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Chapter 16
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Alone. Pure darkness surrounded him.
Riku. Memories. Kairi. Naminé… Who is she?
Sora looked down at his arm, now covered in blood. He ripped off his left sleeve, now a pale combination of red and brown and tied up the cloth on his wound. Naminé. Riku. Kairi. Naminé. 13. Axel. All these memories, flooding into his mind at once. The pain was unbearable. It was like… memories, whether true or false, we being forced back into him. Sora fell onto his knees, clutching his head, screaming. That man had said that he was awakening. What did he mean? Awakening? Paradise? Too many thoughts.
Sora got up and returned the Keyblade to its keychain form and held it in his hand. He walked around, staring at the lights. Other than the light emitting from the flickering lampposts, this place was completely shrouded in darkness. He walked over to a nearby shop. On the doorstep, there lay a package labelled ‘To Sora’.
Sora opened the package, ripping open the paper wrap. He founded it funny how a package to him could be so conveniently placed. Sora wondered if he was having some kind of horrid nightmare.
In the package was a neat bundle of clothes. A blue top, a black jacket, black pants, shoes, gloves and a few other accessories. Sora took off his torn clothes and tried on the new outfit. Coincidently, they fit him perfectly as if they had been tailored just for him. Whoever gave him the package must’ve known a lot about Sora. Sora jerked backward and fell to the ground again.
The pain came in stages, strangely enough. Pain, then calmness, then more pain and so on. This time though, it was unbearable. His memories of a girl from home hurt the most; Kairi. Sora longed to be next to her, to feel her touch, to speak with her, to tell her about how he felt, to have her save him from this hell. Why did he feel pain like this? Why did he suffer because of these memories? And who was Naminé? He lay on the cold, rough concrete and wept as the rain pelted relentlessly down upon him.
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Where could she be? Why would she leave? I walked over to her bed and saw a note. It was written hurriedly, scrawled in pencil. The writing was messy; I guessed she had trouble finding a pencil that would be of use, seeing as a pencil would nearly be the same length as our entire bodies. The note said:
“To guys,
I heard a voice this morning and it sounded like Katsu’s. Sounds stupid, I know, but I just have a strong feeling about this. I’ll probably be back later. Don’t be worried, I’ll be fine.
-Mitsuko”
“Oh,” I said, looking at Woody. “She just went out. She says she’ll be back later.”
A wave of relief flooded my head. She was okay. At least I thought she was. If she found Katsu, then she’d be fine. But what if it was some kind of trap? But why would it be a trap? You’re thinking about it too much… Just let her do her thing, I told myself. I really felt concerned for her; I kind of felt like a father, stressing over her like that.
Woody was also relieved to find that Mitsuko was okay.
“So, what’s today’s mission?” I asked, putting Mitsuko behind me.
“Well, there aren’t any Heartless or anything threatening in the area, so I guess you’ve got the day off,” Woody said happily.
“Oh Woody?” I said hesitantly. “Um… Well, I appreciate how you’ve paid us and all, and how you’ve been so welcoming, but I think it’s about time we find a way to get back to our world,” I told Woody, trying not to make him upset.
“World?” Woody asked, puzzled.
Oh shit! I had just talked about my world.
“Oh, I mean, house,” I added hastily.
“Well, that’s too bad,” Woody said, looking upset. We sat down, reminiscing the past week for the next few hours. The happy memories. The time when Mr. Potato tripped, sending his face flying in all directions. We all had a good laugh then. Five hours had passed since we discovered Mitsuko’s letter, and there was still no sign of her. I felt a layer of perspiration build up on my forehead. I wiped it off accordingly, and looked to Woody. “You think she’d be back by now?”
Woody shrugged nonchalantly, “No idea… I sure hope nothing’s wrong.”
Where could she be?
I got up, brushed my pants and called for Buzz. He came flying over almost instantly. “Hey. How’s it going?” Buzz asked, grasping my hand in a friendly handshake.
“Oh, fine,” I replied. “Hey,” I asked. “Have you seen Mitsuko anywhere?”
There was no reply.
“Buzz?” I repeated. He was preoccupied. He pointed over my shoulder. “What?” I asked. It was as if he’d seen a ghost. I turned around. What I saw shocked me. It was Zurg. The villain who had assaulted us in my dream; or at least what I thought was a dream.
“Well, well, well. We meet again, Buzz Lightyear,” he shouted. His words seemed amazingly corny, as if they were from a television show. Buzz prepared to fight. Woody took out a gun and loaded it. Zurg raised his cannon-like arm. I took out my Keyblade.
I would have to leave Mitsuko for later. She’d be all right. I believed in her.
Buzz fired his laser, barely missing Zurg’s face. Zurg bolted past me and slammed Woody across the head with his arm. Woody fell to the ground.
“You cannot defeat me, you petty fools! I am the great emperor Zurg!” Zurg shouted – another one of his cliché lines. I jumped into the air and lifted my Keyblade above my head. Zurg looked up, and fear appeared in his eyes. He knew he wouldn’t be able to dodge in time.
I slammed the Keyblade down onto his head, cracking his helmet. He fell to the ground. At that split second Woody and Buzz fired a barrage of gunfire at Zurg setting his body ablaze. I stood, looking down at him. Then, he vanished.
“Look out!” Buzz shouted. I turned around, but it was too late. It seemed what I had hit was but a mere decoy. The real Zurg was right behind me the whole time. The cannon fired, right in my face.
My face felt like it was on fire. I clutched it and fell to the ground, screaming. Remember what you’ve learned. Cure.
