Chapter Three

I don't own Kingdom Hearts, Kingdom Hearts owns me.

A/N's: I am so sorry about not getting this chapter out! I am such a loser. I have been so busy with class, my friend's installation, my youth group and all that! I really have been writing though, just not on this!

Hope you like it and PLEASE review!

Riku slowly opened his eyes to see the white walls of the apartment that he had been taken into. Beside his bed, Cloud sat reading a book, a tray of sandwiches and milk on the otherwise empty desk. Sitting up distracted the man enough to look up at him.

"Oh, Riku…you're awake…" said Cloud, smiling softly, "What did you remember last night?"

"Just Sora and I playing together…" Riku looked at him, "It's so weird to think that I know these memories, but I don't all at the same time. I'm trying to remember something that I know…"

Cloud nodded, closing the book. "It's probably that spell. It's basically…" He thought for a moment on how to explain it, then looked back at the boy, "Like a blanket was put over your memories, and that blanket was pulled off by Sora. All those memories are trying to process slowly back into your heart…"

Riku looked down. "Sora…" he said softly, Cloud's blue eyes looking at him with concern. The prince hadn't come out of his unconscious state since the fight one week ago. Occasionally, he would thrash around in the bed, screaming for Riku to save him, get him away from the darkness, but other than that, he remained silent, and his features soft. The guards didn't blame Riku for what had happened; saying that he was just being controlled and the person to blame was Ansem.

Some part of Riku wanted to believe that, so badly. He wanted to say that he could blame Ansem. The boy was mad at the king for having altered his memories to make him attack the only friend he had, but he wondered sometimes if it was the darkness in his own heart that had made him the way he was. It was his fault Sora had gotten hurt and his fault that his best friend currently fighting for his heart.

Riku looked at Cloud who was looking at him with concern. "I would like to see Sora…"

Cloud nodded and helped Riku out of bed, getting him to stand on his own. Riku pulled on borrowed blue shorts and a white t-shirt. The two left slowly and down to the next bedroom door. They could hear Leon and Aerith talking in whispers as they opened the door. The two immediately stopped, Riku knowing that they were probably talking about him.

"Riku, did you get a good night sleep?" Leon asked politely. Riku knew the attitude was still from the fact that Leon, while forgiving him, still had some problems with Riku staying so close to them after the fight.

"Yes, as well as one can gets while trying to remember things…" Riku commented back, walking to Sora's bed, the boy sleeping peacefully upon it. Riku sat down on the edge and pushed unwashed, brunette strands out of his face. The older boy grabbed the prince's hand, feeling the cold sensation coming from the gesture.

"He's as cold as ice…" Riku said, looking at the others. They all seemed to be avoiding his eyes. Riku looked back at Sora, just to see a soft breath go in and out very slowly. Riku felt a weird sensation at that moment looking at Sora.

Despite the fact that Sora looked like death warmed over, and his breathing was so slow, Riku never felt safer when he was sitting and holding his cold hand. It was only when a faint tighten on his hand did Riku truly feel at home and that's what made him tear up the most, that after all those years of being blind, he finally had his light back to open his eyes.

Sora…

Sora ran in the darkness, allhe could do is run. It was scary, the darkness. Irrational fear and pain had taken him over and all he could think about was the darkness….

Sora…

The memories, the pain of memories kept him running. Running away from his past, running away from his future…his destiny.

Just keep running…

Sora fell to his knees, tears in his eyes, falling down his cheeks. Those tears weren't clear; they were crimson, like the blood of his parents, his friends, and the blood of those who died for him.

"I didn't want them to die…," He said weakly, trying to wipe away the blood on his hands, his face. "I didn't want to kill them…"

Sora Misonai…You did…you sentenced them to death when you were born. You were the one prophecy said would bring destruction…

Sora cried harder, trying to get the blood off. As hard as he tried, it stained everything around him. The prince finally brought his hands to his head in terror and let out a scream, terrified and alone. He lay down on the floor, his body tired.

I give up…I don't want to fight it anymore…I can't…Riku…Leon…Cloud…I'm sorry…Father…Momma…Your son can't fight anymore…I'm just going to bring destruction to the worlds…just like he said…

Sora closed his eyes on crimson cheeks, letting the darkness begin to engulf him. Suddenly, a light shone bright in his hand and his weapon, the Keyblade, appeared. In it, his hand was becoming warm and he tightened his grip. The darkness around him faded, and he wearily moved his head up. The light swirled around and formed a beautiful brunette woman with startling blue-green eyes. Sora sat up slowly.

"Mo…mma…? Is that you?"

The woman smiled and kneeled to her boy, translucent arms wrapping around him. The hug was warm and all the blood faded from Sora's vision. This hug was something that he hadn't felt for a long time.

"My baby boy…my little prince…" she whispered, hugging him tightly, "You're not ready yet…but you must keep fighting…"

"I can't…Don't leave me..."

"You can…" The spirit said, pulling back her son, "because you have the strongest weapon of all Sora…your heart…" Sora looking into her matching eyes, wanting to believe her, but the blood…all that blood…

Sora immediately hugged his mother again, never wanting to leave her embrace, her warmth. It was so familiar…so very familiar.

Sora…?

"You must remember," said his mother, pulling him back and standing, "You're braver than you believe, stronger than you feel, and smarter than you think…."

Sooraa…

"Don't leave me…please!" Sora said, reaching for her, still feeling her warmth. "Don't leave!"

"I'm always here, baby…" She said, smiling, "I'm always right here…"

This time, the tears were real, the room was real and the warmth of his best friend holding him was real, but he was really hoping it wasn't.

A/N's: HAHA I win. I just want to say that I took a quote from a Disney movie, so I don't own Disney.

Can you guys guess which quote it is? Even more Kudos if you can guess where it is from!

This chapter is very depressing to me because I know that Sora would have some issues with his mother showing up, because she was influential in his life, as mentioned in the prologue. It just made me alittle sad...aww...

Haha, next chapter will be up when I finish it!