Dislcaimer: I don't own anything... duh.

Warning: I have decided, after much complaint and threatening emails to my person should I choose not to, to continue the story, sorry for the wait. Im not kidding when I say that, although this chapter is shorter, there is enough fluff here to make an entire wardrobe. Needless to say I moistened my keyboard a little when I wrote this.

The True Power of the Keyblade

Chapter 2

He was floating in the darkness for what seemed like forever. Thoughts coming and going, being forgotten almost as soon as the were thought. Garbled voices occasionally slicing through. The darkness was comfortiong though, not like the nasty, sticky dread feeling that you get when the heartless come around kind of darkness. He felt safe here, nothing could hurt him anymore. So he drifted, he let the thoughts and voices drift around and wash over him. Time was nonexsistant in this place, and he couldn't put value on anything anymore. It was like nothing mattered. What motivation did he have to try and find the light. That would mean that he would have to fight, he was so tired of fighting. He need a reason ... and he found one. There was always a prescence, a warm sort of prescence that made him feel safe and and almost giddy excitement that he hadn't felt in a long time. Whoever or whatever this prescence was he would like to meet it, at least he wouldn't be son lonely anymore. But he couldn't do that in the darkness could he? So he started the methodical journey out of it. He couldn't see a light persay, but he could feel it. Every attempt that he made brought him closer but it exauhsted him. He knew he was getting closer though, the voices and the thoughts got clearer. He could pick out words now, sometimes a "how is he" among'st the garble. Once in a while he catch a something that sounded like "Sora"...that was him name wasn't it. Most improtantly though, was the occasional "beautiful" and "love you" that he got, he clung to those like life preservers, give him a signifigant tug in the right direction. He struggled on, holding onto the need to meet this prescence. He was starting to dispair ever getting out of this place, it wasn't that bad anyway, the darkness. However, he owed himself one last push.

Sora jerked on the bed and took a sharp breath, emitting a moan of pain and his head was rocked with too much a once. He was awake that was good but the memories were torrenting in his head to the point of pain. It was still dark, but he was awake that much he was aware of, now he could just remember how his appendages worked...

"Sora?"

He froze, theres someone here, that voice though, so comforting, it was like it was both in and out of his head...why.

"Hello...", Sora tried, didn't sound like a much of a hello, his throught felt awful like he back in the desert in Agrabah again with no water for weeks. Who ever was there though, apperently understood the message.

"Im here Sora, everything is gonna be alright." That voice so comforting, so soothing it was like a fast acting drug whos effects were immediate.

Sora visibly relaxed, thats what the voice said right, how could a voice like that lie to him, so warm and... familiar.

"Why can't I see?" Sora querried, he should be able to see right.

The voice chuckled, a delicious sound to Sora, a perfect mix of tenor and baritone, it brought back feelings of friendship and happiness, Sora was pretty sure he knew who ever own that voice, if he could just get his head to stop swirling long enough to organize. If he didn't know him though he sure would love too, just to hear that pretty voice somemore.

"Your eyes are close silly," the voice calmy replied, laughter rippling on the the edge.

"Oh," tenativily Sora cracked his eyes open, then immediatly shut them with and small 'ouch'. Wherever he was it was horrendously bright. Sora quickly mused over any really bright places that he knew. Then a sudden thought struck him.

"Am I dead," Sora asked in a very stoic manner.

The voice chuckled and then rolled into a full laugh, to Sora it was the greatest thing he has ever heard and he found himslef smiling brightly as well.

Still chuckling the owner of the voice gather Sora into his arms and cradled him on his lap, Sora sighed in more contentment then he could ever remember feeling in his entire life and leaned against the owner chest...so warm, he'd die here happily.

"Of course your not dead, almost but not quite." Sora could still hear the smile on the those lips. "First we have to get those pretty blue eyes open though," the voice mussed. Yes this was definatly the voice that he remebered hearing in the darkness.

"Come on now, open them just a little," the voice whispered, Sora couldn't help but comply. Slowly he he cracked his eyes open the slightest fraction, and immediatly followed it with a distressed whimper. The arms tightened a little around him giving him comfort and warmth.

"Thats it, now hold them there... shh shh I know it hurts but it will be over soon." Sora nodded slightly, letting the pain wash over him. Once it subsided he bit his lip and cracked his eyes open a little, his head was pounding but the sting wasn't as bad as before. Little by little he unveiled his his eyes until they were all the way open. The world he opened his eyes too was blurry at best, it was almost as bad as having his eyes close.

"Look at me Sora...please," the voice tenderly request and Sora turned his shinning blue eyes towards the voice, what he met was a beautifully smudgey image of peach and silver, it was like abstract art only alive.

"You don't how long i've waited to look into those eyes," Sora could hear tears brimming that voice, he wanted to see this person so bad, if only he could see.

"I still can't see... please help me... I... I need to see you," Sora was almost desperate, his head was pounding and his eyes were aching unbearably.

"Shh... close your eyes," the voice coaxed, even in his desperate state Sora slid his eyes close. Those warm arms wrapped him up again and laid him gently back down on the bed. Suddenly it was gone... Sora nearly cried.

"No please don't leave me, please," He was so confused, he could get his head straight, his head hurt so bad, for some reason his body wouldn't listen, it simply refused to move, the voice was all he could anchor too, and for some reason Sora knew that it was everything.

Sora was immedialty wrapped up in arms and he sighed in relief, " Shh shh its ok im just gonna dim the lights ok, I swear ill never leave you... never again." Sora nodded and the voice slipped away, in a few moments Sora could see tha lights dim beyond his eyelids. That was good, it still didn't stop his headache.

As if he was talking out loud the warmth enveloped him again and started massaging him temples, kissing his eyes and whispering word of encouragement. Sora felt and if he was melting right there on the spot, someone else might come and all they would find is this person looking down at a Sora puddle all over the bed.

"Try your eyes again," The voice pleaded.

Sora experimentally lifted his lids again, the world was still the same blurry mess he had left it but after a few seconds things started to sway slowly into focus, like someone was turning the nob for a pair of binoculars or a microscope. He looked directly at the face of the voice as it slowly and laberously rippled into focus. When the world came to a rest it was like someone took a memory gun and blew his brains out. Everything came slamming back when the face focused, the heartless, the keyblade, Donald and Goofy, Ansem and......

....Riku.

Sora's face cycled through different emotions rapidly, like a bad florescent light thats about to go out. Shock, recognintion, happiness, fear, and finally settling on a face that Riku had never seen before. Sora's face twisted up slghtly and his eyes watered, he slowly moved forward and weakly wrapped his arms and around Riku... then he lost it.

Riku had never heard any human being cry like Sora cried, it was like his heart was shattering into infinite pieces. Sora was almost hysterical in his tears, blubbering incoherhent sobs, as his whole body wracked in mini spasms. Riku did the only thing that he could do, he embraced Sora like he thought the world would explode again if he let go, and rocked him back and forth as he tried to soothe his fallen angel. He let Sora cry out all the unshed tears, rode with him through all the pain and all the dispair. With every sob Riku resolve that he would never ever leave him, that he would never hurt him, and the he would never let Sora shed another tear for the rest of his life or die first, grew stronger.

After what seemed like life times he managed to calm Sora to pathetic little hicups and sobs as he continued to hold him. "Im so sorry Sora I swear that I will never leave you again... gods i swear it." Riku vowed.

It was then that he heard the one phrase that would echoe in his memory for the rest of eternity.

"Riku...," Sora choked.

"Yes," Riku whipered into Sora hair.

"I love you."

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