“Cure!” I shouted. The pain brushed away, but I still felt little spots of the burning around my face. I knew it wouldn’t last, but it did help. I got up and saw the battle continuing to rage on. It seemed that we were losing; to one enemy. Zurg laughed manically as he pelted Buzz down.
“It looks like the tables have turned, Buzz Lightyear!” he shouted, pointing his cannon in Buzz’s face.
“You won’t take me alive!” Buzz shouted, kicking Zurg back. At that instant, Woody took out a lasso and threw it over Zurg, and tightened it, trapping Zurg.
Zurg was stuck. He roared as defeat approached. I ran over, ready to have my revenge. It never came. Zurg exploded in a shroud of black. Once again, another decoy. Or was it? Heartless. Heartless appeared. A flurry of shadows. The same ones from Traverse Town.
I was stabbed, just like last time. I tried to mutter the words, but the pain held me back. “Cu…”
I couldn’t finish. I fell to the ground as the Heartless ran past me.
They were coming out in their hundreds. I was able to fight on, but I was still weak. I slashed at the Heartless, tearing them apart. Then, a sudden burst of ideas came to mind. I thought I’d try something new, so I leapt into the air and channelled my power into my Keyblade.
I don’t know how I did it though. It was like using magic, but not releasing it. Just keeping it on the tip. I put the Keyblade in front of me and sent it plunging into the ground. Huge sparks flew in all directions. Woody and Buzz stood in astonishment, wide-eyed. Then, a huge explosion, along with an even bigger shockwave shattered the ground. Shockwave. The word filled my mind. I would call it Shockwave. I felt physically, all of the life in me run from my body into my hands and into the Keyblade. The Heartless around me vanished in explosions of black. Wood splinters flew in all directions. My knees buckled and I collapsed.
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“Join?” Kyle asked. The girl nodded.
“Why me? What’s so special about me?” Kyle asked again, still confused.
“Well, our leader told us to recruit you, and well, whatever he tells us to do must be done,” she explained simply.
“What am I supposed to do?” Kyle asked. He was full of questions.
“Well, I can’t tell you,” Larxene laughed.
Kyle thought deeply. Was there anything else for him to achieve in life? It seems that any hope of a normal future was destroyed on the night of the storm—the storm that sent him away.
“Okay, I’ll do it,” Kyle said finally, exhaling deeply. He wasn’t sure if he had done the right thing, and he knew that once he joined, he couldn’t quit. He was bound.
“Good. I’m glad you decided to help us,” Larxene said, smiling as she handed a package over to Kyle. He took it and opened it up, revealing a black coat, identical to those of Axel and Larxene.
“It’s our uniform, I guess,” she explained. Kyle put it on. He suddenly fell to his knees as Larxene walked off, leaving him by himself.
The pain came in huge bursts. He was on the ground, screaming, writhing in agony.
Power: power that he could not yet control flooded his body, filling it, consuming it. He clawed at the ground, trying to crawl over to the girl. She ignored his screams and left. He clutched his head and screamed, blood coming out of the scratches left by his own fingers. He convulsed violently, over and over.
The pain was unbearable. He could fight on, or he could give up and die. There wasn’t much point in life any longer. The thought was tempting, but he couldn’t think. He felt like he was going to explode. He knocked over tables and chairs as he fought to survive. Was he really that weak? The pain was taking over. Killing him. He closed his eyes. Tears came, tears of pain. Tears of self-pity. Tears of death.
Kyle lay on the ground, motionless.
Chapter 16
-----------------------S-O-R-A-------------------
Alone. Pure darkness surrounded him.
Riku. Memories. Kairi. Naminé… Who is she?
Sora looked down at his arm, now covered in blood. He ripped off his left sleeve, now a pale combination of red and brown and tied up the cloth on his wound. Naminé. Riku. Kairi. Naminé. 13. Axel. All these memories, flooding into his mind at once. The pain was unbearable. It was like… memories, whether true or false, we being forced back into him. Sora fell onto his knees, clutching his head, screaming. That man had said that he was awakening. What did he mean? Awakening? Paradise? Too many thoughts.
Sora got up and returned the Keyblade to its keychain form and held it in his hand. He walked around, staring at the lights. Other than the light emitting from the flickering lampposts, this place was completely shrouded in darkness. He walked over to a nearby shop. On the doorstep, there lay a package labelled ‘To Sora’.
Sora opened the package, ripping open the paper wrap. He founded it funny how a package to him could be so conveniently placed. Sora wondered if he was having some kind of horrid nightmare.
In the package was a neat bundle of clothes. A blue top, a black jacket, black pants, shoes, gloves and a few other accessories. Sora took off his torn clothes and tried on the new outfit. Coincidently, they fit him perfectly as if they had been tailored just for him. Whoever gave him the package must’ve known a lot about Sora. Sora jerked backward and fell to the ground again.
The pain came in stages, strangely enough. Pain, then calmness, then more pain and so on. This time though, it was unbearable. His memories of a girl from home hurt the most; Kairi. Sora longed to be next to her, to feel her touch, to speak with her, to tell her about how he felt, to have her save him from this hell. Why did he feel pain like this? Why did he suffer because of these memories? And who was Naminé? He lay on the cold, rough concrete and wept as the rain pelted relentlessly down upon him.
----------------H-I-K-A-R-U------------
Where could she be? Why would she leave? I walked over to her bed and saw a note. It was written hurriedly, scrawled in pencil. The writing was messy; I guessed she had trouble finding a pencil that would be of use, seeing as a pencil would nearly be the same length as our entire bodies. The note said:
“To guys,
I heard a voice this morning and it sounded like Katsu’s. Sounds stupid, I know, but I just have a strong feeling about this. I’ll probably be back later. Don’t be worried, I’ll be fine.
