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[mejomonster]

Someone made a dongfang qingcang alarm wake up and. Well on the upside it's less annoying than beeping. On the downside I hear him vaguely in the background and don't realize I'm supposed to be getting up. I keep thinking im just hearing someone talking down the hall. The lack of rage and going back to sleep out of rage is Down tho which

Maybe a plus

(Also like 10 years late to the party just realized I could set Anything to my alarm)

[guidingkey]

HEADCANON : //  SORA’S FAMILY & HIS CHILDHOOD.

SORA’S CHILDHOOD:

Needless to say, it was a relief to both Sora’s mother and father when Sora met Riku when he was three, the two of them becoming as close as two peas in a pod from the very beginning. Sora was still rambunctious and wild and loud and got into trouble, but they were more relaxed and at ease with the knowledge that Riku was with him at least, keeping him out of danger and keeping him company.

Sora looked up to Riku immensely as a child, admiring his knowledge and his quiet confidence and wanting to be just like him. The cave became their secret hiding place, free from the others, and Sora would spend countless hours in their, scratching drawings into the walls with their rocks as they talked of all the adventures they would have when they were older, all the fantastic places they’d go and see!

The two became three when they met Kairi, and Sora was immediately fascinated by her, wanting to know where she came from, what her home was like, who her parents were, how she got to the islands --- everything. He stopped asking when he realized that she didn’t remember anything, and how she would get sad sometimes, and instead focused on becoming her friend and making new memories for her instead, along with Riku. He made a promise to himself, and to her, to make sure to make her smile and laugh as much as possible, and always be there for her. He doesn’t remember making that promise, but it still holds true to his heart today and he keeps it close, trying to never break it.

He was absolutely inseparable from Riku and Kairi, from the moment he walked out the door to go to school he was with them, running along the dirt path with his backpack swinging from his shoulders as he talked energetically with them, to actually being in school and eating lunch with them and making up stories, to after school when they would all head out to the play islands and play around together. Sometimes they’d be joined by Selphie, Wakka and Tidus, but every time, no matter what, it was him, Riku and Kairi. Sometimes Sora would convince them to spend the night at the play island inside of the tree house, long after the sun had set, and he’d stay up as late as he could, pointing out the stars to them and making funny animal shapes through the light of the flashlight. Ironically, Sora would always be the loudest and always bother and poke Riku and Kairi to stay up as long as possible, but inevitably fall asleep first. Every time. 

Other small things:

sora was incredibly scared of the dark when he was little. he mostly got over this fear, and now it’s just a vague uneasiness. the reason he isn’t scared of the dark anymore is because of riku. he helped him get over it. 

he believed in santa until he was 8. everyone the past year had been telling him he didn’t exist and he was a little kid for still believing in him. it broke sora’s heart and he cried a lot, but resolved that he wasn’t a little kid anymore, and he was ready for the ‘truth’, proclaiming he didn’t believe in santa claus anymore. he did though. deep down, he still did, but he made sure to keep it to himself from then on. he still leaves cookies out for santa. 

sora always wanted a pet -- a cat, a dog, or even a hamster! -- and tried to convince his parents he was responsible enough for one by bringing a coconut home and acting like it was a pet. he accidentally dropped it down the stairs a few days later. (he buried the coconut in memory of it)

crabs would never go for his toes or his ears but his hair, and one time sora came back to shore out of the water with four crabs pinching the spikes of his hair. there’s a photo of it somewhere.

Even so, growing up, Sora was a rambunctious and curious little kid, always running around and getting himself into trouble. He was a tiring little tot for sure for his parents, and more than once they ran themselves ragged trying to find him, searching the house and the town before inevitably, every time, finding him on the play island.

SORA’S FAMILY:

Sora’s father, for as long as Sora can remember, is a fisherman. It’s a life that Sora’s paternal family has led for generations -- Sora’s father, his grandfather, his great-grandfather, and so on. His father’s family has always lived on the islands. 

Sora’s mother, on the other hand, moved to the islands when she was a little girl. She came from the mainland, miles away, and her family moved from the city to the tiny islands here. They were merchants, and they followed where they thought they could best thrive, and though the islands were small they were full of people and their own healthy world of commerce. 

Sora’s mother is kind and patient, indulging in Sora’s playfulness and creativity. She’d go along and play pretend with him when he was little, and smother him with love whenever humanly possible so that he would always know how much he was cherished. She would let him help out at the merchant stand every once in a while, but only sometimes. He was still a kid, and he was an energetic kid to boot. Sora’s natural curiosity was present even then at a young age, and as a result he would often knock some of the fruit off the stands or end up running off someplace else and getting into mischief there whenever he found something interesting or new. The villagers knew Sora and his parents well, often having to walk him back to his mother or father after catching him getting into trouble or being some place he shouldn’t have been.

