The Diaries of a Writer (a Kingdom Hearts Fanfic)(Sora)

Chapter 7

I was searching in the cabinet for a bag. Any size would do me at this point. And the shelves were so high up that I was standing on my tiptoes and still couldn't reach it. With a sigh I pulled myself onto the table and stood on top. I searched through the emptiness, only to find a plastic baggie in last shelf I looked in. Typical. I looked down at the floor. Although it was only about 2 feet, but it felt like miles. I liked being this tall. As I turned my back, I saw Sora standing in the door way with a smirk on his face.

"The Ninja too short to look through the cabinets?" He teased, walking towards me, every footstep making a sound on the floor that made the room shake. I watched him, looked down at my baggie and then questioned why that name would be brought up again.

"Ninja?" I asked. He held out his arms to me, and I guess was expecting me to jump into them to get off the counter.

"Aw c'mon, I'll catch you." He read my mind. I shook my head. But before I could get off, he ran over to me and had picked me up by my knees and was already setting me on the ground. For a guy who was small, he was strong. I felt myself get small inside as he set me down. This freak feeling again? What was this boy doing to me? But at least I didn't have to worry about cracking my already welted head open now.

I quickly changed up the subject. "Why Ninja?" Nailed it.

"It's the perfect nickname for you." He moved to look in the fridge.

"I am no ninja." I laughed pathetically to myself. It was true, I am no ninja. I couldn't possibly be. I wasn't fast, I wasn't skilled, and I sure as heck looked like a lump compared to Sora. If anyone deserved the nickname of Ninja, that would be him. I could see his eyes darting around the fridge, smiling the whole way.

"Well, Its one letter away from your name, and that's good enough for me." He picked an apple out of the lower shelf and took a bite before closing the door.

"Please!" I ran my hand through my hair. "If I was a ninja, I wouldn't need a plastic bag in the first place."

I realized in that moment that I had a bag in hand and I could finally get this swelling welt to go down a little. I pulled open the freezer door and the rush of cold hit my face. I looked around it. Finding an ice cube tray with a few taken out. Thank goodness. I cracked a few into the bag and replaced the tray before closing the door. I could feel the gaze of the boy on me and it burned a hole in the side of my head.

Sora watched me close the bag and place it on my head. The pain was now taking over and I twitched when it hit. I looked at him with a pained expression on my face. His face softened from joking to a caring smile.

"Next time, I'll take the punches." He took another bit of his fruit. I laughed lightly at the thought of how Sora seemed so pained the first time he got punched in the face by that guy. It wasn't something I could easily forget.

"Please, you whined harder than I did." A joking tone came out of my mouth. He widened his eyes mid bite and I could tell he was feigning offense.

"No lady should ever get hit by anyone." He said, closing his eyes and looking at the floor. "Even if you were pretending to be a man, that still doesn't give anyone the right."

Where did this come from? This wasn't what I was expecting to come out of anyone's mouth today. I felt like there was something he wasn't telling me. But I couldn't place the thought on why. He seemed to have gotten smaller in the process and was now staring at his fruit with a foreign observation. Those word...they were really serious.

"Well then, you can be my hero." I said, placing my free hand on his shoulder. "I am gonna go try to write for a bit. If you wanna read the next chapter, I'll let you know when its done."