-Mitsuko”
“Oh,” I said, looking at Woody. “She just went out. She says she’ll be back later.”
A wave of relief flooded my head. She was okay. At least I thought she was. If she found Katsu, then she’d be fine. But what if it was some kind of trap? But why would it be a trap? You’re thinking about it too much… Just let her do her thing, I told myself. I really felt concerned for her; I kind of felt like a father, stressing over her like that.
Woody was also relieved to find that Mitsuko was okay.
“So, what’s today’s mission?” I asked, putting Mitsuko behind me.
“Well, there aren’t any Heartless or anything threatening in the area, so I guess you’ve got the day off,” Woody said happily.
“Oh Woody?” I said hesitantly. “Um… Well, I appreciate how you’ve paid us and all, and how you’ve been so welcoming, but I think it’s about time we find a way to get back to our world,” I told Woody, trying not to make him upset.
“World?” Woody asked, puzzled.
Oh shit! I had just talked about my world.
“Oh, I mean, house,” I added hastily.
“Well, that’s too bad,” Woody said, looking upset. We sat down, reminiscing the past week for the next few hours. The happy memories. The time when Mr. Potato tripped, sending his face flying in all directions. We all had a good laugh then. Five hours had passed since we discovered Mitsuko’s letter, and there was still no sign of her. I felt a layer of perspiration build up on my forehead. I wiped it off accordingly, and looked to Woody. “You think she’d be back by now?”
Woody shrugged nonchalantly, “No idea… I sure hope nothing’s wrong.”
Where could she be?
I got up, brushed my pants and called for Buzz. He came flying over almost instantly. “Hey. How’s it going?” Buzz asked, grasping my hand in a friendly handshake.
“Oh, fine,” I replied. “Hey,” I asked. “Have you seen Mitsuko anywhere?”
There was no reply.
“Buzz?” I repeated. He was preoccupied. He pointed over my shoulder. “What?” I asked. It was as if he’d seen a ghost. I turned around. What I saw shocked me. It was Zurg. The villain who had assaulted us in my dream; or at least what I thought was a dream.
“Well, well, well. We meet again, Buzz Lightyear,” he shouted. His words seemed amazingly corny, as if they were from a television show. Buzz prepared to fight. Woody took out a gun and loaded it. Zurg raised his cannon-like arm. I took out my Keyblade.
I would have to leave Mitsuko for later. She’d be all right. I believed in her.
Buzz fired his laser, barely missing Zurg’s face. Zurg bolted past me and slammed Woody across the head with his arm. Woody fell to the ground.
“You cannot defeat me, you petty fools! I am the great emperor Zurg!” Zurg shouted – another one of his cliché lines. I jumped into the air and lifted my Keyblade above my head. Zurg looked up, and fear appeared in his eyes. He knew he wouldn’t be able to dodge in time.
I slammed the Keyblade down onto his head, cracking his helmet. He fell to the ground. At that split second Woody and Buzz fired a barrage of gunfire at Zurg setting his body ablaze. I stood, looking down at him. Then, he vanished.
“Look out!” Buzz shouted. I turned around, but it was too late. It seemed what I had hit was but a mere decoy. The real Zurg was right behind me the whole time. The cannon fired, right in my face.
My face felt like it was on fire. I clutched it and fell to the ground, screaming. Remember what you’ve learned. Cure.
“Cure!” I shouted. The pain brushed away, but I still felt little spots of the burning around my face. I knew it wouldn’t last, but it did help. I got up and saw the battle continuing to rage on. It seemed that we were losing; to one enemy. Zurg laughed manically as he pelted Buzz down.
“It looks like the tables have turned, Buzz Lightyear!” he shouted, pointing his cannon in Buzz’s face.
“You won’t take me alive!” Buzz shouted, kicking Zurg back. At that instant, Woody took out a lasso and threw it over Zurg, and tightened it, trapping Zurg.
Zurg was stuck. He roared as defeat approached. I ran over, ready to have my revenge. It never came. Zurg exploded in a shroud of black. Once again, another decoy. Or was it? Heartless. Heartless appeared. A flurry of shadows. The same ones from Traverse Town.
I was stabbed, just like last time. I tried to mutter the words, but the pain held me back. “Cu…”
I couldn’t finish. I fell to the ground as the Heartless ran past me.
They were coming out in their hundreds. I was able to fight on, but I was still weak. I slashed at the Heartless, tearing them apart. Then, a sudden burst of ideas came to mind. I thought I’d try something new, so I leapt into the air and channelled my power into my Keyblade.
I don’t know how I did it though. It was like using magic, but not releasing it. Just keeping it on the tip. I put the Keyblade in front of me and sent it plunging into the ground. Huge sparks flew in all directions. Woody and Buzz stood in astonishment, wide-eyed. Then, a huge explosion, along with an even bigger shockwave shattered the ground. Shockwave. The word filled my mind. I would call it Shockwave. I felt physically, all of the life in me run from my body into my hands and into the Keyblade. The Heartless around me vanished in explosions of black. Wood splinters flew in all directions. My knees buckled and I collapsed.
--------------------K-Y-L-E-----------------
“Join?” Kyle asked. The girl nodded.
“Why me? What’s so special about me?” Kyle asked again, still confused.
“Well, our leader told us to recruit you, and well, whatever he tells us to do must be done,” she explained simply.
“What am I supposed to do?” Kyle asked. He was full of questions.
