On a Starless Night
A Kingdom Hearts Fanfiction by Chibigenius
Disclaimer: KH is not mine. I am but poor college student. Do not sue. Okay. Thanks.
Part One: The First Dream
I've been having weird thoughts lately, like is any of this real or not?
Where was he?
Unnatural green light blinded the boy as he opened his eyes. He squinted, trying to keep as much of the unwelcome illumination out of them as possible. Slowly his eyes adjusted to the world around him only to be greeted with – birds? They all flew off, scattering in all directions and conjuring a wind as the boy picked himself up from the ground.
The surface he stood upon was glassy, primarily green around the edges, and the cause of the greenish tint of the light. The surface extended for about fifty feet in all directions until it dropped off into complete darkness. Overall, the boy felt as if he were standing on a stained glass window. He hesitated, afraid that even the lightest step would break the glass and send him falling into a void.
So much to do, so little time... Don't be afraid.... Now, step forward. Can you do it?
A voice? The boy looked around for a source of some sort, but to no avail. Wherever he was, it was just him and this strange, bodiless voice that seemed to be more in his head than anywhere else. Trying to hide his uncertainty, he took one step. The platform held his weight, and the boy ran towards the center, closer to the perceived source of the strange voice.
A pedestal rose from the edge of the platform directly in front of him, low and wide for a platform. Light, pure and white, shone down upon it, illuminating some unknown object floating above it.
If you give it form... It will give you strength.
The boy went to investigate, the voice and his own inner urging compelling him to go forward. He jumped onto the platform and grasped at the object with both hands. At first, it was ephemeral like trying to hold mist in his hands. However, as he held onto it, it solidified. It sharpened as well, cutting into the palm of his left hand. The boy yelped as the blood dripped onto the blade of the newly-formed sword and took his hand from the blade. He would have dropped the sword, except for the strong, almost magnetic force keeping it in his hand.
The pedestal sank in to the ground again, causing the boy to fall back onto the platform, which shattered on impact. The air refused to support his weight, and he tumbled through the darkness. His body straightened itself out, and by the time he landed on another platform, this one mostly blue and with a different picture embedded in it, he managed to land, if roughly, on his feet.
Your path is set. You gained the power to fight. Use this power to protect yourself and others.
Once the boy had recovered, he swung the sword experimentally. He drew an arc with broad strokes. The weight rested heavily, reassuringly in his hand. A new confidence swept over him. Too soon, though, as he noticed a creature rising from the glass beneath him. Empty yellow eyes focused on him. Made of the shadow, it slithered along the floor, rising only when it was close enough to touch the boy.
The shadow creature struck, and the boy instinctively raised his sword to block. Steel strained against claws. Trying to plant his foot into something and steady himself, the boy struggled to keep the claws away. In a burst of strength, the boy deflected the claws and moved in swiftly to strike. He forced the Shadow back in three strokes of the sword, and the fourth one caught the Shadow, tearing it to pieces that immediately disappeared in a puff of black smoke.
There will be times you have to fight. Keep your light burning strong.
The voice distracted the boy, causing him to look up into the void again for the its source. Light? What did that have to do with fighting? He tried to ask, but his throat remained closed and dry. Instead he fixed his gaze up towards the darkness above him as if expecting to draw an answer from that.
Behind you!
The boy turned just as another Shadow prepared to attack. Cold claws barely scraped his cheek before he dodged and swung his sword up to catch it in the belly. It shuffled away, zig-zagging in many directions as it tried to determine another angle to attack from.
Another swift flash of black, and the boy whipped around. The Shadow again. No, a different Shadow. There were more than one now, at least three others that the boy could see, all of them with the same vacant eyes and erratic, shuffling movements. He tensed, crouching into a fighting stance and preparing to fight the Shadows.
As one of the dark creatures struck at the boy, who was prepared this time. He blocked it and drove back the shadow with numerous slashes, the last one hitting home in the Shadow's chest. Two others attacked, but the boy swept around, managing to catch them both with one arc of his sword. One of them leaped forward, slashing the boy across the chest and tearing off a piece of fabric from his black jacket.
