Hmmm. I should stop making promises about being finished with anything related to KH.

But hey, you guys all left such nice reviews! Augh, I was blushing and screaming. Figured I should post my last headcanon, from Sora's perspective.

Sora walked purposefully where his news friends, Sulley and Mike, had pointed him. "Straight down this hall, Scare Floor F, it's green," they had told him.

This world reminded him of Halloween Town. Even though it wasn't celebrating the holiday, the inhabitants seemed to enjoy scaring, and all the monsters had cool forms. Of course, this world had its own reasons for scaring people as well, since they apparently used screams as fuel.

Sora wasn't sure what he thought of that yet, but Sulley and Mike were kind, even to Boo, the little girl that had wandered into this world from her own. Their actions told Sora all he needed to know, so he looked for the proper room while the others went to secure the keycard and clear out the wandering heartless.

The proper scare floor was easy to find, an emblazoned letter 'F' right next to the entryway. The floor itself was spacious, with a vaulted ceiling and large windows that let in light. Sora slowly entered the room, looking around for any enemies.

As though waiting for his thoughts, several heartless spawned around him, some variants of the world, as well as several soldier heartless. Sora summoned his keyblade and got to work. He almost danced around the battlefield, using the environment as well as the heartless to keep his momentum going. Soon enough, they were all cleared out.

After doing another look around, Sora let his keyblade disappear, vanishing in a burst of light. The room was echoingly quiet. Where were Donald and Goofy? They should have finished by now. Maybe the heartless were more numerous than they expected? Before he could go join them, he noticed the sound of footsteps separate from his own.

Immediately he paused, looking around silently for the owner, his time spent travelling the worlds giving him a sense for when things were... off. However, almost as soon as he stopped, the other footsteps did, too. The small echos made it sound like they were wearing shoes. None of his friends were.

Sora was going to call out to the mystery person when a loud clang stole his attention. Whipping his head towards the sound, he saw a yellow canister rolling towards him. Hadn't Mike mentioned these?

"-And if you see any yellow canisters, don't touch them. Got it? That's where the screams are."

Hm. If these were so important, why was one just out in the open-?

"I need the half of me..." The sudden voice startled Sora, gasping as he automatically turned to face whoever had shown up. His eyes widened at the sight of a masked boy in an organization coat, still speaking. "...That sleeps on inside of your heart."

Though he knew he should be worried about the dark keyblade (keyblade?!) leveled at him, those feelings were pushed aside by a strange, burning tugging in his heart.

Sora gasped before exclaiming, "Vanitas!" Wait. Who was Vanitas? Sora made some confused sounds, trying to identify the feelings of recognition, loathing and... fear (guilt?) that were pouring from his heart. He had never met this member of Organization XIII, he was sure. Then again, he'd also thought that of Marluxia.

A soft laugh of "Ventus" from the masked boy stopped his thoughts. The boy-Vanitas?-lowered his keyblade and began to walk forward instead. Sora tensed, unsure what to make of it all.

"What a strange place to slither off to..." Vanitas said, reaching out with his free hand. Sora's heart was pounding, a painful, anxious rhythm in his chest.

"You little piece of my heart."

Regardless of his current feelings and how strange they were, Sora knew he didn't want this cloak-wearing boy any closer. He felt his jaw clench as he backhanded the gloved hand away from his heart. Even without that appendage there, the boy was still standing far too close.

"What do you want?" Sora demanded. "Who are you?"

He wanted to back away, but his feet felt numb, his gaze unable to leave his own reflection in the mask. The boy behind it was quiet for only a few, tense moments.

"Don't play stupid with me, Ventus, no matter how good you are at it."

Sora felt a righteous indignation at the comment, even though he knew, logically, it shouldn't have meant anything to him. "The name's Sora!" he corrected, slicing his hand through the air. The boy did not move back. Instead, he laughed, his head tilting to the ceiling.

"Are you really that clueless?" Again, Sora bristled.

"Are you really with the Organization?" Surprisingly, the boy did not respond to Sora's tone, instead shaking for a moment like he was still laughing.

"Is this what's bothering you?" The boy gestured to his black cloak. "It doesn't change anything, Ventus. You know who I am."

