Fanfiction ► Can't Believe I'm Still Chained to this Kid

[Prophet]

Wow, some many posts. I'm happy now, yay! Well, don't apologize Keybladesmitey for not replying. I was just suprised you didn't post for a while. Anyway here is the next update, sorry it took so long. Also, it contains some suggestive themes so if you don't like Zuki or derranged perverts like him, then don't read the part in italics. Also remember... this is for the PROJECT that Zuki and Xenahort are working on... Some more will revealed about that in the future... Anyway here it is...


Ira sat on her bed, shuddering from the memories of the naked Zuki hologram, the images seared into her brain like a hot poker. Zuki had finally called off the hologram and Ira breathed a sigh of relief. She had tried to ignore it, but it’s hard to ignore something that’s dancing naked in front of you. She surveyed the room carefully, trying to see where the hologram had been projected from, but the projectors were too well concealed. So she just sat there, ready for any more of Zuki’s sick tricks…

Zuki was actually staring through a TV monitor, watching the season finale of American Idol. The TV show was directly broadcast from a non-descript world called Earth. Earth was a very special world, because it connected several other worlds together, like the Land of Dragons, Port Royal, and Beast’s castle. It was the path to an even greater world, where the central government established laws about world travel and such. It was there that he got busted and assigned to Keytaker duty. He spat at the monitor, swearing at all the memory of the people that had ruined his life. Stupid government, he thought venomously, We’ll show them when our plan goes through. But first, Ira… He turned to look at the surveillance monitor. Ira was still sitting on her cot, looking around suspiciously. She actually glanced at the camera once or twice, but always her gaze passed on. Zuki sighed as he watched her cross her legs and put her head in her hand to think. She really was beautiful, from her smooth tan legs to her long chestnut hair. It really was a shame that she had to be part of this whole ordeal. But Xenahort had said that they needed a spirit in order to complete the experiment, and Ira was the ideal spirit for the job. But she was playing hard to get… Suddenly a beep sounded on his mini-computer. He picked it up, and saw Xenahort’s face staring up at him through the video feed. It was excited, by restrained. “Zuki,” he said, his eyes shining with anticipation and evilness, “It’s time, you may bring her down now.”
“But she has not yet surrendered herself,” replied Zuki, wondering why Xenahort didn’t already know this.
“That is of no concern,” Xenahort replied smoothly, rubbing his temple in fatigue, “I have finally finished the machine. You may take her down, and make sure to remove any objects from her that hamper the transformation. She must be bare in order for the project to work.”
“But if she has not surrendered herself, then we may have a more difficult time in ensuring her cooperation,” said Zuki, alarmed at Xenahort’s faulty insight.
“Like I said, that is of no concern,” replied Xenahort again, his emotionless eyes flashing slightly at the resistance of his orders, “If you have to, you must subdue her by any means necessary.”
“But she might get hurt!” shouted Zuki, surprised at his own outburst against the Wielder. Xenahort sat, stunned at his Keytaker’s sudden mood swing. But he recovered quickly.
“Zuki,” he whispered, speaking softly, tonelessly into his end of the monitor, “You acknowledged that risk when you agreed to help me with this plan. And if you can’t follow my orders, I may have to cut you out of this project. And don’t forget, I am your Wielder. You are ordered to serve ME… and me alone. Spirits don’t have feelings. They feel nothing. You are nothing.” And with that the link terminated.

Zuki sat, feeling emotionless as he stared at the blank screen on his mini-computer. He had been given a direct order, and it was endless torture for those who failed to answer. He already felt the bubbles of pain beginning in his stomach. For some reason he hesitated, feeling a strange feeling he had never felt before. What was it? he wondered, staring down at Ira on the security monitor. He had never felt this way about torturing Ira with his mind games, but for some reason, actual pain caused him to hesitate. Why? Zuki wondered for a second, but a sharp blast of pain brought him back to reality. The Wielder had given him an order, and he was to obey it. And besides, he tried to grin half-heartedly, Removing any objects that might hamper the transformation? Zuki could think of quite a few articles that would need removing…

Haerthos panted, a thousand angry stabs of pain hammering in his chest. He held the two Keyblades limply at his side as hundreds of Nobodies circled around him, hissing menacingly. His vision blurred slightly, and he realized that sweat was dripping down his face. The endless sea of white had come at him like a tidal wave of thorns and whitewater, and he had thrown himself headlong into their midst. Slashing left and right with the dual Keyblades, he took out scores of them as his Keyblades flashed in a cascade of colors like a kaleidoscope of spinning light. But as strong as the Keyblades made him, the sheer force of numbers was wearing down on him. Nobodies swarmed in from the World that Never Was, replacing the ones cut down by his Keyblades, and for everyone that vanished in a puff of white smoke, another flashed down in a thunderbolt of white thorns. There were just too many of them… Haerthos backed up slowly, slashing at any Dusk that got too close, but he was slowing down, and they knew that. They slowly closed in around him, dodging his tired swipes and moving closer. Haerthos stumbled backwards, almost tripping on himself, landed in the slimy tentacles of a Dusk. “Ahhh!” screamed Haerthos, in exhaustion, disgust, and desperation, and slashed backward as he flung himself from its grasp. The Dusk sputtered as energy was driven from its insides, and it popped like a balloon, fragments of nothingness disappearing into shimmering bubbles. Haerthos turned from the fallen Dusk, and looked around him in desperation. Maybe there was a way out… But there was none. The Nobodies surrounded him, shifting side to side slowly, their sightless eyes peering at him, deciding the best time to strike. Haerthos checked his inventory, already knowing what he would find. The FIREWALL was out of gas, making it useless. The Magneti-kit was broken, thanks to a couple of magnet-proof Sorcerers. The Tornado-maker was trashed, the portable generator was out of juice, and his cellphone wasn’t getting a signal! “Could this get any worse…?” Haerthos wondered aloud, slashing at a Creeper that came too close. He had to ask…

Suddenly a gigantic cyclone of lightning and thorns blasted down from the endless abyss that was the World Betwixt and Between. It flashed like the disco ball at his High school Reunion, and blasted apart in a shockwave of energy. A solid white foot stepped onto the invisibridge, and a tirade of swirling white thorns protruded from a skeletal back. Haerthos groaned as the Twilight Thorn entered the battle scene. The general of Xemnas’s Nobody Army, it had almost defeated Roxas single handedly, and was the toughest specimen on this side of the starry sky. To put it nicely, this was NOT good… Haerthos checked his pack for more Drive orbs. No more. He had used Final Form to take care of the last wave that came, but another one was coming, and he had no more drive orbs. The Keyblades felt heavier and heavier in his hands, and he wasn’t sure he could raise them for another slash. The Nobodies drew closer, and Haerthos lowered his Keyblades in defeat. It was over…

Haerthos drew his blades into a defensive stance, not willing to go out without a fight. The Nobodies advanced cautiously, slowly moving toward the defeated Haerthos, but two were not so cautious. Two Samurais leapt forward, swords raised in combat. Haerthos accelerated his arm forward, blocking the first sword, and lunged forward to stab the Samurai through the chest. The Samurai leapt backward, parrying his lunge, and hacked downward with his blade. Haerthos barely managed to get out of the way, and slashed the Samurai in a burst of strength. The Samurai shrieked as it exploded in a cloud of nothingness, and Haerthos swung around to fight the second Samurai. But he felt a cold blade against his throat, and he looked up to see the Samurai, with its sword pressed against his throat. He lowered his Keyblades, knowing he was too tired to raise his Keyblades in defense. It truly was over… He could almost see the triumph in its eyes, a burning blackness like a fireball of darkness becoming greater and greater reflected in his eyes. It became bigger and bigger, and Haerthos knew it was the end. He closed his eyes and heard the whooshing sound of a sword being drawn back. “I-I’m sorry your Majesty…” he whispered, a slight tear forming at the corner of his eye, waiting for the final kiss of death on his neck. He heard a hiss of air, and shut his eyes even tighter. This was it…

Suddenly, Haerthos felt something whoosh over his head and explode a couple inches from him. He shot up, eyes wide, and leapt backward. The Samurai stared down at the glowing hole in its stomach and collapsed into a pile of white mist. Haerthos spun around, to see a solitary figure standing at the entrance to the World Betwixt and Between. He was wearing a fading yellow vest, and had baggy, ripped jeans. His white-silver hair looked like the grey steel of the sword that had almost ended Haerthos’s life. He looked upon the fallen Samurai in disgust and raised his hand, a purple and green sphere of energy forming in his palm. “Right on time, Riku,” whispered Haerthos, knowing in a second that this one was no imitation. Riku let fly another dark blast of energy and it struck a Dusk headfirst, sending it flying to the group of Nobodies. Riku leapt into the air, and somersaulted over to Haerthos. Haerthos pulled back and slashed a nearby Assassin, as Riku landed next to him, blasting a Dancer with a flash of dark energy. Haerthos wordlessly tossed him the Keyblade of Darkness, and they brandished their Keyblades in a defensive stance, back to back against the horde of Nobodies surrounding them. Riku’s eyes were narrowed, calculating. Haerthos was busy reaching into his pocket for an adrenaline pill. Normally these were illegal drugs, and could get you addicted if you used them too much, but in this case Haerthos was ready to break a few rules. He popped the pill, feeling the sudden rush of adrenaline and energy coursing through his veins. He was back. Riku, shifted his mass slightly to the left, and Haerthos read his movement. He copied it, similarly sliding slightly to his left, and raising his Keyblade to the appropriate height. They stepped backward so their feet rested loosely against each other, looking almost relaxed as they leaned back, loose and lifeless. A couple of Dusks squinted, unable to understand why the two weren’t moving. The Nobodies moved in for a closer look. And Riku and Haerthos exploded in a blast of light.

