It's been what, two, three years since he last stepped foot in his room?
Sora looked at his clothes that littered the floor and the odd trinkets and gadgets that were scattered over the room. It all looked so foreign to him. The childish wonder to explore the world no longer filled the room. The schematics for their old raft didn't fill his heart with excitement, but with bittersweet nostalgia. Now that he knew what the worlds were like, he wasn't sure if he wanted a taste of it anymore.
Sora laid on his bed, hands behind his head, knees bent up as he realized he was a bit too tall for the old piece of furniture now. His mind drifted back to the night he left Destiny Islands for the very first time. The night of the storm, the night he lost both Riku and Kairi, the night their world fell to darkness, the night he first held the keyblade. It was so long ago, yet all the details were etched perfectly clear into his mind.
He could remember the devastation he felt as he watched the darkness swallow Riku. The hopelessness as Kairi faded right through his arms. And the little glimmer of light that filled his heart as the keyblade appeared into his hands. Then came the determination to find his friends as he fell into the world of Traverse Town. There was also the fear of the many worlds out there, and what they held.
Even then, with the journey over, Sora still felt that fear. But for good reason. He fought Heartless, Nobodies, Dream Eaters, and many other monsters that he never thought possible that were born from the darker side of a person's heart. He fought with his friends, and he fought with himself. But above all he was able to pull through. They were safe. His friends were safe. That's all that mattered.
There was still an unresolved issue, however; his mom. While Sora was able to visit to Destiny Islands after reuniting with Riku and Kairi after the first fall of Xemnas, it was cut off short. King Mickey had sent them a message to take the Mark of Mastery exam. So Sora and Riku set off, without the chance to say goodbye (or even hello) to their parents once again.
It was a thought that lingered with Sora throughout their journey. Were their parents okay? Would they be mad at them for being gone? Now that they were back, Sora couldn't help but wonder how he'd explain his absence to his mom. He wanted to keep the keyblade a secret. He wasn't ashamed of it. It was just a long story, one that he didn't want to tell.
Sora turned over onto his side and sighed. Honestly, he didn't want to remember the journey. He didn't want to remember the friends he gained, the friends he lost, the friends he'd never be able to see again, the friends who sacrificed their happiness so Sora and his friends could defeat Xehanort. Even looking back to it, Sora couldn't handle the wave of sorrow that washed over him. It was all too overwhelming, and he couldn't stop the tears that sprung to his eyes as he remembered the wonderful things he's seen. The beauty of the worlds, the strength and courage of those who inhabited them, the bonds that he formed. But now that the worlds were safe from darkness, there was no reason for him to visit the worlds anymore.
Holding his hand out, Sora summoned the keyblade. He was stuck at home, with a constant reminder of what his life was for a short amount of time. Then, with a sudden sound of heels clinking against the floor below him, the keyblade disappeared with a flash of light. Sora sat up on his bed, and clutched the side. His mom was home.
It was time to say “Hello”.
Sora descended the steps to the lower floor. He spent a great deal of time breathing deeply to calm himself. Following the sounds of heels clicking against the floor and the sound of a television turning on, he approached the living room area.
His mom still looked the same, hair was a different style though, shorter than it was the last time he saw her. It was the same brunette shade that his was, but far less messy. Her hair had a slight wave to it that always smelled like flowers and the smell of home and safety that only moms could have. She was still dressed in her work clothes of a white blouse and black pencil skirt. Her back was turned to him, and even from a distance Sora could tell that he was a good head taller than her now. With Riku and Kairi, he couldn't tell how much he'd grown. Would his mom even recognize him?
As if she could sense him staring at her, Sora's mom turned around. He watched as her eyes widened in shock. Her eyes started to water, and Sora could feel his start to as well. The calm demeanor that he had started off with slowly started to crumble, and turned to pieces as his mom started to speak.
“Just where have you been?” Her voice was low, and it quivered as she looked at her son. “Do you know that I've looked everywhere for you?”
Sora was silent. What was he supposed to say? His mouth was open, but all words he had were bunched up in his throat, making him incapable to speak. After a few seconds of staring at his mom, and after realizing that tears were now freely falling from his eyes, he walked over to his mom and embraced her. He could explain his absence later. At that moment, he just wanted comfort from the one person he could breakdown in front of. The one person who could see him at his weakest when he had to be strong in front of his friends; his mother.
Sora's mom had wrapped her arms around her son, her head barely reaching his shoulder. Shock still ran through her system, as it'd been so long since she last saw him. He had grown up so much through that time. His face had lost all the baby fat, leaving more strong features. He still had the same big blue eyes and messy hair that she'd last seen on him.
She was fully prepared to yell at him. To scream at him for leaving her without a word or goodbye. But the moment she saw him, how his eyes looked so broken and defeated as he consoled in her, she couldn't find it in herself to do so. She just rubbed his back, and waited for him to calm down. Words of comfort were whispered to him. Over time, the shaking that racked his body were quelled, and the two separated.
(A fanfic that Kaiso inspired me to write : D...)
I've Looked Everywhere For You
A fanfic by Ivan
Rated H for Heartbreak
It's been what, two, three years since he last stepped foot in his room?
