Kairi said, right now I really don't know. Nor do I care..
A huge banging strikes against my door, and I just explode.. Maybe the current monster that I possess called "My Emotions," involves some anger and anxiety too.
"What do you want?" I yell, my face drowning in how much I'm blushing. I'm suddenly pissed off in a way I've never been before; I feel pissed off based on how betrayed I feel.
I look down, feeling a little bad, and embarrassed, too. Sometimes I wish that emotions wasn't an issue that had to occur during this time of my life. It's so hideously monstrous..
What if that was our mentors? Ugh, you know what? Why does it matter whether it was them or not? It really doesn't.. or at least it shouldn't…
"It's me, Sora," A sad voice from the other side of the door.
"Get away from me, Sora," I yell back.
"Riku, I just-"
"Go!"
"I just need to talk to you. Please," Sora pleads with me.
"Fine," I say in indifference to the little brunette as he asks me to open the door.
I, unwillingly, stand up and open the door. "Sora, what do you want?" I ask.
"Riku- Are you.. Okay?" Sora asks as I remember that I was crying during that brief time of sorrow.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Come in, I guess. Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back." I go and snatch a tissue from my bedside table, go into the bathroom and soak it in the sink, and wash away the tear stains in the mirror.
Once all signs of despair have been terminated, I smile. Although it's fake, it doesn't look like it, to me anyway.
I walk out to Sora with the smile still attached. "Hey, Sora. Sorry… I just-"
"Riku," Sora says. "We both know your faking it. You yelled at me." He pauses, and looks off. I stop smiling. "I'm sorry I did this, I just, I think I'll leave.."
"No, Sora, I'm sorry. What are you talking about, you're sorry? I'm the one who should be apologizing for all of this.." I tell him.
"Riku.." is all Sora says. He looks me in the eyes sadly. He hugs me, and I wrap my arms around him, too.
He's so delicate.. I don't think I could ever kill Sora. Even though he can be of the top annoying, I still don't think I could.
Then, an avox comes in and ushers me and Sora out of my room and into the dining room.
And that's when I see my dad.
