When the World Stops Spinning
Disclaimer: Same as always. Kingdom Hearts doesn't belong to me. These disclaimers are starting to make me feel depressed…
Warning: Mentions of homosexuality and confusion at the end. Also, I'm sorry for the short chapter. I had something else planned for this chapter but it didn't fit right so I free wrote this chapter.
Chapter 4: Sora's dream
Sora and Riku stared at their schedule with twin blank looks. Sora held the black sheet of paper with two fingers an arm length away from his as though it was a disease.
Sora snapped out of his stupor first and glanced at Riku. "Do you think she mixed up the schedules?" he asked hopefully.
"No, she probably just gave use jobs fit for the fools we are." The dark teen replied bitterly, copying a few words of Maleficents's.
"Riku…"
Said teen waved off his friend's concern. "I'm fine", he muttered, "just hate being here." The older teen then turned away to look at the sunset out the window.
The lowering sun made the reverse waterfalls look a light purple and the sun's magnificent waves shone through the window onto Riku turning his hair a delicate purple and giving his skin a warm feel.
It all made a really gorgeous picture. 'I can see why Roxas likes him that way so much,' Sora though to himself.
Then he blinked. Where did that thought come from? Roxas hates Riku, right? After all, Riku forced Roxas to become Sora…
Shaking his head, Sora decided that he needed to get some sleep. All this thinking isn't doing him any good.
Falling backward so he landed on one of the rich-looking, blood-red twin beds, Sora gave a great sigh.
Looking around the room boringly, Sora passed his eyes over the various dark wooden furniture and dark blue walls. The room looked as though Maleficent tried to give it a comfy feel to let the boys' guard down but it didn't work. Both of the boys hated the room as soon as they saw it.
Drifting off to sleep, Sora dumbly thought to himself that the room wasn't so bad. After all, Riku and he can be in the same room instead of split apart in this huge mansion, it's physically comfortable, and there's a bathroom attached. Now if only they could so something about the rich feel of it…
Sora's eyes closed at that last thought and his mind turned to fuzz.
Sora walked around in the darkness. He felt lost and abandoned and his feet kept moving but he wasn't going anywhere.
Foreign emotions attacked his heard as though it was his first time feeling pain and sorrow.
The lost teen choked and fell to the ground while grabbing his aching heart. He had to get out of here. He had to have some sort of human contact before he goes insane.
Namine. Where is Namine? She used to be nearby.
"Namine." Sora called out widely, his cracking, unused voice breaking the silence. "Namine!"
No answer.
She's not there. She left him too.
'It was only a little argument and … well … I had to stop talking to her for awhile. She made me so angry! Did I push away my only friend?'
Giving a sob, Sora crawled into himself, hugging his knees and shaking. Feeling cold and miserable, Sora blanked out.
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Author's Note: That last part may have been a little confusing. To try to make that part a little clearer, I want to point out that when Sora is dreaming, he doesn't realize that he's dreaming. Also, I don't know about you guys but if I dream that I'm a junior high student again, I don't think twice about it. I'm using that same theory with Sora. While in his dream, Sora doesn't question why he's in a weird place lamenting over an argument he never had.