Disclaimer: Sora's not mine, his father's not mine, I only own my insanity. Maybe a bag of Cheetos, if I'm lucky.
A/N: Messy hair does not equal spikey hair. In other words, Sora is not his father's clone. Also, I've read some stories where Sora's father is abusive, and I wanted to counter that idea. I know that no mention of him is ever made in the games, but this was too cute not to write. I didn't feel comfortable giving him a name, so I had to make do.
' Daddy': by Manic Grasshopper (10/11/06)
The memory was old; he'd only been three, maybe four, at the time.
His father held him up high overhead, moving him lazily through the air.
"Sora's a cloud! He's a big, puffy white cloud in the sky!"
Sora giggled wildly, small hands reaching down toward messy brown hair and vibrant blue eyes.
"Daddy! Wanna hug!"
Moments later, he was lowered from the dizzying height into a fierce hug.
"You're a good boy, Sora." The man rubbed the child's back gently as he spoke. "Not to mention a handsome one." His voice held a touch of pride.
The warmth of his father's hand stroking his back was soothing. Sora closed his eyes, yawning slightly. As he drifted to sleep, his father whispered to him, "Be good for your mother."
It would be the last time he heard his voice.