GRRRR, post was erased so i'm gonna do it again. also i decided to change the name, was Open Your Heart to the Light. so here is the entire story, again. will take any responses, good or bad.
Kairi sat on the edge of her bed; it had been a long night for her. After she had drug the boy who called himself Siru up the beach to her home, she had craftily sunk his limp, unconscious form into her home through the back door with her parent noticing a thing. She pulled him to her bedroom and forced him onto the bed. The dull light shown on his face, as Kairi looked at him she saw a face that she knew she knew. A strange feeling crept over her, like she had known him for a long time, but she knew she had never met him before.
“I’ve never seen him before,” she whispered, “so why do I feel like I feel like I know him?” She searched his face for answers, but all she saw was him. She saw his long face, his sharp chin, his small nose and his tan complexion. Other things caught her eyes though, like his pointed ears, the fang that was sticking out between his lips on the left side, and two marks on his face, one was red and ran horizontal under his right eye and the other was blue and ran vertical under his left eye. But what really caught her attention was his hair. Overall it was medium-long and a dull fire red that just hung down, but the front was a bright purple that had been lifted and angled off to the sides out of his face to sharp points. He wore a bandana with a long trail hanging off the back with a zigzag design on it, the top half was blue, the bottom half red.
She placed her hand on his chest and felt him breathing, but his breathing seemed ragged and labored. As she pulled her hand away she found out why. Her hand was wet, but she thought it was just water when he had fallen into the ocean. But as she looked at her hand she discovered that it wasn’t water at all. Her hand was stained with a red blood and as she gazed down at him she saw a long jagged cut running across his chest, blood seeping out through his shirt. Looking at the wound she noticed other cuts and bruises on him, like he had recently been in a great battle. “How the heck did this happen to him,” she asked herself. Quickly Kairi got up and walked to the bathroom, water dripping on the floor from her swim as she went. Opening the bathroom closet she found what she was looking for, gauze, bandages and cleansing agents. She gathered this all in her arms and began to walk back to her room, when the water that had dripped from her soaked clothes made her slip and fall to the ground with a horrendous crash.
Falling on her back a shot of pain radiated through her spine. Refusing to acknowledge the pain, she rolled over and began to gather up her supplies again. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” she thought to herself as she picked up a roll of gauze.
“Kairi,” a voiced asked and she looked up to see her father framed in the hallway. “What are you doing,” he asked, “you’re soaking wet and what’s with all the medical supplies. Are you hurt? What did you go for a midnight swim and hurt yourself?” worry snuck into his voice
“No dad, everything is fine,” she said as she finished picking up her stuff. She rushed to her room, slammed to the door and locked her self in. Kairi threw the stuff down on her bed. She ripped off a piece of gauze with her teeth and began to clean and bandage the wounds of the boy that called himself Siru.
Her father began to pound on her door. “Kairi, open this door immediately. If something is wrong I want to know about it!” he shouted striking the door with his fists. But Kairi just continued with her work of healing, her father eventually gave up and went to some other part of the house. Kairi eventually decided that it was too hard to work around his shit, so lifting his heavy form she tried to take off his shredded blue shirt. She discovered that he was wearing metal shoulder pads that dully gleamed of battle scars in the light. She unbuckled them and was rewarded with the release of his shirt. Under it she found chain mail that had been torn open by something. She took that off too. Finally at his bare chest she saw the gapping wound that had made her hand red. She cleaned and bandaged it the best she could along with the rest of his wounds. Looking at his forearms she saw amber colored stone arm guards that also had many scars of war on them, again she took them off. Finally she saw his leather gloves on his hands. She turned his hand over to find that the gloves only covered the back of his hand, his palm was exposed and the gloves only went slightly above his fingers. “Odd,” she thought, “like they were meant to hide something.” She decided to leave them on.
Throughout the night she stayed with him and eventually doze off, but awoke to the muttering of someone’s voice. “No, no this can’t be,”the boy that called himself Siru muttered, as he began to thrash wildly in the bed. Kairi leaned over him, and began to whisper to him trying to calm him down. “It’s ok, you’re safe,” she said. The boy sprung up, forcing Kairi back; he summoned forth a short Keyblade, only about as long as your elbow to fingertips, with three hearts at the top of it, he held it the opposite way you should hold a sword and in his left hand. Quick as lightning he pressed the blade against Kairi’s throat. She gazed into his eyes as she felt the cold metal press against her neck. She saw his crystal blue eye turn to a blood red, and this scared her more than his weapon. He breathed heavily, Kairi gulped and the blade drew blood as a single lock of her red hair fell to the ground, she was at the complete mercy of the boy that called himself Siru.
The boy was lying at the bottom of a lush green hill. He gazed up and saw white fluffy clouds float on a light breeze. Peaceful sounds of nature lulled him into a relaxed state, everything was wonderful. But something disturbed him, from above he heard a cackling laugh. Slowly he rolled over onto his stomach, the grass scratching his chin. He looked up and saw a tall man with long white hair on the top of the hill, and he was laughing. Curious, the boy began t crawl up the hill slowly, something inside him told him to be cautious. As he drew closer he saw a red at the man’s feet, the closer he got the larger the glow became. Finally standing about ten feet from the man he saw what was creating the red glow. Below them a village stood burning, flames leapt high into the sky as he heard screams from the dying people. He stood there gaping at the horrible sight as the man continued to gleefully laugh at the sight.