"Yeah?" Sora scowled. If he did, it wouldn't be half as confusing. Yet feelings twisted in his heart. Was this anything like the situation with Marluxia? The boy could be another member he had forgotten.

"Then why are you wearing that mask?" The burning in his heart grew. Sora thought he could almost feel it with his hand. "Too scared to show me your face?"

The silence was stifling. Sora stared at his reflection in the mask, thinking. This was a mistake. A gloved hand moved to block part of his reflection; the action stopped Sora from summoning his keyblade. The boy, was he going to show his face? Sora watched intently, a fluttering in his stomach sharply contrasting the harsh beating of his heart.

A scream startled Sora. He had only a moment to realize the boy had lept at him, keyblade raised to attack. A thousand thoughts went through Sora's head, surprise, fury, despair, but it was his acceptance that allowed him to move slightly to the side. Avoiding the blade edge, Sora was still knocked back, and he felt the bruising beneath his skin, but he avoided most of the damage. He righted himself, feeling the ground beneath his toes, and pulled at his core muscles to keep himself upright as he slid to a stop.

What happened? Sora supposed he shouldn't have been surprised-the boy was an Organization member, cloak and all-but he had felt... something. That's what was throwing him off. It really wasn't like Marluxia at all. The idea of fighting this masked boy was-

Another leaping attack from the boy-Vanitas, his heart supplied-cut off his thoughts as Sora instinctively summoned his own keyblade and blocked. Over the crashing and scraping of the locked blades, Sora heard desperate laughter.

"Yes, fight me Ventus!" Vanitas crowed. Sora felt the boy's keyblade bearing down on him. He felt an indignant heat spread through him, yet at the same time, he felt cold familiarity.

Using a burst of strength, he managed to push Vanitas away. "No!" he yelled.

The masked boy was in a ready position, and Sora's heart gave a small flip as he realized it was the same style Riku used. His mouth went to form the words 'I'm Sora!' or perhaps, 'Tell me who Ventus is!'

Instead, what came out was, "I won't fight you!"

Sora felt his brow crinkle. Why had he said that? He was prepared to fight any member of Organization XIII. It was part of his quest. So why did he feel terrified at the idea? The boy, Vanitas, there was something different about him.

When Vanitas charged again, Sora had to concentrate, forcing his body through the fear to meet each strike. Even when he found openings, his arms felt too heavy to strike back at the Organization member.

Suddenly, Vanitas broke off the attack. Sora might have found relief in that if the boy didn't then dive into a puddle of darkness. Sora braced himself as the dark being sped towards him. Heartless had some similar attacks; He was sure he could use that to his advantage and get some hits in on Vanitas. As the darkness boiled under him though, he was hit with a wave of panic. His shaking legs were barely able to push him out of the way of the attack. Sora felt dark tendrils lash at him before his roll took him out of range.

He came to a stop and whirled around, raising his keyblade in case Vanitas had continued his attack. He hadn't. Instead, the masked boy lowered his keyblade, making a sound of disapproval.

"Still pathetic I see, Ventus." Sora was getting sick of hearing that. Being a member of the Organization must mean calling your enemies the wrong name. Before he could say so, Vanitas continued, "Do you think you can stop Sora?"

A tingling feeling started at his heart and spread down his limbs. His own image looked back at him in confusion. Vanitas... was calling him Sora? But he also used Ventus. That couldn't be right. The only other within him was Roxas, his nobody. Sora's heart was telling him he was wrong, wrong, wrong, but he didn't know why. What did Vanitas know that he didn't?

Hesitantly, Sora asked, "What do you mean?"

The echoes of battle had long faded away, leaving Sora with only his breathing in his ears. The boy was unmoving for several moments, causing Sora to adjust his grip on his keyblade several times. He was startled by sudden laughter from the masked boy; Sora's instinctual reaction had him readying for an attack, though it only made Vanitas tilt his head as he laughed louder. It wasn't a happy thing, so despite how different it was from the chilling smirks of Xehanort's selves, Sora knew Vanitas was looking down on him.

The masked boy's amused tone remained in his next words.

"How many worlds have you been to now? How often have you met with my master? And yet you still don't know?" Sora would have been insulted by the resulting laughter-at his expense, no less-but he was still thinking about one of Vanitas' questions.

"Your master...?" he muttered to himself. There was only one person he had clashed with, over and over, in several guises. The man who had started the whole plot. Sora straightened up, keyblade pointed at the ground.

