(Here is a new chapter for your reading enjoyment.)
6
Reawakening
He was alive!
Kairi looked about to burst with happiness. Riku was also glad to see his friend still breathing, but did not show it as much. As they touched his sphere-shaped prison, Sora's eyes opened. But they were different.
They were red.
"S-Sora?" Kairi stammered.
Upon seeing her, what had been a tense expression quickly melted into one of relief.
"It worked," they heard him say. "It really worked!"
The two could not help but notice how weak his voice sounded. He looked that way, too, and his once tanned skin was pale from lack of sunlight and probably from whatever else had been done to him.
"Hang on a sec', Sora," Riku said, drawing his sword, "we'll get you out."
With a powerful downward slash, the bubble burst open, and Sora came spilling out, along with a thick, slimy liquid. His breaths were labored, and he did not get up from the spot where h lay on the ground. Ignoring the slime, Kairi and Riku lifted him to his feet. He would have fallen again, had Riku not caught him. The silver haired boy slipped Sora's arm around his shoulders, to act as a support for walking. Meanwhile, the Key bearer had begun to shiver, his skin becoming, impossibly, paler than before.
"It's...cold..." he murmured. "So...cold..."
And then the shivering became shaking, then violent convulsions, almost making Riku let go of him. Blood dripped from his mouth, falling like rain to the floor. His eyes rolled up in his head, and the boy passed out, though still continuing to twitch slightly every couple of minutes. His two friends were absolutely horrified.
"What...have they done to him...?" Kairi whispered, her expression one of fear and also of sympathy.
Riku did not answer, merely shook his head. He did not know, either.
However, then the Keyblade began to glow. It dissapeared from the spot where Kairi had dropped it in her rush to help Sora up before, then reappeared hovering over said youth's head. Riku set him down, and thus the Key began to heal him. This was a bit surprising. After all, though the Keyblade did protect it's wielder to some extent, it had never gone so far as to restore his injuries.
"So, all along, it was the Keyblade."
There in the doorway, was the dark haired man they had seen earlier, crimson eyes glinting in satisfaction with his discovery.
"Who are you?" Riku held his sword in a defensive position.
"My name is Kurakuna," he replied, walking towards them.
"What did you do to Sora?!" Kairi cried, but backed away with RIku.
The man smirked, continuing to advance.
"I simply restored him to his original state."
"What are you talking about?" the silver haired boy asked, glaring at the man.
"He is a Darkling, or at least half so. The last, besides myself."
Their eyes widened, staring at the man in disbelief. He found their reaction humorous, so his smirk became slightly wider.
"Is it really so surprising? Did your little friend never display signs of his heritage?"
"It can't be true...Riku?" Kairi looked up at the boy in question, face marred with worry.
His eyes narrowed. Come to think of it, before Kairi had come to the island, when they were seven and eight...
~They were running across the island, racing again. After another mintue, they reached the goal, a large palm tree near the edge of the island. It was then that Sora collapsed. His teeth were gritted, eyes sparkling with the eye water he attempted to hold back.
"Sora? Sora?!"
Riku reached out to touch him, but pulled his hand away quickly as what seemed to be black electricity struck out at him. He cried out for help, and Sora's mother came running. As she reached for him, the energy shrunk back, probably because they shared the same blood. She lifted her son into her arms and turned to Riku, face stern.
"You must promise never to speak of this. Understand?"
The boy nodded, then watched as she disappeared into her house.~
He had all but forgotten that. He had promised never to tell, and Sora had insisted he was just sick the next day. Now he understood.
"Do you see?" Kurakuna stood, looking down at them.
"Even so..." Kairi backed up a few more paces, then knelt beside Sora's prone form. "How could you do this? Hurt him so much? You said yourself he is the last besides you!"
"His blood is tainted; a halfbreed. He is of no use other than as a tool to acomplish my goals."
He waved his hand carelessly, sending Kairi and Riku flying across the room, both crashing into the far wall. And then he was beside Sora, taking into his hands the Keyblade which had since completed it's healing process. Summoning his energy into the hand he held the corrupted item in, he squeezed the Key. Sora shot up into a sitting position, hands pressed over the area where his heart should have been, now open eyes filled with tears. But he made no sound despite his obvious pain. He _refused_ to scream...!
"As I thought," Kurakuna smirked again. "His heart is in the Keyblade."
He squeezed much tighter now, and Sora could no longer hold back his pain.
He screamed.
And his friends could do nothing but watch him suffer...
(That was...most disturbing. Poor Sora, I feel sorry doin' that to 'im, but if I didn't the story wouldn't work out. Anyway, please review!)
