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this is a fic about a boy named Josy and his friend named Xiruk, this is my best fic yet. so enjoi
Sora slashed at the heartless with fury, a lot older than he used to be since he saw Ansem die from his own device. He was starting to grow a goatee. “Commander Sora!!!! We need your assistance!”
Sora looked over at his officers, plunged his keyblade into a heartless behind him and ran over to lend a hand. His feet making great thuds on the ground as he ran. “Sora!” He bared his teeth as his side started to hurt, but he kept on running. Riku was standing there helping out as well, but the heartless were just too many, shadows, knights, and other heartless surrounded them. “SORA!!!!!”
Sora watched as his best friend got slashed in the back by a heartless. “SOOORRRRAAAAA!!!!!!!” Heartless started to pile onto Riku slashing and cutting, more piling onto Riku at every second. Fury in his eyes, he raced to the scene of the fight ignoring any pain he felt, he just ran, keyblade held up, he cut at many heartless on top of his friend. After he had diminished all of them that were on Riku, he fell onto his knees beside him and rolled him onto his back. “Riku…”
Riku answered back, “Sora, don’t stop fighting, don’t.” Sora held his head up in his y hands. Riku felt the energy draining from him, “Sora…” And then he died, right there in Sora’s arms. He felt a tear run down his cheek, dropping on his friends head, he took Riku’s head and held it close on his chest and cried. But nothing is eternal.
~134 years later~
Josy looked out his window in the city of Radiant Garden, thunder rolled making him jump. Rain poured down his window making it hard to see out. He looked around his room. “What a mess, ugh, guess ill clean it up before mom and dad come home.” He jumped off his bed and started picking stuff up. He picked up clothes, toys, game boards, and some other stuff that was lying on the floor. He came upon his toy keyblade, picked it up and looked at it. “Sora… not just a legend or story, he was real, I know he was.” He heard a tap on his window, and another. Pebbles kept hitting his water strewn window. Josy jumped onto his bed and opened the window. The wind blew water on his face like it was spitting. He looked down and saw his friend Xiruk.
“Josy! Come down here!!! I got something to show you!!!” Josy ran to his door, yanked it open, and ran down the stairs. Opened the door and saw Xiruk standing there, soaked, he sneezed. “Wait here, I’ll get you a towel. He went to the kitchen and opened a black cabinet, got a towel, ran back to his friend and gave it to him. “Dry off, and come in.” Josy said. “Thank you, Josy.” They went to the living room and sat down on the floor. “What brings you here in this weather, Xiruk?”
“This.” He held out his hand and Josy took what was inside. It was a picture, of his great grandpa and someone he did not recognize. Someone with brown spiky hair and a goatee, a blue and black jacket, black jeans and orange and black boots that looked too big on him. On the back it said, “The war ends.” Josy turned it over to the picture, and then back to the words, “Who is that?” He pointed to the man at the man with brown spiked up hair. “Well?” He looked over at Xiruk. “I don’t know, I thought you might, that’s why I came. I just found the picture today”
He took the picture back from Josy. Then a knock on the door alerted them. “Josy! We’re back!” Josy, shocked by the fact they were back so soon, made him get up. “Quick! Hide! You’re not supposed to be here when they are gone.” Xiruk got up with his friend and they both ran up the stairs, Xiruk dropped the picture. They ran into Josy’s room and hid Xiruk in the closet. “I’ll be back.” He ran down the stairs as quietly as his legs could make it. “Josy!” His mom called. “Coming mom!” He ran up to the door and opened it. “Hello, we’re back.” His dad said with a smile. “Why are you home so early?” Asked Josy. “Well, we both got off work early, so we thought we could come home.”
They walked into the room and sat on the couch; the dad picked up the remote and turned on the TV. His eyes fell on the picture. “What’s this?” He picked up the picture and looked at it. “This looks like Xiruk’s great grandpa. Xiruk hasn’t been here? Has he?” Josy sat there wide eyed, all the feeling drained out of him, making him feel cold. “Well?”
Josy didn’t say anything. “You’re grounded young man, for not answering me, and for having Xiruk in this house with out permission!” Xiruk sat on a pile of shoes, feeling sorry for Josy, making him get grounded because of him. He walked down the stairs, feeling ashamed for coming, not as wet as before but still wet. “I was the reason for this, I came.” Mom and dad just stared at Xiruk. “Well, I’ll be calling your parents, Xiruk. My family will be the laughing stock of all of Radiant Garden at this rate of disobedience. Go home, Xiruk.” Xiruk opened the door and walked out into the pouring rain, his head laying low. “Son, give this back to hum, tomorrow at school.” His father said through clenched teeth.
