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CH. 2 Home

There it was...a mere 300 feet in front of him. The chain of islands he so longed to see. Sora slowed down the shop immensely as it neared the world that brought his own existence into play. The stars became small dots behind him as he entered the planet, and dark clouds flowed in front of his eyes...but then he was through.

There they were. The islands were spread out in the vast ocean of about 50 miles. They were hard to see in the dark of the night but he could make out the enigmatic outlines. He brought the ship in close and removed the glowing shield that surrounded it. He was glad he landed on the island he knew the best. He made sure it was safely hidden in the brush of the trees. He would be here for two weeks so it would need to be away from the prying eyes of curious people.

They were innocents, so it was likely the islanders hadn't had any visitors from the outside worlds yet. Including the heartless. He looked under his seat and pulled out a thick, blue blanket that had been folded into an almost perfect square. He threw it open with a swift movement of his arms and removed his keyblade from his belt. He wrapped the cloth around his weapon and placed it under his seat. He wasn't worried about someone trying to steal it because it would just reappear in his hand anyway. He was just taking Leon's advice. If his blade was removed from his hands and covered then it would keep any energy from attracting the heartless. Sora would do anything to keep them away from the island, and once he sealed the keyhole they would stay out.

He left the rocket, locking the door behind him. He walked away from the thick trees and made his way down to the beach. It was quite a short walk to the small dock where their boats could often be seen tied to it. It took him by surprise when he saw one.

It must have been around midnight, so everyone should have been asleep. He looked into it, noticing the carved name that was imprinted at the bottom, indicating that the boat was his. He stared at it wondering why it was there, but then he remembered that he had taken the boat here the night his little world was destroyed...the night he became the keyblade master.

He guessed that it had to do with Kairi. It was custom on the island that if you were to die or go missing, and be gone for more than a year your boat was to be sunk. He didn't see how she could've saved it because many people on the island would never believe that he was sealer of the keyholes and fighter of hearts and good. He laughed out loud...no one would probably know what that meant anyway.

He shrugged his shoulders and climbed into his boat, unaware of someone watching him by the hidden cave. Their arms were crossed and its head was cocked to the side in mild interest. The person turned and entered the small cave, its black overcoat billowing behind them.

Sora had quickly paddled to one of the main islands...his own. The one of course that contained his home. It was just the way he remembered it, except for a new house that was right across from his... 'WAIT! My House!' he thought. He turned his gaze to the tan brick only a 100 or so feet away.

In his joy he ran to the door and tried to push it open, but it wouldn't budge. He realized he was being awfully stupid if he thought it would be unlocked at this time of night. He cursed himself and went to the side of the house his bedroom had been on. He climbed on the white lattice, which had hundreds of blood-red roses blooming on it. It was quick and easy, given that the trellis had many foot-holes, and he almost yelled in triumph as he pushed open the window of his room. He put his arm through the opening and holding onto the ledge he swing his body from the makeshift ladder. One of his legs made its way on to the ledge and he heaved the rest of his body through the window, and landed with a 'thud' on the carpet.

"Ow..." he whispered as he uprighted himself into a sitting position. That's when he took in the surroundings of his room. His bed was pushed in the corner, by the other window that looked out towards the sea. Above it hung the ship with two young children inside it. His dresser was pushed into another corner of the room, along with his desk. A Toy airplane was hanging above it and a chest was at the end of his bed. He walked over to it and threw open the lid, revealing almost every toy he ever remembered playing with. They were organized in such a way that Sora could distinguish exactly what they were. It was odd...He closed the lid and walked over to his dresser. Sora looked upon it with a pained expression across his features.

The surface of his wardrobe held pictures...all of him. He stared at the younger versions of him smiling up from their frames. His dad was holding him on his shoulders and he looked about three-years-old. Another was when he was ten holding the new puppy his mother had brought home for him. The last one he glanced at was of him, Kairi, and Riku...they looked about seven or eight and they were drawing pictures in the sand with sticks and laughing at some childish joke.

Sora smiled down at it, not even remembering the day. He looked so happy in these pictures and he wondered how it would feel to be with his family again. He wondered how it would feel to...feel happiness again. He turned around, gazing around his room again. It was eerie...so quiet, and so clean. He couldn't ever remember his room being clean. There were always clothes and toys littering the floor but now everything was packed away.

Then he saw it. Lying in front of his pictures was his wooden sword he had used many times to impress Kairi. He grabbed it off his dresser and swung it around easily. It was so light and it felt awfully foreign in his hands...but how wouldn't it after using the keyblade for so long. He put it back on the dresser and opened his top drawer. He pulled out a pair of pajamas and quickly stripped off his clothes. He tried pulling the shirt over his head but his arms got stick in the holes. He grabbed the seam of the garment and ripped it back over his head, hearing a small tear.