He stopped thinking then and let the adrenaline take over. His body remembered the motions of swordplay long forgotten, and with little trouble he forced back the Shadows and destroyed them. Scared and breathing heavily, the boy managed a wide grin of satisfaction as the last Shadow vanished.
For a moment, the boy relaxed as he realized that the Shadows were gone until he noticed the pool of darkness growing underneath his feet. He scrambled away from the puddle, watching it warily as it consumed more of the platform. As he approached the edge, he froze in place, unsure of what to do. The pool swallowed him in his hesitation, and the boy fell again through the void.
He landed, this time on a primarily pink platform. He noticed a theme running through them as he took a closer look. All the designs in the glass were of young women -- princesses from the fairy stories that people told their children when they were little. The boy rose to his feet, drawing his gaze up and noticing a door, white and ornate, farther just past the center of the platform.
Burning with curiosity, the boy approached the door, his eyes widening to take in every detail as he drew closer. He reached out, laying his palm flat against the door. The cool, smooth surface indicated it was made of a stone, possibly marble, and it refused to yield under his pressure.
I can't open it...
The boy stepped back, again waiting for the mysterious voice to give some sort of answer or response. The door was important, and what was beyond it even more so. The boy knew it even if he didn't know how. He tried again, pushing harder this time. If it were possible, the door remained even more fixed.
He stepped back and scanned over the rest of the platform. There was nothing there at all, except for the feeling that something was missing. As soon as he acquiesced, the door opened of its own volition, showing nothing but a wall of light. The boy walked through, needing to know where the door led.
The sight on the other side surprised the boy, particularly because of its familiarity -- a wooden fort that he had played on when he was a child on an island not far from his home. The scent of the sea and the breeze blowing through the palms trees brought back memories of a time long lost to him. Old friends waited for him, smiling reassuringly.
Hold on. The door won't open just yet. First, tell me more about yourself.
The same force that compelled him to continue with this unusual situation hinted that he should talk to all of his old friends, two boys and a girl, and answer their questions.
He approached one of the boys, a young blond-haired rascal with a love for dueling, first.
What are you afraid of?
The boy hardly thought about his answer, and the sudden power of his voice startled him.
Being indecisive.
Bein' indecisive? Is that really so scary?
The boy didn't know. Was it? No time to really think about that, though. He moved on to the other boy, this one older, with an accent that the boy could never fathom.
What do you want outta life?
The response was immediate and instinctive.
To be strong.
To be strong, huh?
He pondered his priorities and almost thought of changing his answer, but his friend turned away, uninterested in the boy and tossing the blue and white ball he held lazily.
The boy turned then to the last friend who waited for him, a girl with a flipped-up hairstyle and a jump rope that she swung around as a weapon.
What's most important to you?
Again, he answered quickly, and as sure as he could be about anything.
Friendship.
Is friendship such a big deal?
No doubt at all on this one as he thought of his friends and what they meant to him. She had turned her attention away from him, leaving the boy in the center of his friends and yet far from their minds. The mysterious voice returned as his friends faded from view, and the boy's vision swept over the island.
Your journey begins in the dead of night. Your road won't be easy.... The day the door will open is both far off and very, very near.
The voice faded away and so did the isle of his childhood, bringing him to yet another platform with another princess from a fairy tale. A light shone upon her face, and the boy walked towards it, only to be ambushed by more of the black creatures that he knew as Shadows.
He fought them easily this time, with only a few minor wounds to show for his efforts. As the last Shadow became nothingness, the boy heaved a sigh of relief. The light still beckoned him, and when he stood at the center of its source, it healed him of his injuries and afforded a bit of rest in this strange place.
His inner compulsion told him that he could not remain in this light, not while there were things to do. Stained glass stairs waited for him to ascend to the next phase in this journey. The boy followed the path laid out for him, running up the the stairs without a thought to the pounding of his heart or the heaviness of his breathing. The new platform was primarily yellow time and once again held the image of a princess.
The closer you get to light, the greater your shadow becomes.
