Who Am I?
Disclaimer; I do not own anything from Kingdom Hearts; I'm just using it for my own twisted fun…so don't sue me.
Summary; A devastating storm has hit Destiny Islands and someone has gone missing…meanwhile, a new person is found unconscious in the palace grounds after the most fantastic show of lightening that year. What's going on?
Ok…-coughs- heh o.O! –Wipes dust off of story- er…yes I know its been a while…heh…well I had a lot to do…
I quit school so I could follow my dream of becoming an author (probably why this chapter may seem a little different in style compared to the others) and there was a lot of paperwork and proceedings to go through…then I had to apply for more days at work to do…so er…yeh…sorry
But I have updated now and I am starting on Chappi 5 too so hopefully that will make up for the time…
Thanks to all reviewed, you guys rawk but due to the little rumours spreading about us not being allowed to reply to reviews I will just say a big huge thanks in general..
Any ways enough drabble, on with the story…
Chapter Four- Bad Weather Ahead
It was stiflingly hot. The humid air seeped into every nook and cranny and left no space untouched. The heat was at a spiteful degree and every living thing was hunched; drooping, too bothered to do more than what was required of the day.
But Riku paid no heed to the heat or suffocating air around him. His eyes were riveted on the girl who was paddling in the ocean, his mind in deep thought. She was all he had left from the disaster that devastated many lives 10 yrs ago; his family was dead, his home destroyed as were many others, and his bouncy, bubbly, best friend was, still missing.
His eyes followed her glistening tanned body as she moved through the waters. Her home had been completely destroyed, there was no rescuing it; so he rebuilt Sora's. They had said a quick prayer and cleaned all the burn and scorch marks and rebuilt some walls with the debris from the other houses. It looked like it did before the devastation hit but it was still missing its original occupant; Sora. The place just wasn't the same without him.
She dived under the blue waters, her small delicate feet poking out through the miniature waves as she propelled herself down. He hit the sand with his clenched fist. He promised to live his life, to try to get back to normal, but every thought always brought him back to Sora. Where was he? Is he ok? What has he been doing these past years?
…Is he still alive?
She surfaced again with a spray of water. Of all the people on the island who had survived, she was the only one who shared his view that Sora was not dead, but he was missing. Yet lately he'd been questioning his reasons for that belief.
She spotted him and swam against the currents back to shore, teasing glimpses of her matured body glistened as the sun caught it through the swelling waves. He glanced up at the sky to check on the position of the sun and estimated the time as noon-ish before returning his gaze to the vast sea that was neither friend nor foe. She walked up to him and sat down on his left.
"Water's cool, you should go for a swim, it'll cool you right down." She said conversationally but Riku wasn't in the mood to talk. He just grunted in response and continued to stare avidly out to sea, a pensive look upon his face. Kairi gave a long sigh and settled her blue eyes on the island not far from the one they were on.
"Your thinking about him again, aren't you?" she asked panning her view across the horizon and over the waters that held them prisoner on the island.
"I can't help but wonder if he's ok, or if he's thinking of us, or…or..." he trailed off not wanting to say the real thing that was bugging him. But Kairi knew what he was worried about.
"Or if he's dead?" she finished for him. His heart stopped at the horrid word and his core temperature dropped 10 degrees. She saw his sky grey eyes well up and watched as two tears raced down his pale cheeks as the words attacked his heart.
"I miss him so much…" he admitted; his voice was hoarse where a lump had formed in his throat. "Its just been so long, and nothings come up…every child sized body they find on the news…every kid found by detectives abroad…" he sniffed as his sinuses began to block and salty tears fell faster down his face. Kairi felt her own eyes water, she leaned into him and pulled his arm around her shoulders. He took her in an affectionate hug and let the sobs overtake him.
"Where are you Sora?" she asked in a shuddering whisper, "come home…please."
All was quiet in Disney castle. The early morning sunlight filtered in through the stained glass windows in the hallways where the maids had opened the rich velvet curtains to greet the promising day. The aromatic smells of the day's special breakfast menu wafted into every room that held a sleeping figure. The royal family slept on; lost in their wondrous dreams and happy endings; the very meaning of Disney Land.
All except one, that is. A lone figure stood at the foot of a large 4 poster bed, watching a young boy sleep, lost inside the massive covers that came with the large bed.
King Mickey stood in a thoughtful reverie as his eyes absorbed the sight of his son entangled in the numerous sheets and pillows. His brown and golden spikes of hair still held by an unknown force in the well known style that defied the very laws of physics and Magick. A small smile played on the Kings lips as Prince Sora stirred and rolled onto his side, muttering several curses at a well known pair of guardians assigned to keep an eye on the heir to the throne.
