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A Reunion that's been LONG Awaited. [Closed]
Character(s): Sora, Riku
Content: Sora finds himself in Paixao and reunites with someone unexpected as he struggles to make sense of everything.
Setting: At the center of Paixao near Cid's shop
Time: Friday morning
Warnings: Angst, Mild Fluffiness, More Angst
“Mgnn...” The boy groaned, confused with his waking. The sensations with consciousness were strange, cold rather, and invasive to sound with the small chatter suddenly all around. Voices, Sora’s brain dully noted, he didn’t recognize.
His body shivered as a drop of freezing wetness plopped itself on his cheek, stirring the brunette further as it slid down to his chin. A successful chain reaction as protective lashes reluctantly rose from sky blue orbs, fluttering to blink away blurriness while the process of slumber terminated.
A pause.
Then suddenly, he couldn’t help but gasp, eyes wide as they were met with horrifying demons and angels, even griffins and long clawed dragons towering over him on the.. Ceiling? The paintings mingled with make-belief clouds that somehow poured perfect rain and mild snow. ..Sky?
What the...
He blinked again for good measures, attempting to break away confusion of what he was seeing and piece together comprehensive information - that is until the scary dream slammed back into memory, the jolt of it almost what caused him to snap up into sitting.
He remembered now! There had been grass, lots of grass; he was with Donald and Goofy, and then next thing he knew, darkness. It had almost hurt, its familiar sickening pull of his body to it sucking him in, fighting and screaming useless as it became one with the mind for hollow sleep. What a nightmare!
Donald… Goofy...
Blue eyes darted around himself, “Guys?” He called weakly, but no one answered. The crowd around him seemed to walk on as if nothing was out of the ordinary, each their own lives to attend. Pale, he noticed, the people were pale, young and almost all radiating a sense of beauty – blond hair accenting glassy blue eyes that should have reflected the ocean - but the beauty was almost fake just like the sky. Something was lacking.
Something he knew all too well: Life, emotions. The faces were mute and monotone looking, expressions extinct.
Sora didn’t know whether that was the cause or the weather, but it gave his skin a chill. With skinny arms instinctively crossing over his chest to rub at cold exposed flesh for warmth, he began to wonder where he was – and more importantly, how he got here. He hadn’t known there was a town like this nearby... Had he passed out from exhaustion and sleepwalked?
With a small blush, he frowned. How embarrassing… Even though no one seemed to notice the small boy right in the center of what appeared to be the town square. Maybe if he started by finding– The object that fell from his lap as he moved to stand made him jump as it clattered to cobblestone ground, attention darting to it instantly.
It was rather small and metallic, light in weight too as he bent forward to pick it up. He bit his lip in wonder as he examined it before looking around briefly to see who could have lost it, “Hey...” he asked aloud, “Does this belong to anyone?”
No answer. Few people turned their heads to the question as he waved the object, but no one claimed it. Waiting a few more minutes, it was soon confirmed by the silent way people eerily strode on with their private affairs that the object had been left to the realm of the forgotten.
He shrugged, bringing it to eye level for a quick peek; maybe the inside would clarify?
As it opened with an unlatched click, the sudden words etched onto the digital screen almost like a robotic message made him blink dumbly for a moment - but soon filled in a gap for many of his questions while at the same time created more than he knew how to find the answers for.
‘Welcome to the World of Paixao City, Sora.’
What…? And suddenly, it was like a brick to the face as he remembered just where he’d felt that same tugging darkness before – It hadn’t been a dream. It was sickly like the first time he’d found himself in Traverse Town, when his world was cruelly torn apart and swallowed by darkness.
Was this…? But he’d closed the doors! With Riku too! Had it…What?
Shit!
...Oh, right, mom told him not to swear!
Crap!
[OOC: GOD THIS CRAP TOOK ME FOREVER, BIGGEST BRAIN BLOCK EVAR, IGNORE THE HORRIBLENESS, I'LL EDIT TOMORROW. I'M JUST FRIKKEN SICK OF IT AND SHALL MAKE RIKUMUN WAIT NO MORE.]
Content: Sora finds himself in Paixao and reunites with someone unexpected as he struggles to make sense of everything.
Setting: At the center of Paixao near Cid's shop
Time: Friday morning
Warnings: Angst, Mild Fluffiness, More Angst
“Mgnn...” The boy groaned, confused with his waking. The sensations with consciousness were strange, cold rather, and invasive to sound with the small chatter suddenly all around. Voices, Sora’s brain dully noted, he didn’t recognize.
His body shivered as a drop of freezing wetness plopped itself on his cheek, stirring the brunette further as it slid down to his chin. A successful chain reaction as protective lashes reluctantly rose from sky blue orbs, fluttering to blink away blurriness while the process of slumber terminated.
A pause.