From the edge of the platform, a pool of darkness spread, taking a three dimensional form as the boy watched in horror. A shadow creature formed from the darkness, strangely familiar with its spiked hair and very familiar outfit, a replica of himself made from the substance of darkness. The shape of the darkness stayed like that for only a second before it morphed into a larger, more hideous being, at least a hundred times larger than the shadow creatures he had fought before. He looked for an escape, but nearly falling off the edge of the platform, he found none. Behind him, the stairs vanished into the void, leaving the boy with no place to turn back, and there was nothing that could lead him forward, except fighting.
But don't be afraid. And don't forget...
If that were the case, he would fight. The boy drew back his blade and prepared for the fight. His opponent was large and probably powerful, but its size could prove to be awkward, as it could only take a step or two on the platform, if even that, while the boy could scramble all over.
The battle began as the creature pulled its arm back and submerged its hand into the platform, missing the boy by a few inches. Motionless, it made an easy target for the boy to strike at. He swung his sword with abandon, hacking away at the monster's wrist until he noticed the puddle of black liquid swirling beneath him. The little creatures rose from it and attacked the boy, distracting him from the large, still motionless monster looming above him.
He struck back, but not before the claws began to sink into him. The shadow creatures clung to him, the boy trying desperately to shake them off, but to no avail. He flailed and tossed the shadows off in all directions only to find more waiting to attack. He stopped worrying about the still monster and focused exclusively on the creatures tearing him apart so voraciously. He slashed at them, gaining a strange satisfaction as their numbers thinned.
The Shadows stopped spawning, and the boy looked back at the giant. The pool of blackness was gone, and the wrist emerged from the platform. The Shadows had vanished, and the boy tried again to hack at any part of the giant that he could reach. If it was weakening, there was no way for the boy to know.
Backing away from the giant monster, the boy looked up. It leaned back, and the heart-shaped hole in the monster's stomach began to glow purple. A ball of light launched from this hole and descended towards the boy. He dodged, but barely, as he felt the static heat of the energy just out of range of his skin. The second sphere didn't miss, and the boy only had a fraction of a second to react before the light hit him straight on, forcing him back to the far edge of the platform. His body protested through pain as it absorbed the energy from the attack.
Recovering, he readied himself for the next onslaught. He watched as the dark giant moved to submerge his hand into the ground and spawn more Shadows. The boy saw an opportunity. The hands, the legs, all the places that he could normally reach might not do any damage, but the head...the creature was probably weak there. Injured as he was, perhaps he should not take the chance, but he could not afford to not do it. The Shadows on the ground would gang up on him again, and none of the monster's attacks would hit him if he were up there.
The minor tremble that accompanied the fist hitting and going through the platform passed, and the boy calculated his approach. He ran towards the submerged arm and jumped onto the wrist of the creature. His feet searched to grasp the skin that slid under his feet. Every time he thought he had a steady hold on the creature, a muscle would twitch, and his balance would grow just a bit more uncertain. He edged his way up the arm, hoping that he wouldn't fall off with the next step.
When he reached the shoulders, he took the opportunity to steady his balance and ready his sword. Bit by bit, he hacked at the monster, hoping for any effect that he could gain from sticking a comparatively small blade into the neck of a giant.
It felt pain at least. The sudden thrashing of its head told him that, and the boy struck even as he fought to remain perched on its shoulder. The monster suddenly let out a low moan, the first sound that the boy had heard it make. As it tilted its head back, the boy fell from its shoulder, and time seemed to stop as he slowly tumbled down to the platform below. He landed on his back and bruised himself, his head taking most of the damage.
Beneath him, a pool of blackness emerged in the platform, starting at the spot where he was sitting and extending outward to his legs and arms. The giant loomed above him, its expressionless eyes intent on him.
...hold the mightiest weapon of all...
The sword flew out of the boy's hand and disappeared over the edge of the platform.
So don't forget...
