Okay, first I want to apologize for double posting. I understand its agaisnt the rules and stuff, but I needed to post this next update. This was is REALLY long, and has some suggestive themes in it, so if you aren't patient and don't like suggestive themes, then you might want to skip some of the parts (normally in italics- Ira's new part). Here you go, and thanks for reading.
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Ira moaned as she shook her aching head, opening her sapphire eyes with a splitting headache. She put her head in her hands, groaning with the thumping inside her head. She slowly looked up, and took stock of her surroundings. She was in a bare stone room, empty except for a small spare bed in the corner. There were no windows, and the only way out was a large wooden door, complete with a fancy steel lock. Ira immediately crossed over to it, and reached for her kit. It wasn’t there. Ira groaned as she patted the empty space on her belt where her pack had been. She gazed around the room at her bare surroundings, and realized what had happened. It was a stun grenade. Zuki had stunned her, Haerthos had warned her, she had blacked out, and now she was in some dark dungeon with no way out. She tried to reach out for the Keyblade she was so familiar to, but it wasn’t there. She was truly alone…
Haerthos screamed as he twirled the Keyblades in a defensive stance. Two Samurai’s slashed their swords menacingly, and charged at our hero. Haerthos ran toward them, Keyblades glittering in the Twilight Sun. The swords flashed forward, and Haerthos brought the Keyblade of Light up, deflecting the sword, and smashing his other Keyblade into the Samurai’s stomach. It exploded in a maelstrom of white lightning, and Haerthos swung around to face the second one. Suddenly, time began to slow, and Haerthos smiled as the Samurai put forth his challenge. They stood there, frozen in time, until a unanimous signal from both of them ignited. They flashed forward, Keyblade versus sword, as they each slashed forward as fast as they could. Haerthos won. The Samurai fell in a slump, and disappeared in an explosion of white thorns. Haerthos panted in triumph, and sheathed his Keyblades carefully into his Invisipack. Ha, Sora and Mickey thought they were so cool, by summoning the Keyblade, when really all they were doing were activating the Keyblade’s self-email program that corresponded with the microscopic microchip on their fighting hand. It was quite simple… Haerthos walked onward, cautious of any more Nobodies he had to fight. He knew where the others probably were. In the World That Never Was. The same cliché never got old. So in order to get to the World That Never Was, he had to get to the virtual Twilight Town. In order to get to the VR Twilight Town, he had to get to the mansion. So that’s where he was headed.
As he walked down the streets of Twilight Town, he had to admit he found it refreshing to be his own wielder for once. And I am BEAST with these Keyblades, he thought, smiling smugly as he remembered his last victory over the Nobodies. Thinking about how beast he was, he jauntily walked along the beaten paths, ignorant to the buzzing feeling that had entered into his head. Before he had a chance to say, “Hey what are you doing with that hammer?” he was struck in the gut and sent headlong into a brick wall. Groaning, Haerthos struggled to his feet as he saw three Berserkers advancing on him from the shadows. He had been too occupied in his own self-glory to notice them. “I’ll give them something to notice,” he muttered, activating the self-delivery matrix, and the Keyblades flashed into his hands with a graceful flourish. He crossed them in defense, and braced himself as the closest Berserker brought down his hammer-blade in a devastating blow. The crashing force of a thousand pounds of empty shell came crashing down on Haerthos’s frail body. To put in layman’s terms, he slumped to the ground in a broken stupor. The three Berserkers advanced slowly, as Haerthos struggled to get to his feet. A couple of ribs were broken, maybe a leg too. He raised his Keyblade and muttered “Cure,” The voice-coded activation matrix would access the Medi-Program, and activate its Medical Ray, just in case the recipient was too hurt to move. It was one of the ‘Magic Powers’ that Haerthos just programmed into the Keyblade instead of having to perform the action. And he was VERY grateful today. He felt the biological purifying genes of the Keyblade seep into his skin, and his bones knitting themselves together. He rose up, Keyblades whirling in each hand, grunting as his injuries healed. He was back. This time he lowered his center of gravity, his Keyblades moving slowly and surely, like a cobra about to strike. The Berserkers struck again, and this time Haerthos jumped forward to meet the hammerblade in mid-strike. He cross struck the hammer with his Keyblades, locking himself to the Berserker’s weapon. Quick as flash, he vaulted around it, landing squarely on the slashing hammerblade. He shimmied down the shaft, the Berserker watching in rising confusion. Stupid, Haerthos thought, and dual cross slash ended the Nobody’s meaningless existence.