Then suddenly, he couldn’t help but gasp, eyes wide as they were met with horrifying demons and angels, even griffins and long clawed dragons towering over him on the.. Ceiling? The paintings mingled with make-belief clouds that somehow poured perfect rain and mild snow. ..Sky?
What the...
He blinked again for good measures, attempting to break away confusion of what he was seeing and piece together comprehensive information - that is until the scary dream slammed back into memory, the jolt of it almost what caused him to snap up into sitting.
He remembered now! There had been grass, lots of grass; he was with Donald and Goofy, and then next thing he knew, darkness. It had almost hurt, its familiar sickening pull of his body to it sucking him in, fighting and screaming useless as it became one with the mind for hollow sleep. What a nightmare!
Donald… Goofy...
Blue eyes darted around himself, “Guys?” He called weakly, but no one answered. The crowd around him seemed to walk on as if nothing was out of the ordinary, each their own lives to attend. Pale, he noticed, the people were pale, young and almost all radiating a sense of beauty – blond hair accenting glassy blue eyes that should have reflected the ocean - but the beauty was almost fake just like the sky. Something was lacking.
Something he knew all too well: Life, emotions. The faces were mute and monotone looking, expressions extinct.
Sora didn’t know whether that was the cause or the weather, but it gave his skin a chill. With skinny arms instinctively crossing over his chest to rub at cold exposed flesh for warmth, he began to wonder where he was – and more importantly, how he got here. He hadn’t known there was a town like this nearby... Had he passed out from exhaustion and sleepwalked?
With a small blush, he frowned. How embarrassing… Even though no one seemed to notice the small boy right in the center of what appeared to be the town square. Maybe if he started by finding– The object that fell from his lap as he moved to stand made him jump as it clattered to cobblestone ground, attention darting to it instantly.
It was rather small and metallic, light in weight too as he bent forward to pick it up. He bit his lip in wonder as he examined it before looking around briefly to see who could have lost it, “Hey...” he asked aloud, “Does this belong to anyone?”
No answer. Few people turned their heads to the question as he waved the object, but no one claimed it. Waiting a few more minutes, it was soon confirmed by the silent way people eerily strode on with their private affairs that the object had been left to the realm of the forgotten.
He shrugged, bringing it to eye level for a quick peek; maybe the inside would clarify?
As it opened with an unlatched click, the sudden words etched onto the digital screen almost like a robotic message made him blink dumbly for a moment - but soon filled in a gap for many of his questions while at the same time created more than he knew how to find the answers for.
‘Welcome to the World of Paixao City, Sora.’
What…? And suddenly, it was like a brick to the face as he remembered just where he’d felt that same tugging darkness before – It hadn’t been a dream. It was sickly like the first time he’d found himself in Traverse Town, when his world was cruelly torn apart and swallowed by darkness.
Was this…? But he’d closed the doors! With Riku too! Had it…What?
Shit!
...Oh, right, mom told him not to swear!
Crap!
[OOC: GOD THIS CRAP TOOK ME FOREVER, BIGGEST BRAIN BLOCK EVAR, IGNORE THE HORRIBLENESS, I'LL EDIT TOMORROW. I'M JUST FRIKKEN SICK OF IT AND SHALL MAKE RIKUMUN WAIT NO MORE.]
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What the...?
Secretly, Riku felt complimented that Sora was praising his looks. But "pretty"?
"Watch it there, squirt," he said, sauntering over to his best friend and putting him in a loose headlock that also served as a manly-subtle hug of reunion. "I'm not a girl."
When Sora continued, saying what sort of monster he should have been named instead, Riku snorted again. "You wish. The ninja will never beat me."
It was so automatic, referring back to their old rivalry challenges. But as soon as the words were out of his mouth, they took on a different meaning. And Sora HAD already beaten him. Twice. Riku looked almost stricken to suddenly recall everything that had happened between them since leaving Destiny Islands. Fortunately, since he still had Sora in a headlock, the younger boy wasn't at a vantage from which he could have seen the expression on Riku's face.
Reluctantly, he let go of his friend, trying to change the subject. "Damn you're cold." Riku looked meaningfully at his friend's attire which was much better suited to a tropical climate. "Way to dress for the weather, genius. Here."
He peeled off his fleece poncho and stuck it unceremoniously over the younger boy's head. Riku still had two layers of shirts after all, and he could handle the cold.
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We're still friends. It's all okay now.
"The nin-!" He was about to protest, but flying fabric obscured his vision upon release, sending the brunette into fight mode with it first before it's warmth invited him to wiggle in and poke his head out.
"Thanks." Sora mumbled, pouting, "I just got here! I didn't know-" Oh, right! "-Hey, What is this place?"
He chanced another look at the "sky" once he felt brave enough, its painted monsters of ablaze gold quite frankly freaking the younger boy out much more than the citizens did. Not even Halloween Town had been this bone chilling. Though everyone had been friendly, he supposed, but this place felt nothing close to welcoming. Sora's instinct told him so.
"I don't even know what's going on..."