“Isn’t it wonderful,” the man said as he turned to face the boy, “those fools had no idea it was coming.”
Immediately the boy recognized the man’s face, it was Ansem. “No, no this can’t be,” the boy said as he gazed at Ansem. “You can’t be here!” he exclaimed.
“Oh I’m most defiantly here,” Ansem replied, “and look what I’ve done.” He gestured to the burning village.
“You monster,” the boy shouted. He summoned forth his short Keyblade, holding it upside down. He lunged at Ansem’s throat trying to kill him. But just as he was about to strike, a darkness sprang up in front of him grabbing him, and stopping him inches from Ansem’s throat.
“It’s ok, you’re safe,” Ansem said as the boy struggled in the darkness; it was pulling him down into an endless sea of black. The boy made one last lunge for his throat and…
Suddenly he was sitting upright in a bed, he was holding his Keyblade in his left hand and it was pressing against something. He was breathing heavily, sweating and could feel adrenaline pump in his veins. As he looked up he saw who he was holding his Keyblade to, it was Kairi. A small knick from his weapon was making her throat bleed and he caught the last sights of a lock of her hair disappear below the bed. “Oh my god, Kairi!” he said as he dropped his Keyblade, and it clattered to the floor. With out warning he embraced Kairi.
She was surprised by this but didn’t say anything. As he pulled away she was relieved to see that his had returned to their crystal blue color. “Are you ok?” he asked, concern leaking into his voice.
“Yeah I guess,” she replied, she put a hand to her neck and withdrew it, seeing a small amount of blood. “Who are you?” she bluntly asked.
“I’ Siru,” he replied and then after a pause he said, “and you’re my sister.”
“Wh-what?” she exclaimed. But before he had a chance to respond I knocking came at the door.
“Kairi I heard some noise can I come in,” her father asked from behind the door.
“Just a minute,” she responded then, “you’ve gotta hide.” She looked around her cluttered room, but saw nothing for him to hide in. Then she spotted her window, quickly she got up and ran over to it. Hurriedly she opened the window and she beckoned for Siru to come over. Siru rushed over to her, flashed a quick smile at her and climbed out the window. Kairi leaned out to see that he was okay. Siru was hanging solely by his fingertips on the window ledge with a two story drop below him. Kairi was unsure if she should leave him there or try to find some where else for him to hide, but she didn’t have any time to decide. From behind her she heard the lock to the door click; quickly she rushed to her bed and kicked Siru’s stuff under it. The door creaked open and her father poked his head around it.
“Is everything okay?” he asked as he walked into the room.
From outside on the window sill Siru could hear everything that they said, basically Kairi’s father acting as the protective dad and Kairi trying to get him out of her room as quickly as possible. But none of this mattered to him, the only thing he was concentrating on was holding onto the ledge. His fingers were smarting as splinters began to dig into his fingers as he kept saying to himself, “don’t fall, don’t fall.” Then something her father said caught his attention.
“Why is it so cold in here?” he asked, “why did you open the window?” Siru heard his heavy footsteps come closer to the window. Terrified that he would be found he tried to find a way to get off the ledge, but there was nowhere, only the tremendous drop below him. Before he could do anything he heard a squeak and before he realized what was happening, the window came crashing onto his already aching fingers. Her father had slammed the window down onto Siru’s fingers. Siru bit his lip to keep from screaming out in pain as he felt blood begin to trickle down his had.
Back inside the room Kairi had immediately realized what had happened, but something else terrified her even more. Siru’s Keyblade was lying on her floor and as soon as her father turned around, he would spot it. Her head whipped around and she spotted one of her shirts on her dresser, grabbing it she hurled the shirt across the room, and landed it on the blade.
Her father turned around and asked, “You know I’m here for you right?”
“Yes I know,” she replied as she literally began to push him out the door. “Thanks, I’ll come to you if I ever need something or if something’s wrong,” she said as she shoved him out of her room and slammed the door in his face.
“Teens,” her father breathed as he retreated to the den.
Kairi ran to the window and threw it open, but nothing was there, except for blood. She watched as a single crimson sphere dropped off from the splintered wood and fall to the grainy sand and as it hit it exploded into a thousand drops coloring the sand red. Then she noticed them, footprints, a distinct landing spot and then prints leading away from it. “He must have dropped,” she concluded, as she spotted a figure off in the distance. It was standing by the sea looking out at the morning sun. The sun made the figure a mere shadow, but the spiked hair was unmistakable. Quickly she gathered up Siru’s stuff, including the deadly Keyblade that he held upside down, and rushed outside. She passed her parents, made a quick lie about going to meet a friend and rushed outside before they could question her. The sand ground under her feet as she raced for the boy that called himself Siru, and, her brother.