Ira sat on her bed, peering closely at a normal looking stone on the curve of her stone prison. It looked like all the other ones, except as she looked at it closely she could see the telltale glimmering surface of a camera lens. So that was where the camera was… She was thinking about how she could use this for her advantage when a familiar hissing filled the air. She sat up, spar in hand as the door slid open to reveal a familiar face.
“Zuki,” she said, coolly, moving the spar lightly from one hand to the other, “Come here to get a humiliating defeat again?” Zuki didn’t answer, his eyes not meeting hers. She frowned, unnerved by this uncharacteristic behavior of Zuki. He raised his face, and his eyes were emotionless and steely.
“It’s time,” he said, smoothly, raising his hand toward her, “You must come with me now. Xenahort is waiting…”
“Over my dead body!” she shouted, brandishing the spar like a spear, readying herself for Zuki’s onslaught. Zuki sighed, as if her words were truly going to take place. He reached into his pocket, and Ira readied herself for an attack. But he pulled out his grey mini-computer and typed in a few commands. Suddenly another hissing filled the air, and Ira looked around suspiciously. Something clicked above her, and she looked up into the endless space above her. Something was coming… She screamed, but it was muffled as she was doused in a giant splash of foul smelling liquid. It poured over her like a waterfall, and she collapsed to the ground under the pressure, gasping for air as the liquid drained out through a drain that had appeared in the floor. Finally, the torrent of liquid ended, and she slowly stood, sopping wet in this foul smelling liquid. “What was that for?” she screamed at Zuki, expecting him to gain some sick pleasure out of this, but he averted his eyes, acting somewhat guilty at his actions. She grumbled, trying to squeeze some of the liquid off her shirt, but Zuki interrupted her.
“It won’t work,” he whispered, turning her eyes up to her and pressing more buttons on his mini-computer, “The scent attaches itself to the clothes and never washes off. It comes off the body easily though.” Ira looked suspiciously at Zuki, and a familiar look entered his eyes. For a second, he was the same Zuki that had imprisoned her.
“What did you spray me with?” she asked, voice shaking in fury, and Zuki smiled in a hauntingly familiar way.
“Oh, nothing… just about fifty gallons of Heartless Pheromones. You are officially now a person who opened their heart to darkness, and any Shadow that smells you know is going to come straight at you, ready to take your heart.” Ira looked nervously at the drain in the floor at could swore she saw a pair of gleaming yellow eyes. “Of course it doesn’t stick to your body, and will come right off with water,” Zuki continued briskly, staring at the drain intently, as if expecting company, “But I’m afraid your clothes will have to go.” Ira stared at him in shock and in horror. This man was the sickest freak she had ever seen. But he was right. Her clothes would draw the Heartless like flies to a carcass. Ira stared at Zuki, hatred blazing in her eyes, and Zuki stared right back, his mind not on what was going to happen next, but on what was going to happen when he would have to take her to Xenahort. Ira shuddered as she felt a shred of darkness lapping at her feet, and tried to kick it away, but the creeping sensation still lay with her. She hesitated for the only second she could spare, and then with a snarl at Zuki, unbuckled her belt and dropped it to the floor. Zuki continued to stare at her, waiting expectedly, and as she removed any objects that might hamper the transformation, just the way Xenahort had requested.

Riku and Haerthos slashed through the Nobodies, unleashing attack after attack. Haerthos sprang backward, pushing off Riku’s hand and vaulting himself into the swarm of Nobodies, slashing left and right with his Keyblade. Riku slid under the flying Haerthos, and blasted a mob of Dusks with a dark energy blast. They grabbed hands, and swung around in an arc with their own momentum, spinning like a top, Keyblades glittering like a blazing cyclone of fire. They slashed through scores of the Nobodies, ending in a terrific slashing attack. Haerthos smacked the ground, blasting fifty or so Nobodies into the air, and Riku vaulted off his shoulders to finish them off. Haerthos spun around in a scything movement and threw his Keyblade in a Strike Raid attack. It flashed through the air like a bolt of lightning and blasted through a line of Nobodies, knocking them over like dominoes. Riku caught the Keyblade midair and landed, slashing Nobodies left and right with his dual Keyblades. Haerthos followed, grabbing any Nobodies as he passed, blasting them with blow after blow with his raining fists. Riku roared like a maniac, blasting Nobody after Nobody with his dual Keyblades, flashing in the dull light of the world like twin fireflies in the greyness, with Haerthos covering his back, lashing out with tooth, nail, foot, and fist against all oncomers. They fought their way to the edge of the world, to the entrance of the World that Never Was. Riku turned and tossed the Keyblade of Light back to Haerthos. Haerthos caught it with ease, and they both pointed their Keyblades at the horde of Nobodies before them. Haerthos and Riku both looked at each other and nodded, bracing themselves against the sealed exit. Haerthos quickly used his free hand to grab his mini-computer and type in the coordinates for his star. He would need full feed for this. The stars stats showed up and he uploaded a full connection. The Keyblades glowed with white hot light, blazing like the sun they were connected with. This one was going to be hot. Riku and Haerthos both concentrated on a single point that connected their two Keyblades, and their hearts let fly. BAMMMMM! Light engulfed the World Betwixt and Between, blasting its way through the world, torrents of lightning and flames flushing through the cyclone of nothingness like water through a pipeline. The Nobodies screamed as the white hot light of a young star blasted through their veins and the holy power of light crushed them all into oblivion. Haerthos and Zuki held on to each other, the powerful light scorching their bodies, and blasting their retinas. The power of the Keyblades shielded them from the dangerous energy, like a radiation suit against radiation, but remember, a single drop of a stars energy can power a world for three trillion years. That’s a lot of energy. Haerthos screamed as the nearly infinite energy of a star ripped through his innards and shredded his frail body to metaphorical pieces. Riku screamed as the holy light blasted through his dark tainted body, literally tearing his soul into a million pieces. The light roared like a fierce wind in a miniscule wind tunnel, and spun so fast that the air began to combust spontaneously. But as soon as it started it was over. The light and wind died down, and Haerthos and Riku were standing alone on a pale invisible bridge, fires burning randomly in the middle of the air, long scratches visible along the bridge and edges. They both turned and saw that the entrance to the World that Never Was was now open, blasted open by their ferocious attack. They turned slightly, looked at each other and stared. Neither said a word. Riku shifted slightly on his feet, and Haerthos rubbed the back of his head subconsciously. “Ehhh,” he said lamely, trying to think of something to say to the familiar, yet total stranger called Riku. Riku shuffled on his feet, uncharacteristically nervous, a lot different than when he was in battle. Haerthos tried to think of something to say, but couldn’t. “Uhhh…” he tried to say, wondering what you could say to someone you’ve known for five years, but never actually talked too, “Thanks.”
“No problem,” replied Riku, looking relieved that Haerthos had talked first, “You looking for him too, then?”
“Yeah,” answered Haerthos, returning Riku’s gaze. It had a friendly shine now.
“Seems to be the man of the hour,” grinned Riku, and started off into the portal, turning first, “You coming?” Haerthos nodded, putting his Keyblade back in his Invisipack with a flick. Riku nodded and did the same with Mickey’s Keyblade, unintentionally activating the self-email feature. Now it would simply code itself to Riku’s DNA, making him its temporary Wielder. Well, thought Haerthos as he followed Riku into the portal, it couldn’t be in better hands.

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There it is, the next update. Again, I'm sorry if it has some themes in it and stuff, but remember, it is neccesary for the project! What project could need Ira naked? And I promise you, it is totally non-sexual (the project), but she has to have no contaminations (or clothes and stuff). SCIENCE RULES! Anyway, have good lives, and please reply with criticism and stuff.

 

[Keyblade Smitey]

Awesome... truely awesome. If you ever consider becoming a professional writer, you have my full support. The only possible way it could've been better would've been if we had VR helmets and were actually there

Absolutely amazing and I hope Xenahort gets what's comming to him, no-one can stand being called nothing for long!

 

[Prophet]

Thanks for the post Keyblade smitey. Here is the next chapter. WARNING- After this chapter is going to be the biggest blown out fight between Zuki and Haerthos ever! So don't forget to post so I can update. Also, as always, this chapter contains some VERY suggestive themes, and also some things innapropriate for younger audiences. IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ THOSE PARTS, SKIP THE PARTS IN ITALICS. You can understand the story without reading the parts in italics, so don't worry about it. You have been warned, younger audiences.

Ira strode purposefully down the white halls of the castle. Out of her prison, she recognized the silvery gray metal that made up the Nobody Castle in the World that Never Was from her time with the King. It was the same as she remembered, cold, white, and blank. Zuki lead her down the hall, occasionally turning back to make sure she was keeping up. She felt his eyes gaze at her naked body, and she ignored it with the utmost humiliation. She had agreed to follow Zuki and make no attempts to escape, as long as he didn’t force her to come. Zuki had agreed surprisingly and Ira had wondered why he didn’t press his advantage to take her by force. Perhaps he wasn’t such a pervert after all. She was so consumed her thoughts that she didn’t notice that Zuki had stopped suddenly, and she bumped into him, toppling them down a small flight of stairs. She shouted as she fell, and Zuki grabbed her tumbling as they hit the ground until they landed, Ira sprawled on the ground with Zuki on top of her, mouth covering hers.
“Oh, my apologies,” said Zuki, feigning surprise and embarrassment, climbing off her, and reaching a hand out to help her up, “I missed a step and must of fallen.” Ira stared up at him with burning hatred in her eyes, and slapped away his helpful hand and stood on her own. Zuki shrugged and continued to walk, Ira fuming behind him. Zuki had taken his sweet time getting off her! And to think she wouldn’t notice the way he landed perfectly on her body! No, he still was the same Zuki, she thought venomously, as she continued her humiliating walk down to the castle basement, wiping her lips with her hand rigorously.

