Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts.

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Spoilers: Yes lots

Type: Drabble

Um, well here's chapter two. Yay?


Belief

The sun was a shimmering orange glow on the horizon, making the ocean and the sky swirl with color, painting the most wondrous of colors. Blue eyes, the deepest blue one could only dream about, watched reddish waves lap on the beach and fluffy purple clouds lazily drift across a fiery sky.

In his hands he held a yellow star-shaped fruit – famous by legend. The Paopu.

'They say…'

He watched the sun continue to drop. The waves were losing their color but not their majesty. They only looked more endearing the darker they got and he found that a familiar, childish glee was filling him. Reminders of midnight swims in a hurry to win a race or a contest to catch a fish by moonlight or just plain streaking because of a dare filled his head. The sky was turning velvet. The stars were beginning to shine out and call to him, reminding him of his many adventures into the deep Atlantic, onto desert sands of Agrabah or even as a feral beast on the pride lands. They twinkled happily; shining in gratitude for all that he has done in his life to make sure they continued to sparkle.

He was never alone. As he grew into life he always had his parents, his mother who forever gave him bedtime stories, who always quieted his fears and his father who always showed his pride and taught him how to swim and fish. Then he met Riku, his very first friend. The confident boy, who wasn't afraid of the shadows and was curious of every little thing. Selphie, Tidus and Wakka the next three he met – the romantic, the excitable and the laidback, respectively. Kairi, the woman he knew he was destined to fall in love with. She was loving and strong-willed and sociable.

And then the sky broke to pieces. Riku got lost in darkness; Kairi's heart was intertwined with his and he was given the keyblade. And still he was never alone. Leon, Yuffie, Cloud, Aerith and oh so many others from oh so many worlds. Donald and Goofy, his companions along every step, helping him take down Ansem and the heartless, then the organization, then nobodies and the heartless again then Xemnas.

'…if two people share…'

Of course he could go into more detail, play out ever little scene again and again. He could tell you his first adventure: of how he had locked the worlds from darkness, had swum as a half dolphin in the ocean, had met a crazy cat in wonderland, had fought many battles in the coliseum and won, had to take down his best friend, had stabbed himself with a keyblade, safely watched Kairi return to Destiny Islands while Riku was locked away in Kingdom Hearts, striving to find him. He could tell you of how he fell asleep and he set out on another adventure, met Roxas, met Santa Claus, sung in the deep oceans, became a lion, found Riku (more than once, though the arrogant jerk never told) nearly lost Kairi (again) found that she was a fairly good fighter for someone who hardly ever picked up a wooden sword and a final fight with a very evil man led both him and Riku back to Destiny Islands – back to Kairi.

But he wouldn't dwell. He'd done that so much over the past 7 years; it got a bit tiring even for this hero.

And he wouldn't let them either. He'd caught Riku's eyes more than once looking out at the ocean, eyes darkening with self-loathing for something he couldn't quite seem to forgive himself for. He'd heard that tremor in Kairi's voice when they talked about the past – that silent apology as if she felt she could have done something more and her own personal anger for ever forgetting him.

It was over. All of it. They could make peace with the past finally and move on. But never forget.

'…a paopu,…'

The sun was gone. The darkness was deep but not so much that it was threatening. In fact, for him, it was a comfort. He no longer had anything to fear.

They were ready.

Sora lifted the fruit and solemnly, silently, broke it in half. Then he broke it a third time. To his right he gave a piece to soft hands with feminine nails painted a pretty pink today – hands that had only a few times ever held a weapon and usually only a playful butter knife to keep him away from cooling cookies. To his left he placed another piece in more callused hands with strong, long fingers – hands that could move a keyblade in beautiful, graceful arcs that on more than one occasion had saved his life. And in his own hands, the hands of a hero, he held the third piece.

'…their hearts will forever be…'

He knew he was breaking the legend. It said two. Not five, not sixty, two. But he was never able to be completely honest. Sometimes rules were meant to be broken. Besides, what else could he do? One was his light, one was his darkness and he knew he could never give up either. They were what kept him fighting even when everything began to spiral down and he thought he'd never be able to stand again just a simple thought of silver hair or a sparkling, lip-glossed smile had him on his feet again, fighting with renewed vigor.

"Ready?" He asked with a grin, looking at his two lovers. They both gave him an affirmative nod, and that was all he needed. "Let's eat!"

And they did.

'…intertwined.'


A/N: I think this one's cute.

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