Kairi raced across the beach in the early morning light. She could see Siru’s silhouette against the sun, and as she drew closer, she slowed to a walk and eventually stood stock still a few yards away from him. Being as close as she was to him the sun no longer had an effect on her eyes. She looked him over from head to toe. He was tall, very tall, but thin, he wasn’t wearing a shirt (because Kairi was holding it) so she could see his back and arms. He looked strong, but not overly so, he didn’t have bulging muscles, but rather her was well defined. He had broad shoulders and long arms, and she could see the sloppy mess of bandaging around his shoulders and waist that she had done the night before. She lowered her gaze. He was wearing loose faded black jeans with two belts, one was broad and holding up his pants, the other was set at an angle, above his left hip, below the right, and it was holding up a small pouch below his right hip with a zipper. Kairi continued to lower her gaze and saw that he wasn’t wearing shoes, but flip flops, but they were peculiar. They appeared to be made of many layers of woven grass for the sole; he had thick strings for the thong at the front and over the top of his foot, by his ankle was an undone velcro strap. Overall they looked like some Frankenstein invention for shoes.
“Isn’t it wonderful?” Siru asked, “the morning sun that is.”
Kairi was shocked that he had known she was there, for she hadn’t made a sound while approaching him or standing behind him.
“Umm, sure,” she replied as she walked next to him and handed him his stuff, while purposefully avoiding his eyes. Siru took his stuff, squatted down over the sand and began to work through it. Everything appeared to be fine, except for his shirt which was utterly destroyed.
“Dang,” he said as he tossed it to the side. He stood up and opened the pouch that was at his side and pulled out an exact replica of the shirt that he had just thrown off to the side, except this one had no holes. Then he proceeded to pick up his shoulder guards and chain mail and shoved them into his tiny pouch. Kairi stood gaping for there was no possible way that they would fit into his pouch, but they did and there was no bulging or misshaping whatsoever. Siru then picked up his forearm guards and strapped them on, making sure that the thick leather straps were tight. Satisfied with them he bent down once again and retrieved his shining black Keyblade from the sand. He twirled it and then in a shower of black sparks, it disappeared, and again Kairi stood gaping.
“H-How did you, and the bag…” she stammered pointing at him.
“Shhh,” he said, putting his finger to his lips, “I’ll explain everything. But first I need to ask you something, have you seen a curved sword, was it with me along with my other stuff?”
Kairi thought but shook her head, remembering nothing about a sword.
“Blasted,” Siru exclaimed, “Ok, where did you find me?”
“Out there in the sea, about a hundred yards out,” she said, pointing out to the sea.
“Ok, I’ll be right back,” Siru said, and then taking a running leap he dove into the sea. Using quick choppy strokes, he quickly was out to the spot Kairi had pointed to. Taking a deep breath he dove. He swam straight down, fighting against the currents, until he reached the bottom. And there, stuck in the mud was his sword, still in its scabbard, its straps were flying about as if an invisible wind was playing with them. Siru grabbed it and yanked it from the mud, and returned to the surface and quickly swimming back to the shore. On the shore, Siru wiped his eyes free of salt water and shook his head. He walked back over to Kairi and flung his sword over his right shoulder catching the strap at his left hip he brought it up and hooked the two ends together with a large buckle.
“Now I believe there were some things you wanted to ask me,” Siru said to Kairi.
“Yeah, um, you came from the sky, and you were hurt, and then you attacked me, and you had a Keyblade and your eyes were red and you called yourself my brother and and…” Kairi was beginning to get upset as she recalled everything that had happened to her overnight. Floods of emotion overcame her and she began to cry.
“Shhh, shh,” Siru whispered trying desperately to calm her down as not to bring detection to himself. “Come on lets go somewhere a little more private.”
Kairi stopped crying as they turned around and they headed for the woods but as they did, someone called out to them. “You aren’t going anywhere without a fight.” Siru spun around as did Kairi and they stood looking at three other kids.
Kairi immediately recognized them, “Wakka, Tidus, Selphie what are you guys doing here?”
“What does it look like?” Wakka asked, “we’re looking for a fight from this new guy.”
“All we wish to do is leave and go talk, but if you really want to fight me…” Sriu responder and he pulled his sword from its scabbard. It was long and had the same shape of a samurai’s sword, including the round hilt. But there were two huge differences with his sword. First it was double edged and second it appeared to have a second hilt set into it. It was like someone had taken a metal cylinder, bent it into a U then sharpened the two ends to points then had a triangle set in the U and all of this was set into the sword so the points went with the edges of the blade. He pulled this sword and pointed at
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, chill man, I didn’t mean a real fight just a fake play one,” Wakka said, nervousness creeping into his voice.
“Oh,” Siru said as he put his sword back into its scabbard, but then he pulled the whole thing, sword and scabbard off of his back, two small clicks could be heard. The scabbard had been attached to the strap over his back by two small clips, that when taken off the sword in its sheath hardly posed a threat. “Ok ready,” Siru said as he crouched down into an attack position, bringing his sword back behind his shoulders and pointing it forward, ready for a thrust.
“Ok…GO!” Wakka shouted as he, Tidus, and Selphie leaped forward at Siru.