He spun around to face the other two Berserkers, who had been joined by a score of Dusks. He smiled as he sheathed Mickey’s Keyblade, and pulled a small red orb from his pack. With the Keyblade came something Sora and the others called a “Drive Orb,” a secret government upgrade for the Keyblade. It opened up new doorways that were never before imaginable. Sora used this red orb to transform into something he called ‘Valor Form.’ Haerthos wondered how it would work on him. He held the orb high in front of him, his contact with the orb activating the Drive Orb’s connection with the Keyblade. He shouted in agony as his body suddenly surged with fiery energy. He felt his muscles contracting and flexing to there fullest extent, the surging power of strength coursing through his veins. He felt his all powerful body lifting off the ground, the awesome might of the Drive Orb filling his entire being, creating a spherical force field of crimson energy around him. He curled himself into a ball, trying to hold in the massive explosion of energy inside him, but it exploded outward, arching his back, his hands forced backward as the maelstrom of power left radiated outward. The Dusks flew backward, incinerated by the blast of crimson light. Haerthos slowly fell to the ground, his shoes landing firmly on the ground. He whistled in amazement, as his normally black clothes were replaced by shining crimson combat shinguards, blistering red undersuit, and a fearsome scarlet breastplate and vest. If this was Valor Form, he couldn’t imagine what happened in Final… He raised his Keyblade in amazement. The Keyblade of Light and Darkness were fused into one magnificent Keyblade. It had an amazingly thick shaft, and was surrounded by shining gold plating, that extended in jagged edges near the end. It ended at the tip in a mushroom shaped blade, extending to the side like a gigantic golden axe. Haerthos checked is file for the new Keychain. Magnum, he whistled as he brought his new Keyblade in front of him in a guarding position. The two Berserkers were joined by two more, and a score of Dusks materialized in front of Haerthos, brandishing their wavy arms in menace. Haerthos smiled like a kid at Christmas, and swung Magnum experimentally. “Bring ‘em on,” he whispered, as the mob of Nobodies rushed toward him.
Ira tapped the stone walls experimentally. They seemed rock solid. She circled the room again and kicked the door experimentally. It was solid as oak. She sighed and sat down on the bed, depressed and tired. She tried reaching out to Haerthos or the Keyblade, but they were out of range. As a spirit she couldn’t eat, but she still felt the pains of hunger racking through her stomach. She groaned and put her head in her hands. Suddenly, she heard a sliding noise, and she leapt to her feet. The door quivered slightly, and then it opened up to reveal a tall, dark figure. Ira’s heart leaped when she thought it might be Haerthos, but it fell even further when Zuki stood in the doorway. He was smiling, staring contently at her, and this time there was no mistaking his gaze. “What do you want, Zuki?” spat Ira, staring hard at the dark haired figure, daring him to come closer. Zuki shrugged and casually stepped into the room. Ira leapt backward, fists raised in defense. Zuki laughed softly, his violet eyes still gazing upon Ira, unblinking. Ira felt a flutter of fear in her stomach, and nonchalantly tried to circle around to the door. Zuki countered it, sliding smoothly to block her exit. Suddenly she rushed him, trying to smash through Zuki and into freedom. Zuki moved quick as lightning, grabbing her wrists and flipping her soundlessly over with her own momentum. Ira gasped in pain as she landed on her back, with Zuki keeping a tight grip on her wrists. He pinned her arms back to the floor and positioned himself over her to kiss her mouth. But Ira’s knee accelerated upward, and no matter if your spirit or human, that place always hurts. Zuki gasped in the extreme pain, and doubled over in agony. Ira got up shakily, and raced to the door. But Zuki painfully raised a hand and snapped his fingers. A light blinked somewhere, and Ira ran headfirst into an invisible wall. Painfully she fell backward, arms pinwheeling in panic, and landed squarely on top of Zuki, recovering from the agonizing pain. In a tremendous effort, Zuki pushed her off, and moved in again, but Ira punched him in the gut and ran to the bed. She kicked a side post, and it snapped like rotten wood. Growling, she picked up the broken metal spar, and brandished it in defense. Zuki slowly stood, backing away from the raging Ira, his lip bleeding conspicuously. He backed through the door and stared at Ira for a moment.
