Disclaimer: Don't own the characters...and that makes me sad...but the idea for this is mine, and mine alone.
Sorry for such a long wait. I tried a couple of days ago to post up a new chapter, but I just wasn't allowed to do it. (Shrugs) Why? I do not know. But oh well...But fear not! Here is a new chapter for you. Thanks to all the reviewers. You've all been great! I just had to make sure this up coming part was at its best.
Unforeseen
His shoes clanked loudly despite the marble flooring being covered by a thick, red carpet. Sheepishly, he offered an apologetic grin to those he walked past. Each noble man and woman giving him less than understanding looks; their noses turned up toward the sky in a superior fashion. The fabric of his pants brushed against one another, drawing more looks as he continued to make a racket down the expansive hall.
'He said to meet him in the library…' He mentally recalled as he glanced from side to side, burying his hands in each of his pockets as he searched for the door to the library. Both Donald and Goofy disappeared as soon as they landed, each heading off to a different direction, leaving him lost and guideless. He had no clue for how long he was wandering about, but he recalled certain sites and guessed on the rest.
"This must be it." He said to himself, looking up at the massive white double-doors before him. Glancing around, he looked at the other doorways aligning the hallway. Turning back to face the familiar door, he exhaled, extending his right hand to rest on the cold wood before him. He could hear the faint talking within the room, and hesitated. Still, he held his palm flat against the door; still undeceive as to open the door when the door cracked open for him.
"C'mon in Roxas. Make yourself at home." That must have been the Queen. Roxas moved to his left, allowing the Queen to exit the room, her dress ruffling as she walked by. Another form followed the Queen out, looking much like Donald did, except a lot more feminine. He stared at the retreating forms a bit longer before turning to stare at the now opened door. Taking a deep breath, he entered.
When he entered the library room that contained Sora, he immediately became aware of the fact that it was dead silent now. Glancing at the bed, he noticed Kairi sitting by Sora's side, an unreadable expression on her face as she held his limp hand in her own.
"Come in Roxas. We need to talk." Straight to the point as usual. Closing the white double doors behind him, Roxas moved to stand fully in the room.
Donald, Goofy, and Riku stood by the fireplace, just opposite of the King's desk where he currently sat.
"We know so far that Sora has lost his heart, right?" Simultaneous nods.
"So what are we going to do? We can't just sit here." Riku spoke up, folding his arms over his chest, leaning back against the cool stone paneling of the fireplace.
The king stayed quiet, his eyes staring at the Ansem report in front of him.
"But how do we get the heart back your Majesty?" Goofy asked, his gaze on the pale body that lay on the bed.
Mickey stayed silent for a moment before standing up. "I don't know." He confessed.
"But make yourselves at home, I'll stay up all night if I have too to try and come up with an answer."
"Please escort our guests to their rooms." The brooms aligning the walls the room jumped into action, grabbing there given charge and leading them to separate rooms.
"But your majesty! We have our own quarters!" Donald squawked out as the broom's literally swept both him and Goofy to guest chambers.
"Oh, your right." Mickey dismissed the two broom leading Goofy and Donald away with a simple clapping motion.
"Thank you, your Majesty." The two saluted before making their way to their rooms.
Smiling, Mickey watched as the two walked away. Exhaling, he closed his eyes, resting them before opening them to gaze at Kairi who sat motionless on the bed beside Sora.
"Kairi?" Kairi's head shot up, she turned her head to glance at the King who stood at the side of the bed.
"Yes?" The King smiled at her, placing a gloved hand on her slim shoulder.
"We're about to move Sora elsewhere. Would you like to stay with him or would you like your own room?" He already new the answer to that, but it didn't hurt to ask.
"I would like to stay with him." She answered, moving to stand up as the brooms around her moved to pick up Sora.
"Follow them. They'll lead you to your room." She smiled thankfully at the King, leaning down to give him a hug before running off to catch up with the brooms.
The bed shifted slightly as she crawled upon it, its silky sheets crinkling at each move. Slowly, she sat next to the figure, legs tucked up beside her with her feet dangling off the edge of the mattress.
"Hey there, you lazy bum." Kairi whispered, leaning slightly forward to stroke Sora's brown spikes of hair that lay haphazardly on his forehead.
The brooms had since left, their task already completed and more to do around the castle.
She could feel the tears start to well up once again as she looked down from the hair she stroked to his exposed chest, the bandaging newly wrapped by Queen Minnie and Daisy.
"He'll be fine." They assured Kairi before leaving her with Sora.
She didn't want to say it, but she couldn't help but feel like telling him she told him so. She was, after all, always right.
Gently, she laid a kiss on his forehead before running a hand through his soft hair. She traced the outline of his face, biting her bottom lip at the lack of warmth he failed to produce.
She leaned over to grab a blanket that rested at the foot of the bed and pulled it over his still form.
A tear managed to free itself from her watery eyes, leaving a streak as it raced down her cheek before falling off and hitting Sora on the face.
She frowned, whipping off the stray tear from his face. She slowly stroked his pale cheek, trying to focus on anything else but the extensive emotional pain she was feeling.
Shakily, she inhaled. He told her not to cry. He said he hated to see her cry…especially when he was the one who caused it.
Leaning slightly back, Kairi undid her shoelaces before moving to lie on the bed beside him. She moved under the covers to curl up by his side, resting her head on his shoulder, an arm draped over his chest. Tentatively, she maneuvered her hand just under where the major damage was dealt to him, taking care as not to undo the careful wrappings. She snuggled closer to his side, wishing he would respond.
Shutting her eyes, she willed herself not to cry.
Okay, okay. I am desperatly trying, and trying very hard to make these chapters longer, but I just can't seem to do it. I guess its the way I'm breaking them up. But maybe a few chapters from now, they will begin to get longer and more detailed. Just be patient with me. . Thanks.