Disclaimer: I know...I don't own Kingdom Hearts. But if I did, El Boxo would push her off a cliff. Becase I'm so nice.

A/N: This is short. I know. I geuss it's kinda like a prologue (sp?) I dunno. -shrug- I was bored. And I have a plot for this story. (amazing, eh?) I will continue this one. I have ideas...but, as I said before, this is just a prologue thingy...


Chapter One

Why Did He Leave?

"Riku! Riku! Riku! Riku!" A small boy, around the age of six, was bouncing around another boy about the same age at him. He had cinnamon brown hair and bright blue eyes. While the other boy had just about the opposite, light, silver hair that looked almost white and sea-green eyes.

"Sora! Sora! Sora! Sora!" That silver haired one, apparently Riku, was jumping just as much and began a little bouncing circle with Sora. Riku and Sora grasped each-other's hands and bounced in circles.

"Riku! I'm sooooo glad you're here. I was so booored!" Sora cried as they stopped their bouncing, but still held each-other's hands.

Riku smirked (as best a six year old can)" Of course you're happy I'm here. I'm just loved!"

Nick nodded at that statement," It's true." The boy sighed.

"Le's go exploring!" Riku suggested. They were in a new place, and all the mommies and daddies were drinking and dancing. Nothing that would be enjoyed by the likes of two six year olds.

Riku turned around and began to walk away. But Sora reached out, grabbed the other boy's black jumper," Not so fast mister."

"Whaaat?" Riku whined.

"What about our parents?" Sora stamped his foot.

"I dunno." Riku shrugged," It doesn't matter. As long as we don't leave the house."

"Okay…" Sora and Riku began their exploring by exiting the ball-room and entering the main foyer.

"This place is big." Sora gaped.

"Yup. And we got it all to ourselves." Riku smirked.


A seven-teen year old Riku sat at the foot of his bed. Recalling the memory of his old friend. It seemed like a dream. Not a dream, dreams were peaceful. This one was not. It was a nightmare.

Riku sighed, examining his black nails. Why did Sora leave? It just wasn't right. Wasn't fair. But, it was eleven years ago. He was told by everyone to leave it in the past, along with that night. Even still, he had dreams every so often about Sora. About that night.

He should have listened to Sora when he asked,' What about our parents?' He should have, but he didn't. And he regretted it. He felt guilty. But another part of him said,' You were only six. What could you do? What?'

But it still bit at his gut. All the time. And he felt horrible.

Still after eleven years.

'Why did Sora leave?'