Stuff of Legends"You're telling it wrong."Stuff of Legends by ~ABetterKHFandom
Long graduated from his pink jumper to a drab nightshirt, nevertheless the irate boy stood on the bed, arms akimbo and legs planted with the indignant fury of a slighted toddler.
From the bed aside, another boy snorted. "Wendy's been telling us the story for the past year. I know it's right, you know it's right, can't we just get on with it?"
Wendy studied the growing figure, and wondered when John, too, would grow too old for the playroom.
"But - it - isn't," Michael whined, hopping with determination. "The - story - doesn't - go - that - way-"
Wendy attempted a Mr. Darling frown, but the wrinkle between her brows wouldn't fold deep enough. "Michael, that is the beginning. Nana barked at the window and no one was there."
"Nooo." Michael ceased bouncing and sat. "I want the big story."
"The big story?" Wendy exchanged a baffled glance with John.
"It's our story, but bigger. And it's not about us."
"Why does it matter?" John pulled the cov
ShareSometimes Kairi turns off the lights in her room and wakes in the morning to find them burning again. This doesn't bother her much. One night is fine, she's just a little tired; she probably forgot to remember to flip the switch. It happens so sparingly that it doesn't bother her at all.Share by ~ABetterKHFandom
What does bother her is that one day when she has to find a small clearing outside, keep a sharp eye out for eavesdroppers, and gently tell herself that drawing fragile curls and fanciful sworls in blue ballpoint on her desk was called "defacing public property", and was generally frowned upon by society. Her next test paper is covered in a relative bouquet of blue-ink daisies. A scratchy, wobbly script tucked beneath the sprays of wispy baby's-breath whispers a meek "Sorry".
And the next day, she makes a peanut-butter and jam sandwich and wakes to find one smooth, Kairi-sized bite taken out of it. Her mouth tastes of starfruit and peanuts, but she feels as though she should be disappointed.
Curiosity"Just until the next rehearsal is done, okay?" Sora reassured his best friend, tail beating against the current. "Then we'll go to Disney Castle. We'll be on time, don't worry! And don't put on that face."Curiosity by ~ABetterKHFandom
Sora let out a sigh, swam over to his friend where he sat on the floating gummi ship. Pointing an accusing finger, he said, "That one! The one that says, 'Sora, you're being a moron, now let's do something else!'"
"I don't have the faintest idea of what you're talking about." Riku grinned in a "I know exactly what you're talking about" way.
"Ahh, I give up. I'll be back soon, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, get going, superstar." Still grinning, he pushed Sora's head underwater with his foot. Sora answered by tugging on Riku's leg almost hard enough to pull him in. He swam deeper and disappeared.
Riku sat on the wing of the ship, dangling his feet underwater. Sora had promised that the rehearsal wouldn't take more than a half hour. Plenty of time for a nap. He lay back, sinking a to
Initial ImplementationLoading...Initial Implementation by ~ABetterKHFandom
Entering Hollow Bastion OS...
Welcome to the manual user interface of the Radiant Garden Universal Database, User Aerith! (Data Storage Copyright by ENCOM) To begin, please type in a command, then press "enter". For further guidance, enter "/help".
>: Hello, Tron.
Invalid command. Please re-enter.
>: Come on, Tron. I know you can override this program easily! I'd like to have a brief talk.
Invalid command. PlYou know, programs have feelings too. I'm afraid I've just offended this one.</i>
>: Well, you're great at negotiation. I'm sure you two could arrive at some sort of common ground.
If you say so. Hello, User Aerith! I hope your functions are operating smoothly today.
>: Quite smoothly, thanks.
That's good to know. What can I do for you?
>: Sora contacted us yesterday. Heaven knows how that moogle got that letter, but in any case, he told us to tell you "hi" and to ask how you're doing.
That is very kind. P