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Chapter II
Luckily, Sora's parents didn't question him the next morning. Riku hadn't told on him, perhaps simply because of how shaken up he was. Maybe it was because he believed him.
Sora didn't tell anyone else other than Kairi, who believed him whole-heartedly.
"You were attack by strange creatures? Cool!"
"It's not cool, Kairi. It was scary."
"Still. I'm staying with you from now on. Maybe I'll get to see them!"
"Kairi, this isn't fun and games! Those things tried to kill me! Or worse," Sora said with utter seriousness. She just couldn't understand how dangerous this was! Kairi just shrugged.
"Still, I want to see them."
It wasn't that long before Kairi did get to see them. That night, Kairi had insisted on walking with him, just in case those things turned up. Kairi, who enjoyed being with Sora more than she let on, was, or at least trying to, hold a conversation with him. Sora, on the other hand, was too paranoid to talk about anything.
The two walked, and it seemed to get darker every second. Eventually, Kairi stopped talking. She, too, was starting to get scared. Then Sora heard the all too familiar displacement of air, and whirled around. The Keyblade appeared in his hand as he saw the creature, the same as the ones he had seen before. He put himself between Kairi and it, only to hear more displaced air. They were everywhere now. Sora lunged out at them, suddenly having the knowledge of a expert swordsman. He sliced at one after another, but they kept coming. Before long, he was exhausted.
"Kairi," he panted, holding on to her shoulder to keep himself up. "We- we have to run."
Kairi lunged forward, grabbing Sora's hand to pull him along. She was running as fast as she could while half dragging Sora behind her. It wouldn't be long until… Kairi shook her head. Sora's house was closer than her own, and they could get there if they hurried. Sora had mentioned that only Riku was home.
Some how, Kairi got them into the house, slamming the door. Sora had collapsed on the couch, the Keyblade still hanging from his fingers. Riku ran down the stairs, looking first at Kairi, then at Sora lying on the couch.
"What the-" He was cut out by the sound of displaced air from the top of the stairs. Sora groaned, and Kairi's eyes widened. This creature was different from the others. Instead of a shapeless blob, this one looked remarkably like a pure black knight in demented armor. It kind of stumbled down the stairs, but was fast about jumping at Riku. Suddenly, Sora was there. He slashed at the creature, but instead of cutting through, he hit armor. Angered, he expertly slashed, hitting it from all sides. He eventually found the creature's flesh, cutting it in two, but his breath was ragged. He had had a sudden burst of energy, but it was gone now. The key disappeared, which Kairi and Riku hoped meant the menace was gone, and Sora collapsed to the floor. He over exerted himself.
The next morning, Sora woke up in a cold sweat. He'd had the strangest dream. He and Riku were fighting, Riku having a Keyblade like him, only the blade looked like a bat wing. Fighting beside him were Donald Duck and Goofy from Disney cartoons, only more… Lifelike. Even menacing, if it was possible for cute cartoon characters to be menacing. He shook his head. Suddenly, another word smashed into his head, just like Keyblade had.
Heartless…
The word he somehow associated with the creatures. So, they were… Heartless. Those without hearts. Where the heck was he getting this stuff?
Sora jumped out of bed, getting dressed. Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing Riku.
Riku really wasn't that much older than Sora, who was fourteen. There was only a year difference, however more mature Riku seemed at times. They fought, sure, but they had been best friends, too, for as long as either could remember. Riku had never been jealous of his little brother, although Sora was every once in a while. Riku excelled at everything, while Sora was average.
"Nice moves last night, bro," Riku said, grinning. "Thanks." Sora grinned back tiredly.
"Welcome." Sora finished pulling up his pants, turning his full attention to Riku.
"Does Mom and Dad…?"
"No," Riku said. "They haven't come back yet. Both their cars broke down, so they couldn't get home. Sora," Riku paused, his face turning to a look of good-natured worry. "Sora, it's not going to be long before Mom and Dad find out. Not with them coming into the house."
"Heartless."
"What?"
"Them. They're Heartless."
"And you know this how?" Sora looked at his shoes.
"It just kinda… Came to me. Same thing with the Keyblade." Riku just turned, shaking his head in mock pity.
"Sora, you're a real weird kid. Sometimes I wonder if we're really related." Sora laughed.
"I didn't accidentally stick my head in bleach when I was little, either!"
"Hey, that's supposed to be secret!" Riku ran back in, chasing Sora out of his bedroom and into the kitchen. The two laughed joyfully, Riku finally stopping so that they could fix some breakfast. Afterwards, the two walked to school together, neither mentioning the Heartless attack that had occurred the night before. Neither noticed the shadow trailing them, briefly seen going from shadow to shadow.
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