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Pages [203]
Challenge: [203] Don't Get Caught
Title: Pages
Word Count: 429
Notes: Oblique 358/2 Days spoilers.
The giant Heartless blew apart like smoke, shredded by the keyblade, and Sora was ready.
A shower of detritus rained down and bounced on the pavement – spare change, shards of stone and metal, whatever the Heartless had absorbed by accident and hadn't worn away yet. In among all that was one sheet of old paper, folded and half crumpled. Sora snatched it up before anything else, before anyone who hadn't been watching for it could have seen, and shoved it in his pocket. He had a line ready if Donald or Goofy asked about it – Huh? Oh, just something I might be able to synth, and pull out a rock the same color from the same pocket – but they didn't ask.
This was wrong. Sora should have been throwing these papers away.
He was sure they were being left for him on purpose. They weren't like the Ansem reports from his earlier quests, there weren't any vital secrets in them that would make someone keep them around, they were just pages from a kid's diary. He wouldn't keep finding them like this by accident. And anyway, the first one had a note on the back in different handwriting: Someone should remember.
And Sora was sure it was meant to make him angry at his friends, and weaken his will to fight. He knew it, and he read them all anyway. Which meant it was a betrayal of everyone who was counting on him – of Donald and Goofy, fighting with him every day, of Leon and Yuffie and Aerith and Cid back at Radiant Garden, of Riku and Kairi and Mickey, fighting their own battles out there somewhere. It was wrong to let whoever-it-was hurt Sora's heart. They were saving the worlds, all of them, and Sora's heart was a weapon for the Light.
It was wrong for Sora to go off alone, the first chance he could find, and read the old diary page. It was wrong to stare for thirty seconds at the pitifully small count of days written at the top. It was wrong to study the handwriting, just enough like his own to be recognized. It was wrong to reach the end and taste sea salt ice cream in his mouth, sharp and sweet and overpowering and too strong to be just his own memory.
Your friends have made choices for you, Sora, it said on the back of the page. Would you have made the same choices yourself?
It was wrong, that the memory of salt made him begin to cry.
Title: Pages
Word Count: 429
Notes: Oblique 358/2 Days spoilers.
The giant Heartless blew apart like smoke, shredded by the keyblade, and Sora was ready.
A shower of detritus rained down and bounced on the pavement – spare change, shards of stone and metal, whatever the Heartless had absorbed by accident and hadn't worn away yet. In among all that was one sheet of old paper, folded and half crumpled. Sora snatched it up before anything else, before anyone who hadn't been watching for it could have seen, and shoved it in his pocket. He had a line ready if Donald or Goofy asked about it – Huh? Oh, just something I might be able to synth, and pull out a rock the same color from the same pocket – but they didn't ask.
This was wrong. Sora should have been throwing these papers away.
He was sure they were being left for him on purpose. They weren't like the Ansem reports from his earlier quests, there weren't any vital secrets in them that would make someone keep them around, they were just pages from a kid's diary. He wouldn't keep finding them like this by accident. And anyway, the first one had a note on the back in different handwriting: Someone should remember.
And Sora was sure it was meant to make him angry at his friends, and weaken his will to fight. He knew it, and he read them all anyway. Which meant it was a betrayal of everyone who was counting on him – of Donald and Goofy, fighting with him every day, of Leon and Yuffie and Aerith and Cid back at Radiant Garden, of Riku and Kairi and Mickey, fighting their own battles out there somewhere. It was wrong to let whoever-it-was hurt Sora's heart. They were saving the worlds, all of them, and Sora's heart was a weapon for the Light.
It was wrong for Sora to go off alone, the first chance he could find, and read the old diary page. It was wrong to stare for thirty seconds at the pitifully small count of days written at the top. It was wrong to study the handwriting, just enough like his own to be recognized. It was wrong to reach the end and taste sea salt ice cream in his mouth, sharp and sweet and overpowering and too strong to be just his own memory.
Your friends have made choices for you, Sora, it said on the back of the page. Would you have made the same choices yourself?
It was wrong, that the memory of salt made him begin to cry.
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