Drabbles and Whatnot

Finding What Was Lost

I can't remember hardly anything from my past. Not my name. Not my family. Not the reason why I woke up on a beach I had never seen before, wrapped up in a black cloak that felt significantly familiar.

I could've sworn someone was laying close to me, their soft hair brushing against my cheek. Their darkness was evident but I was at ease. I could tell they didn't want to hurt me by the way they stayed close but not right on top of me. I obviously knew them well if they had the nerve to get so close to me.

They were warm but still cold. The kind of cold that made you want to press closer to find the warmth. But I dared not move, cause if I did, I knew they'd leave. I didn't want that. It was dark and lonely and I could feel a heavy weight in my heart. If they stayed, I wouldn't be lonely and I wouldn't have to be afraid.

To muffle the sounds of my sobs, I buried my face in the soft fabric of the cloak.

It wasn't until noon the next day that I was discovered, tear tracks left behind in the mud and red smeared on my face. They were a couple of children. The older one kinda scared me. The other was sweet and kind.

'Are you ok, miss?' He asked. I shook my head. He gently patted my head and smiled at me. 'Its ok,' he said. The older one pointed out the red stains on my face and suggested I go home with them.

I didn't want to move but I didn't want to injure my pride either. So I just pretended like I didn't hear him. Then he said he'd get his mom instead. They both ran toward something I couldn't see and didn't return for a while.

I ended up staying with the older one for a week before running off with just my cloak and my keyblade. He was a sweet boy with caring parents but I couldn't stay there any longer. I had to find the owner of the dark presence.

I searched every world I encountered but found nothing. For years, I traveled, looking for that presence that had stayed with me every night and strengthened whenever I summoned my keyblade.

I could feel a stronger presence in some worlds but I never found anything. This only fueled my fire. Not once had I thought about giving up. Not once had I doubted the existence. And over the years, I continued to learn more and more about this presence.

He was strong and ruthless; unmatched in strength and ability. He was the enemy. So what does that make me? Am I the enemy too? No... I can't be... There's a bright light inside of me. It cradles my darkness like a mother would hold her small child. That darkness doesn't hurt my light. It makes me question whether that darkness is true darkness. Did it start out as a shadow? Something that hid behind the light so it could be protected? All I know is that it's special and I can't afford to lose it. Because it's connected to him.

I can see the silhouette. Gravity-defying spikes for hair, well-defined shoulders and strong arms, long legs built up by years of training. I'd give anything to see his face. And I'd give even more just to touch his cheek.

After 10 years, I found him. It was in a place called Traverse Town. All I could see was the spiky hair and part of his keyblade, but I knew it was him.

I had never been so wrong.

'I finally found you' I said after I had rushed up behind him and hugged him tight after he finished off a group of tiny creatures that had been attacking him.

That's when I realized it wasn't him. His shoulders weren't broad enough, arms not strong enough, legs not long enough.

'Huh?!' He exclaimed. I let go and backed away.

'S-sorry' I whispered. 'Wrong person.' I turned to run but he grabbed my wrist.

'...Kurai?' I looked back at him questioningly.