“Well, I can’t tell you,” Larxene laughed.
Kyle thought deeply. Was there anything else for him to achieve in life? It seems that any hope of a normal future was destroyed on the night of the storm—the storm that sent him away.
“Okay, I’ll do it,” Kyle said finally, exhaling deeply. He wasn’t sure if he had done the right thing, and he knew that once he joined, he couldn’t quit. He was bound.
“Good. I’m glad you decided to help us,” Larxene said, smiling as she handed a package over to Kyle. He took it and opened it up, revealing a black coat, identical to those of Axel and Larxene.
“It’s our uniform, I guess,” she explained. Kyle put it on. He suddenly fell to his knees as Larxene walked off, leaving him by himself.
The pain came in huge bursts. He was on the ground, screaming, writhing in agony.
Power: power that he could not yet control flooded his body, filling it, consuming it. He clawed at the ground, trying to crawl over to the girl. She ignored his screams and left. He clutched his head and screamed, blood coming out of the scratches left by his own fingers. He convulsed violently, over and over.
The pain was unbearable. He could fight on, or he could give up and die. There wasn’t much point in life any longer. The thought was tempting, but he couldn’t think. He felt like he was going to explode. He knocked over tables and chairs as he fought to survive. Was he really that weak? The pain was taking over. Killing him. He closed his eyes. Tears came, tears of pain. Tears of self-pity. Tears of death.
Kyle lay on the ground, motionless.
Oh, that was so good! You even took my advice! ^-^; Chya! Totally. Hikaru got blasted in the face. ;~; His pretty face ... ruined. ;~;
PREPARE TO DIE, ZURG.
Chya. -stabs Zurg doll- <.<;
I actually almost feel bad for Sora. D: ...almost. But he's got his pwning new clothes now! Huzzah! XD
Kyle, you didn't lose everything! It's a lie! ;~; They're not dead! You can still have a life! Don't give into the Order! ;~;~;~;
Luff the update. :3 As you can probably see, I yell at the screen a lot.
PREPARE TO DIE, ZURG.
Chya. -stabs Zurg doll- <.<;
I actually almost feel bad for Sora. D: ...almost. But he's got his pwning new clothes now! Huzzah! XD
Kyle, you didn't lose everything! It's a lie! ;~; They're not dead! You can still have a life! Don't give into the Order! ;~;~;~;
Luff the update. :3 As you can probably see, I yell at the screen a lot.
0.0....YEAH!!!! great post. If this continues will...by pc wil;l be brokenfrom my hyperness. Summer vacae just started for me!!!!*dances on the spot, but stopps...seeing odd looks*oopz...no dancing..right. Ahem.. well n e way.... woot sora got new clothes, Hikaru got blasted in the face (ouchii chii), Kyle is an order member...wait...NOOOOOOOOOO...ok..im fine. I think@.@. But yeah great post. I Lurves it!!!!
I think it's time I make some KHLM propaganda. =x
Thanks again for reading.
Thanks again for reading.
proppaganda...? sounds cool! of course i lurve your fic so i will never stop! i should probably tell the world how great it is. Hey thats actually a good idea...first i should call my friends and tell them to make accounts on khinsider just to read this forum, and then I will have them call all of their friends, and so on and so forth. I wonder if it will work. ok i have a kind of random joke here, but does everyone know how cesear took over the roman empire? i hope you all do. ok the joke is as follows:
How was the Roman empire cut in two?
Answer: With a pair of Cesears!!!...(sry if you dont get it, and sry if this is spam!!! i really truly am...*walks away all sad and sorry for spamming if its spam*)
How was the Roman empire cut in two?
Answer: With a pair of Cesears!!!...(sry if you dont get it, and sry if this is spam!!! i really truly am...*walks away all sad and sorry for spamming if its spam*)
Nice joke. xDD
Just hang in there for a bit longer; I'm sorry I haven't updated in such a long time, but I'm back in school now and... I'm playing Metal Gear Solid. xP
I promise an update by the weekend.
Just hang in there for a bit longer; I'm sorry I haven't updated in such a long time, but I'm back in school now and... I'm playing Metal Gear Solid. xP
I promise an update by the weekend.
ignore this, la
25 characters, please.
25 characters, please.
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Didn't you just post that? ... o.o;
0.0.....yeah didnt you...im not sure...too much sugar today! hahaha but its still great sturfs!!!!!....sturfs...man i really gotta stop hanging out with my friend Dusty....the language is rubbing off....@.@
Bleh, I did it again. xD
Never mind that, then. xP
I guess it's my fault for not updating often. ^^;;
I'll have chapter 17 up soon; just need to make finishing touches.
Is this the right chapter? xD
Chapter 17
His breathing stopped. A sensation similar to an electric shock travelled throughout Kyle’s inanimate body. He himself didn’t know if he was alive, or dead. He couldn’t move; he was completely paralysed. Frozen in time. Then, he awoke. He jolted up. He fell down again, coughing up blood. It was obvious now; he had become something else, and would never be the same Kyle again. Not then; not the day after; not ever. He had changed forever; there was no going back. Those words span around in a blur of madness inside his head. No return. Bound. His life itself was no more. He knew this. He would serve one purpose, and one only, his mind told him: to aid in opening The Door to The Light.
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“Why not?” Riku asked.
“It is the word of our Leader,” Lexaeus replied.
“What do you mean by ‘our’?” Riku questioned, rising an eyebrow.
“You are one of us now,” Lexaeus explained, staring down at Riku.
“Why me?” Riku asked.
“It was our leader’s word; and his word is absolute,” Lexaeus explained.
