Is Any of This for Real....or Not?
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Kingdom Hearts › Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male
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Kingdom Hearts › Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
1,718
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Kingdom Hearts, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Getaway
Thought I would post chapter 1 since it's so short. I'll probably continue to post two chapters every Friday.
(Sora's POV)
I know that the whole mental institution thing was a dream, but it was too real to ignore. As me, Donald, and Goofy are heading towards the second district, my mind drifts to that nightmare. As they walk off to the left, towards the hotel, I stop in terror. How do I know that the dream was my keyblade testing me? I just assumed that is what had happened since the keyblade was what gave off a life force. My mind starts to race, how do I know what is real and what is fantasy? Panic settles over me. My breathing starts to quicken and I fall to my knees; my palms on the ground. Nothing seems like it is real, the dream or what I’m experiencing right now. My mind then flashes to Riku; hoping he is alright. How would he react to my panic attack? I shake my head and get up on my feet. If I’m going to question reality I’m going to do it rationally. Donald and Goofy finally realize that I have fallen behind; both still a little weary of me.
“Are you ok, Sora?” Donald whispers; as his hand touches my back.
“I really don’t know Donald. I don’t know what’s real anymore and that really scares me.”
Donald gives me a look of worry and I know that I’m in trouble. Donald never really shows any emotion to me and this look upon his face makes me question reality even more.
“Look inside your heart and then you will know what’s real and what’s a dream.” Goofy says in a confident voice. Goofy always knows what to say, but this time is different. My heart is shrouded by a force I can’t explain. I look at them with a fear I never knew before. How can I trust them if I don’t even know if this is reality? I start to inch away from them; my keyblade drawn, ready for anything.
“Sora, what are you doing? It’s Goofy and me.” I see a look of terror come over Donald and Goofy’s face. It pains me to see them this way, but I can’t even trust my emotions. I had almost given up on the keyblade to be with Riku in the mental institution. He turned out to be fake. The only thing I can rely on is the keyblade.
I bolt to the right and run down the stairs. I can hear the duck and dog follow me so I cast a gravity spell on them to slow them down. Their screams of pain reaches my ears, but fear has overtaken me. I run towards the door to the third district. I force my way through the door and search frantically for a place to hide. Finding an overhang on my left, I jump up and grab the edge with my hand; swinging myself up. I crouch down hoping those two won’t find me. Tears start to come to my eyes. I burry my head into my knees; trying to cover the sound of my sobs. If I’m supposed to be the keyblade wielder, why can’t I keep anything straight? My mind just keeps telling me that the only thing I can trust is my keyblade.
‘You need nothing but your keyblade. It will show you the door to the light. Sleep Sora, sleep.’
The voice is soothing and it doesn’t threaten me at all. I feel my eyes get heavy and the
last picture I see in my mind is one of Riku’s angry face.
“Please Riku.........don’t be angry.”
Chapter 1 may be short but I'm pleased with it.
(Sora's POV)
I know that the whole mental institution thing was a dream, but it was too real to ignore. As me, Donald, and Goofy are heading towards the second district, my mind drifts to that nightmare. As they walk off to the left, towards the hotel, I stop in terror. How do I know that the dream was my keyblade testing me? I just assumed that is what had happened since the keyblade was what gave off a life force. My mind starts to race, how do I know what is real and what is fantasy? Panic settles over me. My breathing starts to quicken and I fall to my knees; my palms on the ground. Nothing seems like it is real, the dream or what I’m experiencing right now. My mind then flashes to Riku; hoping he is alright. How would he react to my panic attack? I shake my head and get up on my feet. If I’m going to question reality I’m going to do it rationally. Donald and Goofy finally realize that I have fallen behind; both still a little weary of me.
“Are you ok, Sora?” Donald whispers; as his hand touches my back.
“I really don’t know Donald. I don’t know what’s real anymore and that really scares me.”
Donald gives me a look of worry and I know that I’m in trouble. Donald never really shows any emotion to me and this look upon his face makes me question reality even more.
“Look inside your heart and then you will know what’s real and what’s a dream.” Goofy says in a confident voice. Goofy always knows what to say, but this time is different. My heart is shrouded by a force I can’t explain. I look at them with a fear I never knew before. How can I trust them if I don’t even know if this is reality? I start to inch away from them; my keyblade drawn, ready for anything.
“Sora, what are you doing? It’s Goofy and me.” I see a look of terror come over Donald and Goofy’s face. It pains me to see them this way, but I can’t even trust my emotions. I had almost given up on the keyblade to be with Riku in the mental institution. He turned out to be fake. The only thing I can rely on is the keyblade.
I bolt to the right and run down the stairs. I can hear the duck and dog follow me so I cast a gravity spell on them to slow them down. Their screams of pain reaches my ears, but fear has overtaken me. I run towards the door to the third district. I force my way through the door and search frantically for a place to hide. Finding an overhang on my left, I jump up and grab the edge with my hand; swinging myself up. I crouch down hoping those two won’t find me. Tears start to come to my eyes. I burry my head into my knees; trying to cover the sound of my sobs. If I’m supposed to be the keyblade wielder, why can’t I keep anything straight? My mind just keeps telling me that the only thing I can trust is my keyblade.
‘You need nothing but your keyblade. It will show you the door to the light. Sleep Sora, sleep.’
The voice is soothing and it doesn’t threaten me at all. I feel my eyes get heavy and the
last picture I see in my mind is one of Riku’s angry face.
“Please Riku.........don’t be angry.”
Chapter 1 may be short but I'm pleased with it.