Foam Block Forts I peak around the corner of the thick cement wall separating the little kids from the big kids. I’m not allowed to go over to the other side yet. The big kids are still there. I have to wait for them to leave before I’m actually allowed to go play on the stage.I look left and then right, checking for teachers. No one. Quietly I sneak around the corner. The bright red, blue and yellow foam blocks on stage call me closer. I duck around the coat hooks and cubbies, inching my way closer to the stage. I put my foot onto the first step and grasp the rail in my small hands. I pull myself forward.Someone grabs the back of my shirt and p
Fighting the Darkness Riku swung his keyblade, catching a Shadow across the head. The Heartless burst out of existence, but Riku had already moved on to the next, and the next, and the next. An unending stream of Heartless. Riku had already lost King Mickey, the mouse still fighting somewhere else in the blackness.Riku. Riku.Riku didn’t falter at the voice. He had been hearing it for…well, he didn’t really know how long. There were no days or nights here. Time didn’t exist. Only darkness. All Riku knew was that the voice would occasionally appear. Sometimes it was while he was surrounded by Heartless. Other times it would be in a rare lull.
Embrace Axel buried his face in Roxas’ blond hair. The younger nobody was sleeping, tired from his fight with the Twilight Thorn and the talk with Naminé. It had taken Axel far too long to find the boy. Even now he couldn’t stay long, lest he risk being caught. Axel just wished he could keep the boy locked up with him forever. Keep him safe from everything. Keep him away from the Organization. Keep him away from DiZ. Keep him for himself, where no one would ever find him.I’ll take you away from here. Somewhere where it can be just us. You’re mine. No one can take you away from me.Axel placed a small kiss on Roxas’ te
Yellow Ties and Hats Sora wrinkled his nose at his reflection. Despite what Goofy had said, Sora knew he looked ridiculous in the dress uniform. And it wasn’t just because yellow wasn’t his colour. Really, the whole outfit was just too constricting. How the king expected anyone to move in it, Sora had no idea. The starched stiff breast of the jacket hardly let him breathe and the pressed pants kept his legs straight. He could just manage to sit down by cautiously leaning backwards and falling into the chair.Sora grabbed a brush and tried to get his hair into some semblance of order. He really didn’t want to have to ask Kairi for hairpins to hold
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