Riku could tell that he was getting annoyed with all the questions.
“Okay, one last question. Who the heck is this ‘Leader’ guy?” Riku asked. Riku himself was surprised by the amount of questions coming out of his mouth.
“The truth is, I don’t know. I have never seen him. I am but a mere pawn serving a greater power. If you truly desire knowledge of the Leader, I suggest inquiring his two ‘hands’. Puppets if you may. One is Ansem…” Lexaeus was about to finish when Riku stopped him. Ansem. Ansem. Puppet. Darkness.
“Ansem. The seeker of darkness…?” Riku asked, trembling.
“I believe that is so,” Lexaeus answered. He always spoke so calmly and that truly aggravated Riku. Ansem meant darkness; and darkness meant corruption. Riku had suffered that same fate. Darkness had consumed him; taken over.
“No. I don’t want to be with Ansem. Not now, not ever!” Riku shouted, pushing Lexaeus back. At least that’s what he was trying to achieve. Lexaeus was built like a mountain. Riku fell on his back, disgraced. Lexaeus began to walk away. “There is no more to say,” he said, throwing something at Riku. He flinched, thinking it was some kind of bomb or something to that effect.
“You really need to cover that hideous wound,” Lexaeus said, leaving the hall. Riku looked in his hands at the black piece of cloth with his bloodied vision. A blindfold.
He put it on, tying a small knot at the back. It felt comfortable, as if it were specifically tailored for his use only.
With it on his eyesight was gone, although all his other senses sharpened dramatically. It was hard to explain but he could hear the presence of someone. He felt wind rushing towards his head and he ducked. The sound of metal whizzed over him, tearing through the air. Someone, or something was attacking him. He did a back flip, kicking his adversary in what seemed to be the chest. He realised that he wouldn’t stand much of a chance without a weapon; but at that instant something formed in his hands. A message was sent through his head.
Soul Eater. That one second was all it took. Slam. Riku was kicked in the head and sent flying. He could sense something behind him, so he plunged his sword into the ground, using it as a braking mechanism. Riku’s aerial movement halted, and he landed clean on his feet. The battle had only begun. The battle against an unseen enemy.
Something was being thrown in his direction. He raised the Soul Eater and deflected the approaching object. Something sharp, with around eight points; and within it, the burning fires of Hell itself. Riku ran towards the enemy, ready to attack. He jumped into the air lunged with all his might. The enemy dodged easily. Riku had something else planned though. He spun in mid-air and released a huge swipe of his sword, sending the enemy flying backwards. Damn. He didn’t make a direct cut, but hit the enemy with the side of the blade. Bloody hell, Riku cursed. He could hear heavy breathing. “G-g-good job, kid,” said the enemy, panting. The assailant got up. Apparently he was okay. Fine even. “The name’s Axel. Welcome to the 13th Order,” he said. Riku couldn’t tell what facial expression this ‘Axel’ had, but he guessed it would be cheerful. It was amazing how fast this man changed. One second he was trying to kill Riku, the next he’s happily greeting him.
“Why were you trying to kill me?!” Riku shouted.
“Oh, I just needed to test you. Sorry man!” Axel replied. Axel seemed much nicer than Lexaeus. Lexaeus was always so quiet; so mysterious, while Axel acted similarly to a close family member.
“So, what am I supposed to do now that I’m with the 13th Order?” Riku asked.
“Hey, hey! Not so hasty!” Axel replied.
“First, tell me a bit about yourself,” Axel said.
“I’ll be brief. The name’s Riku,” he said. “And… since coming here, I’ve been bashed and had my eyes cut open.”
“You’re kidding, right? He cut your eyes open?”
“Um, yeah,”
“Man, that Vexen is a bloody freak; he really gives me the chills.”
“Who are your friends?” Axel asked. Riku didn’t feel like talking about them. Old memories. “Aw, c’mon! You’re one of us now!” Axel pleaded.
“Sora and Kairi,” Riku replied blankly. He didn’t know why, but Axel suddenly stopped breathing. “Sora?” he asked. “From Destiny Islands?”
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I opened my eyes. I was greeted by what appeared to be a dog. It wasn’t the one that I saw earlier, but one completely alien to me. “Hi! The name’s Slinky. Are you okay?” he asked. I assumed he was another one of the toys.
“I seem okay,” I said slowly getting up. This dog was probably another one of those toys. As I got up I saw many toys. Dolls, horses, soldiers, action figures, and any kind of toy you could imagine. It was then that I realised that I wasn’t in the same room anymore. In fact, I wasn’t even sure where I was. “We moved while you were uncocious,” Buzz said, pushing through the crowd.
“Moved?” I asked.
“Andy moved houses,” Buzz added.
“Where did all these guys come from?” I asked. Woody came up to me and explained everything. When Mitsuko and I had arrived, Andy and his family were already preparing to move.
“How long have I been out for?” I asked.
“Five days,” Woody answered.
“Is Mitsuko back?”
He shook his head mournfully. Could she still be at the old house?
“Damn! I need to get to Andy’s old home. I need to find Mitsuko!” I shouted, jumping off the floor. “I can’t let her get hurt!”
“Wait! We’ll come too!” Woody shouted.
“Okay, you can come, but hurry!” I shouted. Could she be gone? Forever? I knew I was worrying too much, but I couldn’t suppress my feelings.
We ran out, myself, Woody, Buzz, Ham, Rex, Slinky and Mr. Potato. “Wait a sec there cowboy!” shouted a voice; a feminine voice. There was a thud and I turned around to see a girl on a horse. “Jessie!” Woody shouted, running over to her.