The pool of darkness engulfed him under the gaze of the giant. He scrambled, hoping to find some sort of escape, but the viscous liquid held him effectively captive. The boy sank into it, growing more helpless. He fought to keep his head above the surface, but eventually that too became surrounded by the liquid shadow. As the last of him, his right hand, disappeared underneath the surface, the darkness stopped being liquid and became an empty void that the boy could just fall through forever.
...the one who will open the door.
Falling...
Falling...
Falling where?
Into darkness?
***
Nee, this is the author speaking and giving a few shoutouts.
This is 'On a Starless Night,' and it appears to be a Kingdom Hearts fanfiction. In fact, it is a Kingdom Hearts fanfiction, although it takes place on an alternate timeline and certain things have changed. Hence why some of the script does not follow the game exactly. For reference I'm using the script prepared by Oliver Kong and posted on Game FAQ's. Really, don't sue. Original characters will appear where I deem them necessary, and I'm currently undecided on what pairings this story will involve or even if there will be pairings (I'm torn between Sora/Kairi or Riku/Kairi).
Thanks to my gracious editor Koorino Megumi for both editing and helping me with brainstorming and confidence issues.
Also, thanks to Iris Omega for helping me with a few of the lines that didn't appear in the script I have.
And remember, I am merely an attention seeking author. Reviews are welcome and cause for me to rent out a piece of my soul to you. ^_^
A Kingdom Hearts Fanfiction by Chibigenius
Disclaimer: KH is not mine. I am but poor college student. Do not sue. Okay. Thanks.
Part One: The First Dream
I've been having weird thoughts lately, like is any of this real or not?
Where was he?
Unnatural green light blinded the boy as he opened his eyes. He squinted, trying to keep as much of the unwelcome illumination out of them as possible. Slowly his eyes adjusted to the world around him only to be greeted with – birds? They all flew off, scattering in all directions and conjuring a wind as the boy picked himself up from the ground.
The surface he stood upon was glassy, primarily green around the edges, and the cause of the greenish tint of the light. The surface extended for about fifty feet in all directions until it dropped off into complete darkness. Overall, the boy felt as if he were standing on a stained glass window. He hesitated, afraid that even the lightest step would break the glass and send him falling into a void.
So much to do, so little time... Don't be afraid.... Now, step forward. Can you do it?
A voice? The boy looked around for a source of some sort, but to no avail. Wherever he was, it was just him and this strange, bodiless voice that seemed to be more in his head than anywhere else. Trying to hide his uncertainty, he took one step. The platform held his weight, and the boy ran towards the center, closer to the perceived source of the strange voice.
A pedestal rose from the edge of the platform directly in front of him, low and wide for a platform. Light, pure and white, shone down upon it, illuminating some unknown object floating above it.
If you give it form... It will give you strength.
The boy went to investigate, the voice and his own inner urging compelling him to go forward. He jumped onto the platform and grasped at the object with both hands. At first, it was ephemeral like trying to hold mist in his hands. However, as he held onto it, it solidified. It sharpened as well, cutting into the palm of his left hand. The boy yelped as the blood dripped onto the blade of the newly-formed sword and took his hand from the blade. He would have dropped the sword, except for the strong, almost magnetic force keeping it in his hand.
The pedestal sank in to the ground again, causing the boy to fall back onto the platform, which shattered on impact. The air refused to support his weight, and he tumbled through the darkness. His body straightened itself out, and by the time he landed on another platform, this one mostly blue and with a different picture embedded in it, he managed to land, if roughly, on his feet.
Your path is set. You gained the power to fight. Use this power to protect yourself and others.
Once the boy had recovered, he swung the sword experimentally. He drew an arc with broad strokes. The weight rested heavily, reassuringly in his hand. A new confidence swept over him. Too soon, though, as he noticed a creature rising from the glass beneath him. Empty yellow eyes focused on him. Made of the shadow, it slithered along the floor, rising only when it was close enough to touch the boy.
The shadow creature struck, and the boy instinctively raised his sword to block. Steel strained against claws. Trying to plant his foot into something and steady himself, the boy struggled to keep the claws away. In a burst of strength, the boy deflected the claws and moved in swiftly to strike. He forced the Shadow back in three strokes of the sword, and the fourth one caught the Shadow, tearing it to pieces that immediately disappeared in a puff of black smoke.
