PFQ: Sorry I took so long
Ryema: Yes we know we can't spell our was out of a paper bag, so go easy on us
Tryema: Warning! this chapter is confusing We don't own Kingdom Hearts
Sora opened his eyes, light flooded in from the window to his right. He sat up and looked around. It was a simple room, a small bed, a small book-shelf. Then he remembered why he was here…
"Your friends are looking for you; this world is far from your world," Riana reminded Sora, in the alley that reminded him of Traverse Town. "Not to mechun the Heartless, there are plenty to kill, I got to go Sora, Lots to do,"a portal of darkness engulfed her, leavening Sora alone. He walked on the street, and began fighting the Heartless…
Sora's thoughts were interrupted by knocking.
"Excuses me sir, may I come in?" it was coming from behind the door.
"Come on in," Sora replied, a bit startled, a small girl with red hair and jade green eyes opened the door.
"Emerald wanted to know if you wanted dinner," she asked timidly, she looked about 5, her eyes hinted with fear that 5 year old shouldn't have. She was wearing a pale lime green dress, with green sandals to mach and a small gold locket with a sliver crown on it.
"OK, show me the way," Sora said with a smile. She giggled, then she took his hand and pulled him down the stairs and got him to the kitchen.
"One second," she said with a smile, after a few crashes and a few murmurs Sora decided to enter the chaotic kitchen. It was a mess, like someone put a tomato soup bomb in the room, 4 of the girls were head to toe in the red sauce. Despite the mess, Soracould see it was a fairly normal kitchen. Then he nodist that 3 of the girls had keyblades pointed at him. One was a big treble clef, another was Oathkeeper, the last held Oblivion, but then the tallest of them spoke.
"Settle down! Phoenix says he's clean, unlike us…" she had calming voice that seemed to ease the tension.
"How do we know for sure?" the girl with Oblivion retorted, "He could be anther Heartless in hiding here!"
"One sec," tallest told the girl with Oblivion, whispered a cleaning spell, reviling every thing in the kitchen reveling green wall paper, the tallest was a dark brunet with lime green eyes she was wearing black jeans and short sleeved white blouse under a black sweeter vest with a sliver pentacle on the back, the one with the music keyblade was clad in a bright hot pink sun dress with a floral print, her hair was flowing down her back a sand-dune blond color, that matched her chestnut eyes, she hid her amusement with a smirk as she recalled her keyblade, the girl with Oathkeeper did the same, she was wearing a white t-shirt with a sliver swirl heart and blue jeans her gray eyes nervously twirling her short light brown hair with her finger, the last was in a long black skirt and a black wind breaker with two small sliver wings on the front right side, she had black hair and dull cobalt eyes. "Here I'll show you myself," she took a dagger out of her belt, and moved toward Sora who had watched the spectacle with interest. He could almost feel Ultima Weapon in his hands. She put the dagger against his neck and everyone gathered round
'Well, this is interesting; apparently that dagger doses something…' Sora thought as they watched patently for some thing to happen. Then the tallest gasped for air like she had been under water the whole time.
"Phoenix, take Sora up stairs and show him his new room, Neha, some water please?" the little red head and the light brunet nodded, and they did so, Sora and Phoenix disappearing behind the kitchen door, Neha going to get a cup. "Symphony, Nyx, you must not tell Sora or Phoenix what I'm about to tell you, this goes for you too Neha." She told the girl at the sink. Symphony nodded, but Nyx flipped her hair and asked,
"Why not Phoenix, Emerald?" she questioned.
"Because it will scare her, now will you listen to me?" Emerald asked politely. They nodded. "I looked in to my dagger as always, and I saw a lot of hard ship and battles, but when I got to the end, I saw something terrible that no person should plan for them self…" she trailed of looking troubled.
"Well?" they asked with anticipation.
"He planed his own death."