AN/ so I am still searching for a good way to bring back the keyblade. I know what will happen, just not how to say it. So, expect that after this chapter it will be awhile before I update again.

P.S. during the picture scene, When I say beautiful fourteen year old girl...I mean in the picture, now shes 22. and since we are on the subject. I have always believed that Sora is older than rikku by two months so Sora is 23 and Rikku is 22 as well.

Chapter 6: What will we do?

Kairi walked into her house and sat down, transferring the nearly gone cigarette from her hand to the ashtray. She observed her surroundings with a quiet apprehension. The smell of vomit reached her nostrils sending a wave of panic rushing down her spine. Sora was sitting on the bed with his head buried in his hands in such a way that told her where the smell was coming from. She stamped out the last smoldering remains of the cigarette with her finger, and made her way to Sora.

"What happened?"

Sora looked deep into her eyes and began to relate his story. He talked for several minutes without pause. Through it all Kairi listened with poise, drinking in his words, trying vainly to find an answer. She stared at him when he finished, neither happy nor sad at all she had heard.

"So what does it mean?" She asked Sora.

"I have no clue babe," He replied. "However I do know that if there is anything that I can do to stop whatever will happen to you, not even god himself could stop me."

A faint smile played itself across Kairi's mouth but was brushed aside quickly. "Does Rikku know?" she asked.

Sora shook his head. "But I do need to see him."

Kairi knelt beside Sora and buried her face in his chest. "Before you go," she said, "I need to do this." Kairi's lips touched Sora's as she put all her passion and love for him into one kiss. "Whenever you need me, I will be there. If anything happens I will come running. And I know that the same goes for you."

Sora looked at her smugly, "How can you possibly know that?"

"I just do Sora," she said.

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"So why did you come man?"

Sora was sitting opposite Rikku in the living room of Rikku's middle class apartment. Like Kairi, Rikku had taken Sora's story in stride. Rikku, however, had a weird sense of sarcastic understanding about the whole situation. This did not suit him well at all. Sora glanced at the clock but said nothing. Kairi would start to worry if Sora didn't call her soon. Sora cracked his knuckles searching for a reply. However nothing came to him so he stayed silent.

"Cat got your tongue?" asked Rikku.

"No, it's not that…I really don't know what to say. I mean, I know that you want to help, but I am just so confused."

Rikku gave Sora a penetrating look. "Believe me man, I know. You probably feel the same way that I did with the whole Ansem shit. I really didn't know what to do, and as condescending as it sounds…it will get better."

Sora couldn't look up anymore.

Rikku felt the awkwardness creep into the room. Searching for a better topic he asked, "Soooo you and Kairi huh? It's about goddamn time!"

A small brotherly scuffle broke out among them. When it was over Sora asked, "So your not mad?"

Rikku winked. "Jealous maybe, but not mad. So you two are together. My little boy's growing up. I'm so pro…" Sora roughly pushed Rikku into the wall just as the phone started to ring.

Rikku walked from the room rubbing his shoulder. Sora heard the receiver lift from the phone. Rikku's muffled voice floated down the hall. Sora waited for Rikku to come back. His eyes wandered from the chair to the pictures on the mantel place. One in particular caught his eye, the picture of he, Rikku, and Kairi some years ago on the beach. As Sora stared at the picture, he noticed a change come over the photo. Kairi changed from a beautiful fourteen year old girl to a bloody corpse. Rikku's face flushed into a demonic smile promising evil intent. And Sora…Sora was softly crying standing beneath Rikku and over Kairi. Sora stared more and more at these images. They haunted him, frightened him, nearly killed him.

"Well, Kairi isn't freaking out anymore, in case your curi…dude WHAT THE FUCK? Are you ok man?"

Sora had slunk to the floor softly sobbing, Diary of Jane softly playing on the radio, matching his sobs beat for beat.

Rikku stared at his friend. Having never seen Sora cry like this, He was completely dumbfounded. He tried to comfort Sora, tried to help him, but nothing worked. Everything he tried seemed to have no effect on Sora. He just kept on sobbing and Rikku couldn't understand why. Whatever had happened to Sora must have been truly traumatizing. Rikku decided to call Kairi and explain what had happened. Maybe she could explain or would have a clue what had happened to Sora.

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Kairi waited by the window. Her conversation with Rikku had been short, but she could tell that this was about his black outs. She jumped every time a car drove by. She was so on edge that even cigarettes weren't even helping. An audible sigh of relief escaped from her lips when Rikku pulled into the driveway. She ran to the door knocking over a lamp in her haste. Rikku was walking up the drive beside Sora, who was wearing a look of both fear patronization.

When Sora and Rikku walked through the door Kairi threw herself on Sora. "ARE YOU OK? Rikku didn't explain anything. He just told me what had happened. Then he hung up when you started throwing up again."

"I'm fine honey. I just need some rest." said Sora.

He kissed her lips and walked towards the bedroom.

"WAIT! Is anybody going to tell me anything?" screamed Kairi now practically frantic.

"Rikku will explain it," said Sora, "I am so sorry babe; I just desperately need some sleep. I love you. Goodnight. Rikku, thanks for the lift man."

"No prob," said Rikku turning to Kairi. "Now you and I have a lot of talking to do.