Sora looked at his clothes that littered the floor and the odd trinkets and gadgets that were scattered over the room. It all looked so foreign to him. The childish wonder to explore the world no longer filled the room. The schematics for their old raft didn't fill his heart with excitement, but with bittersweet nostalgia. Now that he knew what the worlds were like, he wasn't sure if he wanted a taste of it anymore.
Sora laid on his bed, hands behind his head, knees bent up as he realized he was a bit too tall for the old piece of furniture now. His mind drifted back to the night he left Destiny Islands for the very first time. The night of the storm, the night he lost both Riku and Kairi, the night their world fell to darkness, the night he first held the keyblade. It was so long ago, yet all the details were etched perfectly clear into his mind.
He could remember the devastation he felt as he watched the darkness swallow Riku. The hopelessness as Kairi faded right through his arms. And the little glimmer of light that filled his heart as the keyblade appeared into his hands. Then came the determination to find his friends as he fell into the world of Traverse Town. There was also the fear of the many worlds out there, and what they held.
Even then, with the journey over, Sora still felt that fear. But for good reason. He fought Heartless, Nobodies, Dream Eaters, and many other monsters that he never thought possible that were born from the darker side of a person's heart. He fought with his friends, and he fought with himself. But above all he was able to pull through. They were safe. His friends were safe. That's all that mattered.
There was still an unresolved issue, however; his mom. While Sora was able to visit to Destiny Islands after reuniting with Riku and Kairi after the first fall of Xemnas, it was cut off short. King Mickey had sent them a message to take the Mark of Mastery exam. So Sora and Riku set off, without the chance to say goodbye (or even hello) to their parents once again.
It was a thought that lingered with Sora throughout their journey. Were their parents okay? Would they be mad at them for being gone? Now that they were back, Sora couldn't help but wonder how he'd explain his absence to his mom. He wanted to keep the keyblade a secret. He wasn't ashamed of it. It was just a long story, one that he didn't want to tell.
Sora turned over onto his side and sighed. Honestly, he didn't want to remember the journey. He didn't want to remember the friends he gained, the friends he lost, the friends he'd never be able to see again, the friends who sacrificed their happiness so Sora and his friends could defeat Xehanort. Even looking back to it, Sora couldn't handle the wave of sorrow that washed over him. It was all too overwhelming, and he couldn't stop the tears that sprung to his eyes as he remembered the wonderful things he's seen. The beauty of the worlds, the strength and courage of those who inhabited them, the bonds that he formed. But now that the worlds were safe from darkness, there was no reason for him to visit the worlds anymore.
Holding his hand out, Sora summoned the keyblade. He was stuck at home, with a constant reminder of what his life was for a short amount of time. Then, with a sudden sound of heels clinking against the floor below him, the keyblade disappeared with a flash of light. Sora sat up on his bed, and clutched the side. His mom was home.
It was time to say “Hello”.
Sora descended the steps to the lower floor. He spent a great deal of time breathing deeply to calm himself. Following the sounds of heels clicking against the floor and the sound of a television turning on, he approached the living room area.
His mom still looked the same, hair was a different style though, shorter than it was the last time he saw her. It was the same brunette shade that his was, but far less messy. Her hair had a slight wave to it that always smelled like flowers and the smell of home and safety that only moms could have. She was still dressed in her work clothes of a white blouse and black pencil skirt. Her back was turned to him, and even from a distance Sora could tell that he was a good head taller than her now. With Riku and Kairi, he couldn't tell how much he'd grown. Would his mom even recognize him?
As if she could sense him staring at her, Sora's mom turned around. He watched as her eyes widened in shock. Her eyes started to water, and Sora could feel his start to as well. The calm demeanor that he had started off with slowly started to crumble, and turned to pieces as his mom started to speak.
“Just where have you been?” Her voice was low, and it quivered as she looked at her son. “Do you know that I've looked everywhere for you?”
Sora was silent. What was he supposed to say? His mouth was open, but all words he had were bunched up in his throat, making him incapable to speak. After a few seconds of staring at his mom, and after realizing that tears were now freely falling from his eyes, he walked over to his mom and embraced her. He could explain his absence later. At that moment, he just wanted comfort from the one person he could breakdown in front of. The one person who could see him at his weakest when he had to be strong in front of his friends; his mother.
Sora's mom had wrapped her arms around her son, her head barely reaching his shoulder. Shock still ran through her system, as it'd been so long since she last saw him. He had grown up so much through that time. His face had lost all the baby fat, leaving more strong features. He still had the same big blue eyes and messy hair that she'd last seen on him.
She was fully prepared to yell at him. To scream at him for leaving her without a word or goodbye. But the moment she saw him, how his eyes looked so broken and defeated as he consoled in her, she couldn't find it in herself to do so. She just rubbed his back, and waited for him to calm down. Words of comfort were whispered to him. Over time, the shaking that racked his body were quelled, and the two separated.
There was time for her to be mad at her son.
There was time for her to yell at him.
But it wasn't time for that.
It was time for a long overdue dinner.