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Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts. I own Imani.
He hated her.
Give me a chance, she begged him back then. I have what it takes to defy the odds. Give me a chance to use it. Blah blah blah blah blah.
He gave her a chance. He was giving her a chance right now. What was she doing with it? She was running with it…running away from everyone…running away from the people who trusted her…from her friends who thought she trusted them enough to let them help.
Insulting. Downright insulting.
"Let's try the beast's castle…I mean, the prince's castle."
He swallowed his groan as the rest of the significantly more hopeful, trusting, we're on an important mission so we have to work together and not bite off each other's heads group voiced agreement. He made no effort to try to dispel the thick cloud of frustration hovering around him, though, even when Riku and Zexion shot him exasperated glances.
He hated her right now. No icy glare or sharp comment aimed at him was going to change that.
As his atoms realigned in the middle of an empty ballroom, he stretched out the kinks in his neck and exhaled tiredly. This visit had better give them a lead. Exhaustion was beginning to weigh down his limbs.
"Let's see if we can find anyone…"
His eyes roamed the foyer as they stepped out of the ballroom and he let out a low whistle. "This place sure is a lot brighter since the last time I came," he commented.
The duck crossed his arms and squawked something in reply…but he couldn't understand.
Whatever.
"Ah! Monsieur Sora!"
Two guys rushed towards their group and immediately the passé questions spewed out: What were they doing here? Was something wrong? Did they know why Imani left the castle as suddenly as she had appeared?
Wait. That wasn't passé.
"You just missed her!" one of the guys told them, bidding the group to follow him up one of the staircases. "She fought this strange blue monster and then disappeared!"
Strange blue monster…?
"Did she say where she went?" Sora asked hopefully.
"No," the other guy—the prince, he assumed—answered as he burst through one of the doors in the hallway and strode towards the other end of the room, "but I have something that might help you find her."
As he watched the prince snatch something off a table, he nearly slapped his forehead and rolled his eyes. Of course. Why didn't anyone think of this sooner?
"Show us where Imani has run to," the prince demanded, holding up the mirror for everyone to see.
The moment he spotted short dark hair and wide eyes, he turned and ran out. He didn't bother taking the stairs one or even two at a time, choosing to leap off the top step and landing before the double-doors of the ballroom.
She'd better be there. He was gonna make her remember who her friends—who her family were.
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