The Season of May (A Kingdom Hearts Story)

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“Hey,” Sen said, sitting next to her. Midori looked at Sen

“Oh, hi,” Midori answered. She turned her attention to the sea, again.

“What are you thinking about?”

“My friend.”

“Your friend?”

“I came here to get help, but now I can’t get back.”

“Why do you need help?”

“My friend…he’s…dying.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Sen stared at the sea as well. “Haku will get us back to the human side of the river. He said he would.”

“He seems nice. You seem nice, too, Sen.”

“Midori, Sen isn’t my real name.” The wind blew by. Midori felt it blow the hair out of her face.

“It isn’t?” She asked.

Sen shook her head. “It’s really Chihiro. Midori isn’t your real, is it? Do you remember your real name?” Midori blankly stared at her.

“Real name?”

“Ubabaa took your name. Do you have any memories of your real name?”

Midori thought for awhile. She slowly reached into her pocket and pulled out the card. She stared at it. “May…” She read. She looked at Sen. “Is that my name?”

“It has to be,” said Sen.

“Haku made me write this card.”

“He must be helping you, too.” They both stared at the sea, each lost in there own thoughts. May…Midori thought. How could forget my name, but not my past? Sen suddenly stood up.

“Look! It’s Haku!” Sen shouted, pointing out to sea. Midori stood up and looked to where Sen had pointed. It wasn’t Haku. It was a white Asian dragon. It was being attacked by what looked like thousands of white birds.

“That’s not Haku!” Midori said.

“Yes it is! He can change into a dragon! We have to help him!”

They both shouted his name. They got his attention; he zoomed past the birds an flew into the room.

“We have to shut the doors!” Sen said. They managed to shut one of the doors, but the birds came to fast. Midori felt them sticking to her, and from what she could see, they were covering Sen as well. They both ripped the birds off and reality stuck them. They were only paper dolls! The watched them fly out of the open door, never to be seen again.

Sen spun around and cried, “Haku!” Blood dripped out of his mouth as he growled at them. He zoomed out of the room and up to Ubabaa’s office. “He’s hurt!” Sen cried, again. “We have to help him!” They both ran out on the balcony. They were too worried to noticed one paper doll that stayed behind, stuck to Sen’s back.

“Look,” Midori said. “We climb up that ladder over there.” She pointed to ladder in the distance that ran up to Ubabaa’s office. The only way to get over to it was to run across an old pipe. “Let’s do it. I’ll go first.”

They silently counted to three, and Midori climbed onto the pipe, Sen right on her tail. She ran quickly across the pipe. Midori looked back and saw the pipe breaking off from the building. Both girls ran faster. Midori dove for the ladder and made it before it broke. She grabbed Sen before she fell and pulled her up to the bottom bar of the ladder.

“You okay?” Midori asked. Sen nodded, and they began to climb up the ladder. They were almost to the top when the noticed Ubabaa fly into her office. She sort of looked like a large crow. Luckily, she didn’t see them. They continued to the top and were in front of a window. They crawled onto the ledge, and tried to push it open. It was locked, so they pushed harder.

The paper doll slipped past them and through the window cracked. It unlocked the window and the girls tumbled into a bathroom with a large tub. They hit marble floor, but they were okay. They quickly got up and ran out. They were suddenly in a new room made of cushions. Midori looked at the ceiling and noticed it looked like a sunny sky. She guessed Ubabaa was in a near by room because she could hear her voice:

“That spirit is destroying everything! It must be stopped. Bring Sen to me at once!” Ubabaa barked. “Yuck! Haku’s bleeding everywhere! Get rid of him; he’ll be dead soon anyway.” No… Midori thought. He’s dying like Suoh! And what are they talking about? A spirit is destroying the bathhouse?

They both heard footsteps. Somebody was coming! Midori ran behind a curtain while Sen drove in a large pile of pillows. Midori peeked out from behind the curtain and spotted Ubabaa walk in. She started digging through the pillows and Midori’s body became tense. She sighed under her breath when she stopped digging. Midori could see a giant baby’s head popping out of the pillows.

“I’m sorry, Sweetheart,” Ubabaa said. “Did Mommy wake you up? Go back to sleep.” The baby moaned a little, and crawled back under the pillows. Ubabaa put the pillows over the baby and walked towards Midori. Midori’s body grew tense, again, but Ubabaa simply pulled a rope near her. The ceiling magically changed from sky filled with sunlight to a bright night. When Ubabaa left the room, Midori ran over to where Sen was. She saw Sen coming out, but she was suddenly pulled back in.

(From Chapter 13: The Sixth Station)

[Rael Ultima]

I like it! It's cool how different the worlds are. I also love Phantom of the Opera and .hack, so kudos for putting them in! Keep up the good work.

[Cameron]

...This is copied almost word for word from Spirited Away, a film by Hiyao Miyazaki. What little isn't plaguerized is extremly flat and uninteresting. You have no backround for the story, none of your characters have anything even resembling a personality, which I hear is quite popular amongst the youngin's these days. You wanna be hip and sexy? Then add fricken depth to your people, whether they're unoriginal or not!
Also...I think it's Yubaba, but I'm not sure.
Make it go away mommy...No, mommy...I don't want any more anti-freeze in my tea...but isn't cyanied bad...? (add inconsistant mutterings here)
Seriously though, make it go not mental contamination and resulting deterioration.
Unless, of course...you're the T Virus...I got some of that in my cheese once...But I digress.

~Fenris Etheral

EDIT:Aracely? WTF sort of name is that? I can understand May just fine...but I can't even pronounce that...
Call her Annarchy, or something vaguely symbolistic like that...