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Registered: Mar 2006 Location: n. 1. a place of settlement, activity, or residence; 2. a place or situation occupied Age: 20 Posts: 5,441 |  Re: KH:TFF... The Sequel...
Hey.
No I don't, sorasheart. Sorry ^-^;
And thanks for the great comments, everyone. It's great to speak to you all again! ^-^
I won't blab on too much, I'll just post the chapter. ^-^
Chapter Two
Sora slowly trudged through the hollow hallway, heard his heavy footsteps echoing through the silent air. He peered into each open doorway as he went, looking for her. Leaning into the doorway of the living room, he gave a weak smile as he eyed his favourite photograph. He heard a sudden noise, stopped dead. Muffled by distance, his senses told him it was coming from the kitchen, whatever it was. Quickening his pace, he found the half-open door, lit by the glow of a light. The noise grew louder as he neared the kitchen, and he prepared himself for what he might find.
But as he reached the door, his heart became leaden with hot, uncomfortable guilt as he found just what the noise was. It was sobbing. She was sobbing. Gently pushing the door open with one hand, he gingerly entered the room.
The kitchen was of medium size, with light wooden floors, and cornflower blue walls. The benches were lightly coloured wood too, and the cabinets were painted white. The table stood at the centre of the room. Kairi was hunched over in a seat, sobbing into her arms, leaning on the table. She did not notice his presence, did not even look up as he came into the room. Troubled to see her so distraught, he approached her, pulling up a chair to sit by her. She jumped up as the chair squeaked against the floor. Startled, she quickly rubbed her eyes, tried to hide her tears. But it was too late.
“What’s wrong?” Sora whispered, a concerned tone evident in his quiet voice. She avoided his fretful gaze, replied with stuttering, mumbled words.
“I could ask you the same question,” she responded, sniffing, resting her elbows on the table. She held her head in her hands, her eyes staring downwards. Sora felt the guilt come rushing up again, sighed to himself. The following silence was tense, broken up by Kairi’s sniffs. Sora looked at the floor, then back at Kairi.
“Come on, Kairi,” he whispered again, quietly frustrated, “won’t you tell me?” Kairi looked back up at him, her eyes red and sore.
“That’s just it, Sora,” she replied, deciding to open up to him, “I want to ask you the same thing. You just mope around, then disappear without any warning. You won’t even tell me what’s wrong with you.” Feeling guilty at her words, he breathed a despairing sigh, pushed back in his chair, as if to leave. Kairi grabbed his arm before he could stand, her eyes filling with more tears, her anxiety showing in her entire face. “You see?! Please, don’t just walk away - ”
Pulling away from her grasp, unable to tell her how he felt, he paced towards the kitchen door. He just had to get out of there, could not face what he had unwittingly done to her. Until now, he had no idea of how worried she was about him, had no idea just how much this was hurting her, too. And now, knowing her true feelings, the guilt was swallowing him up.
“I’ll be back later,” Sora sighed. “I’m sorry.” He hid the guilt he felt inside, knowing she was right. It was not that he did not want to talk to her. In truth, he really did want her to know what was wrong, but thought she may not share his view, and so fail to understand how he felt. So he stayed quiet, out into the hallway. Kairi stood up at the table, her head in her hands.
“I love you, Sora,” she whispered desperately to herself, the tears flowing fast down her face. “All I want to do is help you, why can’t you see that?”
Hearing her words, Sora stopped walking away, stood still in the hallway. She was opening up to him, making such an effort to help him - just as she had been for months, ever since she noticed something was wrong with him. He leaned against the wall, slumped down onto the cold, wooden floor. How could he have been so selfish, putting her through all this turmoil worrying about him? True, he had been filled with feelings of despair, desperate for a more meaningful life, but he did not want Kairi to suffer due to his feelings.
