Me: Well here it is, Chapter 2.
Roxas: Yay!
Sora: While those two are celebrating, I just have to say that we are sorry for the shortness of the chapters and we'll try to make it up with a good ending times 2.
Zexion: If you're wondering what he means, you'll have to find out for yourself.
Me: Anyway, read on. Sorry again for the shortness but it's a tricky story to right. And short chapters help build the suspense. He he he...
At school, he was always a loner. It didn't matter how much he tried to fit in, he always failed. Miserably. So he gave up. Now he just kept to himself, only talking when it was needed. He didn't even know why he had a phone. He never used it. He just sat, alone, afraid of what he may find at home. Today was a one day trip. He strode onto the platform, where he had given up trying to fit in. He always called it his "platform of surrender" because of that. He just wasn't meant to be popular. And it didn't help that he was an orphan. At least on trips like this, he could immerse himself in history. It was one of the few good things about his life, the others being his mum and hot chocolate. That thought was depressing so he tried not to think it. The things that were bad were too many to count but they included caffeine, his dad and, for no apparent reason, blue. He hated the colour blue. But that was probably the bruises his dad inflicted.
Dad. He didn't deserve to be called that. He didn't deserve Aerith and he doesn't deserve freedom. This thought kept playing back in his head, over and over again. But he still called him dad. He slapped Sora if He wasn't called dad. So he didn't. Aerith deserved being called that but she wasn't his real mum. But she was the closest he had, and his best friend.
It was a good day at the museum. He managed to lose himself in the exhibitions and managed to forget about him for a few hours. It was bliss. Except for the section showing replicas of knives. He had had an aversion to knives since he cut Sora, nearly causing him to die. But then he had to go home at the end of the day. He was dreading it.
When he arrived, he found his bedroom door open. It had been fixed, probably by Aerith. She was good like that, if a bit overly-tidy. She didn't deserve him one bit. But now was wide open. He could see some red through it. That was strange. There wasn't any red in his room. He was nervous. He crept forwards, looked through the door, and gasped.
Me: I think they're done out there.
Axel: OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW!
Me: Oops. My mistake...Anyway, read on. Um, Sora's starting to get angry so I'd better be quick. Reviews are the moon to my wolf. So please review. And please read on. And don't kill me Sora!
Sora: YOU! Made me into a sad lonely little boy who only has three good things in his life. Why shouldn't I kill you?
Me: Because...(Aha!) otherwise you won't be able to read the ending. Now calm down. Your turning into that weird Heartless-like thing you turn into sometimes. The thing everyone calls Anti-Sora. Anyway, we'll see you all next time. Bye! And thanks for reading!