Clear blue skies. Sunny, warm air. Seagulls lulling lazily. Breeze blowing softly.
The boy with the spiky brunette hair was swimming around in the salty ocean, chasing hopelessly after the quickly swimming fish. He was a very young boy, only about six or seven years old. Another boy with short, silver hair, about a year older than he, was swimming around some distance away, chasing after fish as well. The boys, although the best of friends, were very competitive, and every day proved to be a new contest.
"Got one!" The older boy cried out, holding up a small fish proudly. The brunette pouted, but became even more determined to catch a fish of his very own.
Gotta get one! I'm not letting Riku beat me this time!
He stopped splashing around, hoping to cease scaring the fish if he was.
And that's when he saw him.
As the water settled, a reflection came into picture. Not his own, but another's.
Another little boy. With spiky, golden-brown hair. And bright blue eyes that matched the skies.
Huh? The brunette leaned closer into the water, to get a bette—
"Hey!"
The boy turned around, to see Riku holding up yet another fish. "This isn't much of a contest if you're lookin' at yourself in the water!" He laughed. The brunette laughed too, and turned back to look at the reflection.
But now it was his own.
That's funny…maybe I'm seeing stuff?
He shrugged, and began to splash and swim around, determined to beat his young friend.
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Now, you might be curious. Why did I not say Sora's name? Why did I not call the other little boy Roxas? After all, we ALL knew who they were.
It is because, about nine or ten years later, Sora found out names didn't matter.
They're both the same person.
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A drabble about a childhood memory Sora (may've) have. I think it's sorta cute, and the ending piece is true, too. :D