@anctherversion plotted!
It had been five years-- five years since he'd last seen his friends. One thousand, eight hundred, twenty-five days give or take. He was starting to wonder if all of it had been a dream. Kairi, Donald, Goofy--
Riku.
Getting up each day- in his small one bedroom apartment. Munny had no value here-- he'd had to work to afford where he was. There was no time to figure out a way home when everything here was about survival.
He locked the door as he left, making his way down the stairs and following the familiar path to the train station. What he hadn't expected was to hear a voice. A voice he wasn't sure he was hearing. How many dreams had he had-- whimsical wishes to be saved from this mundane life?
He turned around, mouth falling open in disbelief.
"Riku?"
