Tidus was the first to get to him and he tried an over head attack, but Siru was too quick for him. He quickly parried the blow, stuck his foot behind Tidus and shoved his shoulder into him, causing him to trip. Next Siru took on Wakka. He threw a blitz ball, but Siru ducked under it, jumped and slammed the but of his sword onto the top of head knocking him out. Then came Selphie and she wasn’t playing any games. She immediately went into a spinning attack with her jump rope, giving Siru no way in for an attack. Pondering a way in Siru spied Wakka’s ball lying only a few feet away, but Selphie saw that Siru had seen the ball and she moved towards it. Siru made a dive for the, picked it up then threw it. It passed right through the jump rope catching Selphie square in the jaw, and she fell like a sack of rocks. THWAK, somehow Tidus had gotten up and attacked Siru; his stick had connected squarely with the back of Siru’s head. Thinking that he had won Tidus backed away as a large lump appeared on Siru’s head. Siru wheeled around and launched a powerful attack at Tidus. Siru’s blade was invisible because of its speed, but he wasn’t attacking Tidus, but purposely striking his stick. Soon the stick broke under Siru’s attack and the top half flew a few yards away. Tidus was stunned at Siru’s attack, and slowly backed away from him.
“BOO,” Siru said, scaring Tidus he turned around and ran only to be close lined by a low hanging branch of a tree, knocking him out cold. “Come on lets go,” Siru gently said to Kairi. Kairi, for the third time that day stood open mouthed. The fact that that Siru had defeated all three of without even breaking a sweat surprised her more than anything else that day
“H-How did you…,” she stammered pointing at the three unconscious forms of her friends.
Siru just looked at her and flashed a smile. “Aww it was nothing, now if you want to find out anything about you’d better come along so we don’t attract any more attention,” he said as he began to walk away. Kairi stood there for a moment longer looking at her friends, but decided that they would be fine where they were. “Hey wait up,” she called to the incredible fighter named Siru.
Kairi caught up to Siru, slowing to match the speed of his loping strides. Immediately she began to ask questions, “So where did you come from I mean you kinda fell out of the sky so….” But Siru merely hushed her with a glance from his icy blue eyes. “Wait until we get into the forest,” he said as he gestured with a glove covered hand towards the approaching trees. They walked in silence, the morning striking their backs with its pink-orange rays; footprints followed them, filling the space where the sand had been kicked up by their heels.
The trees of the woods loomed up on them getting larger and larger until finally the entered them. In the forest the sand abruptly turned to dirt as they stepped into the shadows of the tall trees. The temperature plummeted and wetness filled the air. All around them flowers bloomed, plants grew, birds squawked and everything dripped with water. It was full of life like the forest was a living breathing thing of itself, everything was green and colored and living. If Kairi hadn’t been so intent about finding out about Siru, she would have stopped to admire nature’s gift to the world. But they continued to walk into the forest until the came to a clearing, or rather a patch of dryish dirt. Siru flopped down next to a tree leaning against it, and gestured for Kairi to d the same.
“Ok,” Siru said, “what do you want to know?”
“Well first, you fell out of the sky and into the ocean, how did that happen? And what about your wounds?”
“That’s a long story, but I can simplify it for you. I was fighting Ansem, and was just about to finish him off, when he summoned forth some of the most powerful darkness I have ever seen. He used it to tear the fabric of space and then flung me through it. I’m guessing that the end result was me ending up here and you rescuing me. As for my wounds, they were from that fight.”
“What about your Keyblade?” she asked.
“That is my weapon against darkness,” he said
“An-and y-ou,” she hesitated, the question that she wanted to ask him most was right there, but she couldn’t ask him. For some reason she was terrified of the answer. “You called me your sister,” she suddenly blurted out. Suddenly ashamed of herself she turned away in embarrassment, her cheeks turned red.
Siru took a deep breath and slowly exhaled in a sigh, “Yes I did, and it’s true.”
“So why don’t I remember you?”
“The other side of your heart has been closed,” he said.
Kairi turned back towards him, “What do you mean the other side of my heart?”
Siru stared at her; his intense blue eyes seemed to be burning holes in her. “Your heart has two sides. Both of them store memories. One has memories that you can recall at any time you wish, the other is life a safety switch. It holds memories that are too traumatic for you to be able to think about. Like if you had fallen out of a tree or something and it really scared you, the memory would be sent there so it couldn’t harm you. Unfortunately, some extremely skilled people have found a way to hide memories that you normally would be able to recall and move them to the other side of your heart, or even break the bonds of your memories. Someone had has hidden memories from you and closed the door to the other side of your heart.”
“Closed my door?”
“Yes. There is a ‘door’ that connects one side of your heart to the other. This door can be open, closed or locked. Yours is just closed, and if you want I could open it for you.”
“Ok, what’s gonna happen if you do?”
Siru looked at her straight in the eyes and then sighed. “Your consciousness will be flooded with memories, both traumatic and not, and there is a chance that you won’t be able to handle it. If you can’t handle the flood of memories then there is a good chance that you won’t survive to see the sun tomorrow. You could die.”
Kairi thought about, bit her lip and looked away. She was curious about these memories, but reluctant about the whole aspect of dieing. After a few minuets that felt like an eternity to Siru, Kairi whispered, “Ok let’s do it.”
“Ok,” Siru said, “stand up.”
Kairi stood up on the soft dirt as did Siru. But at that exact moment there was a rustling in the bushes. Siru immediately whipped out his sword and summoned forth his Keyblade. Then he moved in front of Kairi to protect her from what ever was coming out of the brush. The rattling increased and Kairi could sense that Siru’s muscles were tensing, ready to attack whatever was coming. The shaking was now violent and the noise was loud as they saw the shadows of whatever was in the brush.
