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Chapter Two

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A cold wind blew in the darkness, moving around the odd particles around on the ground. The noise of the scattering particles was a temporary distraction from the everlasting hum that dwelled inside his mind. The noise that kept him tossing and turning at times of rest. "Rest" would be the correct term of usage since there was no "sleep" here. His back straightened slightly and he tried to catch as much of the breeze as possible before the blessing deserted him again.

The cold wind blew through his limp hair and ruffled what was left of his clothing. The wind seemed to heal everything that had been happening since he had woken up in this place. The wind wrapped around him like a blanket of momentary comfort. His mind was silent for a moment, only the sound of whatever was being moved by this wind disturbing the silence. It was good enough though, since there weren't many times when winds just appeared from nowhere.

The wind made him wonder about things... Dream, one could say. Where would this wind be coming from? Maybe there was some sort of opening--a crevice, door, or crack--that would lead him to his freedom. Where then his memories would all return to him and everything would be like it used to and even if what it used to be wasn't the best, it'd be better than this. He dreamt of how light would feel against his skin or how the heaviness of the air would be lifted and everything would be feathery and light.

There would be an ocean... and an island... little boats...

He shook his head softly and chuckled under his breath. He needed to remind himself that those were only dreams he had had while being awake. They weren't real and shouldn't be hoped for. He was afraid that if he never got out of this place, that he might lose his dreams, too. Nothing was worth the loss of them...

He ran his hand over the material on his thigh and managed to gain a sense of comfort from doing so. The rubbery material added to the friction already created by the rubbing, and his fingertips would stick slightly from the rubber but then skid once or twice before continuing their trail along his thigh. The tips of his gloves had been long ago bitten off by his own teeth in a desperate attempt to feel the terrain around him. One needed to use their other four senses when their one of them was useless.

His other hand went up slowly to grab at an oily strand of hair between his index finger and thumb, moving them together--against each other. The hair smelled bad, it had smelled like that ever since he could last remember. But, even though the smell would easily nauseate any other being, it provided him with a sense of familiarity. He no longer remembered what color those oily strands of hair were; it really didn't matter to him anyway. It was something he could turn to when all else left him. When everything seemed to be hopeless, and there couldn't possibly be a way for him to ever get out, he could rely on the scent to calm him down and snap him back to reality.

It was the only thing in this place that didn't smell like nothing.

The wind settled finally and he slouched against the solid structure which he had been leaning against before. There were many things he didn't remember... For instance, if someone would have asked him of his name, he would have been at a loss for words since he wouldn't know how to respond. He didn't know the answer. Even though he couldn't remember many things, there were things he did remember. Mainly bad ones, but there was a good one.

The corners of his lips twitched in an attempt to lift into a smile, but their efforts proved to be fruitless since he no longer smiled. It was a waste of energy. But, the thoughts of that one memory were so overwhelming and warm, that it proved to be difficult to hold the smile down.

Blue eyes. Warm blue eyes... Like the sky... Eyes that were always full of laughter. A round, sun-kissed face holding those two beautiful eyes. A few brown strands of hair fell into those eyes and a smile was always on those lips. The boy would wave at him--he was no older than ten--call out soundless words, and then run in the opposite direction of where he was standing, holding a long stick over his shoulder with a string attached to the end.

Before he knew it, his legs were moving forward, following the other boy. His eyes never left the boy's hair as it bounced with every step he took. They bounced around, but never lost their place... The warmth was perfect, it covered him from head to toe and the sun brought certain brilliance to everything around him. There was water to his right; he could hear the sounds of the waves coming out as far as possible before retreating back into the sea.

The boy stopped and turned to him. Eyes, brighter than the sky, glistened in the sunlight and his smile became bigger than before, which he had not thought was possible. Then, before he could help it, his lips were moving on their own. Forming a word...

"Sora..." His voice was cracked, but it was there. If there was anything he had said since he had been here, it was that word... That name... It was all he knew of the outside world. The only intelligible word that he could get out of all of his dreams and nightmares. And since that was the only word he knew... It was what he called himself.

He liked to think that the oily strands of hair were a lovely shade of brown. His hair was only limp because of this place... If he only washed it, the hair would be rejuvenated and that healthy bounce would return. He pretended that his eyes, which were currently useless, were the most beautiful shade of blue imaginable for an eye-color. That looking into them led to the loss for words... The loss of intelligent thought... He liked to pretend that it was all like he dreamt it was.

But, somewhere deep inside him... A place he thought he didn't have...

He knew that it wasn't.

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Waiiii! I'm so happy that people reviewed ;; glomps onto reviewers I was so nervous ;; this being my first fic, and all. Thank you so much! I know this chapter is kinda short... Okay It is short. BUT, next chapter will be longer! I PROMISE! Anyway! Review