6
Reawakening
He was alive!
Kairi looked about to burst with happiness. Riku was also glad to see his friend still breathing, but did not show it as much. As they touched his sphere-shaped prison, Sora's eyes opened. But they were different.
They were red.
"S-Sora?" Kairi stammered.
Upon seeing her, what had been a tense expression quickly melted into one of relief.
"It worked," they heard him say. "It really worked!"
The two could not help but notice how weak his voice sounded. He looked that way, too, and his once tanned skin was pale from lack of sunlight and probably from whatever else had been done to him.
"Hang on a sec', Sora," Riku said, drawing his sword, "we'll get you out."
With a powerful downward slash, the bubble burst open, and Sora came spilling out, along with a thick, slimy liquid. His breaths were labored, and he did not get up from the spot where h lay on the ground. Ignoring the slime, Kairi and Riku lifted him to his feet. He would have fallen again, had Riku not caught him. The silver haired boy slipped Sora's arm around his shoulders, to act as a support for walking. Meanwhile, the Key bearer had begun to shiver, his skin becoming, impossibly, paler than before.
"It's...cold..." he murmured. "So...cold..."
And then the shivering became shaking, then violent convulsions, almost making Riku let go of him. Blood dripped from his mouth, falling like rain to the floor. His eyes rolled up in his head, and the boy passed out, though still continuing to twitch slightly every couple of minutes. His two friends were absolutely horrified.
"What...have they done to him...?" Kairi whispered, her expression one of fear and also of sympathy.
Riku did not answer, merely shook his head. He did not know, either.
However, then the Keyblade began to glow. It dissapeared from the spot where Kairi had dropped it in her rush to help Sora up before, then reappeared hovering over said youth's head. Riku set him down, and thus the Key began to heal him. This was a bit surprising. After all, though the Keyblade did protect it's wielder to some extent, it had never gone so far as to restore his injuries.
"So, all along, it was the Keyblade."
There in the doorway, was the dark haired man they had seen earlier, crimson eyes glinting in satisfaction with his discovery.
"Who are you?" Riku held his sword in a defensive position.
"My name is Kurakuna," he replied, walking towards them.
"What did you do to Sora?!" Kairi cried, but backed away with RIku.
The man smirked, continuing to advance.
"I simply restored him to his original state."
"What are you talking about?" the silver haired boy asked, glaring at the man.
"He is a Darkling, or at least half so. The last, besides myself."
Their eyes widened, staring at the man in disbelief. He found their reaction humorous, so his smirk became slightly wider.
"Is it really so surprising? Did your little friend never display signs of his heritage?"
"It can't be true...Riku?" Kairi looked up at the boy in question, face marred with worry.
His eyes narrowed. Come to think of it, before Kairi had come to the island, when they were seven and eight...
~They were running across the island, racing again. After another mintue, they reached the goal, a large palm tree near the edge of the island. It was then that Sora collapsed. His teeth were gritted, eyes sparkling with the eye water he attempted to hold back.
"Sora? Sora?!"
Riku reached out to touch him, but pulled his hand away quickly as what seemed to be black electricity struck out at him. He cried out for help, and Sora's mother came running. As she reached for him, the energy shrunk back, probably because they shared the same blood. She lifted her son into her arms and turned to Riku, face stern.
"You must promise never to speak of this. Understand?"
The boy nodded, then watched as she disappeared into her house.~
He had all but forgotten that. He had promised never to tell, and Sora had insisted he was just sick the next day. Now he understood.
"Do you see?" Kurakuna stood, looking down at them.
"Even so..." Kairi backed up a few more paces, then knelt beside Sora's prone form. "How could you do this? Hurt him so much? You said yourself he is the last besides you!"
"His blood is tainted; a halfbreed. He is of no use other than as a tool to acomplish my goals."
He waved his hand carelessly, sending Kairi and Riku flying across the room, both crashing into the far wall. And then he was beside Sora, taking into his hands the Keyblade which had since completed it's healing process. Summoning his energy into the hand he held the corrupted item in, he squeezed the Key. Sora shot up into a sitting position, hands pressed over the area where his heart should have been, now open eyes filled with tears. But he made no sound despite his obvious pain. He _refused_ to scream...!
"As I thought," Kurakuna smirked again. "His heart is in the Keyblade."
He squeezed much tighter now, and Sora could no longer hold back his pain.
He screamed.
And his friends could do nothing but watch him suffer...
(That was...most disturbing. Poor Sora, I feel sorry doin' that to 'im, but if I didn't the story wouldn't work out. Anyway, please review!)