Kairi sat on the edge of her bed; it had been a long night for her. After she had drug the boy who called himself Siru up the beach to her home, she had craftily sunk his limp, unconscious form into her home through the back door with her parent noticing a thing. She pulled him to her bedroom and forced him onto the bed. The dull light shown on his face, as Kairi looked at him she saw a face that she knew she knew. A strange feeling crept over her, like she had known him for a long time, but she knew she had never met him before.
“I’ve never seen him before,” she whispered, “so why do I feel like I feel like I know him?” She searched his face for answers, but all she saw was him. She saw his long face, his sharp chin, his small nose and his tan complexion. Other things caught her eyes though, like his pointed ears, the fang that was sticking out between his lips on the left side, and two marks on his face, one was red and ran horizontal under his right eye and the other was blue and ran vertical under his left eye. But what really caught her attention was his hair. Overall it was medium-long and a dull fire red that just hung down, but the front was a bright purple that had been lifted and angled off to the sides out of his face to sharp points. He wore a bandana with a long trail hanging off the back with a zigzag design on it, the top half was blue, the bottom half red.
She placed her hand on his chest and felt him breathing, but his breathing seemed ragged and labored. As she pulled her hand away she found out why. Her hand was wet, but she thought it was just water when he had fallen into the ocean. But as she looked at her hand she discovered that it wasn’t water at all. Her hand was stained with a red blood and as she gazed down at him she saw a long jagged cut running across his chest, blood seeping out through his shirt. Looking at the wound she noticed other cuts and bruises on him, like he had recently been in a great battle. “How the heck did this happen to him,” she asked herself. Quickly Kairi got up and walked to the bathroom, water dripping on the floor from her swim as she went. Opening the bathroom closet she found what she was looking for, gauze, bandages and cleansing agents. She gathered this all in her arms and began to walk back to her room, when the water that had dripped from her soaked clothes made her slip and fall to the ground with a horrendous crash.
Falling on her back a shot of pain radiated through her spine. Refusing to acknowledge the pain, she rolled over and began to gather up her supplies again. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” she thought to herself as she picked up a roll of gauze.
“Kairi,” a voiced asked and she looked up to see her father framed in the hallway. “What are you doing,” he asked, “you’re soaking wet and what’s with all the medical supplies. Are you hurt? What did you go for a midnight swim and hurt yourself?” worry snuck into his voice
“No dad, everything is fine,” she said as she finished picking up her stuff. She rushed to her room, slammed to the door and locked her self in. Kairi threw the stuff down on her bed. She ripped off a piece of gauze with her teeth and began to clean and bandage the wounds of the boy that called himself Siru.
Her father began to pound on her door. “Kairi, open this door immediately. If something is wrong I want to know about it!” he shouted striking the door with his fists. But Kairi just continued with her work of healing, her father eventually gave up and went to some other part of the house. Kairi eventually decided that it was too hard to work around his shit, so lifting his heavy form she tried to take off his shredded blue shirt. She discovered that he was wearing metal shoulder pads that dully gleamed of battle scars in the light. She unbuckled them and was rewarded with the release of his shirt. Under it she found chain mail that had been torn open by something. She took that off too. Finally at his bare chest she saw the gapping wound that had made her hand red. She cleaned and bandaged it the best she could along with the rest of his wounds. Looking at his forearms she saw amber colored stone arm guards that also had many scars of war on them, again she took them off. Finally she saw his leather gloves on his hands. She turned his hand over to find that the gloves only covered the back of his hand, his palm was exposed and the gloves only went slightly above his fingers. “Odd,” she thought, “like they were meant to hide something.” She decided to leave them on.
Throughout the night she stayed with him and eventually doze off, but awoke to the muttering of someone’s voice. “No, no this can’t be,”the boy that called himself Siru muttered, as he began to thrash wildly in the bed. Kairi leaned over him, and began to whisper to him trying to calm him down. “It’s ok, you’re safe,” she said. The boy sprung up, forcing Kairi back; he summoned forth a short Keyblade, only about as long as your elbow to fingertips, with three hearts at the top of it, he held it the opposite way you should hold a sword and in his left hand. Quick as lightning he pressed the blade against Kairi’s throat. She gazed into his eyes as she felt the cold metal press against her neck. She saw his crystal blue eye turn to a blood red, and this scared her more than his weapon. He breathed heavily, Kairi gulped and the blade drew blood as a single lock of her red hair fell to the ground, she was at the complete mercy of the boy that called himself Siru.
The boy was lying at the bottom of a lush green hill. He gazed up and saw white fluffy clouds float on a light breeze. Peaceful sounds of nature lulled him into a relaxed state, everything was wonderful. But something disturbed him, from above he heard a cackling laugh. Slowly he rolled over onto his stomach, the grass scratching his chin. He looked up and saw a tall man with long white hair on the top of the hill, and he was laughing. Curious, the boy began t crawl up the hill slowly, something inside him told him to be cautious. As he drew closer he saw a red at the man’s feet, the closer he got the larger the glow became. Finally standing about ten feet from the man he saw what was creating the red glow. Below them a village stood burning, flames leapt high into the sky as he heard screams from the dying people. He stood there gaping at the horrible sight as the man continued to gleefully laugh at the sight.
