Chapter 1 - The Dream

A/N: I'm happy to post the first part of the project Chibiranmaruchan and I collaborated on! They drew the art, and I wrote the fic. Working with them was a lot of fun, and I'm really happy with what we've created. The first chapter I'm posting today, and the second I will post next Friday. I will also be posting this story to AO3 and tumblr if those are your preferred reading spot(s).

Facing Sora's mother was one of the hardest things Kairi had ever done.

Knocking on the door to Sora's house had required all of her courage as it was. The cheerful welcome sign hanging on it, with its blue letters against a sunny yellow background, was downright mocking. What could she even say? She wasn't welcome here. It was her fault Sora was gone; her fault he—

"Kairi?"

She couldn't even look his mother in the eye. Her throat was dry and all of her carefully planned words fled her mind.

All that came out was, "I'm sorry." Not that any apology could ever make up for what had happened, for the loss of someone so dear to them both.

"Sweetheart, it wasn't your fault."

Her eyes snapped to his mother's. They were just like his, blue as the sky, only clouded with grief. Seeing them was like a punch in the stomach.

"It was," Kairi said. "It's my fault he's dead."

His mother shook her head. "No. Riku told me what happened. It's because of you that he even lived."

Kairi had to choke back a sob at that, and his mother just wrapped her arms around her. She didn't resist. She didn't have the energy to anymore.

"I miss him so much," she said as the tears started to stream down her cheeks anyway.

"I do too."

His mother invited her in after that, for tea and cookies. It actually helped a little, being near things that reminded her of him. Like a part of his soul still lingered on. It helped to tell stories about him, too. To listen to his mother's stories.

"When he came home the night before you two and Riku set off," she said, stirring the sugar and milk into her tea, "I knew something special had happened."

Kairi perked up. "Oh?"

"He couldn't stop smiling. Couldn't focus on anything, especially not his dinner. Just had this big dreamy grin on his face with a faraway look in his eyes as he spilled his rice all over his lap. I figured it had something to do with you."

Kairi smiled a little. "It did." She thought of how he'd looked at her after they'd shared the paopu fruit and felt all warm inside. "He has such a beautiful smile."

"That he does."

They sipped their tea and nibbled on their cookies and kept sharing stories about him. But the shadows outside were growing long now, and Kairi needed to get home for dinner soon.

"Before you go," his mother said, "would you like to see his room?"

Kairi's heart pounded. "Is that… is that okay?"

"Of course. I thought… maybe, if it helps you, you can look at his things."

She nodded. "Okay."

One by one her feet took her up the stairs, each step feeling heavier than the last, till the door to his bedroom was right in front of her.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Maybe it would be better to—

"It's okay. You can go in."

His room hadn't really changed all that much since she'd last been here. The floor was still cluttered with stuff, old toys and clothes and knick-knacks, as he hadn't been home long between his return and his Mark of Mastery exam. But despite that, it was well dusted, and if she didn't know any better, she would expect him to come bursting through the door any second now.

One of his hoodies was strewn across his bed, the red and black one, and she couldn't help herself. She walked over and picked it up, then hesitated and looked back towards his mother for permission.

"Would it be okay… if I borrowed this, for now?"

"Of course. He'd want you to have it."

Kairi nodded and pulled it over her head. It still smelled like him, and wearing it felt like he was giving her a hug.

His mother gave her an understanding look. "I'll be downstairs when you're ready. Take all the time you need."

Kairi couldn't bring herself to sit on his bed, but she did look around his room a little. Resting on his bedside table was a letter – her letter. She picked it up, mouthing the words as she read along. She remembered how her hand had flown across the paper, the words spilling out of her heart as her memories of him had returned.

"Starts with an 'S,'" she murmured as the page in front of her blurred. His expression of pure joy as he ran through the water popped into her head. Would he still have smiled if he knew the fate that awaited him? That only a few months later, he'd be dead because of her?

She set the letter back down. In their final moments together, he'd smiled much like he'd smiled that day, and she had to wipe her eyes. Even the happy memories were bittersweet now. But something told her he wouldn't want her to be sad, and so she did her best to remember the good things.

After returning home, dinner went by in a blur. Her appetite still hadn't recovered, and she could only pick at the delicious food her mother had made, stir fry with pineapples and paopu fruit. The paopu fruit reminded her of Sora, of the cave drawing, of the special moment they'd shared as they'd fed each other the fruit. Not even meals were safe from her memories.

Going to bed was a struggle, too. When she wasn't lying awake for hours on end, thinking about what had happened, she was having nightmares about it instead. A sharp pain in her back as Xehanort struck the killing blow, over and over again. Sora slipping right through her fingers and falling into the abyss. No matter what he did, no matter what she did, they could never reach each other. She always woke up, alone, with tears streaking her cheeks.

But with Sora's hoodie on, things felt a little better. She felt a little closer to him. She sent Riku a quick text, then Xion and Naminé, before putting her Gummiphone back on the bedside table.

