Jesus Christ, what a weird person I was when I was fourteen and pretending to be a boy. Nine years is a long time to keep something sitting there…
Fuck it, let's proceed.
Sora gawked at the new mysterious figure before him. Oathkeeper and Oblivion, the keyblades that represented his two closest friends, were drawn and being held by someone who looked like they knew how to use them.
"So… are you a cosplayer?" Sora asked, easing up. He grabbed at his throat – why did his voice sound so much deeper all of a sudden?
"Congratulations, you've gone through puberty in the span of seconds," said the cloaked guy. His voice sounded like he could be a singer for a boy band – weird connection to make.
"Well, puberty or not, I'm here to save my friends! Stand aside!" Sora took his customary fighting stance; the hooded man chuckled.
"In this Castle, you don't just fight with a sword," he said. "There are certain rules we have to follow."
"Rules? Like what?" Sora asked, trying to hide that his skinny arms were beginning to shake from holding up the Keyblade.
"Here, we fight using these," said the guy as he fanned out a bunch of multi-coloured cards.
The man tossed him a deck of cards; Sora flipped through them, confused.
"Allow me to demonstrate," the dude said, pulling out his own deck. He shuffled them up and then threw one on the ground.
"This is a basic Land card," he said. "Since one of my deck's colours is black, my land is a Swamp. I'll pass my turn now."
"… I don't get it," said Sora. "What's stopping me from just whacking you with my key-shaped club thingy?"
"Well, that would be unsportsmanlike. A goody-two-shoes like you has to follow the rules at all times, right?"
Sora sighed and put the cards in hammerspace. "Listen, I'm gonna go find my friends – I'll leave you to play cards with Axel or something."
Just as Sora made to push past the kid, though, Marluxia appeared between them.
"Sora," he grinned and then turned to the still-robed-guy-whose-identity-you-know-but-I'm-a-bad-writer-and-like-to-keep-jokes-going-long-after-they're-dead, "and Sora Lite. Splendid to have you both in the same room."
"Sora Lite?" Sora repeated. "That's my clone?"
"I HAVE A NAME, AND IT'S NOT SORA LITE," said the guy and he drew his keyblades and leapt at Marluxia – Marluxia warped a few feet away, and the boy crashed at Sora's feet, his hood falling off.
"It's Roxas," he said as he stood, "and I know you stole my tub of sea salt ice cream – the last one ever! The flavour's been discontinued! What the hell, man!"
"So much for sportsmanship," said Sora, dropping back into battle stance. They stared Marluxia down for a moment longer, then nodded at each other and pounced towards him.
It's really hard to write as if I'm fourteen years old again – I was a very different person then, with a very different mind set.
I have no idea if I'll continue this thing, but… hey, this was fun.