I guess this qualifies as a drabble, since it's only two pages. Something I did a while ago, and I thought it'd be worth putting up here, just to see what you guys think. I also might transfer a few of the oneshots to this story, if I don't think they're worth their own.

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Weird Dreams

Sora sat alone on the beach, looking alternately at the waves and his hand. It was as if he wasn't sure that either of them was really there. He sighed, wrapping his arms around his knees, and devoutly focused all of his attention on the ocean. The breeze was calm and soothing, sifting through his hair like pleasantly cool fingers, and his shirt ruffled uncomfortably. He reached back to fix it, only for his fingers to collide with someone else's. "Wah!" he cried out sharply. "Riku! Don't scare me like that."

Riku rolled his eyes. "If your instincts didn't suck, maybe you would've heard me. It's not like I was trying to sneak up on you."

The brown-haired boy sulked. "I don't trust you."

"You wouldn't." Riku flopped down beside him, his eyes drawn to the sunset. "Sora…these past few days have been fun, huh?"

The brown-haired boy gave him a funny look. "Well, yeah, I guess. But so's the past fourteen years," he added, and shoved Riku playfully. He grinned when Riku shoved him back. "What do you mean?" he asked then.

"I…I don't know. It just seems…"

"Seems what?"

Riku hesitated, but then the emotion in his eyes clouded over. "Fake." He stood up and stalked away down the beach, leaving Sora alone by the sunset.

"…Fake?" Sora frowned. "Fake? What's that supposed to mean, Riku?" But the silver-haired boy was walking away along the beach and could no longer hear him. Sora wrapped his arms tighter around his knees and muttered something incoherent, feeling a little offended. Did Riku think he was fake, somehow? Or was it Kairi or someone? Although, he realized, he could see why Riku might think she was fake.

But, no…there was something else. "I was looking for you…" he murmured. He had been looking for Riku for a while…and it was dangerous. But what happened? How had they gotten back to the islands, then? He couldn't remember…

"Riku?" It looked like Riku was sitting on the paopu tree again, so Sora made his way over there and sat beside him. "Riku," he said again, since Riku's eyes were closed and it looked like he was asleep. "Do you remember what happened?"

"Mmm?"

"Before now. There was something that happened before…"

"Mmm. That." Riku shook his head. "It's not something I expect you to understand. Not yet."

"But what was it?"

"I can't tell you." Just then, Sora heard a loud sound, as if something mechanical had opened. Riku's eyes were drawn towards the sunset, where the sun was suddenly much brighter. "It's starting," he murmured.

"What is? Riku—!" But Sora broke off there, noticing for a moment someone standing on the beach. He was blond, so at first Sora thought he was Tidus, but then he realized the stranger's clothing were too different. But he was gone as if never there, and Sora suddenly felt…whole, was it? Complete? His heart raced with anxiety. Time was running out at an alarming rate. Something was about to happen… "Riku, what's going on?"

The silver-haired boy turned to him then, placing a hand under Sora's chin. "It's so quick, isn't it? Gone just like that. But at least I have a chance…"

"Riku, what're you—?"

Electricity ran down the brown-haired boy's spine as Riku pressed his lips to Sora's, silver hair seeming to melt into the chocolate of Sora's. And somehow, it satisfied an ache that he'd had for so long, one he hadn't even known was there. He leaned in, wrapping his arms around Riku's neck as the older boy drew him closer.

"Sora?" someone said. But it wasn't Riku, and it wasn't Kairi…

The wind picked up suddenly, and Sora felt himself ripped from Riku's grasp. The silver-haired boy was unmoved by the wind, sitting uninhibited and holding onto Sora's hand, his eyes burning into the blue of the brown-haired boy's. "Riku," Sora pleaded, trying to grab onto Riku's other hand.

"Sora, wake up!" Who is that? Why can't I remember?

But Riku didn't even reach for him, just sat there impassively as the sky darkened into a dark violet ball. Just like all those times…all those times before…

"Don't be afraid," he whispered.

He let go, and Sora flew up into the sky. "Riku, no! RIKU!"

I can't…no…I'm waking up…

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Hreee. Hypothesizing, in case you can't quite tell (it might be confusing), on what Sora was dreaming about before he woke up in KH2. It's not great, I think it's even a little random, but…oh well. Maybe some folks'll like it, and if not, I'll delete the chapter and no problem. Ne?