[When he's with fans, Sora is happier than anything, he keeps a genuine grin on pretty much the entire time, talks to them, does cheesy peace signs when pictures are taken. Yet he sometimes scans the surrounding crowd even when he's chatting with a group, mostly looking for familiar musician faces so that he can pull band mates or others into the group as well. Sharing it with his friends was even better than getting all that attention to himself.
His gaze falls over someone eerily familiar while he's doing this, and he pretty much freezes for a second. His fans don't seem to notice, despite the fact his smile drops and his eyes widen.
It can't be him. He doesn't really exist, right? He's just someone from the weird dreams he has, right? Except... his presence, there's something about him he can't even put his finger on, it's too familiar. Something is triggered, and one of those visions, or hallucinations he's been having on occasion comes rushing over him, bringing with it the feeling of such relief, joy. There's nothing to see this time, he just hears. And feels. His own voice.
"Riku. Riku's here... I looked for you."
A tear slips down his cheek before he can stop it, his kind fans around him notice this, voice their concern, ask him what's wrong. He doesn't even hear them. Instead, he hears Riku's voice in his head.
"Come on, Sora. You've got to pull it together."
"I looked everywhere for you!" His own voice again, still in his head, but the feeling is so overwhelming he has to keep his lips tight and turn away from looking anymore, from watching the familiar figure.]
I... [He speaks again, his own voice, in the present, outside his head, and he directs it to a girl holding gently to his arm, looking up at him with concern. He chokes on a laugh, tries to fight back the tears.] Sorry... Must be all the grass!
[Yes. That's definitely it. All the grass. Totally believable. And yet, all the fans around him seem to buy it, a few girls coo "poor thing" at him.]
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His gaze falls over someone eerily familiar while he's doing this, and he pretty much freezes for a second. His fans don't seem to notice, despite the fact his smile drops and his eyes widen.
It can't be him. He doesn't really exist, right? He's just someone from the weird dreams he has, right? Except... his presence, there's something about him he can't even put his finger on, it's too familiar. Something is triggered, and one of those visions, or hallucinations he's been having on occasion comes rushing over him, bringing with it the feeling of such relief, joy. There's nothing to see this time, he just hears. And feels. His own voice.
"Riku. Riku's here... I looked for you."
A tear slips down his cheek before he can stop it, his kind fans around him notice this, voice their concern, ask him what's wrong. He doesn't even hear them. Instead, he hears Riku's voice in his head.
"Come on, Sora. You've got to pull it together."
"I looked everywhere for you!" His own voice again, still in his head, but the feeling is so overwhelming he has to keep his lips tight and turn away from looking anymore, from watching the familiar figure.]
I... [He speaks again, his own voice, in the present, outside his head, and he directs it to a girl holding gently to his arm, looking up at him with concern. He chokes on a laugh, tries to fight back the tears.] Sorry... Must be all the grass!
[Yes. That's definitely it. All the grass. Totally believable. And yet, all the fans around him seem to buy it, a few girls coo "poor thing" at him.]