Requiem For The Lost Ones
Requiem For The Lost Ones
A/N: Okay, I know you guys are gonna hate me. I'm writing another one. This time it's a crossover: Kingdom Hearts and Bleach. I know it sounds crazy. I happen to be crazy, so I don't really care. And this time I have a definite plot. I have an ending in mind. That means all I need to do is write a beginning and middle to round it out. And the beginning is right here, so all I need to do is the middle part.
Because of her expertise in the Kingdom Hearts universe, I have asked that EmptyHeart (a friend from my non-internet life!) be a betareader, because I need someone to kick my ass for not updating all the time. I really wanna finish this one, because the only finished story in my repertoire is Why Me? Why Not? And that's a one shot. So, here we go, without further ado… Chapter 1 of Requiem.
A man in a dark black cloak walked down the darkened street. His hood was up, the ties on it jingling with each step. He hummed a familiar somber tune to himself. He stopped as he heard footsteps behind him.
"Who the hell are you?" asked an angry voice.
The hooded man looked over his shoulder to see a young man, likely a teenager, with striking orange hair. He was wearing a grey uniform, like those that Japanese high school students wore, was sporting an immense scowl on his face and his bag was slung over his shoulder. The boy was staring intently at him.
"You followed me all this way, didn't you?" asked the cloaked man.
"So what if I did? And anyway, you look awfully suspicious skulking around in that black coat of yours, shadowing your face like that with your hood," came the answer.
"Indeed. That is my intention. It would not do to let others see my face at this early stage of my plan." The cloaked man considered the boy for a moment. "Perhaps you could understand…" he said to himself.
The orange-haired boy caught what he said. "Understand what?"
"That this world has been connected."
The boy's eyes widened. "What did you just say?" he asked.
"Tied to the darkness," the cloaked one continued, as if the boy hadn't just asked him a question.
Then the boy got angry. "Just what the hell are you talking about? What do you mean, 'the darkness'?"
"There is so very much to learn… you understand so little."
The boy rolled his eyes. "You'd be surprised."
"One who knows nothing can understand nothing."
"Lucky for me I can understand a lot." The boy reached into his pocket and drew out a curious badge. "I don't quite know what you mean by 'connected', but I'll bet it has something to do with other worlds… and this darkness you're talking about seems to me like some sort of threat." He pressed the badge to his chest, which knocked his body to the ground. Yet in its place was an almost exact replica of the boy, though he was wearing a black hakama and matching kimono. Sandals adorned his feet, and upon his back was strapped an enormous sword, wrapped in cloth.
"Now it is time for me to ask a question: who are you?" the man in the cloak inquired.
"I'm Ichigo Kurosaki. And I'm a Substitute Soul Reaper."
Sora stared out at the sea, looking back on his journey. He was starting to miss the frequent visits to other worlds. If he had wanted to take a break from his journey, he had any of a number of vacation spots to choose from. He knew that he was always welcome in Radiant Gardens. He was certain the gang in Twilight Town wouldn't mind him visiting either. He had friends from all the worlds by now. He sighed loudly. Now he knew exactly how Riku had felt before, back when it was just the three of them… before the Heartless came.
"Feeling restless?" a voice behind him called. It was Riku. He had come to sit on the tree near the water, like they used to do before their adventures began. Settling down in his usual spot, he closed his eyes to listen.
"Yeah… once you get home, its like a part of you wants to go back out. You start to miss the grandeur of it all."
"I know what you mean," Riku admitted. He also sighed. "What a small world."
"But part of one that's much bigger," Sora reminded him. "Say," he began. "What do you think it was? The door to light?"
Riku chuckled and jumped off the tree. He pointed to Sora's chest. "This," he said simply.
Sora gestured to the spot. "This?"
"Yeah. It's always closer than you think." Riku smiled.
Sora returned it.
"Sora! Riku!" a voice called out. Kairi was running toward the tree. She got to the boys, and was carrying a bottle with a rolled up paper inside. She held it up for the boys to see. Barely visible was the seal of King Mickey.
"From the King?" Sora pondered aloud. He popped the cork and opened the note.
Dear Sora, Riku, and Kairi,
I know you've all just settled down again, but I need yer help again. Ya see, there's this new world that's popped up. The people there are kinda like you. And I'm startin' to get the warning signs: Heartless and Nobodies are invadin' the worlds again. And I'm not quite sure if what Donald saw was genuine, but he swears he saw a funny lookin' fella disappear into a corridor of darkness. A funny lookin' fella in a black, hooded coat. Minnie and I fear the worst: that Organization XIII found a way to preserve themselves and that they're plannin' trouble for the worlds. I'm sorry to have to ask, but could you three lend us a hand? Two more Keys would be a big help.
You can meet me at the castle. Just go to the sealed door at the base of the big tree on the island, and concentrate on where ya wanna go. The Keyblade will open the door to light to let you through.
Hurry!
King Mickey
"This… doesn't look good," Kairi said at last.
"Good thing we've been prepared… I've kinda been expecting this," Riku sighed. "Xemnas never did give up easily."
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Sora exclaimed. The trio took off for the tree, running for the secret door in the cave beneath it. When they arrived, however, they stopped dead in their tracks.
There was somebody already there waiting for them. Somebody in a black, hooded cloak.
A/N: hahahahahahahahaha! Suspense much? There's a couple more reveals in the next chapter, which I hope to have up either next hour or tomorrow. Love you guys! Read and review pretty please!!
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No trial, no error, no ability to conceptualize. An omniscient being would have no need for such superfluous things... Am I making myself clear? For people who dabble in the sciences, such as ourselves, perfection would make us obsolete. Many magnificent things have been, and will continue to come into existence. And yet every last one of them will fall short of perfection's finish. Our function as men of science relies on their many shortcomings. Then, and only then, can we apply the fruits of our labor. To put it simply... as soon as you began spouting that nonsense about being an immaculate being... your fate was sealed. How dare you call yourself a man of science? – Kurotsuchi Mayuri