“Isn’t it wonderful,” the man said as he turned to face the boy, “those fools had no idea it was coming.”
Immediately the boy recognized the man’s face, it was Ansem. “No, no this can’t be,” the boy said as he gazed at Ansem. “You can’t be here!” he exclaimed.
“Oh I’m most defiantly here,” Ansem replied, “and look what I’ve done.” He gestured to the burning village.
“You monster,” the boy shouted. He summoned forth his short Keyblade, holding it upside down. He lunged at Ansem’s throat trying to kill him. But just as he was about to strike, a darkness sprang up in front of him grabbing him, and stopping him inches from Ansem’s throat.
“It’s ok, you’re safe,” Ansem said as the boy struggled in the darkness; it was pulling him down into an endless sea of black. The boy made one last lunge for his throat and…
Suddenly he was sitting upright in a bed, he was holding his Keyblade in his left hand and it was pressing against something. He was breathing heavily, sweating and could feel adrenaline pump in his veins. As he looked up he saw who he was holding his Keyblade to, it was Kairi. A small knick from his weapon was making her throat bleed and he caught the last sights of a lock of her hair disappear below the bed. “Oh my god, Kairi!” he said as he dropped his Keyblade, and it clattered to the floor. With out warning he embraced Kairi.
She was surprised by this but didn’t say anything. As he pulled away she was relieved to see that his had returned to their crystal blue color. “Are you ok?” he asked, concern leaking into his voice.
“Yeah I guess,” she replied, she put a hand to her neck and withdrew it, seeing a small amount of blood. “Who are you?” she bluntly asked.
“I’ Siru,” he replied and then after a pause he said, “and you’re my sister.”
“Wh-what?” she exclaimed. But before he had a chance to respond I knocking came at the door.
“Kairi I heard some noise can I come in,” her father asked from behind the door.
“Just a minute,” she responded then, “you’ve gotta hide.” She looked around her cluttered room, but saw nothing for him to hide in. Then she spotted her window, quickly she got up and ran over to it. Hurriedly she opened the window and she beckoned for Siru to come over. Siru rushed over to her, flashed a quick smile at her and climbed out the window. Kairi leaned out to see that he was okay. Siru was hanging solely by his fingertips on the window ledge with a two story drop below him. Kairi was unsure if she should leave him there or try to find some where else for him to hide, but she didn’t have any time to decide. From behind her she heard the lock to the door click; quickly she rushed to her bed and kicked Siru’s stuff under it. The door creaked open and her father poked his head around it.
“Is everything okay?” he asked as he walked into the room.
From outside on the window sill Siru could hear everything that they said, basically Kairi’s father acting as the protective dad and Kairi trying to get him out of her room as quickly as possible. But none of this mattered to him, the only thing he was concentrating on was holding onto the ledge. His fingers were smarting as splinters began to dig into his fingers as he kept saying to himself, “don’t fall, don’t fall.” Then something her father said caught his attention.
“Why is it so cold in here?” he asked, “why did you open the window?” Siru heard his heavy footsteps come closer to the window. Terrified that he would be found he tried to find a way to get off the ledge, but there was nowhere, only the tremendous drop below him. Before he could do anything he heard a squeak and before he realized what was happening, the window came crashing onto his already aching fingers. Her father had slammed the window down onto Siru’s fingers. Siru bit his lip to keep from screaming out in pain as he felt blood begin to trickle down his had.
Back inside the room Kairi had immediately realized what had happened, but something else terrified her even more. Siru’s Keyblade was lying on her floor and as soon as her father turned around, he would spot it. Her head whipped around and she spotted one of her shirts on her dresser, grabbing it she hurled the shirt across the room, and landed it on the blade.
Her father turned around and asked, “You know I’m here for you right?”
“Yes I know,” she replied as she literally began to push him out the door. “Thanks, I’ll come to you if I ever need something or if something’s wrong,” she said as she shoved him out of her room and slammed the door in his face.
“Teens,” her father breathed as he retreated to the den.
Kairi ran to the window and threw it open, but nothing was there, except for blood. She watched as a single crimson sphere dropped off from the splintered wood and fall to the grainy sand and as it hit it exploded into a thousand drops coloring the sand red. Then she noticed them, footprints, a distinct landing spot and then prints leading away from it. “He must have dropped,” she concluded, as she spotted a figure off in the distance. It was standing by the sea looking out at the morning sun. The sun made the figure a mere shadow, but the spiked hair was unmistakable. Quickly she gathered up Siru’s stuff, including the deadly Keyblade that he held upside down, and rushed outside. She passed her parents, made a quick lie about going to meet a friend and rushed outside before they could question her. The sand ground under her feet as she raced for the boy that called himself Siru, and, her brother.