“Hey Woody!” she said, hopping off the horse. Her attire was visually similar to Woody’s; the outfit of somebody from the old West. She had a big hat like Woody, and short, crimson-red hair with a dangling ponytail at the end.
“Good to see you Jessie,” Woody said. “Where’ve you been?”
“Just been ‘round the neighbourhood helping out some little critters as usual.”
The girl, Jessie looked over at me. “Who’s he?” she asked, pointing. “Never seen him before.”
“He’s new, and he needs our help!” Woody replied.
“More critters in danger?” Jesse asked.
“Not exactly, but it’d be nice if you could tag along.”
“Well, if there’s a comrade in need, we’re there to help, right Bullseye?” called Jesse, patting the horse.
The horse nodded cheerfully.
“Come on, let’s go everyone! Mitsuko needs us!” I shouted.
We all ran down the stairs and went through a flap door. We were confronted by a road; an endless road of chaos… with cars. They zoomed past at speeds that seemed to break the sound barrier itself. Mr. Potato stepped forward. There was the sound of plastic against the ground and a blue blur.
“Mr. Potato!” Rex screamed. His parts flew in all directions, onto the ground and into the sky. We all ran around, trying to find all Mr. Potato’s body scattered along the ground. His body was lying on the ground next to the front door. I picked it up. Only his mouth was still stuck on.
“Ow,” he muttered. We pieced him back together as fast as we could. We knew that if anyone else was hit like that, they wouldn’t have the same capabilities as Mr. Potato to just merely get stuck back together again.
“We have to be careful!” I shouted. I didn’t want to waste too much time, but in a time like this, we had to go slowly. Buzz spied some traffic cones by the sidewalk. Something in my head told me this wasn’t going to be very fun.
We split up, three to a cone. Slowly and ever so carefully, we crossed. Visibility was impossible, so we had to rely on hearing. Cars whizzed past many times, unaware of our presence. At one point a car spiralled out of control, smashing into a lamppost, avoiding one of our cones. After a gruelling fifteen minutes we reached the other side, and miraculously without a scratch. We threw the cones off and slumped onto the ground. “Buzz, I am never going to do that again!” Ham wailed.
“No time for rest! Let’s go! Follow me!” I shouted.
We ran on. Then, it struck me; I didn’t even know where the old house was. “Woody, do you know which way it is to the old house?” I asked, blushing. Geez, I’m panicking way too much.
“Oh, Hikaru…” Woody sighed, taking the lead.
“My stumpy legs can’t keep up!” Ham shouted after at least half an hour of running.
“Bullseye, help that critter!” Jessie shouted. The horse grabbed Ham in his mouth and threw him onto his saddle. They all worked in harmony. The perfect team. We ran on; faster than before, due to the absence of Ham’s complaining. Then, we stopped. A dog was in front of us, furiously growling. I knew a battle would come. The afternoon sun glowed in the background. I summoned the Keyblade. It glistened in my hands, flowing with my energy.
“You guys ready?” I asked, looking back. They nodded. I jumped into the air, swiping the dog in the face. It howled and fell back. Buzz jumped on its head and began to pull at its ears. More howling. All the other toys followed, unleashing their own blows. The battle was over within seconds, with the dog running away in fright, tail between its legs.
We were close. There, in front of us was the front door.
It had taken a full hour and a half to get to this point, as well as a lot of energy. We went through the flap door and entered the house. What I saw was completely unexpected. Utter chaos. Heartless were scuttling around everywhere. On the walls, on the ceiling, on the stairs, everywhere. Their eyes glowed as we entered the dark building. It was only about four in the afternoon. Why was it so dark? There were definitely no curtains to obscure the sunlight which should’ve been shining in through the windows. The presence of the Heartless themselves was intimidating. They didn’t seem to move at all; they just stared back at us hollowly. There was a wide variety of them; the toy Heartless and the ones from Traverse Town. How did they get here anyway? The ones from Traverse Town, Shadows, began to crawl towards us. We all readied ourselves. We would either run, or fight. I chose to fight.
Never mind that, then. xP
I guess it's my fault for not updating often. ^^;;
I'll have chapter 17 up soon; just need to make finishing touches.
Is this the right chapter? xD
Chapter 17
His breathing stopped. A sensation similar to an electric shock travelled throughout Kyle’s inanimate body. He himself didn’t know if he was alive, or dead. He couldn’t move; he was completely paralysed. Frozen in time. Then, he awoke. He jolted up. He fell down again, coughing up blood. It was obvious now; he had become something else, and would never be the same Kyle again. Not then; not the day after; not ever. He had changed forever; there was no going back. Those words span around in a blur of madness inside his head. No return. Bound. His life itself was no more. He knew this. He would serve one purpose, and one only, his mind told him: to aid in opening The Door to The Light.
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“Why not?” Riku asked.
“It is the word of our Leader,” Lexaeus replied.
“What do you mean by ‘our’?” Riku questioned, rising an eyebrow.
“You are one of us now,” Lexaeus explained, staring down at Riku.
“Why me?” Riku asked.
“It was our leader’s word; and his word is absolute,” Lexaeus explained.
Riku could tell that he was getting annoyed with all the questions.
“Okay, one last question. Who the heck is this ‘Leader’ guy?” Riku asked. Riku himself was surprised by the amount of questions coming out of his mouth.
“The truth is, I don’t know. I have never seen him. I am but a mere pawn serving a greater power. If you truly desire knowledge of the Leader, I suggest inquiring his two ‘hands’. Puppets if you may. One is Ansem…” Lexaeus was about to finish when Riku stopped him. Ansem. Ansem. Puppet. Darkness.
