When Kairi was six years old, she fell in love with her two best friends – her boys, Sora and Riku – and knew that she was going to marry both of them, no matter what. Of course, her boys didn’t know it yet, having swimming and wooden swordfights on their minds more than girls, but she knew if she waited, they come to realize the same as she.
When Kairi was ten years old, she stood on the receiving end of a lecture by her adopted father as he explained to her that it was unnatural for a person to love more than one person, let alone marry, and that while her behavior was cute when she was younger, she was older and it was time for that to end. This information saddened her, and even as she explained that she was serious, he insisted that she speak no more of marrying both Sora and Riku.
When Kairi was fourteen years old, she sat on the dock with Sora, supposedly watching the sunset as her mind was turned elsewhere. She’d never forgotten the way her father had reacted four years earlier, and she felt that if what she wanted was so wrong, she’d have to choose. That was then, and she still hadn’t come any closer to deciding… or had she? “You know, Riku has changed,” she said softly, more to herself than to Sora.
“What do you mean?” Sora asked.
“Well… hm…” Kairi began, and then trailed off.
Suddenly, the words just burst out of her, like water breaking through a dam, and she couldn’t stop herself from saying them. “Sora, let’s take the raft and go – just the two of us!”
Sora looked at her in confusion. “Huh?”
Realizing exactly what she’d said, she tried her hardest to cover it up. “Just kidding!” she said, forcing a giggle.
“You’re the one who’s changed, Kairi,” he commented, still confused by the sudden twists and turns that the conversation had taken.
“Maybe…” she murmured in agreement, before she got to her feet, intending to head home. “Sora, don’t ever change.”
That night, she dreamed of aquamarine eyes and cried, knowing that she’d made her decision, but that she’d never be whole with what she was giving up.