Maybe tonight she'd finally be able to sleep.

Neon lights, flashing colors. An enormous city with skyscrapers pointing towards the moon, trying to reach the heavens but getting pulled back down to earth. Water on the ground in puddles as raindrops splashed into them, disturbing the surface of the water, reflecting the surroundings like a mirror.

Kairi had never seen this place before. It wasn't The World That Never Was – the buildings didn't match. This was somewhere new, somewhere different.

White paint on the ground. Lots of lines running across the street. Big billboards running dozens of different ads at the same time. Cars with bright lights, too bright in the dark. The sky a strange shade of purple with ominous black clouds. A big white tower with the numbers 104 in neon red letters.

She glanced at one of the puddles nearby. A face with blue eyes and spiky brown hair stared back.

Her eyes flew open. "Sora?"

But the dream was over already. What was that place? A big city… a building with the numbers 104… and Sora, somehow. In some place she'd never been before.

Could it be—

No. It was better not to hope. Better not to get her hopes up. And yet… all of her past dreams about him had just been repeating the same things over and over again. This was new.

She grabbed her Gummiphone and made as many notes as possible so she wouldn't forget her dream, then rolled over and went back to sleep.

When she woke up the next morning, she opened her phone to see what it said:

104 Building

Puddles

Sora

Really? That was really all she had written? Curse her sleepy brain for not being thorough. Sighing, she pulled up her chat with Riku. Time to arrange a meeting with him.

As the mayor's daughter, Kairi's house was up on a hill a little ways away from everyone else's houses. To reach the street where Riku's house was, she hopped on her bike. The wind whistled through her ears as she descended the hill, reminding her of all the times she'd raced down this very hill with Sora and Riku. The roads on Destiny Islands were mostly dirt ones, and it was quite the bumpy ride.

Riku's house looked much like the other houses on Destiny Islands did, but it was nonetheless charming, with its red brick roof and cute shuttered windows. As she approached and parked her bike (no need to worry about locks, no one really stole stuff from each other around here), she noticed smoke was coming out of the chimney. Maybe his mother was cooking something delicious for breakfast.

After a quick knock on the door, Riku invited her in. She removed her shoes and arranged them neatly, then stepped up into the house.

"Sorry for intruding!" she called in the customary way. No one actually thought you were intruding when you visited, but it was the height of bad manners not to say the little phrase.

"Welcome to our home," his mother called back from the kitchen. After exchanging pleasantries, Kairi gave his mother a thank you gift for allowing her to visit, macarons in a nice box with a red bow from the bakery.

Riku led her into the living room after that, and they took a seat on the couch. He poured them both some green tea, then settled back and said, "So, you said there was something you wanted to talk about?"

"Riku, do you know what the numbers 104 mean?"

He frowned. "104?"

"Yes. I saw them in a dream."

She explained as much of the dream as she could remember – the building with 104 and the puddle with Sora's reflection in it. The other details were hazy, but she remembered thinking she hadn't been there before, and she told Riku as much.

"So, a place you don't know. These weird numbers. And Sora. You think it might be a clue as to where he is right now?"

She nodded. "That's exactly what I was thinking, But I thought… maybe… I was just grasping at straws."

"Because you want to see him again."

She didn't say anything. Riku was right on the munny, as always.

"Trust me, I know the feeling," he said with a sigh. "I keep hoping and then wondering if it's just wishful thinking. But this, this sounds like an actual lead."

"What makes you think that?"

She had to hear it from someone else. She couldn't trust her own heart to be honest with her anymore.

"Well, for one, you said it's somewhere you've never been before. Your nightmares were always places you've already been, right?"

She nodded.

"And you saw that building with a very specific number. Why would you remember a detail like that?"

"Well… the four at the end stuck with me."

While residents of Radiant Garden considered the number thirteen unlucky, four was the number of death on Destiny Islands. The hospital didn't have a fourth floor. The numbering went from three on the third floor to five on what should've been the fourth floor. The school didn't have a fourth floor either. So to see it on a building like that when she knew Sora was—

"You think you saw him in the afterlife, don't you?" Riku said.

She nodded again. "It's the only explanation I can think of. But how is that even possible? I thought that once you're dead, that's it. You cross over whatever barrier there is between the Realm of the Living and the Realm of the Dead. No more contact with the people you've left behind."

He shrugged. "If our journeys have taught me anything, it's that there's a lot I don't know about how reality works. But one thing I do know is that if anything can last beyond death, it's the bond you and Sora share."

Tears pricked her eyes. Why was she always on the verge of crying now?

Riku awkwardly patted her head. He was trying, he was really trying, and that made her cry even harder.

"Hey, we'll figure something out," he said. "You and Sora are both too stubborn to let each other go. And luckily for you both, I'm too stubborn to let either of you go."

She laughed through her tears at that. Sora might be gone, but at least she still had Riku. At least she still had the rest of her friends. Together, they'd find a way to bring Sora back.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Check back next week for Chapter 2!