Same Verse as the first.
Just getting to the plot
Which we have now arrived to.
Tutorial Chapter!

Hi everyone it is True-InTha-Blue with the start of KH1 now with extra Vanitas.
And a bit of a changed Sora, Kairi and Riku are the same really, it still makes an interesting dynamic.
Though might not be as much change compared to the games in the next few, the tutorials already do a good job of explaining the dynamics there is not much to change, to begin with.
The updates will begin to be slower now. Please be patient as while I have some stuff already written its best for everyone I continue to have a marginal headstart on the story for the sake of consistent updates because no one likes waiting 2-6 months for updates.
Also in case life gets in the way.

Also!
I will have pictures of Sora and scenes of the story on my tumblr.
Bluespinda is my user name as of this chapter, I will show the picture of Sora and his totally nonVanitas inspired outfit.

As always please enjoy.
This will contain spoilers for Kingdom Hearts: Birth By Sleep, and we'll work our way up.

Disclaimer: Square Enix Characters belong to Square Enix. And Disney Characters belong to Disney.

Nothing belongs to me.

A Fragment of a Fragment
Station of Awakening
Chapter 4

Days passed.
Months and Years.

The island hardly changed, probably just as the same as before.
The sun rose with Ochre brilliance and the silver moon phased like clockwork. The glow and hue of seasons passed in green, yellow, red and blue.

And yet despite the monotony, the children grew older.
Not longer the younglings they once were and not quite adults.

And in that, in them, there was change.

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I have been having these weird thoughts lately...

Like if any of this is real... or not?

Vanitas watched as more and more sections of Sora's heart grew and expanded. Many of the Pillars of Foundation in his heart grew and grew as the choir of unconsciousness sang its ever blissful melody.

The glass grew more vivid and bright, shining to illuminate the Fog of the Soul. They were beacons But... even more so...

Creeping along the pillars, growth of black crystal grew from the depths and ornate themselves around the Pillars, framing the shining glass almost like vines and thorns.
They had grown from those tiny shards of Darkness and integrated themselves into the boy's heart. The crystals never blocked the light, but they were certainly not hidden from sight either.
They weaved together, gnarled facets that reached outward as if to gorge any who would try to approach.
And yet they twisted in a design of the frames, making the foundations and holding the bright shining glass together.
But they only resided on the bottom half, they have yet to reach the top of the foundation. They still rested in the lower depths, though they grew slowly as the light shined brighter.

The dark being himself had been drawn to the Station of Awakening recently. The heart of this boy sensed something changing in this world, as with all hearts do, whether or not their owners actually were aware.

Not to mention... some of the Foundations have changed... were... outside. Covered in a veil that hid their true forms.

He had checked on Ventus during these times of change to see if his lighter half had any inkling consciousness or awareness.

That had not changed.

His weak half slept as soundly as ever, still blissful, still ignorant and unaware.

He was still the same and Vanitas scorned Ventus for that.

Vanitas was also unable to go to the Foundations that were outside, ones that did not have a connection to the boy's heart.

But if they didn't... why were they here?

He stood outside of the outside watching, his self-compelled him too. The fog and mist of the unconscious twisted and turned from the unseen forces of the heart.

He stood on a single stained glass tile where the tiny thorny vines were only just visible along the ridges. Vanitas did not know why he led himself here, but more often than not, the urges of Sora's heart were something to keep aware of. Like a foreboding of a storm.
Through these many years, the dark half of Ventus has learned even more as the boy developed. How to Navigate it, how to listen to it and most importantly:

how to influence it.

Here he was.

And then... he saw him.

Vanitas came to realize the full extent of just how Sora resembled him.

Or maybe more correctly, how he resembled Sora.

Of course, the boy's face was still a bit younger than his, blue eyes and brown hair.

But what was most important was this.

Sora was here.

Not as a phantom image on the beach... But Manifested in the Dive of his Heart.

Curious, as only Keyblade wielders could only Dive. Vanitas has learned though that Sora's heart seemed to defy expectations.

The boy landed on the outside platforms. The darkness that had covered it had begun to disperse revealing green hues that lay under

The black flakes turned into doves and flew away into the Fog of the Abyss drawing confusion from the boy.

His eyes wandered around, confused to where he might be. Those blue eyes passed Vanitas and kept going like he had not seen a black and red figure with a shining black and silver mask.

Vanitas waited, unable to breach further but curious to see what the boy whose heart he has been residing in, is like with his own eyes.