Zuki was exploding inside, the awe and dizziness of what he had done expanding inside him like an infinite balloon, ready to rupture at any second. Ira’s kiss was amazing! It burned through him like a hot knife through butter, melting his insides and letting them drip silently on the white floor. She was so beautiful… But in a different way… Zuki had kissed other girls before and they were beautiful beyond compare. But something about Ira was different… Her kiss haunted him as he walked down the grey, icelike halls. He turned back to look at her, watching her eyes carefully. Her deep blue eyes were glazed over, like a sapphire lake frozen over in ice. She was thinking… Probably about how to escape, he thought, almost hoping she would. It would give him an excuse to reach for her… Touch her again… Feel that haunting kiss that he had stolen from her carefully guarded soul… He looked up again, to see Ira’s eyes sharpen, realize that he was staring at her, and blaze with hatred again. Zuki quickly moved his eyes from hers, scanning the rest of her body before continuing forward. He couldn’t let on… If she actually thought he had feelings for her… NO! he thought fiercely, trying to dirty the Ira in his mind with the words and feelings he had attributed to other women, but it wouldn’t dirty her. She was clean, pure, a shining angel in the midst of fallen. She radiated such brilliance that it hurt him to even look at her. He would have been content to just watch her on the surveillance monitors forever, trying again and again to have that kiss of love and of passion he got from all women. But she was different. She wouldn’t fall and now Xenahort was impatient. He needed her body… Zuki winced at the different ways they needed her body. Zuki needed her deep blue eyes… Her kiss… He shook his head slowly. Xenahort needed the body of a spirit. A strong spirit. It didn’t matter that she was the most beautiful thing anyone had every seen, or that she radiated the light of a thousand suns. All that mattered was she was theirs. And now she was going to be part of their project, willing or not…

Haertho kicked the last Dusk to the ground, stabbing it forcefully with his Keyblade. It hissed as it stopped squirming and deflated like a popped balloon until it lay still, disappearing into the ground. Riku wiped his Keyblade off on the ground as the bleeding body of a Heartless let out a steaming hiss of purple smoke and faded.
“Is that the last one?” he asked, drawing his Keyblade back out of the ground and looking around cautiously. Riku nodded, and looked out over the ledge to the floating white castle that hung in the sky by an invisible thread. Magic? I think not, thought Haerthos, keenly spotting the invisible magnetic generators near the base of the castle. These giant magnets had polarities opposite of the sea of magnetic liquid below them. This liquid repelled the engines so strongly that the castle floated in the sky, the magnetic power crushing against each other with the pressure and strength to crush a Behemoth in seconds flat. The power to keep that baby running was illegally attached to a monster of a star near the edge of the galaxy. Haerthos had been meaning to tell the authorities about it, but he never figured he’d be back here again, and besides… the authorities weren’t going to like he was wielding a Keyblade illegally. Riku interrupted his thoughts with a dry comment.
“Any ideas how to get inside?” he said, pointing the Keyblade of Darkness at the castle, and Haerthos immediately noticed that the invisibridge was withdrawn into the castle’s bowels.
“Well the last time it opened, it was because of Sora’s connection with Kairi,” said Haerthos, trying to remember what happened a couple of years ago.
“How’d you know about that?” said Riku, turning suddenly with a strange glint in his eyes. Haerthos gulped. He hadn’t told Riku the truth yet. “I’ve been doing a lot of research on Sora,” he lied quickly, as Riku looked at him suspiciously, “You’d be surprised what you can find on Google.”
“What’s Google?” asked Riku, suspiciously.
“It’s like a… never mind,” said Haerthos exasperated with Destiny Island’s lack of tech, “Let’s just say I have my sources.” He turned before Riku could ask him more questions. If he found out he had recorded all of their adventures by minicamera then he would never hear the end of it. He was even thinking of making it into a video game… Nah, who would buy a video game about some kid hitting people with keys?
“Well you’re right,” replied Riku, turning his attention back to the castle, “It was Sora’s love for Kairi that connected the bridge. If someone we loved were there, something similar might work…” He pondered the thoughts for a while, thinking quietly while Haerthos stood stock still. He knew someone in there… But would it really work? He shifted slightly on his feet, wondering if the feelings he felt for Ira were as strong as the ones Sora had for Kairi. If they weren’t, and these feelings weren’t strong enough, then it wouldn’t work. Or worse, if Ira didn’t feel the same way about him… He gulped, the moment of truth weighing heavily on his heart. This was it… He walked forward, past the surprised Riku, and raised his Keyblade in the air, leaning his head back with his eyes closed, a soft breeze blowing silently through his hair. It reminded him of Ira’s soft hands, that one night on the gummi ship. He pictured her in his mind, beautiful and alive, and he heard Riku’s gasp of amazement as a ray of light emitted from the Keyblade and shot toward the foreboding castle like a bolt of lightning.

Ira felt it hit like a blast of fire in the midst of an icy lake. It shot through her bones and her veins like liquid fire, racing through her naked body, a snake of fire slithering up her figure like the hand of a lover. She recognized the touch as it reached her lips, the blazing light taking form in the pit of her mind. “Haerthos?” she whispered aloud, and Zuki turned to see Ira standing stock still, looking like a lightning rod in the midst of a thunderstorm. She glowed with unmatched blazes, and her figure was alight with shining light, a pinnacle of light blazing in the darkness. Zuki gasped as she rose into the air, levitating on a cushion of air, her bare frame shining with every particle of her being, every atom emitting the light of a burning star, and every follicle of her hair illuminated by a fiery inner light the coursed through her spiritual body. She shone like the heavenly angel that she was, the bursting light threatening to explode out of her frail body and consume Zuki with its light. And then as soon as it happened, it ended. The light blasted outward from Ira’s body, exploding outward like a luminous sphere, growing larger and larger as the light grew too powerful for her spiritual frame to contain. And as suddenly as it grew, it stopped, rebounding on some invisible surface, imploding on itself until it shrank to a pinprick of light, an orb of light, shining right above her heart. And then it blossomed outward, an arrow of light shooting from her heart, blazing its path through the white walls of the castle and shooting off into space.

And with that burst of energy, the light faded from her body, and she floated slowly down from the air, her feet brushing the ground softly. Zuki ran forward, and caught her as she slumped to the ground unconscious, her soft belly rising up and down with easy breaths. Zuki held her limp body, taking in its beauty and fragrant smell. Her eyes were closed lightly, as if she was sleeping, her smooth face calm and serene, as she lay in Zuki’s arms. He lightly touched her face, and feeling no resistance, moved in to kiss her. But something stopped him. Something wanted him to kiss her and feel her kiss back. To feel the passion he felt for her in her kiss. He stopped suddenly, standing up. He had never felt that way before. He had always been satisfied with stealing love from all the women he had come across, but Ira wouldn’t satisfy him. He needed her kiss, her passion, her love… He stared down at Ira remembering her body shining with the radiance of a thousand stars, and her eyes shining with everlasting light. Even now, her body glistened with sweat and shining remnants of the power before. But then he remembered her last words. She had whispered the words he thought he would never hear again.
“Haerthos…” he whispered, the familiar word igniting fires of hatred and jealousy within his heart. Haerthos was back. It was he that connected the light between them. He had heard the words he spoke in her ear as Ira had hung in the air like a shining star in the night sky. “I love you,” he whispered, his fist tightening, his nails cutting into his palm. And then, he asked her if she loved him too. Zuki almost laughed. Who could love a scrawny little weakling like him? Ira could. She said yes. The light had responded and sent it back to Haerthos. He was in…

Zuki stood, the fountain of hate and envy overflowing within him. Haerthos loved Ira, and she loved him back. She would never love him now. He felt his eyes do something strange, as he fell into a pit of despair. He would never feel her kiss the way it was meant to be given… He would never feel her touch the way he wanted to receive it… He would never feel their bodies, linked together in love… She loved another… Suddenly, his body was overcome by an overwhelming feeling. He felt no anger, no hate, no lust… only emptiness and pain. He stared down at the unconscious Ira, and felt something wet fall from his eye. A tear? No, he thought fiercely, wiping away his wetness. If Ira wouldn’t give him the love, he’d just have to take it…


Haerthos leaped for joy as the light came bounding back to him, a chariot of fire blazing through the night sky. It shot through the air like a golden bolt of lightning from a stormy grey cloud. It struck the Keyblade, lighting it up like a blazing supernova, emblazoned with the fiery love that Ira had sent back to him. She loved him! She really loved him! Haerthos was about to jump off the cliff and swim through the ocean to get her, but fortunately, Riku put and hand on his shoulder, and Haerthos saw that the bridge was shooting out from the inside of the castle, and landed neatly on the edge of the cliff. Oh yeah that would be easier… thought Haerthos sheepishly as he and Riku ran up the bridge together, up into the bowels of the dark grey castle.