A frown creased onto the kings features as he remembered what his council had informed him of last month.
'The Prince can only be crowned as heir to Your Majesty's throne if he is engaged, married or betrothed. For a king cannot rule without an opposite but equal Queen."
He knew the law well and had dreaded the day he'd have to tell his free-spirited son that in order for him to gain the throne, he'd have to marry, or engage himself before his next birthday. Sure he'd tried to argue for his son's case but the law was the law. And what with Sora's next birthday looming in the distant horizon, the pressures had become unbearable.
He had decided that night, to ask if Sora would like to become King after his own time was up, which could be a while. Then from his answer, he'd decide on what to do.
He gave Sora one last look of dedication and silently slipped out of the boys bedchambers, only to bump into Triq, the head of his Royal Council. He was a tall condescending snake-like being with a greasy fluff ball for hair. He was the newest member, admitted by the Queen. He was the best council member at his job and was very strict but there was something about him that put Mickey right off him. he'd always had a bad feeling about him and his patience was thinning every time they met. This was no exception.
"Have you informed his highness yet your majesty?" he asked in his heavily accented voice. Mickey personally thought it none of his business upon whether he'd told his son or not but replied none the less.
"No. I plan to ask Sora if he would like to become king after me, I'll continue after that." He said holding his head high and leading the suspicious man away from his sons room..
"Ask him? Surely you remember Chapter 813 of The Laws of Disney Royalty?" Triq asked in his annoyingly familiar tone that implied he knew something and wasn't telling him quick enough. Mickey sighed knowing he wasn't going to escape this little lecture.
"Refresh my memory if you must." He said clearly showing his irritation at the man's behaviour. But if Triq had heard or noticed anything he hid it well and began to quote chapter 813 from memory;
"'If the king leaves behind a son, the son will have no choice but to accept the throne and marry immediately to a bride of the councils choice.' So you see, there is no asking his highness if he would like to become heir to Your Majesty's throne." he said smugly.
King Mickey's plan had just been eaten up by the biggest black hole he'd found, and was now back to square one. His heart sank at the thought of informing Sora of his future and how he can't escape it. No father wants to see his son chained to something they're unhappy with but with Sora it seemed all the more devastating. All the more criminal. Injustice.
"Thank you Triq, now I wish to be alone." Mickey said giving the man no room to argue. He walked off down the corridor but had he looked back for one split second, he'd have seen the sly man grin at the Kings predicament and the evil plan that awaited the unsuspecting prince.
A gentle breeze swept across the quiet gardens, giving the place a Magickal aura; though it was a Magickal place already, the place seemed even more serene than before. The Flowers swayed gently to a silent beat, the birds chirped merrily and the garden seemed alive and happy.
Two teen walked along the magnificent gardens of the palace enjoying a nice walk and each others company in a carefree manner. Just talking about rumours in the village and today's specialty on the menu…but such moment must be cherished as they always come to an abrupt end; like now;
"His Highness wishes to speak with his Son privately." A deep throaty voice announced from behind them. Sora and Namine turned at the new guest and found one of the members of the royal court; Tobias. He was a tall lad with a mop of silvery blond hair on his head and amber/brown eyes. He was the youngest member of the council at 19 tears old and he owed his position all to Sora who'd discovered his talent in the small village outside the Castles grounds and presented him to his father, they'd been good friends ever since, regardless of age differences.
Sora gave him a look and Tobias faltered; which sent Sora grinning and Namine giggling silently, which in turn sent Tobias and Sora off too. "Ok ya got me, but seriously your father wants a word with you." he said holding his sides. Laughing hurts you after a while...it does!
"Fine, fine, where is he?" Sora asked chuckling slightly whilst heading back to the castle doors. Tobias had a thoughtful look on his face as he pondered…
"It was either 'by a lobby' or 'in the library' I couldn't understand Triq's accent." He said truthfully.
"Who can?" Sora asked chuckling again. Namine closed her eyes and took slow deliberate breaths.
"I'll find him Prince Sora." she said and frowned in concentration.
Sora felt the wave of Magick as it poured from her and spread outwards across the gardens. He watched as the flowers gained an even healthier glow and the animals suddenly became happier, friendlier. He felt the warmth rise in him and the joyous feeling he always felt when Namine did this. Then as sudden as it started it was gone. Her soft voice penetrated the calm that followed.
"His highness in the Royal Family Library." She said in a singsong voice. Sora gave another award winning smile and she felt her insides melt.
