A/N: A six-hundred word drabble of how Sora's life sucks after he gets back. But maybe someone can bring him a light that he himself couldn't shine.

How extremely cheerful the heaven's devil seems to be, only to be cast a fate of rejection and denial. His mask hides the face of true sorrow. His eyes shimmer with hope only to be dashed against the wall like angry vases to strike the broken hearted.

And how it seems that lover be lonely without love that fills his heart for others. It is in an excess for he can not, nor shall not let anyone have it. They don't deserve it. Because they shun him they have not allowed themselves the sweet fruits of his love.

By his choice it was not their acceptance for the gift, he would give it no matter if they wanted it. It was they themselves who threw the gift away. A piece of written paper meant to be read, but not lucky it's fate.

But although they would not accept his gift, he was a rather giving and generous person, and offered his tears instead. They accepted, and he was happy to know at least that way he was acknowledged

Maybe life wouldn't be so cruel if he was…normal. If he abided by everyone's standards of being ordinary. If he was just like everyone else you saw crossing the street, smoking a cigarette and complaining about how they hated Mondays.

Although he never hated Mondays.

He wasn't really capable of hating anything, even though everything seemed to hate him.

He didn't cast rejection, or was capable too. So everyone had to show him how it was to be rejected, and therefore be one of the "normal". He really can't get a clue, nor buy it off the faces of those who shunned him for being beautiful. He didn't need a clue though, he was happy being blissfully unaware.

How happy can one man be, when he is miserable?

He was quite happy with himself, and proud of the achievements that he made. He was the one who saved everyone. He was also the one to bring their world back to them. He was also the cause of everything, or at least what people made him believe.

And like everything, if you say it enough times you start to believe.

So he needed punishment didn't he?

At first it was innocent taunting to himself. Just a few unspoken words that were felt with the heart, and now flooded in the mind. And how rotten a boy, HE was for ever daring to bring such chaos to the worlds. His heart so evil as to bring the darkness and shed everyone in unstopping blackness.

How evil a boy with sparkling sky eyes.

Then it wasn't enough because the demon wasn't yet satisfied with the blood dripping form the cruel words. So the demon needed more blood. This time from fresh wounds that were deeper then mere skin, but still taken from.

So then it was innocent punishment towards his body for being evil enough to house the demon within. So he slashed at it. Making beautiful rivers of crimson down pale flesh, and at least the evil body could create works of art that could only be seen through innocent eyes of blue.

And then torture upon the body wasn't able to satisfy the demon within, but he had nothing to give. Sora had nothing worth giving.

So the demon demanded his very soul, and heart. His very life was needed to saitsfy the hunger, and desire the demon inside had.

' But that belongs to someone already…'

" Hey Sora, you okay?"

" Fine, Riku!"