They climbed the last step, gazing cautiously around the inside of the castle for oncoming Nobodies. There were none so they hopped up onto the grey metal floor, and stared around at the bleak surroundings.
“Don’t do much interior decorating, I guess,” muttered Riku as he stared around the grey blank walls. Haerthos laughed, looking around for a clue that might lead them to Ira and the others. There was nothing. Well what did you expect? thought Haerthos, half-jokingly, They’d have a sign that said, Rescue Parties To The Left? Riku slowly walked over to a half buried computer terminal and frowned at its blinking message. Haerthos hurried over before Riku hurt himself, and typed in a few commands. The computer blinked to life and asked for a password. “Any ideas?” asked Haerthos, drumming slightly on the computers keyboard.
“Sea-salty Ice Cream?” asked Riku sarcastically, and Haerthos jokingly typed it in. To their surprise the computer beeped in acknowledgement and the main menu popped into view.
“We’re in!” shouted Haerthos, surprised, as he accessed the computers main files. Let’s see… Microsoft Word… Internet Explorer… Halo 3… Map… “Bingo…” whispered Haerthos, and clicked on the file. It opened up, and suddenly a map of the entire castle was spread across the screen. Haerthos smiled. Maps in chests were SOOOOO last year... He browsed through the map, Riku looking carefully over his shoulders. “This place has got a thousand bathrooms!” he whistled in awe, staring around at the largeness of the place. Haerthos nodded in agreement, scanning the map for any clues of where Ira might be. His eyes flew up and down the map until they caught something important. “Prison…” he muttered, clicking on the entry, and it showed the current occupants. “There’s Sora and the others,” he said, bringing up the fastest coordinates, and handing them to Riku, “Here’s the fastest way to get to them. You should free them, and then meet me in the main hall.” “Aren’t you coming with me?” asked Riku, checking the coordinates on the electronic map. “No,” Haerthos shook his head and turned back to the map, “I have to find someone else first.” Riku hesitated, and then nodded, turning and running down a long hall. Haerthos watched him leave, and then turned back to the computer terminal. He fed the Keyblade’s infrared signal into the hard drive, and then searched the Keyblade for a record of the signal he had received from Ira. He found it and searched the Computers terminal for matches. There was one on the basement floor, in the hall toward the Laboratory. It wasn’t moving. Haerthos gasped, and tried to get a visual, but there were no cameras in that part of the castle. He printed out the coordinates, and with the map in his hands went off to find Ira, the Keyblade swinging lightly at his side.

Haerthos walked through the empty halls, his footsteps mocking him as they echoed off the pale walls. He pulled his Keyblade out carefully and checked the coordinates on his map. A pale red dot blinked where Ira’s location was, and he took a quick right turn and entered another hallway. The beeping noise grew louder, which means he was getting closer. His strides grew longer as leapt down a flight of stairs and ran forward. The beeping got stronger. He ran, his heart thumping as fast as the beeping on the map. It beeped faster and faster until it was a just a single long whine. Haerthos turned a corner, and almost slipped at what he saw. There was a huge white door in front of him, shiny and silver, with a giant grey lock on it. Haerthos could feel Ira was just beyond that door. He brought up his Keyblade to blast open that lock, but suddenly he heard a familiar zapping noise, and seven Dusks materialized around him, hissing menacingly. “NOOOO!” he roared as brought his Keyblade up in a ferocious swoop, slashing at the first Nobody to get in his way. Dusks slithered up from the ground like snakes, and massed around him. Soon he was surrounded by flailing white bodies, slashing, hacking at the flood of white thorns that engulfed him, but they were too much. “IRA!” he screamed, bashing Dusks left and right with the Keyblade, his anger turning into rage as he sliced and diced the Nobodies, ripping through the torrent of nothingness like lightning through the night sky.

Zuki cried as he kissed Ira again and again. He had thrown her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and brought her down the hall to the room before the laboratory. Here he threw her unconscious body to the ground, and kissed it, trying to get the passion he needed out of her body. But she didn’t return it. She lay as limp as a Nobody on the ground, ignoring his most desperate pleas for her love. He stopped kissing her, his body racking with sobs as his tears dripped onto her smooth, angelic face. His hands touched her hair, moving it off her face so he could see her beautiful eyes, but they were closed against him, shutting him out from the most important part of her life. He cried, collapsing on top of her, his body against hers, pinning her to the ground, but he felt no pleasure. He only felt emptiness and pain. He felt nothing. He was nothing… “NO!” he screamed, kissing Ira fervently again, “I AM NOT NOTHING!” His hands brushed her hair out of the way as he kissed her again, fiery blazes traveling down his body as his hands followed the silken curve of her body, feeling the tingling shock, and then holding her waist while he kissed her fragrant hair, her mouth, and her neck. But she didn’t respond. Even to push him away would be better then nothing. He kneeled above her, tears running down his face as he stared down at the woman of his dreams, unresponsive and empty. It was hopeless… She wouldn’t give it too him…

Then he heard the banging noises from outside the door. He wiped away his tears and opened his minicomputer. There was a major battle going on the other side of the door. It was him… Zuki felt a sudden rage that he had never felt before. He was the one that took Ira’s heart! He was the one who stole Ira from him… He was the reason Ira could never love Zuki… Zuki grabbed Ira’s arm and unceremoniously through her over his shoulder, his tears evaporating as they came in contact with his blazing skin. “Haerthos will not take you away from me…” he whispered in Ira’s ear, and turned to walk away. Before he left though, he typed something quickly on his minicomputer and dropped it to the floor, the paper fluttering like a feather in the wind. “Have fun reading that!” he whispered again, and with one last glaring look at the door, ran off down the stairs, with Ira slung over his shoulder.

Haerthos grabbed a Dusk by the scruff of the neck and hurled it over his head into an oncoming Dancer, and they crashed into the door. Panting, he spun backward, slashing the Assasin who tried to sneak up on him and flipping over to bash a Samurai’s sword into the air. Grabbing the sword, he twirled the two blades like batons and slashed forward into the mass of Nobodies. His Keyblade made a clashing shriek as it blocked the assault of another Sorcerer, and he accelerated his Samurai sword forward, throwing it like a knife and slashing the Dusk that it stuck into. He roared like a berserker, and back flipped behind a Dancer, who he kicked into a pile of Creepers lying on the floor. “HOW DO YOU LIKE ME NOW!” he screamed, leaping into the air and hurling his Keyblade down to pin a Dragoon trying to limp away. He landed, pulling the Keyblade free with a sickening crunch and slashing down on the Dragoons body. It flinched, and then went limp, disappearing in a cloud of white smoke. Haerthos grinned. He was strong, he was better then ever. He was alive!!! Haerthos felt the burning fires of hatred, rage, and sick happiness coursing through his body. His skin was ablaze, his eyes reflecting the inner madness that corrupted his soul. Haerthos spun around to face the rest of the Nobodies, but he only faced an empty room, the pale white walls reflecting the emptiness within. He stood, forcibly still, the raging storm of his anger tearing up his spirit and shredding his mind. Feeling as if his heart would burst, he pulled a potion out of his pack and downed it in one gulp. The cool, rich flavor soon calmed his thumping heart, and his exhausted body soothed itself into a normal relaxed manner. Haerthos shuddered. He had been raging, he knew. His emotional scale was off the charts and his testosterone level was reaching critical. He was strong enough right now to take on ten Sephiroths and come out on top. “Okay maybe not ten…” he muttered, allowing the soothing feeling of a potion to cleanse his system of the Ultima Virus, “Maybe two… Or one…” He raised his Keyblade to the keyhole, worriedly thinking to himself as time slowed and he took out his tools. The Ultima Virus was a dangerous genetic mutation that affixed itself to various spirits in certain situations. When a human was turned into a spirit by punishment or by accident, several genetic modifications are done. For when one becomes a spirit, they can do things far beyond the capacity of anyone with a physical body. Power literally, knows no bounds in a spirit, and if it were not for the genetic shields put around all spirits, all spirits would literally become walking Gods on Earth. The shields were kept in place by the Keyblades, which is why every spirit is assigned to a Keyblade wielder before their time is up. This form was so dangerous and taboo, that it was called by the inner circles by its true name. The Forbidden Form. For centuries, scientists had been trying to capture its raw power, and so far, none had succeeded. It was as much a danger as to the spirit as to the surrounding people, so it had never been attempted. But it still lurked in the bottom of the greediest hearts.

Haertho shivered as he remembered the eternal fires that burned through his soul whenever he entered the Forbidden Form. The tearing sensation his chest, the burning in his heart, the blazing rage of emotion that ravaged his body… The lock clicked open, and he suddenly remembered that Ira was beyond this door. He gulped, willing himself to remain in control. He stood there for a second, breathing in and out slowly. And then he pushed open the door, his Keyblade raised in anticipation of a monstrous Nobody, or an army of Dusks ready to return to their darkness. But nothing growled or hissed at him when he opened the door. In fact, the room was completely empty except for an abandoned piece of paper on the ground. Haerthos frowned, and looked quickly down at his paper. To his annoyance, the red dot wasn’t their anymore. It was moving forward, to a large circular room marked, THE LABORATORY. He groaned and walked into the room to the piece of paper. At least this meant she was alive… He picked up the piece of paper and turned it over. It was a typed note and he saw it had come from a minicomputer like his. It read:

HAERTHOS;

YOU’RE TOO LATE. SHE IS MINE NOW. YOU WANT HER? COME AND GET HER LIKE A MAN. I KNOW SHE KNOWS WHICH ONE OF US IS THE REAL ONE.