Josy took the picture he had gotten from his friend and stormed up to his room. He sat on his bed and looked at the picture for quite some time. Then it came to his mind, “Sora? This man in the picture, could that be Sora?
a note from the author:::
i hope you like this chap of the fic and chapter two will be coming up
Sora slashed at the heartless with fury, a lot older than he used to be since he saw Ansem die from his own device. He was starting to grow a goatee. “Commander Sora!!!! We need your assistance!”
Sora looked over at his officers, plunged his keyblade into a heartless behind him and ran over to lend a hand. His feet making great thuds on the ground as he ran. “Sora!” He bared his teeth as his side started to hurt, but he kept on running. Riku was standing there helping out as well, but the heartless were just too many, shadows, knights, and other heartless surrounded them. “SORA!!!!!”
Sora watched as his best friend got slashed in the back by a heartless. “SOOORRRRAAAAA!!!!!!!” Heartless started to pile onto Riku slashing and cutting, more piling onto Riku at every second. Fury in his eyes, he raced to the scene of the fight ignoring any pain he felt, he just ran, keyblade held up, he cut at many heartless on top of his friend. After he had diminished all of them that were on Riku, he fell onto his knees beside him and rolled him onto his back. “Riku…”
Riku answered back, “Sora, don’t stop fighting, don’t.” Sora held his head up in his y hands. Riku felt the energy draining from him, “Sora…” And then he died, right there in Sora’s arms. He felt a tear run down his cheek, dropping on his friends head, he took Riku’s head and held it close on his chest and cried. But nothing is eternal.
~134 years later~
Josy looked out his window in the city of Radiant Garden, thunder rolled making him jump. Rain poured down his window making it hard to see out. He looked around his room. “What a mess, ugh, guess ill clean it up before mom and dad come home.” He jumped off his bed and started picking stuff up. He picked up clothes, toys, game boards, and some other stuff that was lying on the floor. He came upon his toy keyblade, picked it up and looked at it. “Sora… not just a legend or story, he was real, I know he was.” He heard a tap on his window, and another. Pebbles kept hitting his water strewn window. Josy jumped onto his bed and opened the window. The wind blew water on his face like it was spitting. He looked down and saw his friend Xiruk.
“Josy! Come down here!!! I got something to show you!!!” Josy ran to his door, yanked it open, and ran down the stairs. Opened the door and saw Xiruk standing there, soaked, he sneezed. “Wait here, I’ll get you a towel. He went to the kitchen and opened a black cabinet, got a towel, ran back to his friend and gave it to him. “Dry off, and come in.” Josy said. “Thank you, Josy.” They went to the living room and sat down on the floor. “What brings you here in this weather, Xiruk?”
“This.” He held out his hand and Josy took what was inside. It was a picture, of his great grandpa and someone he did not recognize. Someone with brown spiky hair and a goatee, a blue and black jacket, black jeans and orange and black boots that looked too big on him. On the back it said, “The war ends.” Josy turned it over to the picture, and then back to the words, “Who is that?” He pointed to the man at the man with brown spiked up hair. “Well?” He looked over at Xiruk. “I don’t know, I thought you might, that’s why I came. I just found the picture today”
He took the picture back from Josy. Then a knock on the door alerted them. “Josy! We’re back!” Josy, shocked by the fact they were back so soon, made him get up. “Quick! Hide! You’re not supposed to be here when they are gone.” Xiruk got up with his friend and they both ran up the stairs, Xiruk dropped the picture. They ran into Josy’s room and hid Xiruk in the closet. “I’ll be back.” He ran down the stairs as quietly as his legs could make it. “Josy!” His mom called. “Coming mom!” He ran up to the door and opened it. “Hello, we’re back.” His dad said with a smile. “Why are you home so early?” Asked Josy. “Well, we both got off work early, so we thought we could come home.”
They walked into the room and sat on the couch; the dad picked up the remote and turned on the TV. His eyes fell on the picture. “What’s this?” He picked up the picture and looked at it. “This looks like Xiruk’s great grandpa. Xiruk hasn’t been here? Has he?” Josy sat there wide eyed, all the feeling drained out of him, making him feel cold. “Well?”
Josy didn’t say anything. “You’re grounded young man, for not answering me, and for having Xiruk in this house with out permission!” Xiruk sat on a pile of shoes, feeling sorry for Josy, making him get grounded because of him. He walked down the stairs, feeling ashamed for coming, not as wet as before but still wet. “I was the reason for this, I came.” Mom and dad just stared at Xiruk. “Well, I’ll be calling your parents, Xiruk. My family will be the laughing stock of all of Radiant Garden at this rate of disobedience. Go home, Xiruk.” Xiruk opened the door and walked out into the pouring rain, his head laying low. “Son, give this back to hum, tomorrow at school.” His father said through clenched teeth.
Josy took the picture he had gotten from his friend and stormed up to his room. He sat on his bed and looked at the picture for quite some time. Then it came to his mind, “Sora? This man in the picture, could that be Sora?
a note from the author:::
i hope you like this chap of the fic and chapter two will be coming up
