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All But A Dream

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Disclaimer:

The only thing I own is my ideas for this story, not the characters. =P

Summary:

Three years after Sora and Kairi have been taken apart. But when Kairi has a dream one night, is it her turn to do the fighting for her loved one? (SxK)

Author's Note:

Lets see...if you haven't played Kingdom Hearts, (and shame on you that's like a crime,) then umm there will be spoilers. But really...who hasn't played Kingdom Hearts?! Oo

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Chapter Four:: Memories

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The girl stirred slowly from feeling a strange mist across her face, she slowly opened here eyes and looked around. She was inside a huge castle, in front of her was two large oak doors. And the mist, was coming from a small waterfall behind her, she gasped. "Could it be?" this place was so familiar to her, yet so distant.

She slowly stood up, her sword still in hand, and walked to the center of the floor, and she remembered, this was the same spot. It was where Sora was turned into a heartless, 'This time I'll protect you' those very words had come off her tongue, three years ago.

She couldn't help but tear up, it was when they had found out that their very heart were connected, where through that bond, helped Sora find himself again, and return back to his normal self. She stopped to notice everything grow dark, and looked around but there was nothing, then she looked down to the floor. She saw eyes, green, yellow, bright eyes that seemed to grow into something better. Kairi bit her lip, and tightened the grip on her weapon; she stood there, ready as she ever could be.

'This time...I'll fight.'

And she did, taking the blade and slashed, tore, and ripped anything that came in her distance. Escaping with minor scars, but what she had noticed was that every time they dropped a glowing green object and she went near it, her cuts and scrapes would heal.

She kept fighting which seemed like forever, but they just kept morphing into something more, they started off small, but they gradually got bigger, some flew, some disappeared and reappeared in different places. But she wouldn't let them stop her; they had no heart after all. And she had outgrown one her childish memories: to be afraid of the dark.

The more she fought, the weaker she became, but the more as she reminded herself of Sora, she became stronger. "I will not let them take me from them again..." she mumbled to herself. Then she turned around and noticed another pair of doors, smaller than the ones next to her, and she ran. The heartless followed and tried to drag her back down the stairs as she rain up them, but she eventually made it.

She slid open one of the doors and closed it tightly behind her, and she leaned against it, gasping for any air she could get into her lungs. Then she looked up to realize she was in a library.

But not just any library.

It was the one she spent all her time in when she was little, before she moved to Destiny Islands. Her and her grandmother, where she would sit and read stories for as long as she wanted. She walked around through the aisles, they seemed different since the last time she came there, but the staircase was the same, which was where her grandmother told her the story of light. She sat in that very same chair, and the younger Kairi sat in front of her on the floor, listening to every word.

"Kairi what was your home like?"

"I told you I don't remember"

That was what Sora had asked her, but now she remembered, this was her home, the Hallow Bastion. It had changed a lot since she had been there, it was no longer happy. It was dark, depressing, and there wasn't anyone walking around the library or anywhere for that matter. It seemed as if nobody really cared for it anymore, and the spark of life that was always there...disappeared.

She tried to smile, but it was weak, her memories of her childhood came back to her, she walked up the staircase, "At least some things don't change." She whispered, gliding her hand up the smooth, yet dusty rail. Most of the designs were still there; she reached the top, and also remembered the other floor. And the small desk, where a girl a little bit older than she was, always sitting, drawing ninja pictures.

Kairi looked at the table, the pictures weren't there anymore, she wasn't surprised. Just a bottle of ink and a few other scattered pictures remained. She walked over and looked at the bookshelf next to the desk. Her gaze fixed upon one of the books on the lower shelf, which held all her favorite fairy tales that she'd always ask her grandmother to read to her.

And when she finished Kairi would always put it in the same spot, so she'd remember it from the rest, second from the bottom, second to the left. She took the book from the shelf and looked at the cover, it was still cobalt blue.

She started to wipe the dust, but something over took her, it was as if her head went totally blank and her heart was being ripped from her chest. But this time she could feel the pain, she dropped the book and held onto her heart.

And then she saw him; he was on a cold, damp stone floor. In a poorly lit room, there were no windows, and nothing but he, sitting there, tired and weak. Bounded to the floor by his ankles and wrists, with black chains. "Sora..." She said, trying to gain her strength back. It always seemed when Sora was in pain, so was Kairi, when he was sad, so was she. It seemed like their emotions were connected, as well as their hearts.

When she finally felt herself almost go back to normal, she pulled herself up. Taking the book she had just dropped and placing it back onto the shelf. Then she wandered more onto the second floor of the library, and noticed another set of doors. "Kairi, whatever you do, don't go past those doors..." She remembered her grandmother's warning.

She looked around, and bit her lip, debating whether to go past them or not. She had always wondered what was past them, and they had always said she was too little to go past them, or too little to understand. "I'm seventeen, I think I can handle it..." She mumbled, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear, and she pulled open the door.

The castle was one big path, and no matter where you went, or what cliff you jumped off, you would eventually be led back up to where you started...

Author's Note: Hah! I wonder who the little ninja was! Thanks for reviewing guys! Tell your friends about this story! XD