Anne: I'm back here with another chapter!
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Sora: Just begin the bloody chapter already!
Anne: Fine!
Chapter Two: Nasty Dreams and RealitiesSora was in a dark place. There was no walls or ceiling. Only a floor invisible through a thick fog that rose a foot from the floor. He took three steps when less than two feet ahead of him appeared…
"Kairi?"
She stood there. Just as beautiful as the last time Sora saw her on the newly restored Destiny Islands. She didn't respond, only smiled to his question. Her crimson hair fluttered in a breeze that wasn't there.
Sora stepped closer to her. He cupped her delicate face in his gloved hands. Staring deep into her eyes, he searched for the love and warmth the blue-violet orbs usually possessed. But they looked…empty.
Suddenly, a white-hot pain shot through his chest, where Sora's heart was. Looking down, and to his horror, the teenager saw a hand plunged deep into his chest, clutching his very heart. It felt as though they were trying to tear Sora's heart out.
The Keyblade Master looked back up and into the face of not Kairi, but his best friend.
Riku.
He grinned a truly evil grin. Sora felt a powerful force erupt from Riku's hand inside his chest and was sent flying back on to the foggy floor. He landed with a loud thud and skidded a bit.
Somewhat relieved that no one was trying to rip his heart out, Sora looked up at Riku. His turquoise eyes were as empty as Kairi's had been. He raised a white-gloved hand, Sora noticed that Riku was wearing Ansem's clothes, and squeezed it into a fist.
Once again, Sora felt an incredibly excruciating pain in his heart.
"Enter the darkness, Keyblade Master."
Pools of darkness formed under the Keyblade Master as he hunched over from pain. "Never!" he shouted as the frigid tendrils wrapped themselves around his body.
"I won't ever turn to the Darkness!"
"NEVER!"
Looking around, Sora relaxed. He was in the hotel room in Twilight Town, not the eerie place in his dream. The teen was currently on the floor wrapped like a mummy in his blanket. A result from when you have a bad dream when you sleep on the couch.
"What a wacko dream," the fifteen year old mumbled to himself, massaging the bump on his head where he hit the coffee table. He walked out to the balcony. There a relaxing breeze ruffled his spiky, brunette locks and cooled his hot skin. He looked up at the velvety dark sky which tiny stars strewn over it like diamonds. "Wonder which star Riku and Kairi are on…' he idly thought.
After a few minutes, the teen went back inside and prepared a midnight snack of doughnuts and hot cocoa. While he was eating, he read The Twilight Times, Twilight Town's local newspaper, for any information on strange happenings such as heartless sightings or something along those lines. When he was done, Sora did what almost all fifteen-year-old boys do when they just ate: sleep.
Sora felt as though his head had just touched the pillow when the shrill voice of Donald Duck screeched, "Get up, you lazy ass!"
"I don't wanna," the half-asleep boy grunted, burying his face deeper into the pillow. He protested with more grunts when Donald ripped the blankets off of the young Keyblade Master.
"C'mon!" he ordered, pulling on Sora's messy hair, "We've got work to do!" Sora retaliated by attempting to hide his head under the pillow. Giving up, Donald gave in to the last resort. He let go of Sora's hair and backed up, knowing how this worked. The duck cleared his throat and cried alarmingly,
"SORA! THE HEARTLESS ARE HERE!"
"WHAT!" the teen shouted, leaping up and drawing his Keyblade. He looked around for any heartless, and slowly his face changed from alarm to confusion. "Donald, where are the heartless?"
Donald, who was laughing so hard he was crying, couldn't respond. Sora, catching on what had happened, turned from confused to somewhat curious/annoyed.
"You did the heartless trick again, didn't you?"
Before Donald answered, Goofy came into view wearing a white apron and a chef's hat. "Breakfast is ready!" he announced cheerily, despite the looks his friends were shooting at each other.
Once the breakfast of pancakes, scrambled eggs, and orange juice was eaten, the trio set out for another day looking for Mickey and Riku in Twilight Town. Of course, Sora hadn't really forgiven Donald for playing the heartless trick on him again, so they got into a lot of fights over rather petty things like who was smarter, where to go next if Mickey and Riku weren't here, and which direction to go.
"I say we take a left," Sora stated as he, Donald, and Goofy neared a fork at the end of the alleyway they were walking down.
"No," said Donald, "We're going right."
The two glared at each other to the point where if looks could kill, they'd be six feet under.
Goofy, seeing another 'Sora vs. Donald' go-arounds decided he should step in before the duck and boy rip each other into shreds. "Why don't we spilt up and meet somewhere else at the end of the day?" the knight suggested.
Sora and Donald stopped their glaring contest to consider the suggestion. The plan was convenient because Sora and Donald wouldn't be fighting over everything because they won't be near each other and more of Twilight Town would be covered in one day.
"Where would we meet?" asked Donald.
Goofy thought for a moment. But before he could answer, Sora did for him, "The Clock Tower. You can see it from any point in the city, I bet, so it won't be hard to find."
The others nodded in agreement and went their separate ways, Goofy and Donald to the right, and Sora to the left. Less than five minutes later, Sora found himself on a crowded street full of busy people. Walking along, he noticed what Donald called a train passing on the tracks overhead.
"Watch where you're going, kid!" a man scolded as he bumped into the teen.
"Sorry," Sora replied rather distractedly. He was staring up at the tall building and cars and other modern day things that Sora was all brand new to. Being on a tropical island where the most transportation objects you need are boats and bicycles did have some drawbacks.
The man whom Sora had accidentally ran into walked off briskly, mumbling something about kids theses days. Returning to his business, Sora continued walking down the street, keeping an eye peeled for any heartless, Mickey, or Riku.
Around noon, Sora's stomach began grumbling, demanding to be fed. Remembering a café he passed none too long ago, the boy backtracked until he sighted a sign lit up by neon lights that said CAFÉ. (pretty obvious, huh?)
He walked up the steps, when suddenly something caught the Keyblade Master's eye. Sora turned his head and strained his sky blue eyes on something in an alleyway near the Café. More specifically on the crates near the mouth of the alley. Even more specifically on the shadowy gap between the crates and the wall.
The fifteen-year-old would've thought it was his empty stomach giving him hallucinations. That he was just being paranoid. I mean, what kind of shadow has glowing, yellow eyes? Simple.
A heartless.
And if there's one, there's bound to be some of its buddies somewhere nearby.
"Oh, crap," Sora cursed as he forgot his hunger and approached the Shadow, that stared at him hungrily with those empty eyes before flattening itself and scurrying away.
Anne: This is my Valentine's Day gift to all of you! Happy Valentine's Day!
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