“You are perfect,” he whispered, his eyes blazing with hatred as well as lust now, “Xenahort was right. You are the perfect specimen.”
“Perfect WHAT?!?!” shouted Ira, eyes burning with the fire only a woman can have.
“You heard me,” whispered Zuki, his eyes burning a ghostly violet, “And you will submit. Eventually…” and with those parting words, he slammed the door. Ira moved slowly to the bed, the rain of despair finally pouring down on her. She lay down on her bed and cried, the tears of her sadness and loss running down her leg onto the cold stone floor.
Haerthos stood, panting as the Berserker slowly advanced on him. He had fought at least a two hundred Nobodies in the past five minutes. He lost count at 156. Berserkers and Dusks came at him like a flood of white thorns, and he had shouted like a madman as he hacked left and right with Magnum. Even the power of the Valor Form had been used up. He stood, holding Magnum, the eternal weight of exhaustion bearing down on his shoulders. It was almost as bad as being chained to that Keyblade. Almost. Haerthos roared tiredly, his Keyblade lowering in exhaustion. The Berserker charged forward, and Haerthos, straining in the effort of lifting the massive Keyblade, lifted it upward, and slashed in the air one final time. The Berserker continued to rush forward, its hammerblade raised in attack. Haerthos sighed in relief, and slumped to the ground in rest. The Berserker halted, looking confused that its enemy had apparently surrendered. Then it roared and brought its hammer up to smash into Haerthos’s exhausted frame. Suddenly it froze, its eyes widening in shock, and shattered into infinite pieces, which vanished in puffs of white smoke. Wow those, speed strike attacks sure take a while to work out, thought Haerthos, closing his eyes in exhaustion, fatigue weighing down on his bones like lead. Sometimes it didn’t pay to be visible and solid again. Even though now he could eat sushi. I haven’t eaten sushi for 5000 years, thought Haerthos, savoring the taste of fresh fish wrapped a heavenly rice wrap. But he had worse things to worry about. He lay for a while on the ground, gathering his strength as the exhaustion slowly left his bones. He stood, feeling restored, and the Valor Form Energy slowly receded from his body. He stood, normal in his black clothes, holding a flaming red orb in his hand. He pocketed it in his pack, and walked on into mystical sunset of Twilight Town, heading to a familiar hole in a stone wall…
Haerthos walked along, munching sushi in the Woods before the Mansion. This place was always nice this time of year. The leaves were dark, the forest haunted, and dark shadows flitted everywhere. Yup, same old, same old. He was walking along the beaten path to the Mansion when suddenly he heard a familiar voice behind him.
“Hey you!” He turned around to see Seifer and his gang striding toward him. Haerthos groaned. He had forgotten how annoying this guy could be. Fighting him in Struggle was a piece of cake, but his face was enough to kill anyone out here.
“What do you want, Seifer?” he shouted to Seifer, as the gang drew closer.
“How’d you know my name, loser?” said Seifer, seizing Haerthos by the front of his jacket and pinning him up against a tree. Haerthos groaned. He’d forgotten that the last time he saw Seifer, he was an invisible spirit, so Seifer didn’t recognize him. This was going to be fun… “I said, how did you know my name!” he shouted again, dropping Haerthos to the ground with a thud.
“Yeah, we haven’t seen you ‘round here, ya know,” said Rai, simple and eloquent as usual.
“Hurt him,” said Fuu, softly, motioning emotionlessly to Haerthos.
“Ooh, ooh, let me help!” shouted Vivi excitedly, jumping up and down in… well, excitement. Seifer smiled, cracking his knuckles loudly.
