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Sora didn’t know what to think about the strange boy in the masked when he first saw him on the island. His body looked like it was made of licorice and the little critters that were always around the stranger frightened him. The boy was always sitting in the backside of the play island for hours on end. Sora made it a habit to always go there to see if he had arrived. Sometimes he sees him in the morning while other times the boy would come during sunset.
One day, Sora decided to approach the stranger. He was sitting by the star, body slouched, and his legs hanging off the edge. Sora walked as slowly and as quietly as he could; stopping only a few feet from the masked boy.
“H-hello,” Sora spoke. The older boy didn’t move or say anything. Sora moved closer and that’s when he heard the light snores coming from the stranger. He didn’t know what to do. Should he leave him be? Wait for him to wake up? He knew better than to try and wake him. Sora sighed as he took a seat next to the sleeping boy. He looked up into his mask; all he saw was his own reflection in the glass. The older boy was breathing lightly his hands in his lap. Just looking at him made Sora sleepy as well. The little boy sat forward ‘maybe a few minutes wouldn’t hurt.’ he thought before shutting his eyes.
Vanitas groaned as he woke up. He fell asleep in one of the worse positions possible. His back ached, feet were still numb, and worst of all he had a crank in his neck! He raised his arm and rubbed his sore muscles as he straightened himself. There was a strange new weight on his left arm. ‘Must have conjured up an Unversed.’ He thought as turned his head so he can push the creature aside. What he didn’t expect to see was a little boy no more than 5 sleeping against his arm. ‘What in the world?’ he thought. When did he show up? Why didn’t he notice? Was he more exhausted then he originally thought? The young boy shuffled a bit before settling back down. Vanitas decided he had enough and pushed the kid off his arm. The boy ended up laying flat on his back arms stretched out. That’s when Vanitas noticed that the boy looked like him. ‘Who is he, and why does he have my face?!’ he wondered.
Sora groaned as he sat up and opened his eyes. It took him a second to realize that the stranger was also awake. “Oh! Hello,” he said to the masked boy. No response. “Um, did I wake you?”
“No,” his voice was deeper then Sora thought it would be. “Who are you?”
“Oh! I’m Sora. what’s your name?”
“Why are you here? Didn’t your parents tell you not to speak with strangers? Aren’t you scared?”
Sora was taken aback by the onslaught of questions that just came at him. “I’m not scared!” he responded as he stood up and puffed his chest. Vanitas just stared at him. “Uh,” Sora relaxed his body, “As to why I’m here. Well?”
“Well, what?!” Vanitas was getting annoyed now. He could just easily smite this kid with his Keyblade, or have the Unversed drag him into the Darkness.
“I thought you were lonely,” Vanitas is appalled by this answer. “I started to always see you around here more often all by yourself. You looked so sad and alone. I thought that maybe you could use a friend,” Sora concluded.
“Really? That’s your reason for coming here?” Sora nodded his head. Vanitas gave a deep sigh as he stood up. “Well, then don’t waste your breath kid. Not interested,” he said as he prepared to leave through a dark corridor.
“Hey! What is your name? I told you mine!”
The older boy sighed, “Vanitas,” and he was gone.
“SORA!” the boy in question turned around to spot his best friend waving at him from the ground below. “It’s time to go!”
“Okay,” he responded as he made his way to his friend.
“Why were you back here for so long?”
“I kinda fell asleep,” Sora partially lied.
Riku shook his head, “Oh Sora.”