Hehe... My first challenge. When I was issued this challenge by the Roleplay administrator, the plot came to me automatically (which is amazing considering I have no talent when it comes to writing about Sora). My brother provided the lovely little...erm... 'insult' located at the bottom (the word had to be used somehow -sweatdrop-) I was actually impressed by this challenge's turnout, so I hope you enjoy it.

Oh, and a note to my editor... -Playful glare directed at DW- I know childly isn't a word. 'Childish' is, but I felt it sounded more like 'immature', which was not the effect I wanted.

Dedications: Well, there's only one person I know who loves Sora over everything else in the game and she hasn't failed in reviewing any of my junk writing yet, so I dedicate this cute little challenge to Blowing Kisses. I'm not going to deny that I love having this girl as one of my reviewers and hope that this challenge makes her laugh.

Oh, and if you don't believe me, the challenge is under 1000 words. Check if you want...

The Day of "Destiny"

-Brrrrraaaaghhh- The small hand of an excited boy quickly silenced the obnoxious wake-up alarm; well, it really didn't accomplish its job since the child wasn't really sleeping to begin with. He wasn't exactly an early riser; heck, sometimes noon was a struggle for the consistently active kid… But then… today was a special day…

The energetic youth? Sora, aka, the tan warrior of the Islands. Why was today of all days special?

'All right… This is it! Riku and I are going to meet and conquer the unknown Island of Destiny! Maybe I'll finally beat him in a match…heh…heh… Then I'll be the King of Destiny!' In a not so graceful motion, the "king" dethroned himself, entangling himself in the sheets and landing on the floor with a thud. He innocently cursed into the fabric since he didn't want his mother to wake up… After all, this was a secret outing…

After a heated struggle to un-ensnare himself, the young fighter dove for his prepared clothes, accessories and whatever other crap the hyper little warrior needed for his long awaited visit to the special Island about a 5 minute boat ride away. He and Riku had been planning this for a week now, and though it was completely out of character for Sora to be organized, especially at the age of five, he unconsciously set aside his personal flaws and stumbled around getting ready. Pajamas flew every which way while favourite garments took their place. Bright sapphire orbs catching his spirited countenance in the mirror, Sora quickly ran a toothed something of other through his bed-strewn hair, though it didn't affect the bizarre spikyness the brunette strands held.

'We'll have competitions, and races, and campfires, and the best adventures ever! Dragons and demons and all kinds of that mystical malarkey that Riku's always spoutin' about. Malarky? When did I learn a stupid word like that? Riku's rubbin' off on me…' Finally finishing with a stubborn left shoe, Sora leapt over his bed, bouncing twice to clear the mattress, grabbed his favourite wooden sword and beelined for the window. Taking 'Murphy's Law' into account, a term Riku had taught him recently, Sora blatantly decided that going out the door was risky. Instead… he claimed the tree in front of his bedroom window would be the perfect exit.

Determination set into his spirited visage, Sora opened the window very carefully and gently eased himself onto the closest branch of the palm. Shuffling over to the trunk, Sora glanced back, a dopey grin pasting over his innocent face. His mom would kill him if she caught the sight of the tempest status his room was in, but it would be worth it later.

'Ow! Huh…' Glancing upwards, Sora located the reason for his sudden shot to the head. The trees about Sora's window were mostly banana bearers. Taller than his escape route, the delectable fruit hung tauntingly over his head and as a gift of luck, or misfortune, whichever you desire, one happened to come loose and pay his skull a visit. Landing conveniently on his lap, Sora grabbed the fruit and descended as delicately as the enthusiastic child could possibly muster.

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As he trotted to where his boat was docked, Sora munched eagerly on the banana he had comically obtained as hundreds of childly thoughts danced gleefully in his mind. Sora was a child of adventure, usually focused on the now as opposed to the later. He was never truly bored since he could make anything into a game; one of his more loveable traits. And this new exploration would be like heaven for him; a whole uncharted Island to roam, explore and simply enjoy. But as fate would have it, the poor tan warrior would be deprived of his enjoyment…at least for today…

A look of pure shock and disbelief washed over the poor boy's countenance as he saw that the rope to his boat completely severed. His only mode of transportation was probably at the world's edge by now. It's not that the boat couldn't be rebuilt or replaced, but at the moment, it was the only thing that kept his from his "Destiny".

Though he was only five, he already knew what happened. He had beaten Tidus senseless in their latest tournament held at his home base; a site Tidus and Wakka had cleared out personally for a home-team advantage. So, this was probably his idea of amusing revenge, depriving the adventure child of his long-awaited journey. But rather than get angry, which was something Sora rarely did anyways, the tan warrior attempted to mimic one of Riku's smirks and cursed as strongly as his five year-old knowledge would permit.

"You would, you buttmunch…" He flopped down on the deck and gazed over at his Island, floating there, almost mocking him. He sighed contentedly, knowing all he could do was wait until Riku figured out that he was stranded and came to get him. The upside? It would give him plenty of time to plot revenge on Tidus…