Below was a digital photo. Ira lay naked on the floor; the sight of her naked flesh enough to make Haerthos pass out, but the figure above her caught his eye. It was Zuki, and he was kissing her full on the mouth, his hands pushing back her hair and pinning her to the floor. She had her eyes closed with pleasure…or pain … Haerthos felt a line snap inside him. He tore up the note with vicious anger, roaring as he utterly destroyed the evidence of his enemy. Leaving the scraps to float to the floor, Haerthos stood, breathing heavily as his eyes clouded over with red flames, his normally blue eyes turning a vicious blood red. His hands clenched and unclenched, the unleashed strength of a five thousand year old spirit coursing through his veins. His muscles began to grow, enhanced with the flowing darkness that grew within all spirits. They grew, becoming hard as rocks, shattering the spiritual bounds that were laid for him at his condemnation. He screamed, lifting up his head as he felt the Ultima Virus activate inside him, blowing his mind with ultimate rage, ultimate passion, and ultimate power… He raised his Keyblade in attack stance as his power drew several Sorcerers to the scene. He screamed, releasing the power that had held him in chains for so long, the power of five thousand years of binding blasting outward like a supernova. The Nobodies screamed, incinerated in a matter of seconds, blasted against the white walls like sticks in a tornado. Haerthos screamed as he let out all his rage, feelings, and passion into the hall, letting go all the emotions he couldn’t feel as a spirit, letting out all the hate he had of Zuki, letting out all the love he had of Ira, letting out all the spitefulness he had of Sora. He flushed it all out of his body, the whirling maelstrom of pure power shattering the white walls around him, the infinite power of spirits shattering his frame and shredding his soul. He felt his insides blast open, every atom of his being exploding in vile energy, every particle of his body emitting infinite power that swirled around him like an angry hurricane of fire and darkness. He floated into the air, the awesome power of five thousand years smashing into the walls, ripping them off their metal sockets, and sending them flying into the night. The floor shattered under him, and he barely saw the pieces of white metal swirling around him, blurring until they were streaks of white lightning in a fiery cyclone of darkness. He poured out his darkness, unleashing the true power of spirits until the entire room was engulfed in infinite power, dripping with celestial energy. And then he remembered Ira…

The wind suddenly died down, and the flaming cyclone of energy dissipated instantly. White sheets of destroyed metal fell to the ground, and Haerthos stood, leviating above the destroyed room. The ceiling and been blown right off, and the walls broken beyond compare. The floor had fallen out from under him, and he looked down to see the magnetic ocean that supported the castle thousands of feet below him. He looked ahead, and saw that the door had been blown off its hinges. He stood still, waiting for his urge of anger to subside, like a volcano that has just erupted. He breathed slowly, this time not popping a potion. That was close. Too close… He opened his eyes, and slowly floated toward the door. Well, that’s one way to open a door, thought Haerthos, trying to forget his rage, and casually, with one final check of his Keyblade, walked into the Laboratory.
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Well this is it! The final showdown between Zuki and Haerthos. And what about Riku and the others? Where'd they go? All is next in the final battle between Zuki and Haerthos! (note- that does not mean it is the last chapter! far from it, if I get more posts) Sorry if its kind of long, but I hope you like it, and have good lives.

 

[sh im playin kh2]

ARG! THEY GOT HALO 3! LUCKY! (goes mad like Haerthos) I WANNA PLAY!
(few seconds later it dies down)
...but anyway nice update.

 

[gene chaos]

that was great so ,....wow!! that was great and for u longer is better

 

[Keyblade Smitey]

I'm now going to comment as if I was in the room when Haerthos went crazy:

Ow. THAT hurt!

[/intheroom]

Awesome. Truly terrific! Remind me not to piss Haerthos off

I do NOT envy Zuki when Haerthos catches up with him xDDDDDDD

Updart soon!

 

[Prophet]

Wow, thanks for all the replies! I really appreciate, especially Keyblade smitey and sh im playin kh2. You too are the only people that have stuck with this fanfic all to the end! Thanks a bunch. I've double posted a lot lately, so I need someone to reply after this. I will be going on vacation for ten days after this, so I need someone to reply so I don't have to double post the next update when I get back. Thanks again for everything, and I'll see you in ten days.

 

[the organization]

seems coo. funny and long enough.

 

[sh im playin kh2]

postin just in case...SO UPDATE SOON ARG!!

 

[Keyblade Smitey]

I agree, update soon and bless us with awesomeness!

If I read you right and this is comming to an end then I would like to say three things:
1. NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!! THIS CANNOT BE!! THE WORLD ALREADY SEEMS DARKER!!
2. There will be a sequel right? Please tell me there will be a sequel! I eagerly anticipate a cliffe to keep us all hooked until the next one is out.
3. Will me and sh im playin kh2 be rewarded for our loyalty? (hint hint. see my PM if the answer to number 2 is yes)

 

[sh im playin kh2]

o cyberseraph, u dont have to reward me, reading ur story is a nice enough prize.....(starts cracking up) HAHHAHAHAHA im sry i could NOT say that with a straight face.



j/k but please dont end this...PLEASE!!!

 

[Prophet]

Wow, thanks for all the comments guys, you really help this thread along. Sorry, I don't know how to reward you, but check your reputation in a few weeks (if I can figure out how to add to yours). Also, don't worry about the story ending soon, this isn't even close! Here's the next update, and again, here's the warning:

THEMES INAPROPRIATE FOR YOUNGER AUDIENCES ARE WRITTEN IN ITALICS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ THOSE, THEN SKIP THE ITALICS. IT WILL MAKE SENSE ANYWAY.

Otherwise, enjoy the story, and thanks for all the posts Keyblade smitey and sh im playin kh2. My two loyal fans.

Zuki stood by Xenahort’s side, lost in a turbulent torrent of feeling and confliction. Xenahort’s hands were a silent blur as they danced across the keyboard like spiders on a web, the ominous keystrokes clicking quickly like crickets chirping in the night. Zuki was staring at Ira, floating naked in a vat of clear blue liquid, her dark red hair floating like a fiery red crown atop her pale, smooth face. Electrodes were attached at various places on her body, moving sinuously with the liquid, like slithering black tentacles fondling her body in ecstasy. A screen below beeped and showed her current status. Zuki knew what it was without looking. It would say she was unconscious still but regaining conscious fast. There would be little time left. Xenahort glanced at the beeping terminal before turning back to his technical work. Zuki’s eyes were drawn to Ira’s still form, like paperclip to a magnet, but his heart clenched tightly, and he looked away. His heart was knotted tightly, and as soon as he unraveled it, little by little, he would glance at Ira and it would condense all over again. He couldn’t handle waiting for Xenahort to finish. It was taking too long… Xenahort, sensing his impatience, turned to Zuki, staring softly. Zuki returned the gaze, trying to hide his inner turmoil by flashing an annoyed sort of grin at Xenahort, turning his eyes back to scan Ira malevolently. Xenahort smiled, anticipating this lustful gaze, and turned back to his terminal.
“It will all be ready soon,” Xenahort said, his back turned to Zuki, his hands tapping like rain on stone on the keyboard, “The system just needs a few calibrations before we can begin the process. You will have your lady soon enough.” But I don’t want her body… thought Zuki, despairingly, his eyes telling the whole story to Xenahort’s back, I want her soul, her spirit, her heart. Her love. Xenahort seemed to hear his thoughts and turned to face him again, his eyes turning steely and reflected Zuki’s distraught image. His face looked curious for one second, and then quickly turned grim with anger. For a second, Zuki thought his face switched to worry, but it was immediately replaced by his normal deathly expression. “Zuki,” he breathed, his voice holding a forced calm, “You wouldn’t be experiencing any doubts about our project now would you? You wouldn’t be thinking more then you should about this girl, are you?”
“No,” Zuki quickly replied, feigning a surprised and resentful attitude, and turned to face Ira, “She just has one hell of a body, that’s all.” Xenahort smiled in acknowledgement, but then his face turned blank again. He suspects, thought Zuki, worried now. Xenahort looked at him carefully, trying to decipher the look in his eyes, and Zuki turned again to stare at Ira. But his heart just clenched itself into a tight ball again, and he had to look at the floor instead. Now Xenahort definitely suspected something. He reached below his terminal and pulled out a shimmering black and red Keyblade. Riku’s Keyblade. He swung it lightly, shifting it from hand to hand, the black and red swirling in the pale grey light like fiery darkness, and smoothly waved it in the air like smoke in the wind…

And then it shot forward, catching Zuki in the stomach, blasting the air from his gut, and sprawling him backward onto the ground. Zuki gasped in pain, and flew back, clutching his stomaching, and gasping for the air that wasn’t there anymore. Xenahort stood, walking slowly toward him, each stride clicking loudly against the silver floor, like his fingers upon the keyboard. His eyes were deadly slits now, his penetrating gaze cutting through Zuki like a blade through tissue paper. Riku’s Keyblade was sharp now, still waving hypnotically in the air, a cobra about to strike. Zuki stood quickly, wincing in pain as the bruise on his side grew in size. Quickly he reached for his pack and popped a potion pill quickly. His bruise vanished with ease, and he stood defiantly before his wielder, Xenahort. Xenahort smiled in his annoyingly evil way, and struck out with his Keyblade again. Zuki’s hand shot out with his crowbar and blocked the shot with ease, struggling as the Master and the Servant pushed against each other, each evil force trying to outdo the other. But Xenahort had the upper hand… “Put it down, Zuki,” he whispered, panting with the effort of pushing the crowbar back, “I command you too.” Zuki struggled, but then a sudden pain, greater then any Keyblade, shot through his frame, doubling him over in agony. He collapsed to the ground, Xenahort standing above him, looking triumphant while Zuki screamed in a pool of is own torturous pain. His screams softened as the pain slowly faded, and his lay there, still and unmoving on the linoleum floor. Xenahort bent low, and whispered in Zuki’s ear, Riku’s Keyblade stabbing the floor next to him, shattering the white tiles. “Just remember… you belong to me… You must do what I say. If you don’t want this project to work, then I won’t do it,” he whispered, his words sliding smoothly around Zuki’s hurt frame like life slithers around the dead, “But just remember; Without her new form, it will be impossible for her to survive the crushing pressure and the Banished Ones. The point is that the only way Ira is getting out of that tube, is down. With or without the transformation. The choice is up to you…” Zuki lay still, but Xenahort knew he had listened. He remained still for a moment, and then stood slowly, his eyes lowered in defeat. Xenahort smiled and the computer console behind him beeped. He turned like nothing had happened and pressed a red button. “The time has come, Zuki,” he whispered slowly, turning to look at his Keytaker, “You may awaken her.” Zuki walked wordlessly to the tube, and pressed a button at the control panel at the center. The tube shimmered for a moment and then returned to normal. Zuki, unhesitating, stripped off his clothes, and stepped through the now shimmering glass and into the clear liquid, floating like Ira in the reduced gravity. He looked at Ira for a moment, hesitating at what he was about to do, and looked through the pale glass. Xenahort was staring at him expectantly and without another word, Zuki did what he had been ordered to do…