“I don’t know who you are, or where you came from, but you’re on our turf, and you need to be taught a lesson in respecting your superiors.” Haerthos sighed, and brushed off his plain black clothes. This could get tiresome.
Suddenly he rushed Seifer, a move none of them had expected. His fist collided with Seifer’s jaw, cracking like thunder on impact. He slung the shocked Seifer onto Rai, and grabbed Vivi by the hat. Vivi squealed like a pig as Haerthos picked him, and swung him around in a circle. Faster and faster he swung, until Vivi was a shining blur of blue and purple, and he let fly at the emotionless Fuu. Vivi screeched as he smacked into Fuu, the two of them tumbling in a lopsided heap. The gang was decimated in a matter of seconds. Haerthos brushed off his clothes again, and walked wordlessly to the Old Mansion. Being beastly could get boring sometimes…
Ira lay, sleeping on her bed, broken spar lying next to her at the ready. She really was beautiful, thought Zuki, staring at the monitor in the Security Lab. She had been sleeping for the past couple of hours, and Zuki had stopped by to check on things. So far she was the same, angry, hot, and difficult. Zuki had to admit she was being hard to crack. But he had confidence she would. Women always did under his influence. And then she was broken, and under their control, Xenahort would unleash his master plan. But Ira had to be theirs, and it was Zuki’s job to break her. He smiled. He always enjoyed the first test…
Ira was actually only pretending to sleep. In reality she was really wide awake; searching for the hidden camera she knew was there. If I was a camera, where would I hide? she thought, searching her mind for any answers that might present themselves. None did, so she just lay there, feigning sleep. Suddenly a hissing noise filled the room, and she had to stop herself from jumping up. She lay still, hearing the door creak open, and footsteps enter. She closed her grip on the broken spar, hearing the footsteps come closer and closer. When she judged the presence to be about right behind her, she spun around like lightning, and flashed the metal spar upward. She gasped as the spar flew right through Zuki and clattered against the stone wall. Zuki smiled and advanced on her. Ira through a punch at his weak spot again, but he easily sidestepped it and climbed onto the bed. Ira gasped, and crawled backward off the bed. But she hit the wall, and stared in horror as Zuki towered over her, smiling with a mouth full of pearly white teeth. She shut her eyes in terror, as he slowly reached for her, awaiting that final touch of cold skin. But it didn’t come. Ira opened her eyes to see Zuki kissing her, but she didn’t feel anything. She cautiously prodded him with her finger, but her hand passed right through Zuki’s body, like a ghost. Ira stared in shock, and then the realization of what happened burst inside her like flames. “ZUKI!” she shouted in rage to the empty room, the hologram of Zuki still kissing her again and again. She tried to push him off, but her hands went right through the hologram. Eventually, she had to stand up, with the holographic Zuki still kissing holographic kisses at her. It was humiliating. She heard laughter echo through the stone room, and she knew that Zuki was watching and having one hell of a time. She screamed and tried to run from the hologram, which chased her around the room. Finally she gave up, sitting on her bed with the transparent hologram straddling her and kissing her endlessly.
Zuki watched Ira’s situation in hysterics. He had forgotten what it was like to pull one like that. He watched Ira’s look of complete disgust as the hologram kissed her again and again without her feeling anything. “Just wait Ira, you haven’t seen anything yet,” he voiced aloud, smiling evilly as he double checked the computer panel. He found the file for Hologram Control and opened it up. There were the Hologram’s main systems and effects. The “Kissing” effect was activated. Zuki searched for what he was looking for, and found it. Smiling evilly, he clicked it, and lay back to watch the fireworks. An artificial voice repeated the command aloud “Command received, initiating program ‘Seductive Stripping’.” Zuki roared with laughter as below Ira started to scream.