He looked up at her, gestured for her to sit by him on the floor. Shrunken and small, childlike standing before him, she reached out to take his hand as she approached him. Taking her hand with a warm touch, holding it tightly in his own, huge hand, he gently pulled her closer. He took her into his strong arms, truly embracing her for the first time in months. They sat together in silence, tightly holding each other as if they had been apart for a lifetime.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his face buried in her shoulder, her hair softly caressing his face. He felt his crystalline eyes filling with tears, couldn’t stop them tumbling down his pale cheeks. “I shouldn’t have kept everything from you, Kai.” Pulling away so he could see her face, he gently caressed her soft skin, wiping away her silver tears. Smiling at his touch, she graciously accepted his efforts, knowing he did not intend to hurt her at all.
“It’s alright,” she whispered back, gazing into his eyes. Although he had opened up to her, the pain still remained in his eyes, much to her despair. Taking a deep breath, putting one hand over his, she tried again, one last time. “What’s the matter, Sora?” Blinking, he avoided her gaze, torn between emotions. Despite feeling more willing to discuss his thoughts, he still felt a sense of apprehension - he feared she would take his feelings to heart, misunderstanding what he meant. Yet, telling her would give him the chance to explain himself, unlike staying silent. Slowly, his eyes found hers again.
“Kai,” he began, breathing a sigh to compose himself, “remember everything that happened when we were younger?” Her face seemed to be stuck between emotions at this point, in limbo between happiness and sadness. Nodding, she awaited what he would say next. “Do you ever wish that things would be… like that again?” Her expression turned to one of confusion, eyes narrowed in scepticism.
“What do you mean?” her words were preceded by a lengthy pause. “Like, being with Donald and Goofy?” Sora scratched his head.
“Kinda,” he replied, trying to find words to express his feelings. Then a thought occurred to him. She might not truly understand just what he meant. “I guess you didn’t get to experience what I mean…” Kairi played with the buttons on his shirt, looking up into his eyes.
“Sora, what are you talking about?” she asked, watching his changing expression.
“Well, while I was searching for you and Riku,” he explained, “it took me to a lot of different worlds. I met a whole lot of new people, and I got to explore all these places I couldn’t even imagine.” He spoke from the heart, expressing a certain love. “And it was always so much fun, y’know?” Kairi looked doubtful.
“But… back then, we were all separated,” she replied, “you were having fun then?” Sora held his hands up, shaking his head.
“No, that’s not what I mean,” he quickly corrected her. He tried to think of an example that she could relate with. Then, one sprung to mind. “Foris!” She nodded, remembering this green, leafy world. It was so beautiful out there, a tiny, wonderful world where Taiko and his family lived together. “Remember how me, you and Riku went from Square-One to Foris?” She nodded again. “Well, when I was out with Donald and Goofy, it was just like that. Discovering all these new places, meeting new people…” He looked saddened at this point, looking at the opposite wall. “It just makes all this…” Gesturing with wide arms, his eyes directed to the floor, he sighed.
“Makes all this…?” she repeated his last words, hoping he would elaborate. It didn’t make much sense.
“It makes this seem…” he breathed, silently wishing she would not take his words the wrong way, “well, meaningless.” He closed his eyes, seeing her nose wrinkling at his revelation. “Kai, please don’t think I mean us. It’s not us, I swear.” Hearing footsteps, he opened his eyes. Kairi had wandered off down the hallway, leaning on the white doorframe of the living room. “Hear me out, Kairi. You wanted me to tell you.” She looked at him, her eyes glassy and light in the dark room. “It’s just that…” She interrupted him.
“You’re bored?” she suggested, still looking at him. “You want to be out there fighting?”
“Kairi,” he sighed, “you know I don’t want to be fighting.” She tilted her head to one side.
“Then you’re just bored?” she replied, feeling a little hurt. She had misunderstood his meaning, just as he’d thought she would.
“No…” he began. Then he stopped. “Well… yeah. But not how you’re thinking.” He stood up too, slowly approaching her. Her arms were folded tightly across her chest. The luminescence from the moonlight lit her petite features with a milky glow, against the intense, bleak darkness in the hallway.
“Then how do you mean it?” she whispered, her voice soft as the gentle glow on her face.
