By: whitewingedsoldier

Rated: T

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Square-Enix, Disney, or any of their characters.

Information: This chapter was written based on screenshots and rumors focusing on Kingdom Hearts II: Final Mix+. Since they are not confirmed, the idea is of my own creation.

Kingdom Hearts

"Somebody"

Roxas' Story

00/prologue

"A Keyblade that unlocks peoples' hearts..." The fourteen-year-old boy with spiky brown hair eyed the weapon lying on the floor, several feet away from him. His companions, known as Donald and Goofy, looked on. "I wonder..." The boy closed his eyes, and then opened them again, his mind made up. With steady steps, he made his way towards the weapon. "Sora?" asked Goofy, but he received no reply.

The boy walked across the expanse of floor separating himself and the weapon, and knelt to pick it up. "Sora! Hold on!" cried Goofy, but once more went unheeded. This time, Donald yelled too. "No! Wait!"

The boy slowly examined the key-like weapon, holding it up above his head. Then he turned to look at his friends, smiled confidently at them, and without hesitation, plunged the weapon into his own heart. He hung there, motionless, a purple-black light emanating from the point of entry. The weapon pulled itself out and disappeared in a flash of similarly colored light.

From the weapon, six bright lights flew—captive hearts. They soared back to their owners, restoring life to them. A heart also flew from the boy's chest, drifting slowly to the girl lying motionless on the floor. Her eyes opened as it returned to its rightful place. The boy, having seen this, smiled with satisfaction and closed his eyes again. He was being engulfed in a golden light. "Sora! SORA!" Donald cried, racing towards him.

The girl lying on the floor, Kairi, rose slowly to a sitting position just in time to watch the boy's body falling in slow motion, arcing gracefully. "Sora!" she exclaimed, jumping to her feet and dashing to catch him, but just as she felt his back against her fingers, he disappeared from view, hundreds of golden lights drifting slowly upwards. "SORA! Come back, Sora!" Donald was shouting in devastation, but they all knew it. The boy named Sora was gone.

At the same time, on the abandoned front lawn of an old and decrepit mansion, something opened its eyes for the first time.

The creature slowly rose, feeling dazed and confused. Feeling? It looked down at itself. It stood upright, at about five feet and several more inches. It had hands, feet, and was wearing what were unmistakably called clothes. There was a black vest, a white checkered jacket, and dark silver pants. Black-and-red shoes covered its feet. On its left hand was a checkered armband, and two rings: black, and white.

Disoriented still, the creature reached upwards to feel its head and found that it had hair, large spikes of it that stood up and swept to the right. It let its hand drift over its face—eyes, a nose, a mouth, ears. Skin. It could feel everything, even the wind, and the heat of the summer day.

"You have awoken." A voice spoke behind it, and it jumped, startled, and turned around. A tall figure wearing a black robe was standing there, but it did not appear threatening. The hood of the robe was raised, but the face of the person wearing it was visible through the shadows. Crimson eyes stared back at the eyes of the creature.

"No doubt, you wonder at my presence here. I have come to take you away...far away, to a place where you can hone your abilities. You are confused, and still uncoordinated, just like the others were at the beginning. With time, you will gain mastery over your body. You will become strong. And then...you will fight. You will destroy as many of them as it takes to gather the hearts."

The creature squinted in confusion. Hearts? "Hearts...they are what every living being possesses," clarified the man, raising a gloved hand to the sky. "The humans and others living in the light, are born with them. The Heartless, created in darkness, steal them for their own. But we, those who lie between, have none. Without a heart, we cannot feel. Without a heart...we do not exist. We are Nobodies."

The creature stood still, absorbing this information into its minute-old brain. Nobodies... "I am building an army of Nobodies. An army that will reclaim the captive hearts for our own purpose. With hearts...we can really and truly exist. No one wishes to live without a heart. If you join me...you will be able to exist," said the man. Although the creature had not been alive for very long, it understood this very well. Some inner mechanism told it that it desperately wanted a heart. It nodded.

"Will you join me?" asked the man, offering a hand. The creature nodded again. "Good." The man smiled in triumph. "But first...you need a name." He held up the hand so that the palm faced outwards, and four letters appeared in front of the creature. They were translucent and large, and had come from nowhere. They spelled out S-O-R-A, and as the creature stared at them, he found that they spelled Sora. For some reason, it sounded familiar to him.

The letters approached the creature and began to rotate around him, slowly at first, and then faster and faster until they were a whirling blur. The creature tried not to look. When the letters slowed down and finally came to a halt, they now read something different. They had rearranged themselves and added something new. Now they spelled R-O-X-A-S.

"Take this name. It is yours now," said the man, and the creature opened its mouth, speaking its first word: its new name. "Roxas."

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- White