Haerthos fiddled with the lock on the door of the mansion. Someone had put up a new lock since the last time they had been there. Sora could just point his little Keyblade at it and make it unlock, but this time Haerthos had to do it for himself again. It was strange; pointing the Keyblade at the door, and then unlocking it himself when time froze. Haerthos screw around with the lock for a few more seconds, and then, click, it popped open. He let a breath out relief as time sped back up, and he walked down, straight into the Mansion’s bowels. He hadn’t seen any Nobodies in the last few minutes, and he didn’t want to run into any in the future. He cautiously entered the Mansion, looking left and right before entering the main hall. Now, the computer was in the basement right, he thought, trying to remember. He opened up the map of Twilight Town he had downloaded at the plaza, and checked the Mansion section. First door on the right up the stairs. He cautiously walked up the stairs, ready to deal with any unsuspected threats. None presented themselves, so he opened the door, and peeked inside. The floor was still gone and that meant no one had been here since the last time we had. Haerthos slowly walked down the stairs, carefully checking to make sure his Keyblades were ready to summon. They were, so he carefully opened a door, and stepped inside. Sure enough, the computer console was still there, up and running. The power was running low, and the screens a bit dusty, but other then that they were running perfectly. Haerthos crossed the room to the computer, and wiped some dust off the keyboard. It beeped and a static artificial voice said, “Password?” Haerthos frowned, and racked his brains for the answer. What was it? Something to do with ice cream. Pistachio? Chocolate? Raspberry Ripple? It was a strange flavor, he remembered. Sweet, but bitter. Wait, not bitter… more like… salty… “Sea- Salty Ice cream!” Haerthos shouted in sudden remembrance, and the computer beeped in conclusion. It whirred to life and suddenly a thin laser emitted from the ceiling and hung in midair. Haerthos remembered this part. He looked around to make sure he was alone. He was. Something wasn’t right. This place should be swarming with Nobodies, but he hadn’t seen a single one since he entered the Mansion. Shrugging at his mysterious good fortune, he reached out hesitantly and touched the beam. He felt his body shine with silver light, and he saw his body being digitized slowly. His fingers transformed into 0’s and 1’s, and his legs were already converted into data. He began to mutter something about computers always crashing on him, but he was halted in mid-mutter as his mouth was transformed into data, and he entered into the alternate Twilight Town.
Haerthos opened his eyes to the same room, the same laser, and the same silver glow. For a second he thought the program had failed, but then he saw the smashed computer on the side and knew he had come to the right place. “The alternate Twilight Town,” he whispered as he marveled at the most amazing piece of virtual reality created by the government yet. Once DiZ, or Ansem the Wise as he was most formerly called, had stolen the research from LIGHT Industries, he had not hesitated to use it for his own revenge. But it was still amazing. He ignored the doors leading to the outside virtual world, and went directly to the main room. He opened a shining silver door and saw the grey tarnished room. In the corner, untouched by anyone, was the portal to the World Betwixt and Between, then the World That Never Was. It shone black, purple, and green menacingly, radiating the same darkness that had repelled Roxas before. Haerthos was immune to it, being a spirit, but it still had a pretty negative effect on him. He didn’t hesitate. He strode purposefully across the room, and walked into the dark portal. Inside was the world Betwixt and Between.
Haerthos was blinded by a sudden flash of light. When it receded, he saw that he was back in the right world. A cascade of colors raced in an endless cyclone around him, matched by an endless maelstrom of glyphs, symbols, and signs. He was ‘magically’ suspended over the endless cyclone, but Haerthos knew about the special hovering ‘invisbridges’ that were built all over the place these days. That was not what worried him. What worried him was the fact that the other end of the tunnel was sealed shut. And the fact that there was an entire army of Nobodies guarding the exit. They all turned to look at him, blank grey eyes glinting in the light. Haerthos turned slowly around, but another group of Nobodies cut off his retreat. They slowly surrounded him, tentacles, claws, swords, hammers, and boxes bristling menacingly. Haerthos gulped, and summoned his Keyblades in a flash. This was going to be nasty. The Nobodies felt the surging power of two Keyblades, and howled as they charged forward. Haerthos screamed, both in bravery and panic, as he leapt to meet the charging army of shells, and maybe to his own death.
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Okay, that was it. Congratulations if you read all of it. If not, its okay, it was REALLY Long. Anyway, please tell me what you think, and if you like it or not. Have good lives.
