A/N: Okay, so this is actually just the same thing as before, except in Sora's point of view (as EyesWideShut41 requested). So, yeah, enjoy!
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts is not mine. In other words, I don't own it.
The sky above me was the same color as the pavement below my feet: gray. The clouds overhead were clumped together to form one giant, colorless wad of cotton candy. Well, at least it looked like cotton candy to me…point is, it was overcast. Water began to fall from the sky. No, not from the endless thing above me; from me, Sora. I was crying.
Today was the first day of kindergarten, and I was alone, walking down the cracked sidewalk with no one to accompany me but my shadow. My dad was currently in the mainland visiting my uncle, and my mom had to leave early for an important meeting at work, so I was forced to walk to school all by myself. But that wasn't why I was upset. I was used to being alone; it happened a lot now that my mom had a new job. What I was upset about was school. To put it simply, I was dreading it.
My older brother, Cloud, and his best friend, Leon, had told me horrible things about school. There was no naptime (you were forced to stay awake all day), and instead of playing the whole time (which I did in preschool), you actually had to do work and learn stuff. Oh, and you were kept locked up for a whole two hours longer than in preschool! It was torture! But the worst part, the part I was dreading the most, was the fact that this prison was run by witches who made you write until your fingers fell off and scolded you for having fun!
With each step I took, my heart beat faster and faster, until it felt like it would burst from fright. Stop crying, Sora, I told myself. You're a big boy now. You know big boys don't cry. Cloud and Leon are big boys, have you ever seen them cry? No.
It suddenly dawned on me that I had been standing in front of the school for a good five minutes. I looked up at my prison as it towered above me. Then, the bell rang. I opened the front doors and ran down the hallway until I found my classroom. This is it, I thought. No turning back now. Wiping my eyes, I slowly opened the classroom door and stepped through the doorway.
Toys. Plastic teacups, animals (both stuffed and plastic), crayons, colored paper, board games, and a costume box. This is the sight that greeted me upon entering the class room. That and a whole bunch of people I didn't know. And, frankly, I wasn't sure if I wanted to know them. My thoughts were interrupted by the teacher (or at least, she looked like the teacher) as she stood up on a little platform and rang a little bell. The room was instantly silent.
"Hello, class," she said in an overly sweet tone. "Settle down, please. I'd like everyone to get into a circle on the floor now."
At her words, the room's occupants immediately began to sit on the floor. I looked around for a place to sit and spotted a small tree stump in the corner. It was as good a place to sit as any. After making myself comfortable, a looked around the room, observing my classmates.
As my cerulean eyes scanned the room, they landed on one of the strangest looking boys I'd ever seen. And I meant strange in a good way. There, across the room and sitting in his mother's lap (she almost looked like his throne), was a little boy with silver hair that framed his face perfectly. It reminded me of the moon. The picture was perfected with the two turquoise orbs that were his eyes. I decided then and there that he was an angel.
Suddenly, his eyes were on me, and I quickly shifted my gaze downward. Too scared the look up, my eyes remained at my feet, even when the teacher told us to go around and say our names. I was so preoccupied with the colors in the rug that I missed just about everyone else's name, including the angel boy.
Then, it was my turn. Keeping my head down, I quietly said my name.
"Sora…"
It was recess, and I was free from the classroom. Like the classroom, there were a lot of toys to play with. But I wasn't exactly keen on playing by myself, and I didn't know anyone.
I scanned the playground, and once again my eyes landed on the silver haired angel. He was alone, staring at his feet like I had earlier. I gathered up the courage to go and talk to him, After all, I still didn't even know his name.
I walked steadily toward him, and when I was right next to him, I spoke.
"Hi…What's your name?"
The angel looked up. He stared at me for a second, a little unsure, before answering. "Riku," he replied simply. He paused, and then spoke again. "What's yours?"
"Sora," I replied, confidence growing. His aqua eyes were fixed on me, and I stared back into them, lost. Suddenly, I realized that it was my turn to say something again, so, pursing my lips together, I said the first thing that came to mind. "Do you want to play with me?" I asked hopefully.
Riku stared at me. My heart fell. He doesn't want to…Then, Riku spoke.
"Sure!" he cried, nodding his head enthusiastically. I grinned. And it wasn't your everyday grin, it was my trademark Sora grin.
I had a friend, and not just your normal friend, but a best friend.
A/N: Well, there it is. The same thing but in Sora's POV. I hope it was still good…
This was a little harder than the other one, as this wasn't based on my memories, so, as I said above, hopefully it's still good.
Anyways, please review! They make me oh so very happy…