Sora's head tilted as though listening to someone, but Vanitas heard nothing. Gingerly Sora stepped forward and waited near the center.

Silver pedestals rose around Sora and appeared on them were three different weapons

Vanitas had never seen anything like this happening before. And yet he still had to wait. Observing was a skill he had learned for some reason, patience against his normally volatile instincts. Yet, 10 years in this heart made him a master of it.

The boy looked around more, judging what to do next, eyeing the weapons with curiosity and discerning.

Then Sora appeared like he was listening again. He picked two and both disappeared.

Then the pedestals collapsed, the pillar shook before the glass began to shatter. Fragments were upheaved and the floor beneath Sora was gone. He fell into the mist and fog as the shards of bright green glass fell with him as they grew smaller and smaller into shining sparks.

No matter how deep Sora fell, Vanitas did not lose sight of him.

Another Platform appeared from the abyss. Blue hues and white figures. Sora drew nearer and his decent softened to land on his feet.

The sword appeared in the boy's hand. He stared at it with shock, at first, but it seemed to be a perfect fit. He took a test swing and found the balance to be ideal.

A black creature rose with beady yellow eyes from the floor. And then another and another. They twitched like insects and crept towards the boy.

Hatred pulsed in their veins. For the boy, unknown why such a terrible feeling welled up in his chest. To the observer, knowing perfectly why he hated these creatures that were similar to him.

Immediately Sora was on the offensive, slashing at the creatures with anger and disdain, as though they insulted him personally. More rose up, trying to slash and jump at him; few got to make the shallow scrapes but were swiftly put to that sword. What remained sank back into the floor whence they came.
And then, darkness sprouted from beneath Sora, it swallowed the platform and Sora began to sink down of it, struggling, scared.

It was then Vanitas spoke up. Spoke like he always did when he felt his host was showing weakness. Spoke to mold the young boy into something that would not bend.
It was more of a habit by now.
"Don't let it shake you! You must not let it affect you." He didn't feel the drain of will like he normally did when influencing Sora.
The boy seemed to hear the words anyway or at least felt something that made him dive headfirst in the inky whirlpool.

The dark half watched as Sora manifested on another platform, the darkness sliding easily off. This one was more different from the others. Three pink hearts were adorned along with the fleur-de-lis.
In the hearts were the silhouettes of more women, two in profile and the other face forward.
For some reason unknown, Sora saw himself staring at the topmost heart. A ray of light shined from an unknown source drawing his attention, illuminating an ornate door.

Approaching it showed it was transparent and could not be touched. Another light showed objectives the boy had to do, practice with the sword.
Soon enough the door manifested completely

As soon as a hand touched the handle, it opened on its own and fill this empty area with a blinding light. Vanitas, even further away, shielded his eyes from the piercing light.

They found themselves on the beach within the boy's heart. The host himself was on the far off platforms, around him were the phantoms of those he grew up with.
Yet, the drone of the choir still greeted him over the shifting waves of the coast.

Vanitas did not know their names or never bothered to learn them.

He could not hear what they were saying to Sora but from the look on the boy's face, he seemed very confused by their words before answering back. The sky became noon and once again reality shifted

The surface of the pillar this time was rose in color. Those black creatures appeared once again. With that ferocity that seemed unnatural for a boy like him to have, Sora struck down each and every one of them.

The light shined down again and then appeared the multicolored ramp of glass that led off into the fog. And the same applied for

Vanitas. Both of them climbed their separate ramps upward and onward towards a pillar off in the distance. Sora paused midway seeing the mass of black crystals surrounding and decorating the windows of the pillar.

Vanitas had to wait for Sora to catch up on the surface with a yellowed colored platform that he himself was not privy to.
A large column of light shown down in the center, beckoning Sora.

He was always drawn to the light.

The closer you get to the light,

The greater your shadow becomes

It wasn't a voice even, no sound or indication of who or what was speaking it, and yet those words were heard above the multitude of voices.

Both he and Sora saw the boy's shadow rise from the ground and transformed

Sora backed away from the rising monstrosity.

But don't be afraid

Claws formed and yellow eyes appeared.

And don't forget...

The creature of darkness towered over him.

Sora backed away until the edge of the platform and found there was no escape.

"Don't turn your back!" Vanitas called out disappointed by his host's cowardice. He could do nothing but stand there.

Grit filled the blue eyes and he turned to the towering monster with that sword in hand. Brazening he charged at it as it slammed its hand down to make a vortex. Sora dodged to the side and quickly began to strike its eyes. The creature roared backward clutching where it was hurt, forcing the boy to jump off.

