A/n: To my dearest friend Ginger. Thanks for putting up with me. One of those stories that started off as something different, but took itself in its own direction. Please remember to review, it hurts my feelings when people don't. I don't write just to see pageviews.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, and really don't want it. I gain no profit from this.
On Sora's first day home he spends it with his mother and father. He catches up with them and receives all of his favorite foods on a silver platter and a giant silver spoon stuck in his mouth. They both look older, and Mom looks a bit shorter and possibly a bit rounder. Dad looks like he has less hair and possibly has more lines on his forehead. And the whole day is spent crying and hugging, and Sora wouldn't have it any other way.
The second day back requires Sora to reacquaint himself with all of his neighbors. And they bring his favorite foods over in casserole dishes. They hug and cry, and Sora couldn't be happier to have it all back. They all look taller, or shorter. Some have gained weight, and some have lost some. Everybody on the island comes to visit him, and Sora wouldn't have it any other way.
Day three sees Sora spending company with solely Riku and Kairi. The trio locks themselves up in Sora's room and don't emerge until their reinstated curfew time. Kairi is crying, and Riku is sulking. Sora tries his best to cheer them up with hugs and jokes but very few things he says or does changes the looks on their faces. But at the end of the day, when smiles finally break onto their faces, Sora decides he wouldn't have it any other way.
Sora finds himself staring at his closet on the fourth day of his return. It hits him then that none of these clothes will fit him anymore, and he really should get rid of those pumpkin pants now. So, he goes about his room holding back tears as he carefully gathers the things he won't need anymore. Old shoes, clothes and toys are piled into a cardboard box and left outside on the curb. Sora goes to bed that night feeling as if he lost something important, knowing that his old wooden sword was currently out in the street. But, furiously, he forces himself to believe he wouldn't have it any other way.
Awaking on the fifth day, Sora finds his wooden sword next to his bed and a note attached to it. He reads the note, and cries as he picks it up. He pulls on his shoes and leaves his house. And when he arrives on the play beach's shores, and sees Riku there with his own wooden sword, and Kairi waving adamantly at him, Sora knows he wouldn't have it any other way.