“I told you, not with us,” he replied, standing before her at the opposite side of the doorframe. “You have to understand that.” The sincerity in his voice forced her to believe this, and so she nodded, listening to what he had to say. “It’s just… we know there are other worlds out there, just asking to be explored. And I saved them all. Twice.” Kairi nodded slowly. “Now, when I think about all that happened, I feel… pointless.” She narrowed her eyes at him, unsure of what he meant.
“Pointless?” she repeated. He scratched his neck.
“For lack of a better word,” he responded, raising a weak smile. “Like… like I could be doing so much more, y’know?”
“Like what?” she replied. “The Darkness is gone, Sora. You defeated it. Even if you could get back out there, then there’s nothing for you to do.” Sora shrugged.
“To be honest, Kai,” he sighed, “I know there’s nothing for me to do out there. It’s just that when I think about all that I did back then, it makes what I’m doing now seem kinda insignificant. I go out to work, come back, then go out to work again. I want to do more.” He spoke with passion, meaning each word he said. He paced forward, standing in the living room. It was dark outside, but bright moonlight streamed in through the window. “I want… adventure. I want to see the King, Donald and Goofy again, I want to know how Taiko and his family are.” Slowly stepping towards the window, pressing his spread hand against the cold windowpane, he breathed a sigh. “But I’ll never know.” He felt a sudden, warm touch on his shoulder.
“When you put it like that,” she began, trying to empathise with him, “I want to know all that, too. And I wish I’d seen some more worlds.” Empathising with him, now that his feelings were out in the open, she took his hand, leading him over to the sofa. She sat him down, before sitting next to him. “But I guess you’re right. There’s no chance of you knowing, Sora, as much as I hate to admit it. I guess you‘ll just have to accept it.” He sighed, throwing his head back into the cushions.
“Believe me, I’ve tried,” he whispered. “It’s the first thing I tell myself every morning. And the thing is, it never works.” Kairi stayed quiet for a few moments.
“Maybe you should talk to Riku about this,” she mused, rubbing her chin in thought. “I mean, he’d understand about this a little better than me. He got to explore some of the worlds too. Maybe he kinda feels the same way as you.” Sora shook his head.
“I doubt it,” he sighed despairingly. “And even if he did feel the same way as I do, he probably doesn’t anymore. He has little Taiko to think about now. He wouldn’t want to be out adventuring anytime soon.” Kairi shrugged.
“Yeah, but he’ll know just how you feel,” she replied, “he might be able to help you stop thinking all that.” Sora shrugged.
Part of him wanted to give all these thoughts up, forget what had happened and resign himself to a normal life. Yet, another part of him refused. He refused to let go of his dreams, refused to let go of his experiences. He retained the hope that one day, they would be back. They would return in the ship, take them all off into the universe, go wherever they pleased. Sitting in the dark silence, he thought of this. It remained silent for a few minutes, until Kairi broke the silence.
“Sora,” she whispered, apprehensive at breaking the silence, “why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Sora snapped out of his trancelike state, looked at her face again.
“I guess I was just afraid you’d think I was being childish,” he sighed, after momentary thought. “I thought you’d take everything the wrong way.” Kairi blushed, as he was right. At times, she had felt hurt by his words. “And I’m not too sure on exactly how I’m feeling right now. I thought I might mess things up when I was telling you, or not make things clear on what I meant.” Kairi nodded.
“Well I know what you mean now,” she replied, moving closer to him, snuggling into his side. “And I know how you feel. You won’t keep anything from me anymore, right?” She hoped he wouldn’t, unable to cope with any more uncertainty. Sora put his arms around her, held her warmly in his tight, loving grasp.
“No,” he smiled quietly. “I promise. Thanks, Kai.”
Yes, the mushy stuff. It’s Sora and Kairi, people. (Not Sora x Riku, .:Mega:.! XD) Can’t have a ‘confession’ scene between these two without some love. (One thing I’d like to mention - It’s not entirely a romance fic. Although there‘s quite a bit of it in here.)
C&C is always appreciated, let me know what you guys think!
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