What greeted him were the smaller yellow-eyed creatures that Sora had to deal with quickly before the larger one struck back.

A large black hand lunged for the boy and struck him across the back making him fall; Sora kept to his feet and struck back at the hand before it was out of range.

The thing began to charge something in the hollow of its chest in the shape of a heart but that meant it was vulnerable and Sora knew that striking its hands were effective.

He did as such before that charge could go off and then one of the creature's hands flew off and disappeared in a miasma. And now the creature was enraged, stood at its full height and rushed at the boy. At the worst of times, that sword disappeared and another attack toppled the boy.

The same black and purple vortex appeared underneath him. With the giant in from of him and the void sucking him in, Sora felt trapped.

Before Vanitas could speak, the 'words' once something silenced him.

-but don't be afraid

Against all the unknown horror, fading sight and dulling senses, Sora calmed down and fell back into the darkness.

You hold the mightiest weapon of all.

Sora remembered the face of his most precious person.

So don't forget:

The darkness enveloped the boy completely

You are the one... who will open the door.

Blue eyes opened to a bright blue sky. The eyes turned to a clear blue ocean as the waves gently sway back and forth. The sun was high and warmed the soft sand beneath him. A yawn escaped him as he began to shut his eyes, it felt like he hardly slept at all.

When he fell back though, a familiar face peered right over him. He sat upright with adrenaline coursing right back to the forefront.
"Whoa!"

He let out a startled gasp not expecting her at all.

The girl laughed at him as his expression and knowing she scared him.

"Gimme a break Kairi." The boy groaned while trying to hide the blush on his face.

Kairi laughed a little more. "Sora, you lazy bum." She said with a faux scolding voice. "I knew that I'd find you snoozing down here." And, as always, she was right.

Sora realized he was supposed to be doing something earlier but was unaware he nodded off while taking a 'break'. It certainly didn't feel like he was sleeping.
His words fumbled as they often do around Kairi, but also from trying to remember what couldn't be remembered. "No! I-I mean... This huge... Black thing appeared and tried to... I couldn't breathe, I couldn't-" A whack on his head stopped his ramble. "Ow!" Kairi was a strong girl despite her appearance. Sora knew this fact well.

"Are you still dreaming?" Kairi looked at him skeptically. She leaned up close as though to inspect he was sick. Sora leaned away feeling his face grow warmer.

"It wasn't a dream!" For some reason, his body hurt "Or was it... I don't know." Already details seemed to fade from his mind like grains of sand.

A place of stained glass pillars and thorns to make the frames. Those black things and all that. The feeling of being watched. "What was that place?" Sora asked himself. Why did it seem familiar?

"Are you sure you're alright?" Kairi asked this time concerned when Sora seemed a bit more dazed than usual. Nothing really got him like this. "You've been napping a lot lately."

Sora shook his head wondering... it was such a strange and different place. He looked to Kairi as she starred off to the horizon. "Say Kairi, what was your hometown like? You know, where you grew up." He already knew the answer to this but he wanted to get the topic off of that bizarre dream.

"I've told you before, I don't remember." Her voice got lower.

"Still nothing?"

"Nothing," she confirmed sounding like she gave up a while ago.

"You still want to see it again right?" Sora asked, wondering if he could stay true to that promise he made while they were young.

That got a smile from her, not that Sora saw it. "Well, I'm happy here." She truly was. Even though she knew she came from a different place, Kairi felt like Destiny Island is where she belonged.

"Yeah?" Sora felt happy about that.

"But you know..." She led off before turning to Sora. "I wouldn't mind going to see it." A lot unsaid there.

Sora's voice grew uncommonly soft. "I'd like to see it too..." But then grew back to its normal volume. "Along with any other worlds out there!" That same feeling when he saw the meteor shower the first time those years ago came back. "I want to see 'em all!"

And hopefully, that would be soon.

"So what're we waiting for?" Kairi urged on.

"Hey!" A partially offended voice came from behind. "Aren't you guys forgetting about me?" The oldest one in their group, Riku, joined them and holding a log. "So, I guess I'm the only one working on the raft." He looked irritated by the other two's lack of effort.

He threw the log so suddenly at Sora that, even though the younger teen caught it, the gravity still knocked out his breath.

Not paying any attention to his friend, the silver-haired boy marched right up to Kairi. "And you're just as lazy as he is!" He accused with mirth.

Kairi merely giggled at his accusation. "So you noticed." She used her task to find Sora as an excuse to give herself a break. All things must end though. "Okay, we'll finish soon. I'll race you."