Ira awoke to find herself floating in a clear, sapphire liquid. For a second she thought she was in the ocean of her homeland, but then she realized she was floating in a glass tube, with electrical wire attached to her forehead, thighs, and back. She looked around, but her vision wasn’t good enough to see through the glass yet. She felt woozy, yet elated, remembering her last feeling of Haerthos’s contact. He was coming for her. She began to pull the electrodes off her, but she then she felt a disturbance in the liquid behind her. Quickly she spun around, to see a naked Zuki, floating in the liquid tube behind her. His look was indiscernible, and his eyes were turned away from her, almost guiltily. She gasped, but all that came out was bubbles, and Zuki looked up at her, a determined, yet sad look in his violet eyes. I’m sorry, he mouthed as bubbles rose out of his mouth, and Ira gawked in surprise. Suddenly he shot toward her, propelling himself off the side of the tube and shooting toward her like a bullet. Ira screamed, trying to push herself backward against the current, but Zuki hit her like a train, and pushed her against the wall in one fell movement. Ira’s scream was knocked out of the air as Zuki pinned her to the wall of the tank, and smothered her with kiss after kiss. Ira gasped for breath as Zuki pressed her body into the tank wall, her body flattening out against the cold glass under Zuki’s assault. Her screams turned into gasps of pain, and then cries of rage as Zuki plowed her body against the glass, grabbing her slender body and pinning it against the tube wall, their bodies entwined like snakes twisting in some elaborate dance. Ira’s cries became pants of desperation, her whimpering evaporating into bubbles as Zuki forced her love out of her, his own desperate need for love destroying her spirit, her soul, and unlocking something deep inside… something that should never be released…

“No…” choked Ira, helpless as Zuki violated her body, and she felt a rising fire, a blazing inferno that grew to the tips of her hair follicles until it could grow no more. “No…” she tried to spit out, trying to force the beast inside her down into the depths of her soul, but then Zuki attacked her again, groping at her body and feeling its magnificence malevolently. The line she had been trying to hold it back with snapped. Ira screamed with a ferocity of a female tiger giving birth, and her spin snapped backward, as the unlimited power of the Ultima Virus took hold and rushed through her veins, like fire through the icy veins of a frozen lake. She screamed as the beast inside her blasted outward, her skin heating up with the burning power that ate through her body. The water began to boil, and Zuki let go in agony, as her fiery skin burnt his naked body. Ira screeched in triumph and ecstasy at Zuki’s pain, and she rebounded off the wall, her body alight with the infinite spiritual power coursing through her. She grabbed the stunned Zuki and pulled him toward her, putting her mouth over his in a long, painful kiss. Zuki screamed in pain as her lips burned his face, her arms that had been smooth and perfect burning his skin where he had touched her. Zuki looked up to see her smiling malevolently at him, and she pinned him against the wall with one hand, ignoring his screams and pleads for mercy, and reached downward with a flaming hand to the tool of his violation. She smiled in ecstasy as he screamed in pain, writhing as she burned him in the place where he had hurt her so much. She moved her hand sinuously up his body and over his neck, and she leapt toward him, groping for him with the same ferocity that he had attacked her. He whimpered in pain as her seething hot body pressed into his, burning his flesh and boiling the water until his skin began to burn and turn black as a heartless itself. She held him there, locked in a death grip, her fiery anger reaching its peak as Zuki stopped moaning and grew deathly silent, his skin now blackened where she had held him, leaving only a small stripe of white skin left. She smiled, the raging fire of the beast urging her on, and she wiped a small, fiery finger down the line, burning off skin and making him completely black, burned by the lusting of his own desires. Then, with one fell movement, she pulled up one foot and kicked Zuki hard in the chest, and he flew backward like a sphere of darkness, tumbling out of the tube in a whirlwind of darkness. Ira smiled and felt the Ultima Virus inside her reach maximum levels. She was on fire. No one could taker her now… And that was when the electrodes still attached too her body beeped and two mechanical arms grabbed her legs from the bottom of the tube.

Haerthos ran through the door at the end of the hall, and the sudden white light blinded him for a second. He staggered, blinking fervently until his eyes adjusted to the piercing white light. Once his eyes cleared, he looked around carefully at the laboratory. It was pure white, like the white room where Sora had been kept asleep for a year, but this room was filled with the most advanced computer hardware on the black market, with beeping consoles and the infinite tapping of keys. Haerthos glanced around the room until he saw a familiar face, leaning back in a lounge chair in front of a large computer terminal.
“Xenahort!” he said, raising the Keyblade into an attack stance defiantly, “The game’s up. Have Zuki come out and tell me where Sora and the others are!” Xenahort just smiled vainly and pressed his fingers together lightly, like the businessman he was on the outside.
“You’ve come for the girl,” he replied, smiling as he leaned back in his chair, sipping a martini that came up through a slot in the computer, “Don’t pretend otherwise.”
“Where is she?” Haerthos demanded, pointing his Keyblade at Xenahort menacingly; Xenahort ignored him, smiling as he gazed at his reflection in the martini glass admiringly.
“I really am surprised you came,” he continued, ignoring Haerthos’s question, and sipping his drink again, “You were given one chance of eternal paradise and escape from your prison. Yet you refused it. That was a chance most spirits would die for.”
“Yeah well I’m not most spirits!” replied Haerthos, his eyes glancing over the room for Ira, “Where is she?” Xenahort sighed at Haerthos’s impatience, and pressed a yellow button on the computer console. Haerthos heard a beep in the middle of the room, and he turned to see a giant tube protruding from the floor, like an icicle in the middle of a frozen pond. The walls had been opaque before, but now they thinned so they were transparent. Haerthos almost didn’t understand what he was seeing at first.

Then when it struck him, he roared in rage, and rushed toward the tube in blind fury, the raging fires of the Ultima Virus beginning to spark within him. He struck out with his Keyblade, but it bounced off the surface of the glass like a toothpick off metal, and he fell backward onto the floor. He gazed up at the two figures entwined in the tube, Ira, struggling and pushing against Zuki, who was forcing himself on her, groping at her body and kissing her not to subtly on her entire body. Haerthos’s eyes bulged out of his skull, and he felt the Ultima Virus rising inside him like a great beast emerging from the depths of some murky waters. He felt the raging fires of a thousand suns, and the infinite power of spirits blasting its way through his core. He was about ready to smash his way into that tube and kill whatever was left of Zuki when he heard a satisfied laugh behind him. He roared and turned to Xenahort, ready to pounce on him and pummel the living crap out of him, but Xenahort sat there, with Riku’s Keyblade on his lap like a motionless snake ready to strike. Haerthos was ready to let fly when Xenahort spoke up suddenly.

“It won’t work, you know,” he said, polishing Riku’s Keyblade with a white cloth wiping red liquid off its surface, and then stared up at Haerthos, malevolence in his eyes, “That tube is made of Infinitanium, the strongest material in the known galaxy. It has been made to resist all power, even the mighty power of the Ultima Virus. Even if you did crack it open, the liquid inside isn’t plain water. It’s a substance called ectoplasm, and it’s what you spirits have instead of blood. It’s what conducts the Ultima Virus, and allows it to spread into your entire system.” Xenahort grinned as Haerthos realized what those words meant. “That’s right lover boy,” Xenahort whispered, breaking the business like manner for a second and staring Haerthos in the eyes, “You go in there with the Ultima Virus infecting you, and that whole tube is going to light up like a nuclear submarine. Anything in there will be charged with the Ultima Virus and killed, including your beloved Ira…” Haerthos froze, struggling with his raging fires as Xenahort laughed and turned back to the computer console. “Your Ira is almost at her breaking point,” he said, checking the status on a screen on his console, “I daresay the Ultima Virus will be coming any second.” Haerthos suddenly looked up again, fire blazing in his eyes again.

“You will not!” he shouted, raising his Keyblade and rushing toward Xenahort in desperate rage. Xenahort just smiled and quickly brought his Keyblade up in deflection. Their Keyblades clashed, and sparks flew as they locked and pushed against each other with all their strength and being. Xenahort was strong, but Haerthos was fueled by the inferno of feeling and passion supplied by the Ultima Virus, and he pushed Xenahort until he was gasping for breath, his hands sweating as he gripped Riku’s Keyblade in desperation. Haerthos pushed harder and harder, snarling as he pushed against Xenahort’s Keyblade, pushing with all his strength until Xenahort was forced onto his knees, gasping for air. He groaned as he pushed with all his might against Xenahort, who was panting on one knee, willing with all his might for Xenahort to fall so he could smash his pitiful little frame with his Keyblade. He screamed in one final push of effort, and brought his Keyblade back and slashed in one hacking movement at Riku’s Keyblade. Xenahort gasped in pain and Riku’s Keyblade clattered to the floor, and Xenahort fell backward, gasping for air and clutching a bleeding hand. Haerthos breathed heavily and brought his Keyblade up for a final blow ready to strike down, raging Ultima Virus urging the beast inside him to lash out in fury, but a computer beeped somewhere, and Xenahort smiled in spite of his pain, and struggled to his feet.
“It’s too late,” he whispered through the pain and staggered to the computer terminal, “Young Ira has reached her limit. She is going Ultima…”
“No!” shouted Haerthos, bringing his Keyblade down to strike down Xenahort, but he dodged to the side lightly, and pressed a button on the computer console, leaving a bloody print on the button.