There will be times you have to fight. Keep your light burning strong.
The voice distracted the boy, causing him to look up into the void again for the its source. Light? What did that have to do with fighting? He tried to ask, but his throat remained closed and dry. Instead he fixed his gaze up towards the darkness above him as if expecting to draw an answer from that.
Behind you!
The boy turned just as another Shadow prepared to attack. Cold claws barely scraped his cheek before he dodged and swung his sword up to catch it in the belly. It shuffled away, zig-zagging in many directions as it tried to determine another angle to attack from.
Another swift flash of black, and the boy whipped around. The Shadow again. No, a different Shadow. There were more than one now, at least three others that the boy could see, all of them with the same vacant eyes and erratic, shuffling movements. He tensed, crouching into a fighting stance and preparing to fight the Shadows.
As one of the dark creatures struck at the boy, who was prepared this time. He blocked it and drove back the shadow with numerous slashes, the last one hitting home in the Shadow's chest. Two others attacked, but the boy swept around, managing to catch them both with one arc of his sword. One of them leaped forward, slashing the boy across the chest and tearing off a piece of fabric from his black jacket.
He stopped thinking then and let the adrenaline take over. His body remembered the motions of swordplay long forgotten, and with little trouble he forced back the Shadows and destroyed them. Scared and breathing heavily, the boy managed a wide grin of satisfaction as the last Shadow vanished.
For a moment, the boy relaxed as he realized that the Shadows were gone until he noticed the pool of darkness growing underneath his feet. He scrambled away from the puddle, watching it warily as it consumed more of the platform. As he approached the edge, he froze in place, unsure of what to do. The pool swallowed him in his hesitation, and the boy fell again through the void.
He landed, this time on a primarily pink platform. He noticed a theme running through them as he took a closer look. All the designs in the glass were of young women -- princesses from the fairy stories that people told their children when they were little. The boy rose to his feet, drawing his gaze up and noticing a door, white and ornate, farther just past the center of the platform.
Burning with curiosity, the boy approached the door, his eyes widening to take in every detail as he drew closer. He reached out, laying his palm flat against the door. The cool, smooth surface indicated it was made of a stone, possibly marble, and it refused to yield under his pressure.
I can't open it...
The boy stepped back, again waiting for the mysterious voice to give some sort of answer or response. The door was important, and what was beyond it even more so. The boy knew it even if he didn't know how. He tried again, pushing harder this time. If it were possible, the door remained even more fixed.
He stepped back and scanned over the rest of the platform. There was nothing there at all, except for the feeling that something was missing. As soon as he acquiesced, the door opened of its own volition, showing nothing but a wall of light. The boy walked through, needing to know where the door led.
The sight on the other side surprised the boy, particularly because of its familiarity -- a wooden fort that he had played on when he was a child on an island not far from his home. The scent of the sea and the breeze blowing through the palms trees brought back memories of a time long lost to him. Old friends waited for him, smiling reassuringly.
Hold on. The door won't open just yet. First, tell me more about yourself.
The same force that compelled him to continue with this unusual situation hinted that he should talk to all of his old friends, two boys and a girl, and answer their questions.
He approached one of the boys, a young blond-haired rascal with a love for dueling, first.
What are you afraid of?
The boy hardly thought about his answer, and the sudden power of his voice startled him.
Being indecisive.
Bein' indecisive? Is that really so scary?
The boy didn't know. Was it? No time to really think about that, though. He moved on to the other boy, this one older, with an accent that the boy could never fathom.
What do you want outta life?
The response was immediate and instinctive.
To be strong.
To be strong, huh?
He pondered his priorities and almost thought of changing his answer, but his friend turned away, uninterested in the boy and tossing the blue and white ball he held lazily.
The boy turned then to the last friend who waited for him, a girl with a flipped-up hairstyle and a jump rope that she swung around as a weapon.
What's most important to you?
Again, he answered quickly, and as sure as he could be about anything.
Friendship.
Is friendship such a big deal?