Kairi raced across the beach in the early morning light. She could see Siru’s silhouette against the sun, and as she drew closer, she slowed to a walk and eventually stood stock still a few yards away from him. Being as close as she was to him the sun no longer had an effect on her eyes. She looked him over from head to toe. He was tall, very tall, but thin, he wasn’t wearing a shirt (because Kairi was holding it) so she could see his back and arms. He looked strong, but not overly so, he didn’t have bulging muscles, but rather her was well defined. He had broad shoulders and long arms, and she could see the sloppy mess of bandaging around his shoulders and waist that she had done the night before. She lowered her gaze. He was wearing loose faded black jeans with two belts, one was broad and holding up his pants, the other was set at an angle, above his left hip, below the right, and it was holding up a small pouch below his right hip with a zipper. Kairi continued to lower her gaze and saw that he wasn’t wearing shoes, but flip flops, but they were peculiar. They appeared to be made of many layers of woven grass for the sole; he had thick strings for the thong at the front and over the top of his foot, by his ankle was an undone velcro strap. Overall they looked like some Frankenstein invention for shoes.
“Isn’t it wonderful?” Siru asked, “the morning sun that is.”
Kairi was shocked that he had known she was there, for she hadn’t made a sound while approaching him or standing behind him.
“Umm, sure,” she replied as she walked next to him and handed him his stuff, while purposefully avoiding his eyes. Siru took his stuff, squatted down over the sand and began to work through it. Everything appeared to be fine, except for his shirt which was utterly destroyed.
“Dang,” he said as he tossed it to the side. He stood up and opened the pouch that was at his side and pulled out an exact replica of the shirt that he had just thrown off to the side, except this one had no holes. Then he proceeded to pick up his shoulder guards and chain mail and shoved them into his tiny pouch. Kairi stood gaping for there was no possible way that they would fit into his pouch, but they did and there was no bulging or misshaping whatsoever. Siru then picked up his forearm guards and strapped them on, making sure that the thick leather straps were tight. Satisfied with them he bent down once again and retrieved his shining black Keyblade from the sand. He twirled it and then in a shower of black sparks, it disappeared, and again Kairi stood gaping.
“H-How did you, and the bag…” she stammered pointing at him.
“Shhh,” he said, putting his finger to his lips, “I’ll explain everything. But first I need to ask you something, have you seen a curved sword, was it with me along with my other stuff?”
Kairi thought but shook her head, remembering nothing about a sword.
“Blasted,” Siru exclaimed, “Ok, where did you find me?”
“Out there in the sea, about a hundred yards out,” she said, pointing out to the sea.
“Ok, I’ll be right back,” Siru said, and then taking a running leap he dove into the sea. Using quick choppy strokes, he quickly was out to the spot Kairi had pointed to. Taking a deep breath he dove. He swam straight down, fighting against the currents, until he reached the bottom. And there, stuck in the mud was his sword, still in its scabbard, its straps were flying about as if an invisible wind was playing with them. Siru grabbed it and yanked it from the mud, and returned to the surface and quickly swimming back to the shore. On the shore, Siru wiped his eyes free of salt water and shook his head. He walked back over to Kairi and flung his sword over his right shoulder catching the strap at his left hip he brought it up and hooked the two ends together with a large buckle.
“Now I believe there were some things you wanted to ask me,” Siru said to Kairi.
“Yeah, um, you came from the sky, and you were hurt, and then you attacked me, and you had a Keyblade and your eyes were red and you called yourself my brother and and…” Kairi was beginning to get upset as she recalled everything that had happened to her overnight. Floods of emotion overcame her and she began to cry.
“Shhh, shh,” Siru whispered trying desperately to calm her down as not to bring detection to himself. “Come on lets go somewhere a little more private.”
Kairi stopped crying as they turned around and they headed for the woods but as they did, someone called out to them. “You aren’t going anywhere without a fight.” Siru spun around as did Kairi and they stood looking at three other kids.
Kairi immediately recognized them, “Wakka, Tidus, Selphie what are you guys doing here?”
“What does it look like?” Wakka asked, “we’re looking for a fight from this new guy.”
“All we wish to do is leave and go talk, but if you really want to fight me…” Sriu responder and he pulled his sword from its scabbard. It was long and had the same shape of a samurai’s sword, including the round hilt. But there were two huge differences with his sword. First it was double edged and second it appeared to have a second hilt set into it. It was like someone had taken a metal cylinder, bent it into a U then sharpened the two ends to points then had a triangle set in the U and all of this was set into the sword so the points went with the edges of the blade. He pulled this sword and pointed at
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, chill man, I didn’t mean a real fight just a fake play one,” Wakka said, nervousness creeping into his voice.
“Oh,” Siru said as he put his sword back into its scabbard, but then he pulled the whole thing, sword and scabbard off of his back, two small clicks could be heard. The scabbard had been attached to the strap over his back by two small clips, that when taken off the sword in its sheath hardly posed a threat. “Ok ready,” Siru said as he crouched down into an attack position, bringing his sword back behind his shoulders and pointing it forward, ready for a thrust.
“Ok…GO!” Wakka shouted as he, Tidus, and Selphie leaped forward at Siru.
