Familiarity Chapter Three
Mika Kay-I wrote this just after Fam-one, when I decided that since Ven gets these flashes so would Roxas and Sora. This one has less flashes, though I tried to get a few in, just in less obvious ways. Sora is a wonderful character, but is hard to write as serious.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, or any of the characters, just this unique combination of words.
Familiarity Three
Sora
I feel a calm lay over my mind as I walked toward the door, my eyes falling closed. The light leaking out of the cracks was warm against my face and I felt an almost recognition of the warmth. It was only when I open my eyes and see Kairi over me I realize it was only the warmth of the island sun. A moment before Riku interrupts us, I feel a sense of déjà vu a knowledge that he would come upon us, as though this has happened before. The day goes on, flashes of familiarity hitting me randomly. Sparring with a fiend, sitting on a ledge together as the sun sets, being thrown a star. As night falls and we row back home, the uneasy familiarity dulls, but doesn't go away. I smile as my mom berates me for something I forgot to do, and laugh at my dad's antics, but remembrances keep pulling my into my thoughts. All evening I simply lay there as a creeping sense of familiarity pulls at my every thought. Something pulls at my memory, prompting me to look out the window. The sight of the storm sends me running to the docks. On the island, the air is heavy with the approaching storm. Black shapes emerge, unfamiliar but familiar in the way they emerge from the shadows. I run, dodging them, with no way to fight back. Kairi appears before me, and I sense something is wrong, even as she turns and looks at me with haunting dead eyes. Again I run, despairing to find Riku before he too is taken away from me. The relief of seeing him is upset by the foreboding the darkness in his eyes brings. i reach out, I can't lose him, not this time, but my hand falls short and the smile as I fall is too reminiscent of heartbreaks as he fades. I fall grasping at anything, the enclosing darkness, the impossible impressions, but then I grasp something, comfortable weight in my palm. I'm back where I started, holding that something, that something of which I somehow know the name. "Keyblade."