"You mean Xehanort?" he demanded.

That got Vanitas to answer, though he waved his free hand around sarcastically as he did. "Someone's been paying attention." Sora felt his annoyance rising again. All of his enemies seemed too dramatic, whether they were serious or flippant about it.

"Yes, genius," Vanitas continued, "Hasn't anyone told you about your prisoners yet? Or did you just forget?"

"My... prisoners?" Roxas had joined with him, and he was trying to find a way to save everyone who had been left behind or forgotten. Who was Vanitas talking about? "Start making sense!"

Vanitas sighed and shook his head like a disappointed teacher. "I always knew Ventus was a coward, but to think he wouldn't even tell you he rested in your heart." Sora felt his heart stop as the masked boy pointed at his chest.

That had to be what he was feeling earlier! His heart was trying to tell him about another friend that he had sheltered. So Ventus was in... "My-?" He rested a hand over his heart, trying to understand.

He felt an insistent tugging and looked up to see Vanitas in midair, reaching out for him. Sora barely had time to register this when he heard a grunt and watched something fly through the air to hit the masked boy. As he flew backwards, Sora turned to see his friends standing protectively beside him. Sulley panted, and his arm came down from its outstretched position to hold Boo. The little girl was giggling a little, but stopped when Goofy began speaking.

"Gawrsh, Sora, are you alright?" He placed a hand on Sora's shoulder as he looked his friend over in worry.

"I've never seen that guy around," Mike said. He stared at Vanitas, the boy still kneeling on the ground. "What's with the cloak?"

"Wak! It's them!" Donald shouted, jumping up in his shock. The exclamation must have gotten Vanitas' attention, because his mask turned to face their direction.

Donald glowered and stomped his feet in anger. "Stay away from Sora, you Organization creep!"

Everyone else must have felt the same, since on both sides of Sora, his friends tensed for a fight. "Guys..." He couldn't say anymore, but his heart was swelling.

A huff of frustration drew Sora's attention back to his attacker. With his friends by his side, he no longer felt the unexplained fear. He left his keyblade by his side.

Vanitas stood, moving deliberately, though it didn't hide the sway. "Looks like you get off easy, for now," he drawled. His keyblade disappeared in a swirl of shadows.

Sora felt something in his chest as a dark portal bloomed behind the cloaked boy. Anger and determination, yes. But also... Vanitas retreated cautiously, walking backwards to the portal; He still had the waver in his step. Didn't he have a way to heal?

Sora felt himself step in front of his friends, though he couldn't bring himself to close the distance to the portal. Vanitas hesitated.

"What did you mean about Ventus?" Sora asked. "Who is he?"

Vanitas simply chuckled, his helmet hanging down. "Don't worry, we're not finished yet." Then he was gone, the portal's inky folds evaporating before them.

"And good riddance," Donald muttered. Boo babbled and stuck her tongue out where the dark portal disappeared.

"You can say that again," Mike agreed, "Hope he never comes back. Hey, nice throw Sulley."

"Thanks, Mikey."

Goofy hummed. "Well, if the Organization is here, there must be something they want."

"Besides your friend, Sora?" Mike said, tone dry. Sora was snapped out of his contemplation of Vanitas, laughing sheepishly as he finally dispelled his keyblade.

"We fought 'em off once, and we can do it again!" Donald declared. "No matter what they want."

"Right," Sora agreed. "We can worry about him later. Don't we need to find Boo's door?"

Everyone nodded in agreement, and they began sharing their gathered information. Sora was listening, but a part of his mind was still stuck on Vanitas, and that feeling in his heart. A feeling of familiarity.

Well, I hoped all of you have enjoyed this as much as I have. We have so little to work on from the most recent trailer, but I tried to keep everyone in character. I feel like this is one (perhaps unlikely) possibility for the way things could play out. Plus Mikey and Sulley! Wow, they were so fun to write, even just for a few lines, hehe.

I also hope this better explained why a veteran adventurer like Sora was getting so thoroughly beat by Vanitas without fighting back.

Welp! Let me know what you thought of this one too. I get such a fluttery feeling in my chest every time I get a review. It almost makes me cry to see people enjoying what I've written. Ahhh. Later guys!