This is a Fiction M, it can contain adult language, themes, and suggestions. Detailed descriptions of physical interaction of sexual or violent nature are considered Fiction MA.

It is advised that 18+ may read this story as it may be triggering to many.

themes also include and not limited to:

Alcohol use, Nudity, Depression, Overdose and drug addiction, cutting, violence, fainting, vomiting, and more.

basically, this is the one-stop even for angst lovers.

Read at your own risk my friends, please stay safe and healthy in physical and mental health.

I will be putting this disclaimer here but not the after as it is self-explanatory that this is fan fiction and not the work of the originally intended persons.

Kingdom Hearts, final fantasy characters, TWEWY, and the many Disney worlds and characters are the property of Square Enix and Disney and their producers. I am in no way responsible for taking the claim of anything to do with these companies.

This written story is my own speculation and preference.

Enjoy

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Ever since I was young I realized that I had dealt with trauma beyond my age. The question is when had it gone so far?

The attitude I decided to mask over my real feelings was an overconfident friend and lover that could even make the elephant in the room smile.

When had it gone too far?

Had it been when I lost my friends the first time? That had been more than overwhelming at the time being and any other time terms like "Keyblade" "Darkness" "Light" "lost masters" or "King Mickey" was mentioned.

After so long on my journey in a fantasy-esque world I finally have all the time to the universe to myself. Literally. Chirity is no longer here after I have sent it along with kairi on my last endeavor around the worlds with her.

Somehow. In my heart, I felt that kairi is not the one to fit in it anymore or anyone for that matter. I had sought Riku for so long in a brotherly sense that it was borderline excessive. As for Kairi, the situation was complex. With a now empty heart and a clearer head, I had begun to have a sense of self.

I close my eyes in deep concentration and try to root myself in my soul.

I envision a wide white structure with large intricate window planes, not unlike castle oblivion with a beautiful garden made out of white stone.

I take a deep breath and open my eyes and exhale.

The building appears before me. An institute for answers - a library if you will.

This new skill I learned to adapt here in the world of sea and sky is that you may summon your soul's desire, it takes one's imagination and strong will to accomplish. In this final world, you may not have a heart or body but as usual, I was the exception.

I may have lost my heart but I retained my body - now it was a matter of time before I found my answers.

I wonder the library in what seems to be ages until my stomach growls. Huh. who knew you could have the ability to have hunger in what seems to be like the afterlife.

I make my way to a stone table with four chairs made out of wood in brown color and sit down. I gather my hands together in what would look like when one would pray and a sandwich appears on a plate in front of me.

Sora bites into his sandwich and ponders if he could do the same thing with what he was looking for. He had looked for hours for answers but every book he had picked up had been either blank, in a different language, or children's picture books with limited writing about fairytales.

Sora thinks of a brilliant idea, he invions a large T.V. that could project what he was looking for.

Sora smiles as he goes to turn it on. Unusually Sora finds a cassette tape with smudged writing on the label. Curious he pops it on the television.

Sora watches the screen intently as the screen is loading in its casual sense.

The video starts and it is footage of his home back on the destiny islands.

Sora's mouth twitches in a bittersweet smile as he sits down as comfortable as possible.

The footage is shaky and wobbly as if the handler is walking or holding the camera with shaking hands. He sees some clips of his mother and his white dog that his mom bought him for his fifth birthday. He sees footage of himself chasing the dog around and messing around as kids typically do.

Somehow it made his chest ache.

Sora hears the heavy sound of a door slamming and the familiar tinker of beer cans and wine. Young Sora runs up to his father hugging his father's leg as small as he was and offers to help his father to take some of the "groceries" inside the house.

The film rolls into Mom, Dad, and myself on the couch in our small living room watching a movie as I snack on chocolate and apple juice and my parents eating popcorn.

I could hear the casual clink of the beer cans and wine glass being put down while the movie rolled. On the commercial break, I had left the room to use the restroom while my parents cuddled and had conservation. It didn't go without my attention the amount my father drank today was a bit excessive - naturally being the young child I was I hadn't yet developed or even begin to understand the brain to mouth filter wasn't always the best way to approach a problem.

I ask my dad why he is drinking so much "Juice" and that he was not sharing. He just ignores me and pretends to watch the film with my mom whose full attention was on the screen. I ask my father again nudging his thigh a bit.

He sighs and gets up from the couch and heads to our extended garage. He puts his warm hand on the back of my shoulder blades and leads me towards the garage.

Present me frowns as I remember the first "lesson" from my father quite clearly.

I turn my head when I see that he grabs me by the neck and lifts my lithe frame above the ground. I claw at his hands as I gurgle from my mouth producing endless saliva coating my mouth neck and father's hands as he chokes me. I see the anger in his hands and i feel his hot disgusting smelling breath of alcohol in my face. His eyes are glazed in a high alcohol haze and I could feel the heat radiating off his body from the consumption of so much alcohol.

"Sora… Sometimes... It's best to keep to yer own business you get me?

My old man never taught me that and I ended up being fucked in the ass for itt"

"D..Da..d...yo...you're...choking...m...e…" I struggle to say. I claw his hands and bunny kick at his stomach and chest until he drops me on the floor. I am certain I had sprained or broken something because I still remember being in pain after that. My father kicks me hard in my side and I hit the rack of neat mechanical stuff where we stuff our heavy-duty equipment. I feel dizzy and feel a sudden urge to vomit.

My father picks up a flat head screwdriver and approaches me. I look at my father with terrified eyes and realize that he is going to stab me with the screwdriver. In my panic-driven mind, I look around for anything to help me. As my eyes roam around I see the wheel of an old rusty part of a brake pad sticking out from the rack which was thrown to. I wait until my father crouches beside me and lifts his arm to stab me to shoving my whole body mass against the rack making enough momentum to send the break pad wheel crashing down. It landed alright, it landed on my head. My vision is blurry at best and I am seeing double. I could feel a wet warm substance coming from the mid-right of my head and the feeling of my body feeling numb. I could hear the muffled sound of my dad's panicked steps as he is talking to an emergency operator. They come and I had already lost consciousness and unfortunately a lot of blood.

No one had known the true cause of my hospitalization that night. My father fed the authorities a story that I had been galavanting in the garage and must have been tinkering around and must have bumped into some heavy object that resolute in the 40 stitches in the back of my head.

If it's one thing I remember about my father it is that he is a skilled actor.

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