“Ansem. The seeker of darkness…?” Riku asked, trembling.
“I believe that is so,” Lexaeus answered. He always spoke so calmly and that truly aggravated Riku. Ansem meant darkness; and darkness meant corruption. Riku had suffered that same fate. Darkness had consumed him; taken over.
“No. I don’t want to be with Ansem. Not now, not ever!” Riku shouted, pushing Lexaeus back. At least that’s what he was trying to achieve. Lexaeus was built like a mountain. Riku fell on his back, disgraced. Lexaeus began to walk away. “There is no more to say,” he said, throwing something at Riku. He flinched, thinking it was some kind of bomb or something to that effect.
“You really need to cover that hideous wound,” Lexaeus said, leaving the hall. Riku looked in his hands at the black piece of cloth with his bloodied vision. A blindfold.
He put it on, tying a small knot at the back. It felt comfortable, as if it were specifically tailored for his use only.
With it on his eyesight was gone, although all his other senses sharpened dramatically. It was hard to explain but he could hear the presence of someone. He felt wind rushing towards his head and he ducked. The sound of metal whizzed over him, tearing through the air. Someone, or something was attacking him. He did a back flip, kicking his adversary in what seemed to be the chest. He realised that he wouldn’t stand much of a chance without a weapon; but at that instant something formed in his hands. A message was sent through his head.
Soul Eater. That one second was all it took. Slam. Riku was kicked in the head and sent flying. He could sense something behind him, so he plunged his sword into the ground, using it as a braking mechanism. Riku’s aerial movement halted, and he landed clean on his feet. The battle had only begun. The battle against an unseen enemy.
Something was being thrown in his direction. He raised the Soul Eater and deflected the approaching object. Something sharp, with around eight points; and within it, the burning fires of Hell itself. Riku ran towards the enemy, ready to attack. He jumped into the air lunged with all his might. The enemy dodged easily. Riku had something else planned though. He spun in mid-air and released a huge swipe of his sword, sending the enemy flying backwards. Damn. He didn’t make a direct cut, but hit the enemy with the side of the blade. Bloody hell, Riku cursed. He could hear heavy breathing. “G-g-good job, kid,” said the enemy, panting. The assailant got up. Apparently he was okay. Fine even. “The name’s Axel. Welcome to the 13th Order,” he said. Riku couldn’t tell what facial expression this ‘Axel’ had, but he guessed it would be cheerful. It was amazing how fast this man changed. One second he was trying to kill Riku, the next he’s happily greeting him.
“Why were you trying to kill me?!” Riku shouted.
“Oh, I just needed to test you. Sorry man!” Axel replied. Axel seemed much nicer than Lexaeus. Lexaeus was always so quiet; so mysterious, while Axel acted similarly to a close family member.
“So, what am I supposed to do now that I’m with the 13th Order?” Riku asked.
“Hey, hey! Not so hasty!” Axel replied.
“First, tell me a bit about yourself,” Axel said.
“I’ll be brief. The name’s Riku,” he said. “And… since coming here, I’ve been bashed and had my eyes cut open.”
“You’re kidding, right? He cut your eyes open?”
“Um, yeah,”
“Man, that Vexen is a bloody freak; he really gives me the chills.”
“Who are your friends?” Axel asked. Riku didn’t feel like talking about them. Old memories. “Aw, c’mon! You’re one of us now!” Axel pleaded.
“Sora and Kairi,” Riku replied blankly. He didn’t know why, but Axel suddenly stopped breathing. “Sora?” he asked. “From Destiny Islands?”
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I opened my eyes. I was greeted by what appeared to be a dog. It wasn’t the one that I saw earlier, but one completely alien to me. “Hi! The name’s Slinky. Are you okay?” he asked. I assumed he was another one of the toys.
“I seem okay,” I said slowly getting up. This dog was probably another one of those toys. As I got up I saw many toys. Dolls, horses, soldiers, action figures, and any kind of toy you could imagine. It was then that I realised that I wasn’t in the same room anymore. In fact, I wasn’t even sure where I was. “We moved while you were uncocious,” Buzz said, pushing through the crowd.
“Moved?” I asked.
“Andy moved houses,” Buzz added.
“Where did all these guys come from?” I asked. Woody came up to me and explained everything. When Mitsuko and I had arrived, Andy and his family were already preparing to move.
“How long have I been out for?” I asked.
“Five days,” Woody answered.
“Is Mitsuko back?”
He shook his head mournfully. Could she still be at the old house?
“Damn! I need to get to Andy’s old home. I need to find Mitsuko!” I shouted, jumping off the floor. “I can’t let her get hurt!”
“Wait! We’ll come too!” Woody shouted.
“Okay, you can come, but hurry!” I shouted. Could she be gone? Forever? I knew I was worrying too much, but I couldn’t suppress my feelings.
We ran out, myself, Woody, Buzz, Ham, Rex, Slinky and Mr. Potato. “Wait a sec there cowboy!” shouted a voice; a feminine voice. There was a thud and I turned around to see a girl on a horse. “Jessie!” Woody shouted, running over to her.
“Hey Woody!” she said, hopping off the horse. Her attire was visually similar to Woody’s; the outfit of somebody from the old West. She had a big hat like Woody, and short, crimson-red hair with a dangling ponytail at the end.
“Good to see you Jessie,” Woody said. “Where’ve you been?”
“Just been ‘round the neighbourhood helping out some little critters as usual.”
The girl, Jessie looked over at me. “Who’s he?” she asked, pointing. “Never seen him before.”
