Parallels
When Sora first awoke in Quadratum and got his wits about him enough to sit up, get to his feet, and go to another room to see if there was anyone with him in this strange new place that he found himself in, found himself meeting Strelitzia… his first thought upon seeing this new girl and not Kairi was disappointment.
And he knew that that wasn't fair in the slightest.
For one thing, Sora knew he should have been thankful to this kind, smiling face explaining everything to him so nicely. And to meet someone who had even taken care of him while he was out.
Sora also, for the record, wanted to say that he wasn't some creep, or single-minded person who thought every ginger he met was Kairi or anything like that.
But there had been something about Strelitzia's smile and mannerisms that reminded him a bit of when Kairi had woken him up on the beach all those years ago, and when he'd noticed that he hadn't been able to help from feeling sad. And then there had even been a little bit of anger that fate had torn him and Kairi apart again.
Though in not wanting to seem rude to his new friend, Sora had tried to wave these feelings away, as he had gone out on the balcony with the orange-haired girl to get a better look at the new city that would be his home for a while, it seemed… this large, bustling city that was much like San Fransokyo, that now made him sick.
It wasn't until later—when Sora was getting a shower, to try and clean off some of the battle with the Darkside that he'd just had—that he let himself return to some of the depressing thoughts he'd been having earlier (and how out of character that was for him, too! Usually Sora tried to think positively).
It just… it just wasn't fair, the Keyblade Master decided. He'd finally realized he'd loved Kairi (in seeing her act of true love for him, and realizing in that moment that what he'd felt for her before had only been a crush, but he could most certainly house feelings of love for her now), only for them to be ripped apart from each other again and again and again, the moment the most beautiful feeling one would ever know began to bloom in his heart. What had they done to deserve such a fate?
More than anything, Sora dreamed of them running into each other's arms now, once they found each other again.
Kairi had run into his arms once… and he had reacted like a poorly programmed robot, that didn't know what to do—as guilt had eaten away at him, in thinking that Kairi had deserved so much better than what he was giving her then: to be embracing her best friend in an enemy's lair, all because she'd gotten kidnapped because of him.
But Sora knew that if he would be so lucky as to see her again, it would be him running towards her this time, and never letting go.
There was just so much he wanted to tell her.