The older boy groaned and sat down. "What, are you kidding?" He asked.

"You scared?" Sora brazenly asked despite sitting down as well.

"Ready?" Kairi began.

"Are you?" Riku challenged. Both boys turned to the other.

"Go!" She bolted off running but as soon as she did, so too did the boys. They bolted down the sand determined to oust the other. They wanted to set out for the future, for their own adventure.

They may have grown older and changed, but that remained the same between the three of them.

Kairi had grown as a teenager, short red hair and her eyes still as sea blue. Her skin remained pale though, with an inability to get a tan like the rest of the Islanders. Despite this, she has learned how to swim and fish like the rest of them regardless of her strange circumstances in the beginning.

She still wore that silver bead necklace.

Kairi was the beloved daughter of the Mayor and his wife. She was as much as a Destiny Islander as any native born. She got along with all the adults. All kids her age group enjoyed her company. She was the apple in everyone's eye with her cute looks and tomboyish kind personality.

Riku was still the calm and more mature one of the group. Most thought of him as the leader and planner behind all the trios activities. Popular in school and respected around the town, when he wasn't competing or goofing off with Sora. Then that's when his competitive and fierce personality emerged. He did not like to be taken lightly. With his tall and strong frame, most knew that Riku wasn't supposed to be taken lightly in the first place.

As most cliches go, many would assume Sora to be the odd one out of the group.
In a way he was...

On the other hand, many who thought he was easy to mess with, find out soon they were sorely mistaken

He was a fierce-looking boy. Wild brown hair that seemed untamed and his body shorter than Riku but nearly just as fit.

He preferred darker colors along with red.

The odd part about him, was really how he acted.

For those who Sora got along with, he was a kind and cheerful 14 year old. A little rowdy but well-meaning. He got along great with younger kids and those who needed help.
On the other hand...
As Sora grew older, it was often questioned of where he developed his 'mean streak' as many would call it. He became ticked off when people gave him orders or told him he was wrong. He didn't like social gatherings between strangers or being forced to meet new people.
Sora was also extremely competitive, especially if Riku was within a 50 ft radius. When they were together, there was nothing they wouldn't challenge each other to. Racing, climbing, fighting, pranking each other, pranking others, who could get the highest grade in the exams (Kairi usually won that), who could clean their house to best (surprisingly that seemed to be the most even of wins), who cleaned up their street the fastest (no one was complaining about that), who could bake better, who could help out with the holidays more, who could give the best gift to Kairi (there was still no specific winner- Kairi was always happy to receive gifts from them) et centra...

People knew by now that these competitions were a force of nature between the two boys; it was just simply best to get out of their way and do damage control. You could try to scold them, but Riku would just smile and do it the next day. Meanwhile, Sora would shrug and not listen.

He did not make friends easily as much as he was a kid. His proud and fervent attitude made others wary of him. Riku was the only one who could really keep up with Sora these days. And what they considered 'play' most others could only see as an intensive gauntlet of trials

There was just something, that warded others off. As though the boy's intensity was not normal.

It seemed unusual to any outsider why a sweet girl like Kairi would hang out with the two biggest troublemakers on the whole island that even some adults didn't want to mess with. Without knowing their history, they just seemed to be bad influences. Sora and Riku were wild children together, but when Kairi was with them, the two mellowed out. So, it was common shared interest to have Kairi next to them.
Pity to those who thought it would be a good idea to mess with Kairi to get to Sora or Riku because if either one heard or saw someone messing with the girl or worse, both of them saw/heard, there was no force on the island besides martial law to save you.

They were inseparable, even at the worst moments. There have been rocky times, and while it seemed that the rivalry between the two boys would be at its breaking point, they always made up in the end.
The three shared a dream. A dream to see what lays beyond the horizon of the sea and sky.

As for the race:

No one knew who won. Sora pushed Riku into the ocean as the two tumbled and wrestled, Kairi had to split them up and by the time they all separated they forgot what they were racing for.

They had to continue building the raft. Quickly before the adults found out.

Unknown to them, destiny would set a path for them, separating them into very different roles.

Shaping them and changing them beyond any plan set out.

End of chapter 4

To sum up Sora at this point in the most basic sense (and I quote from a friend) is that even if his mother's handmade sweater is dorky, he would wear it reluctantly. However if you insulted said sweater, he would beat you up.

Sorry there is not much in terms of change but that's how the cookie crumbles. At least for now.

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