sora-the-explorer:

justsurrender:

therealciel:

“But it’s dangerous for someone your age to be out and about all by himself…”

Riku blinked. He was just talking to some gardener, Finny yesterday about taking him to go see his Young Master to help him with his whereabouts of his young friend, Sora, the kid who was talking to the Young Master at the moment.

What the actual fuck? I came all the way to London to look for a Sora, I didn’t think I would actually find one here.

He continued to talking to Ciel, looking around at the strange place. Everything seemed so much bigger now that he was only five years old. He couldn’t wait to go back to normal, even though he’d still probably have to look up at people.

He glanced behind Ciel and frowned. “Huh? Riku? What’re you doing here?”

“…I was looking for you..” Kinda. Riku let the end of that sentence trail off. He came to London in search for Sora, but he didn’t actually believe he would find the spiky-haired kid here. It was just about the last place on earth he would imagine Sora to be - 1880’s London, conversating amongst Victorian dressed civilians. There was a magic here that Riku could feel, but it was not the same evil magic that plagued the other worlds. Demons rested here instead of heartless beings. Their magic, and the magic from Sora and Riku’s world didn’t mix. “Nevermind that, what are you doing here!”