“It begins…” he breathed, wincing at the pain of pressing the button with his broken hand, “Ira will go Ultima, and we will finally harness the unlimited power of the spiritual world! Ira will be transformed into the ultimate fighting machine, the most powerful creature ever to walk the planet! A Heartless is one with a corrupted heart. A Nobody is one without a heart. A Spirit is one with only a soul and a heart. But what is one with only the Ultima Virus? I’ll tell you what it is! It is a beast with unlimited power! Not hindered by a physical body, yet not chained to those restrictive emotions you and I carry so dearly. A creature that has instincts of a Heartless, yet the cunning mind of a Nobody! A powerful beast that runs only on passion and power! We will finally have the means of controlling all worlds, once we create these beasts out of all the spirits we can find! Starting with yours truly…”
“How did you do this?” Haerthos stammered, trying to keep his eyes on Xenahort, afraid to let them wander to Ira, “Scientists were trying for years to harness the Ultima Virus, and none have succeeded. How did you…” Xenahort smiled and pointed up through the ceiling.
“We had access to the most top secret government vault of them all,” Xenahort smiled as Haerthos’s face darkened in recognition, “That’s right. I broke into Kingdom Hearts with Zuki’s help, and we found QUITE a few interesting files. One of which was a list of secret new prototypes of equipment considering Ultima Extraction. And with brains like mine, it didn’t take long for me to come up with this.” He waved his arms at the surrounding room, and smiled. Haerthos leapt forward. He had enough of Xenahort’s crap for now. He was about to bring his Keyblade down on Xenahort’s smiling head, but then a sudden crash broke the room’s silence. He spun around to see a burning black figure crashing through hardware and computers like they were cardboard paper, sliding and crashing until it slid to a halt on the floor, leaving a long black mark on the floor. It took him a moment to realize it was burnt body of Zuki, but his pleasure at his defeat was suddenly cut short by his realization of what happened. He spun to look at the tube, and he saw Ira, struggling against the mechanical bonds holding her there, her power being drained by the electrodes attached to her body.

“No…” he whispered, his feet sinking to the ground, knowing it was too late for him to do anything about it, and he watched in horror as Ira struggled against the mechanical arms holding her legs, weakening by the second as the wires drained all her strength from her. Her writhing began to slow, and soon she hung motionless in the ectoplasm, floating like seaweed in the current of the ocean. “NO!” screamed Haerthos, and he ran toward her, desperate to do anything but stand back and watch. But a whistling sound filled the air, and he was hit in the back with a loud clunk. He crumpled to the floor like tumbleweed in the desert, and he slowly got up and turned. A crowbar was spinning through the air like a boomerang and the burnt Zuki caught it deftly, limping slightly as his blackened skin shone like shadowy water. They stared at each other, hatred lighting between them like a spark between tin and flint. Haerthos stood slowly, bringing his Keyblade up into a loose attack position. Zuki wincingly stood up straighter, his burning wounds becoming slicker and blacker as the night grows darker, his crowbar glinting like moonlight in the midst of his darkness. His hair was scorched off, and only a pitch black scalp remained. It matched his body as well, his muscular corpse burnt beyond repair, almost emitting darkness of its own, and his nails were burnt into long, sharp claws. His eyes were a dull, fiery red, and Haerthos saw to his horror and pleasure, that his lower body was completely burned, his manliness melted away until he was a sexless form of darkness. Now Zuki was truly one with darkness… They stalked around each other, weapons glinting in the light, ignoring their love as both of their rage consumed them.
“Let’s see who’s a man now,” smirked Haerhos, glancing a spiteful look at Zuki’s body, “It seems you’ve been robbed of not only your ‘girl,’ but of your manhood as well.”
“It seems we’re equal then,” replied Zuki, glaring at Haerthos in jealousy and hatred, “From what Ira told me, you weren’t much of a man anyway.”
“Shut your face!” shouted Haerthos, raising his Keyblade and stepping forward, his Keyblade flashing gold and silver in the light. Zuki just smirked knowingly, and lowered his crowbar into attacking stance. They stared at each other, each one feeling the same feelings. Loss, hatred, jealousy, despair, and they both knew that something was about to happen that has rocked all worlds since the beginning of time. It was a time to fight over a girl. The biggest fight over a girl ever. But it was also a fight to save the world. Save the world, save the girl. That happens a lot these days, doesn’t it? It was showtime…

Haerthos leapt forward, screaming with rage, and Zuki leapt forward to meet his charge. Haerthos’s Keyblade clashed with Zuki’s crowbar, and sparks flew as the two spirits clashed in the final dual that would decide the fate of all the worlds. And also the fate of who would have another chance with Ira (more important then saving the world of course). Haerthos leapt over Zuki’s head, and spun his Keyblade backward, striking at Zuki’s unprotected back, but Zuki spun like a tornado and clipped Haerthos in the head before the Keyblade could reach him. Haerthos stumbled back, feeling blood trickle down his face, but recovered and leapt in the air after Zuki. He sliced horizontally at Zuki’s head, but he dodged quickly and his crowbar accelerated forward with lightning speed. Haerthos leapt to the side, dodging the lunge and hacked down on the extended crowbar. It snapped out of Zuki’s burnt hands like a toothpick, and Haerthos, sensing his chance, struck out sideways with the Keyblade. Zuki however anticipated his attack, and somersaulted over Haerthos’s attack and swept up his crowbar in time to strike out at Haerthos’s back. Haerthos arched his back in pain as the crowbar left a bloody scar on his back, letting out a quick gasp of pain before backflipping to meet Zuki’s attack. He let loose a melee attack, striking, slashing, and hacking while Zuki deftly blocked his every assault, the clashing of metal creating sparks in the among the computers and hardware. Zuki blocked a oncoming blast, but suddenly counterattacked and struck down with his metal crowbar, a talon from a deathbird, ready to take out the life out of anything it touched.

Haerthos barely dodged it, and it smashed into a computer, showering the floor with sparks, and the shattered monitor burst into flames. Haerthos rolled to the side, and kicked out at Zuki’s bare legs. Zuki gasped in pain as his burnt skin cringed in agony, and Haerthos pushed Zuki’s blackened body over the broken computer panel. Zuki screamed in agony as the broken glass pierced his skin, and the burning flames licked his body, and his body hit the floor with a sickening thud. Haerthos leapt over the terminal, rolling over Zuki and spinning around to strike at him. In spite of his pain, Zuki quickly stabbed the terminal again, and curled into a ball. The terminal exploded and Haerthos shielded his eyes with his hands as the blast forced him backward, and he flew through the air, hitting the wall with a sickening crunch. He fell to the ground, struggling to his feet, and he saw Zuki, outlined in flames, the remainder of the terminal silhouetting his already dark body. He smiled, the flaming backround making him seem like a demon from the fiery depths. And perhaps he was. He flexed his new black body carefully, noticing the burns smoothing to seem like shadows and black ink. “Completely fireproof,” he muttered, passing his hand in and out of the flames not wincing, and then turning back to Haerthos with a smile, “Guess I have Ira to thank for that one.” Haerthos growled with anger, and staggered to his feet, raising the Keyblade in defense. Zuki picked up his twisted crowbar, melted and contorted by the burning explosion, glancing at it almost boringly. Haerthos laughed at the remainder of Zuki’s weapon, the small scrap of metal almost as pitiful as Sora’s wooden sword.


“You going to fight me with that?” he asked grinning, pointing his Keyblade at the piece of junk, “I guess sometimes nothing can beat a real Keyblade.”
“I guess not…” whispered Zuki, caressing the piece of metal almost lovingly. He reached up with his spare hand, and snapped his fingers deftly. Dusks appeared out of nowhere, moving sinuously in the grey light.
“Oh come on,” sneered Haerthos, twirling his Keyblade deftly, “You may be evil, but you don’t have to cheat by calling reinforcements.”
“Who said anything about reinforcements?” Zuki whispered, and he held his twisted crowbar in the air. Dusks looked up at it, and leapt toward it. They spun in the air around it, and then latched themselves on to its contorted frame. Haerthos frowned as more and more Dusks appeared, each one shriveling into the twisted crowbar, until it became a shining scratch of greyness in Zuki’s hand. Suddenly, it shone with gleaming silver light, scorching Haerthos’s retina’s so he had to look away and back up. He looked up again to see a spinning maelstrom of white energy in Zuki’s hand. When he glanced up again, he was shocked to see a shining silver Keyblade lying in Zuki’s palm. Steely grey, it had a thick silver shaft, embossed with crisscrossing layers of white thorns, entwining down its narrow shaft until it formed the handle, shaped like a crown of white lightning, shining in steely colors and reflecting the blackness of Zuki’s body. “I call it Crown of Thorns,” Zuki whispered, twirling the white Keyblade as it glittered in the light before turning back to Haerthos, “I guess now we’re more evenly matched, eh Haerthos?”