Sora’s father is quiet and busy, but always took time out of his day to row Sora over to the islands when he was little. He’d teach Sora how to fish, and later on how to sail a boat. He’d talk about the stars and constellations to Sora, of great pirates and adventurous tales. He’s the reason why Sora was always so enamored by the idea of one day becoming a pirate and having his own ship, and setting sail as Captain with his own crew to one day have an adventure of his own and have legends told about him. 

He was a handful to look after, but he was also incredibly sweet and caring even at a young age. Sora had a knack for picking up on when his parents were feeling down or ill or sad, and would try to comfort or cheer his parents up with games or a colorfully drawn picture of the three of them. He’d offer his dessert or his juice box or his favorite action figure to them, hoping it would make them happy because those things always made him happy, and his parents were sad so they needed it more than he did. He was also very affectionate as a child and would constantly cling to his parents, forcing them to hold him up and hug him as he giggled, happy from the attention he was getting from two people he loved the most.

The night Sora went missing, Sora’s mother had come upstairs, knocking on his door to get him to come down for dinner after calling him down hadn’t worked -- and to warn him about closing the windows before any of the storm’s rain spilled in. She got upstairs to find his door open, his room dark, and his windows ajar. There was no sight of her son, and she panicked. She knew Sora was likely at the play island, but it didn’t curb her worry any --- no one should be rowing out on the sea in this weather, with waves that could topple a little boat like his. It was even more dangerous to go out now, with the storm at its height, and Sora’s mother could only hope he’d made it safely to the island.

The minute the storm died down, she went searching for him alongside his father, sure they’d find him at the play island like they always had every time he’d gone missing before.

For the first time, he wasn’t there. He wasn’t anywhere. There was no sign of him. Not him, or Riku. Only Kairi remained, and all Sora’s parents knew was that their son was out there somewhere, safe, but not home. But safe. Alive. They put up missing posters anyway, traveled to other islands, to the mainland, to see if maybe he’d arrived there. But the days and weeks and months passed, and there was no mention of him anywhere, no sighting. Life went on, but the emptiness left behind by their missing son never left.

A few weeks after Kairi’s return, Sora’s mother woke up, and wondered why she had a kid’s bedroom in her house. Why there were kid’s clothing. Photos that normally held Sora -- with his friends, or with his family -- changed so that he was no longer in them. As if he’d never existed. It was like that for a year -- where Sora’s parents kept his room locked and untouched, not knowing why such a room existed but also feeling, inexplicably, like they shouldn’t touch it or renovate it. For a year, they forgot about their son, forgot they even had one. And then one day, it came back. Memories of Sora came back, the photos changed so that he appeared in them again, and the foreign room became Sora’s room again. The knowledge of Sora came back to them, but unlike Sora’s existence disappearing from their minds before, the memory of forgetting him stayed with them. So did the guilt, and the fear, and the anguish. For an entire year, they’d forgotten their son. Their precious son, the most important person in the world to them. And he was still out there somewhere, far away. Kairi had disappeared as well -- both of Sora’s friends gone someplace no one could reach. All Sora’s parents could do was hope the three of them were okay and found their way back to each other, and that they would all find their way back home too. Months later, Kairi arrived back. She told them Riku and Sora were just here, and they’d be back soon, but they had something important to do first. It was difficult to hear, and unsatisfying, but Sora’s mother trusted Kairi --- and trusted that Sora would be safe. It didn’t make it any easier, however, to know her son had only just been here a few hours ago and she’d missed him, and she wouldn’t be able to see him again for a while longer. 

This last time was different. Kairi and Riku were back, and so were a bunch of newcomers as well --- people who didn’t live on the island, but were welcomed warmly into the village’s folds. And Sora’s mother was ecstatic, overwhelmed. Kairi and Riku were back, which meant Sora was too. At last, after nearly three years, her son and his friends were home. She would be able to hold her child in her arms again and keep him safe, make up for all the lost time. Seeing Riku and Kairi again, it only solidified what Sora’s mother already knew: how much time had passed. How the years had passed. They were kids still, but all grown up. They weren’t children anymore. The innocence of childhood had been lost, and Sora’s mother felt her heart ache at that. She’d missed out on Sora’s childhood, as did Riku and Kairi’s own parents. Their kids had grown up without them. Had grown taller now than she was. She expected to see the same of Sora ------ only to find out the truth of it, and how her son wasn’t ever coming home.