Tidus was the first to get to him and he tried an over head attack, but Siru was too quick for him. He quickly parried the blow, stuck his foot behind Tidus and shoved his shoulder into him, causing him to trip. Next Siru took on Wakka. He threw a blitz ball, but Siru ducked under it, jumped and slammed the but of his sword onto the top of head knocking him out. Then came Selphie and she wasn’t playing any games. She immediately went into a spinning attack with her jump rope, giving Siru no way in for an attack. Pondering a way in Siru spied Wakka’s ball lying only a few feet away, but Selphie saw that Siru had seen the ball and she moved towards it. Siru made a dive for the, picked it up then threw it. It passed right through the jump rope catching Selphie square in the jaw, and she fell like a sack of rocks. THWAK, somehow Tidus had gotten up and attacked Siru; his stick had connected squarely with the back of Siru’s head. Thinking that he had won Tidus backed away as a large lump appeared on Siru’s head. Siru wheeled around and launched a powerful attack at Tidus. Siru’s blade was invisible because of its speed, but he wasn’t attacking Tidus, but purposely striking his stick. Soon the stick broke under Siru’s attack and the top half flew a few yards away. Tidus was stunned at Siru’s attack, and slowly backed away from him.
“BOO,” Siru said, scaring Tidus he turned around and ran only to be close lined by a low hanging branch of a tree, knocking him out cold. “Come on lets go,” Siru gently said to Kairi. Kairi, for the third time that day stood open mouthed. The fact that that Siru had defeated all three of without even breaking a sweat surprised her more than anything else that day
“H-How did you…,” she stammered pointing at the three unconscious forms of her friends.
Siru just looked at her and flashed a smile. “Aww it was nothing, now if you want to find out anything about you’d better come along so we don’t attract any more attention,” he said as he began to walk away. Kairi stood there for a moment longer looking at her friends, but decided that they would be fine where they were. “Hey wait up,” she called to the incredible fighter named Siru.
Kairi caught up to Siru, slowing to match the speed of his loping strides. Immediately she began to ask questions, “So where did you come from I mean you kinda fell out of the sky so….” But Siru merely hushed her with a glance from his icy blue eyes. “Wait until we get into the forest,” he said as he gestured with a glove covered hand towards the approaching trees. They walked in silence, the morning striking their backs with its pink-orange rays; footprints followed them, filling the space where the sand had been kicked up by their heels.
The trees of the woods loomed up on them getting larger and larger until finally the entered them. In the forest the sand abruptly turned to dirt as they stepped into the shadows of the tall trees. The temperature plummeted and wetness filled the air. All around them flowers bloomed, plants grew, birds squawked and everything dripped with water. It was full of life like the forest was a living breathing thing of itself, everything was green and colored and living. If Kairi hadn’t been so intent about finding out about Siru, she would have stopped to admire nature’s gift to the world. But they continued to walk into the forest until the came to a clearing, or rather a patch of dryish dirt. Siru flopped down next to a tree leaning against it, and gestured for Kairi to d the same.
“Ok,” Siru said, “what do you want to know?”
“Well first, you fell out of the sky and into the ocean, how did that happen? And what about your wounds?”
“That’s a long story, but I can simplify it for you. I was fighting Ansem, and was just about to finish him off, when he summoned forth some of the most powerful darkness I have ever seen. He used it to tear the fabric of space and then flung me through it. I’m guessing that the end result was me ending up here and you rescuing me. As for my wounds, they were from that fight.”
“What about your Keyblade?” she asked.
“That is my weapon against darkness,” he said
“An-and y-ou,” she hesitated, the question that she wanted to ask him most was right there, but she couldn’t ask him. For some reason she was terrified of the answer. “You called me your sister,” she suddenly blurted out. Suddenly ashamed of herself she turned away in embarrassment, her cheeks turned red.
Siru took a deep breath and slowly exhaled in a sigh, “Yes I did, and it’s true.”
“So why don’t I remember you?”
“The other side of your heart has been closed,” he said.
Kairi turned back towards him, “What do you mean the other side of my heart?”
Siru stared at her; his intense blue eyes seemed to be burning holes in her. “Your heart has two sides. Both of them store memories. One has memories that you can recall at any time you wish, the other is life a safety switch. It holds memories that are too traumatic for you to be able to think about. Like if you had fallen out of a tree or something and it really scared you, the memory would be sent there so it couldn’t harm you. Unfortunately, some extremely skilled people have found a way to hide memories that you normally would be able to recall and move them to the other side of your heart, or even break the bonds of your memories. Someone had has hidden memories from you and closed the door to the other side of your heart.”
“Closed my door?”
“Yes. There is a ‘door’ that connects one side of your heart to the other. This door can be open, closed or locked. Yours is just closed, and if you want I could open it for you.”
“Ok, what’s gonna happen if you do?”
Siru looked at her straight in the eyes and then sighed. “Your consciousness will be flooded with memories, both traumatic and not, and there is a chance that you won’t be able to handle it. If you can’t handle the flood of memories then there is a good chance that you won’t survive to see the sun tomorrow. You could die.”
Kairi thought about, bit her lip and looked away. She was curious about these memories, but reluctant about the whole aspect of dieing. After a few minuets that felt like an eternity to Siru, Kairi whispered, “Ok let’s do it.”
“Ok,” Siru said, “stand up.”
Kairi stood up on the soft dirt as did Siru. But at that exact moment there was a rustling in the bushes. Siru immediately whipped out his sword and summoned forth his Keyblade. Then he moved in front of Kairi to protect her from what ever was coming out of the brush. The rattling increased and Kairi could sense that Siru’s muscles were tensing, ready to attack whatever was coming. The shaking was now violent and the noise was loud as they saw the shadows of whatever was in the brush.