“He’s new, and he needs our help!” Woody replied.
“More critters in danger?” Jesse asked.
“Not exactly, but it’d be nice if you could tag along.”
“Well, if there’s a comrade in need, we’re there to help, right Bullseye?” called Jesse, patting the horse.
The horse nodded cheerfully.
“Come on, let’s go everyone! Mitsuko needs us!” I shouted.
We all ran down the stairs and went through a flap door. We were confronted by a road; an endless road of chaos… with cars. They zoomed past at speeds that seemed to break the sound barrier itself. Mr. Potato stepped forward. There was the sound of plastic against the ground and a blue blur.
“Mr. Potato!” Rex screamed. His parts flew in all directions, onto the ground and into the sky. We all ran around, trying to find all Mr. Potato’s body scattered along the ground. His body was lying on the ground next to the front door. I picked it up. Only his mouth was still stuck on.
“Ow,” he muttered. We pieced him back together as fast as we could. We knew that if anyone else was hit like that, they wouldn’t have the same capabilities as Mr. Potato to just merely get stuck back together again.
“We have to be careful!” I shouted. I didn’t want to waste too much time, but in a time like this, we had to go slowly. Buzz spied some traffic cones by the sidewalk. Something in my head told me this wasn’t going to be very fun.
We split up, three to a cone. Slowly and ever so carefully, we crossed. Visibility was impossible, so we had to rely on hearing. Cars whizzed past many times, unaware of our presence. At one point a car spiralled out of control, smashing into a lamppost, avoiding one of our cones. After a gruelling fifteen minutes we reached the other side, and miraculously without a scratch. We threw the cones off and slumped onto the ground. “Buzz, I am never going to do that again!” Ham wailed.
“No time for rest! Let’s go! Follow me!” I shouted.
We ran on. Then, it struck me; I didn’t even know where the old house was. “Woody, do you know which way it is to the old house?” I asked, blushing. Geez, I’m panicking way too much.
“Oh, Hikaru…” Woody sighed, taking the lead.
“My stumpy legs can’t keep up!” Ham shouted after at least half an hour of running.
“Bullseye, help that critter!” Jessie shouted. The horse grabbed Ham in his mouth and threw him onto his saddle. They all worked in harmony. The perfect team. We ran on; faster than before, due to the absence of Ham’s complaining. Then, we stopped. A dog was in front of us, furiously growling. I knew a battle would come. The afternoon sun glowed in the background. I summoned the Keyblade. It glistened in my hands, flowing with my energy.
“You guys ready?” I asked, looking back. They nodded. I jumped into the air, swiping the dog in the face. It howled and fell back. Buzz jumped on its head and began to pull at its ears. More howling. All the other toys followed, unleashing their own blows. The battle was over within seconds, with the dog running away in fright, tail between its legs.
We were close. There, in front of us was the front door.
It had taken a full hour and a half to get to this point, as well as a lot of energy. We went through the flap door and entered the house. What I saw was completely unexpected. Utter chaos. Heartless were scuttling around everywhere. On the walls, on the ceiling, on the stairs, everywhere. Their eyes glowed as we entered the dark building. It was only about four in the afternoon. Why was it so dark? There were definitely no curtains to obscure the sunlight which should’ve been shining in through the windows. The presence of the Heartless themselves was intimidating. They didn’t seem to move at all; they just stared back at us hollowly. There was a wide variety of them; the toy Heartless and the ones from Traverse Town. How did they get here anyway? The ones from Traverse Town, Shadows, began to crawl towards us. We all readied ourselves. We would either run, or fight. I chose to fight.
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bump, la
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Aw, my Kyle-kun had a short part. D: Oh, well. -huggles-
Toys ... fighting. xD Never gets old, man. Poor Hikaru. Fighting with toys.... Practically IS a toy. And now he hasta save Mitsuko's Sueish butt.
Axel didn't know Riku was friends with Sora? o= You'd think he would know these things; the Order seems to know everything.
Remember that speech description I talked about earlier? It was rather absent in that update.... <.< >.>;
Toys ... fighting. xD Never gets old, man. Poor Hikaru. Fighting with toys.... Practically IS a toy. And now he hasta save Mitsuko's Sueish butt.
Axel didn't know Riku was friends with Sora? o= You'd think he would know these things; the Order seems to know everything.
Remember that speech description I talked about earlier?
It was rather absent in that update.... <.< >.>;I fail to recall. xD
I rushed through it, because I forgot that I hadn't revised it and I wanted to post it quickly. :c
I rushed through it, because I forgot that I hadn't revised it and I wanted to post it quickly. :c
Okay, looked back at the post. By more adjectives during conversations, do you mean IN the conversation, or from the perspective of Hikaru, or whoever?
Eg.
"He fiendishly raped the chicken-man with no remorse," he said.
"He raped the chicken-man," the bespectacled dog said with a serious tone to his voice.
Eg.
"He fiendishly raped the chicken-man with no remorse," he said.
"He raped the chicken-man," the bespectacled dog said with a serious tone to his voice.
xD The second one. But both would be nice, too. :3
Okie dokes! I'll be sure to add more description with the next release.
Bumpage. .
:c
I wanna get at least one more person reading... Not saying that I'll stop completely if it doesn't happen; just means I have less motivation. <_<
I wanna get at least one more person reading... Not saying that I'll stop completely if it doesn't happen; just means I have less motivation. <_<
D:
Uhm ... ._.
-drags in all OCs I made- Do they count?;
Uhm ... ._.
-drags in all OCs I made- Do they count?
;- Status