Haerthos scowled and ran forward with the Keyblade of Light. Zuki grinned in spite of his bleeding back and leapt forward to meet him. They clashed again, their Keyblades meeting in an explosion of sparks, as they locked their Keyblades and pushed with all their strength. Haerthos’s feet staggered, and he quickly lowered his stance to get better leverage, but Zuki just pushed harder and harder, beads of black sweat staining his face as his blood red eyes pierced Haerthos with their darkness. A spark from the first computer terminal landed on a second one, and Haerthso grimaced as another terminal exploded near him. Haerthos screamed in agony as pieces of shrapnel were blasted into his body, the sharp, twisted, scraps of metal eating their way into his frail skin, and Zuki saw his chance. He heaved Haerthos with their Keyblades still locked, and Haerthos fell backwards, screaming in pain as his shrapnel filled skin collided with the floor. Zuki screamed triumphantly and brought his Keyblade down finish off Haerthos, a silver flash of death glimmering in the burning room. Haerthos saw a glint of silver and gritted his teeth through his pain. He painfully rolled over and the Crown of Thorns struck the bloody floor like a thunderclap, cracking the floor and sending shards of white linoleum straight into Haerthos’s body. He gasped in the pain, unable to use any more breath to scream, and he slowly stood, breathing heavily as he watched Zuki pick up his Keyblade, ready to attack again. He couldn’t go on… He wasn’t strong enough to beat Zuki. He saw that now… He lowered his Keyblade slightly in exhaustion, and Zuki suddenly seemed to accelerate forward with inhuman speed. Haerthos saw a flash of silver and darkness and then felt a stinging pain on his chest, his entire body quickly going numb with the strike. He felt himself falling backward, slowly, as if in a dream, and he didn’t notice the ground coming up to meet him, to embrace his body in a sickening grip. He hit the ground, his Keyblade sliding across the floor like a stone skipping across a pond. He was done. He had lost…

Zuki stared down haughtily at Haerthos, contemplating all possible ways to kill him.
“Knew… you… didn’t have… it in you…” he whispered, struggling to breath with his burnt lungs and weakened body, pushing himself to stare at Haerthos’s body. His shirt was drenched with blood and burnt black with various flames, and his pants were ripped like a dead leaf that loosed itself from its tree. He was done all right… Zuki forced a bloody smile, revealing his bleeding lip, a red monstrosity among black skin. Ira was all his now… But then he heard the sound of a beeping console, and he turned to see Xenahort typing furiously on the keyboard. He walked calmly over to Xenahort and sheathed his Keyblade with a flick of his hand. Xenahort’s hands were moving so fast, they seemed like blurs on the pale keyboard, clicking, dancing, on the soft pad.
“Nice last move,” he said, without looking up, typing maddeningly on the keyboard, “You always were a good fighter. Now that Haerthos is gone, Ira will have no one trying to turn her back.”
“Is that even possible?” asked Zuki, trying to seem as unconcerned as possible. Xenahort smiled a familiar evil smile.
“As I’ve frequently heard adolescents say, ‘Hell No,’” he replied fondly, patting the machine like it was some kind of pet. Zuki grunted, trying to sound nonchalant, but inside his heart was spinning like he had just been on one of those annoying thrill rides that makes you nauseous. Would Ira really be the same when she transformed? Would he still love her? Would she give him love back? “Don’t think about it,” advised Xenahort, as if reading his feelings, “The more you think about it, the more you feel it isn’t going to work. Just let it go.” Zuki nodded, swallowing his feelings, and he turned to watch the final transformation.

Ira was motionless in her tube, completely devoid of power and energy. She couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, and she was beginning to stop thinking too. Whatever those things were, they drained all her energy, leaving her as empty as an abandoned shell at the beach. She floated, weightless in the tube, seeing only darkness, feeling only nothing. But then suddenly, power came rushing back to her. She leapt for joy as she felt her power returning, the feeling coming back into her legs, and she kicked free of the mechanical arms with newfound strength.
“How do you like me now Zuki!?!?” she shouted, swirling around to face him through the transparent glass, her words coming out as bubbles in the floating liquid, “Come in here and try to take me again!” Zuki looked down, a strange expression on his face. Was it shame? Ira couldn’t tell, but she did see the silver remote in his hand. And the big red button on the tip. A big red button means only one thing. “Crap…” she whispered, and tried to free herself of the electrodes, but Zuki quickly pressed the button, and her whole frame was suddenly blasted with energy drawn from her own body. She screamed as her bare and naked body was shocked with the Ultima Virus, more then any living thing was meant to endure. She rubbed herself, trying to get rid of the torturous feeling, but the pain was too much. She screamed as the water seemed to multiply the Virus tenfold, and she writhed with the eternal pain and energy created by her Virus. The liquid around her seemed to light up with eternal fire and she felt her skin burn with the same energy that had destroyed Zuki. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she screamed as the energy coursed through her body, forcing its way through her veins, her muscles, her skin, her hair, and her entire being, shattering her heart with its deadly power. Her hair rippled with charges of energy, every pinprick of her body exploding in power and raw force, shooting through her feet, and rebounding up to her head, blasting its way through her eyes, turning the sapphire blue into a blazing white. She clutched her head, sinking to the bottom of the tube in total submission, while the power of the Ultima Virus ricocheted inside of her, exploding like fireworks in a bubble, as the dark virus’s energy and the eternal power of the spirits took up all the room of her fragile body, and forced everything else out. She felt something pushing against her chest, and she struggled in vein to keep it in, but with a slight popping noise, and a fatal hiss, a shining red heart popped out like a gumball from a machine, and floated lightly in the tube. Ira collapsed again, as her soul was forced out too, and a silvery orb joined the crimson heart in its floating. And then finally, she felt a small ripple, and she tried to hold it in a final time, but she failed. The chains surrounding her body shattered and she saw vaguely, her body drifting up to join her soul and heart. She now was nothing. She had no heart, no soul, and no body. She was nothing but the Ultima Virus. A being of complete darkness and nothing. A beast created by the genetic catastrophe that came when scientists created spirits. A beast of the mistakes of mankind and of science. A creature that would destroy all who stood in its path, and would serve none but its own. “I am Ultima…” Ira whispered, her quivering voice sliding in and out in the dark, her consciousness fading from the World that Never Was and drifting off into her place. And then she was gone.

Haerthos slowly opened his eyes, expecting to find himself on the end of Zuki’s Keyblade. But he wasn’t. He looked around to see Zuki and Xenahort staring at the tube in the center, and he looked that way to see Ira, fallen at the bottom of the tube, fading from the light like smoke in the wind.
“IRA!!!” he shouted, leaping to his feet despite his wounds, and to their surprise, rushed toward Ira and started banging on the tube. “Ira don’t leave!” he gasped, hammering on the tube, as Ira’s still body shifted in and out of the visible spectrum, becoming transparent, then opaque, and then solid again, “I came! I am here for you, don’t leave!”
“It’s too late,” whispered Zuki, staring at Ira’s still form and then turning away, “She’s already an Ultima. There’s no turning back for her.” Haerthos ignored him, summoning his Keyblade and still hammering on the tube. “IRA!” he screamed, trying to get in to the tube to Ira’s disappearing body, “IRA!” And with those final words, the metal bottom to the tube slid open, and Ira’s still body slid through the opening, falling thousands of feet below, into the dark depths of the ocean below.

The Banished Ones are a lonely people. They are hardened criminals who have been banished to the dark ocean for eternity because of crimes so horrible it hurts one to even utter it. They are without company, without friends, and without pleasure, so it is no surprise that they flock toward the beautiful, new creature in their midst. A man with a black eyepatch over his left eye, and the tattoo of a snake over his entire upper torso swam up to the new figure, grinning wickedly, and grabbed her arm. “Hey sweetey,” he said lustfully, pulling her toward him, and leaning over to kiss her, “Lose your way? Well I’ll show you the scenic route out of here…” Suddenly, he gasped as the lady closed a vicelike hand over his, and twisted his arm away like it was a strip of wire. He screamed as she viciously kicked him away and threw him into another group of the Banished like a bowling ball. The others screamed, and rushed away, as the invader in their midst, smiled, showing a mouthful of fangs, and spread its arms wide, showing a pure white body, gleaming naked in the murky depths. “Ahhhhhhhh,” it whispered, a sliding, grating voice, overlapping with a beautiful chiming noise, “Free at last…”

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Phew, that took a while to write, and even longer to read I bet. Anyway please keep replying, and don't worry about the story ending so soon. Have good lives!

PS. Thanks again to my hardcore fans, Keyblade smitey and sh im playin kh2

 

[sh im playin kh2]

O MY GAWD IRA IS AN ULTIMA!(even though i didnt know what that was until now) BUT STILL O MY GAWD!

sweet update(but LONG, which is why i like this fic) and YAY we are not close to done!

 

[Keyblade Smitey]

Holy... freakin'... MUTHAOFALLTHAT'SSACRED! OHMIGAWD OHMIGAWD OHMIGAWD!!! That chapter pwned so much it hurt! I bow to your infinitely superior skill of storycraft and that's really saying something comming from a guy who's looking into seriously becoming an author.

This is just how it should be: it shows the harsh, yet strangely beautiful reality that heroes don't always win. Epic is to small a word to describe this masterpiece of fiction. J.R.R.Tolkien should DEFFINATELY watch his back. If they ever have a 'best author of the year award' on here you can deffinately count on my vote. Simply magnificent. I could go on, but the screen wouldn't be big enough

 

[Genocide]

Wow. I read all of that in one day. You are one seriously bad dude.
THE DESTROYER IS MANIFEST B-----S!
I am officially your fan now. You know what? I imagine Haertos to be ike Kratos from God of War. Is this how you pictured him.

Disembodied Voice: Cyberseraph has a new fan
[Zeld fanfare]
Cyberseraph holds up his arm obtaining the new fan

So in other words:
:thumbsup:
TEH DESTROYER IS MANIFEST B-----S! I AM GOING INSANE FROM PURE KICK A--! IT IS GLORIOUS!

 

[Keyblade Smitey]

... you read the Ansem Retorts, don't you...

If there was ever a good time to use the word 'retardlishious', this would be it
xDDDDD

Is there going to be a next chapter?

Edit: thanks for the rep power by the way. Good to know fans are apriciated

 

[Prophet]

... you read the Ansem Retorts, don't you...

If there was ever a good time to use the word 'retardlishious', this would be it
xDDDDD

Is there going to be a next chapter?

Edit: thanks for the rep power by the way. Good to know fans are apriciated

Yeah there will be a next chapter, but I am working on it now. It might take a while (I gotta start working on summer homework), so keep posting until I finish.

Your welcome for the rep power by the way, thanks for thanking me. You two have stuck with me to the end and you deserve it. Bye

 

[KH addict]

nice story i just read it all and its pretty good

 

[KH addict]

srry for dubble posting but i can't let this fanfic die
* uses shock paddles*
KH addict :" live live live!!!!!!"

 

[sh im playin kh2]

dont worry man this fic will never die...EVEN IF I HAVE TO KILL IT HAHAHAHAHA!!

...wait..i dont think i want to do that. But yea WE NEED AN UPDATE ARG!!