A gift and a curse

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

Characters: reverse_destiny and you
Setting: Floor Eleven, once more
Format: Whichever!
Summary: Sora's been given a Keyblade by Aqua. But now, that light is wearing him down--and he's panicking about what this means.
Warnings: None as of yet

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Sora's shaking, staring at the cold, metallic weapon in his hand. It's foreign, not at all what he's used to. In fact, instead of the wing-shaped blade that he's used to, he holds in his hand a giant key. And no matter how hard he tries, no matter what he does, it's all he can call. And that just won't do. Ansem would kill him. Keyblades are of the light, and light is bad and wrong and it's everything that's hurt him in the past.

Unable to hold in the emotions anymore, Sora throws the Keyblade, it spinning out over the water before vanishing in a flash. It merely appears in his hand again. Finally, after giving a loud, emotional scream that leaves his throat raw, he falls to his knees, shaking. The key rests on the ground beside him where it had fallen. And not too far away, two creatures watch him.

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[triforcewielder.livejournal.com]

Exploration was Link's best friend and although he wasn't exactly very prone to moving about too much now-a-days, he had been making his way through the floors in search of anyone or anything. The shocks had eased, he had learned to keep his hands out of other people's chest's and not steal any belongings. It was hard but he had no choice. He was contemplating on the subject when he heard that loud cry. It was filled of pain, a lament. He hurried off towards the floor.

What he was expecting was unclear, there could have been so many things that could make such a wretched sound. When Link reached the landing, he hadn't expected a guy there on his knees. No enemy could ever sound so pained as this individual had, Link moved forward cautiously, a hand moving towards the others shoulders.

"A-Ah..."

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

Even the sound of footsteps has Sora reacting. He's suddenly up, Keyblade in hand, standing defensively. It's an automatic reflex, and the fright is shown in his eyes. He quietly stands there then, shaking visibly.

"Wh-Who are you?!"

[triforcewielder.livejournal.com]

He hadn't expected a reaction like that from this boy, but he wasn't concerned. The tower drove people mad, after all. Who was he to judge anyone, he'd be cautious too if he wasn't so courageous. He took a step forward and gave the guy a weak smile.

"I'm Link."

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

Sora slowly calms down. This guy isn't going to hurt him, isn't going to attack him. He's being nice. So, carefully, still cautious, he lowers the blade somewhat.

"...Sora."

[triforcewielder.livejournal.com]

Blue eyes watched the other for a moment, mostly putting his attention on the strange sword before giving him another smile.

"Training?" He's so clueless, Sora. Forgive him.

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

"No."

It's short, bitter, angry. He doesn't want this thing, but it won't go away.