"Damnit," he whispered, tossing it to the ground. He walked over to his bed and pulled back the sheets, He climbed into the feather mattress in only a pair of silk black boxers. He covered himself up with the thin sheets and rolled onto his side to look out the window. The palm tree in front of the window blocked the moon from sight and his breathing became shallow as he fell asleep.

Sora re-awoke in the morning to the bright sun shining violently through his window. He put his arm in front of his eyes as he slowly opened them. He let out a groan and rolled over, facing the door. He guessed it was about ten or eleven in the morning. He closed his eye just as the door to his room opened. In his half asleep daze he heard the breathy voice of a woman.

"Madeen...see there is no one in here. I dreamed he was asleep in his bed, but he will never come back... Arra, come here sweetie." The voice paused for a second and she walked over o the door. He felt a hot breath on his face but it soon faded as the voice spoke again. "Madeen! Come on dog."

"Uppy, up please," a child's voice said. Sora' s eyes snapped open. He must be in the wrong house. There were no children who lived with him, because he had been an only child. His vision came into focus and he sat up looking at the form of a woman in her mid-thirties. She was holding a small girl on her hip. His mother's straight brown hair fell to her shoulders and her eyes were a dull brown. Their sparkle gone, as if she lost something precious. The little girl in her arms had dark black hair that was short and curly, and she was about two-years-old. A dog was at her heels and he remembered her as Madeen, which he had gotten when he was ten.

As soon as he had sat up though, his mother stopped and stared at him transfixed. Her eyes were roaming over his face slowly until she spoke in a hoarse whisper, "Sora..." she set the child down as tears began to form in her eyes and Sora kicked off his sheets hurriedly. He rushed over to her and pulled her into a soft hug. It was kind of weird because he was at least five inches taller than she was now. She quivered and placed her arms around his waist, and her face in his shoulder. He felt her warm tears hit his skin and he inwardly shuddered at the pain his mother had been in.

"They thought you were dead. Everyone did...except me," she said softly.

"Shh..."Sora cooed, trying to calm her. "Let's go downstairs. I'll make you a cup of tea." She nodded slowly and picked up the little girl. Sora put his arm around his mother's neck and helped her to the stairs. At his side, Madeen licked his palm with the wet pad of his tongue. He laughed and patted her head nonchalantly.

They walked down the stairs together and Sora led his mom over to the couch. After sitting her upon it he led himself into the kitchen.

It was quite how he remembered it. The large island counter in the center of the room had five stools on one side of it. The fridge and stove where placed in the corners of the room, and a large pantry was on the left.

He walked over to the pantry and went inside. It was enormous. Sora guessed that it held every spice and seasoning imaginable. He could tell from a quick glance that a majority of the cupboard was filled with Instant Ramen and large bags of rice that were stacked in the corner. The back held fruit and vegetables; canned and fresh. On the wall to his right he saw just what he was looking for.

The middle shelf held many powdered koolades, cappuccinos, and tea. He scanned over the large mass of boxes and containers, finding titles such as: Irish Breakfast and Darjeeling. He, however, picked a Japanese Tea.i

He went back into the kitchen and pulled a mug out of the cupboard. He filled at at the sink and put a spoonful of the powder in the cup. He quickly stirred it and went back to the living room.

He handed the cup to his mother and she took all small sip. She sat back into the sofa and Sora took a seat beside her.

"So umm, Sora..." She asked nervously. "Where have you been? It's been a little over two years, and Kairi was the last person to see you.

"Well, mom...it's kind of a long story."

"We have time." She answered shortly.

"Okay... where should I start?"

"How about from your disappearance. When I came up to your room and you were missing."

He folded his hands across his lap and stared out the window in front of him. "Alright...I took the boat to the island."

TO BE CONTINUED...

i Japanese Tea - Meaning that it is of course a sort of JAPANESE TEA!!! UH DUH!!! J/k j/k

Kairi999 (Me): I know I could have made this longer but I really didn't want to type all the crap that happened to Sora. I'm sure that I'll of course put in some things throughout the story...if it is absolutely necessary. Now, time to thank the fans...

FFRulesAww...I'm so glad you like it. I also had to get rid of Donald. I think he is always in the way. I hope you like the later chapters.

ShirureyuLOL!!! I love that...I'm glad my story...umm...er...Rocks your socks. I hoped you liked this chapter as well. I made sure that Sora didn't yell a lot in this chapter...but I think I might make him a little disturbed.

One Winged Tenshi:Aww, Thank you sweetie. hugglesand I'm going to read Ch. 3 of the Vampire Game right now. Which I know I will definitely love cough ( I have a soft spot for Riku/Sora).

Kairi999: I love you guys...you are my pride and joy. hugs tightly I'm going to start writing Chapter 4 tonight. Umm, well... I'm off to do something deliciously sinful. Shifts eyes I'm sure you'll find out what all in good time. walks out her door and takes a plane to Destiny Islands...comes back around 34 hours later dragging a huge bag behind her. Mwhahahaha!!!