"Thanks Namine," he said and waved goodbye as he set off for the palace door. She watched his retreating back and a small smile appeared on her lips.
"You've got it bad." Tobias said grinning. Namine instantly blushed and turned her gaze to the teen beside her. She frowned at him and glared,
"Got what bad?" she asked daring him to say it.
"The Prince Fever, every girl has it, they all want Sora to be their king in more ways than one." Tobias joked teasingly. Namine huffed and walked away towards the doors;
"And so what if I do?" she asked folding her arms as she entered the palace. Tobias followed and grinned harder.
"Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with wanting to be Sora's fiancée, I'm just saying that if you don't want anyone to notice, then you'd better be more careful." He said quickly and darted of down a conveniently placed corridor. She inwardly fumed and vowed silent revenge before storming off to her tower.
King Mickey nervously awaited Sora's appearance, as he tried to sort out how he was going to tell him what he had to tell him. He paced the room and began running through possible opening speeches, then scolded himself, saying that this was his son he was talking to not a council.
Knock, knock, knock…
He froze. Should he answer? Or could he pretend he wasn't there yet? What was he thinking! He cant run away now, he just had to tell him how it is.
"C...Come in." Damn. He'd stuttered. He hated stuttering because it made him sound weak, which he most certainly was not. He was just nervous.
The huge oak door opened and Sora walked in calmly and closed the ornate door behind him. Mickey's heart dropped even further at the happy smile his son gave him. He managed a brave but weak smile back and gestured for him to sit down.
"You wanted to see me dad?" he asked as Mickey sat down on the plush seat his wife had placed there for when she did her knitting.
"Yes I did." He began and gulped. 'Here goes nothing.' He thought and ploughed onwards with no hesitations. "You are a free spirit Sora and it pains me deeply to pin this responsibility on you but law dictates that I must do so." He explained. Sora nodded carefully, his ocean blue eyes watching his father fidget in his seat as he worked up the courage to continue.
"As my son, you automatically inherit the throne whether you want it or not. But if our family wishes to keep the Throne, you must be married, engaged or betrothed before your next birthday." He watched Sora's face fall and his stomach sank to meet his already buried heart.
"And if I don't want the Throne?" he asked, his eyes pleading for some way out of the predicament but Mickey had been to all exit signs and only found locked doors.
"Then I will be replaced before my time." Mickey sighed hating himself more and more with every second that passed. He watched helplessly as Sora absorbed the information carefully, thinking about his predicament slowly and seeing all sides of the situation.
"And if I don't marry before I turn 16?" he asked his hopeful eyes met fearful ones. Mickey sighed.
"The council will pick a bride for you and you will be declared married whether you are or not." Mickey sighed, "Or they will pick a new king. But the choice is yours, Sora; I won't pressure you into doing anything."
Sora was silent for a good solid ten minutes. He was thinking hard trying to decipher what to do. He could refuse o pick a bride and have the possibility of either being forced to marry someone he'd never met or have his father abdicated.
As much as he hated the idea of marrying at this age, he cherished his Mother and Father more. They'd taken him, given him a place to call home, food to eat, a place to sleep, friends to meet and a life to live. It was the least he could do to repay them for their love and generosity. And if he knew his mother well, which he did, she'd be planning the wedding a long time ago…he didn't want to disappoint her.
He'd do it. He'd marry for his parents…
"Ok, I'll marry." He said smiling. Mickey gave a huge sigh of relief. He rose to his feet still not believing this had gone so well.
"You're sure?" he asked, expecting an outburst or tantrum, but Sora met his eyes with a pained smile.
"After what you've done for me, there is no choice really. I'd do it in a heartbeat." He said kneeling before his Father and hugging him tight.
"You're not obliged to-" Mickey began as he gingerly held the boy in his arms which was difficult seeing as Sora was so much bigger than he.
"I know Dad, but I want to, for you and Mum. I want to do this." Sora interrupted, pulling out of his fathers embrace.
"If you're sure." Mickey said hesitantly still. Sora smiled in a reassuring way.
"I'm sure." He said standing up straight. "Well I'd better be going then." He chuckled. He was actually looking forward to this now that the shock of it all was gone.
"Going where?" Mickey asked, a little shocked at the abrupt ending of the Father/son moment.
"Girl hunting." Sora said with an amused smile and ran off down the hallway laughing his adorable little head off. Mickey quickly followed bellowing out reprimands for Sora's behaviour.
"Sora Mouse you will do no such thing! I will find the right suitors…"