No doubt at all on this one as he thought of his friends and what they meant to him. She had turned her attention away from him, leaving the boy in the center of his friends and yet far from their minds. The mysterious voice returned as his friends faded from view, and the boy's vision swept over the island.
Your journey begins in the dead of night. Your road won't be easy.... The day the door will open is both far off and very, very near.
The voice faded away and so did the isle of his childhood, bringing him to yet another platform with another princess from a fairy tale. A light shone upon her face, and the boy walked towards it, only to be ambushed by more of the black creatures that he knew as Shadows.
He fought them easily this time, with only a few minor wounds to show for his efforts. As the last Shadow became nothingness, the boy heaved a sigh of relief. The light still beckoned him, and when he stood at the center of its source, it healed him of his injuries and afforded a bit of rest in this strange place.
His inner compulsion told him that he could not remain in this light, not while there were things to do. Stained glass stairs waited for him to ascend to the next phase in this journey. The boy followed the path laid out for him, running up the the stairs without a thought to the pounding of his heart or the heaviness of his breathing. The new platform was primarily yellow time and once again held the image of a princess.
The closer you get to light, the greater your shadow becomes.
From the edge of the platform, a pool of darkness spread, taking a three dimensional form as the boy watched in horror. A shadow creature formed from the darkness, strangely familiar with its spiked hair and very familiar outfit, a replica of himself made from the substance of darkness. The shape of the darkness stayed like that for only a second before it morphed into a larger, more hideous being, at least a hundred times larger than the shadow creatures he had fought before. He looked for an escape, but nearly falling off the edge of the platform, he found none. Behind him, the stairs vanished into the void, leaving the boy with no place to turn back, and there was nothing that could lead him forward, except fighting.
But don't be afraid. And don't forget...
If that were the case, he would fight. The boy drew back his blade and prepared for the fight. His opponent was large and probably powerful, but its size could prove to be awkward, as it could only take a step or two on the platform, if even that, while the boy could scramble all over.
The battle began as the creature pulled its arm back and submerged its hand into the platform, missing the boy by a few inches. Motionless, it made an easy target for the boy to strike at. He swung his sword with abandon, hacking away at the monster's wrist until he noticed the puddle of black liquid swirling beneath him. The little creatures rose from it and attacked the boy, distracting him from the large, still motionless monster looming above him.
He struck back, but not before the claws began to sink into him. The shadow creatures clung to him, the boy trying desperately to shake them off, but to no avail. He flailed and tossed the shadows off in all directions only to find more waiting to attack. He stopped worrying about the still monster and focused exclusively on the creatures tearing him apart so voraciously. He slashed at them, gaining a strange satisfaction as their numbers thinned.
The Shadows stopped spawning, and the boy looked back at the giant. The pool of blackness was gone, and the wrist emerged from the platform. The Shadows had vanished, and the boy tried again to hack at any part of the giant that he could reach. If it was weakening, there was no way for the boy to know.
Backing away from the giant monster, the boy looked up. It leaned back, and the heart-shaped hole in the monster's stomach began to glow purple. A ball of light launched from this hole and descended towards the boy. He dodged, but barely, as he felt the static heat of the energy just out of range of his skin. The second sphere didn't miss, and the boy only had a fraction of a second to react before the light hit him straight on, forcing him back to the far edge of the platform. His body protested through pain as it absorbed the energy from the attack.
Recovering, he readied himself for the next onslaught. He watched as the dark giant moved to submerge his hand into the ground and spawn more Shadows. The boy saw an opportunity. The hands, the legs, all the places that he could normally reach might not do any damage, but the head...the creature was probably weak there. Injured as he was, perhaps he should not take the chance, but he could not afford to not do it. The Shadows on the ground would gang up on him again, and none of the monster's attacks would hit him if he were up there.
The minor tremble that accompanied the fist hitting and going through the platform passed, and the boy calculated his approach. He ran towards the submerged arm and jumped onto the wrist of the creature. His feet searched to grasp the skin that slid under his feet. Every time he thought he had a steady hold on the creature, a muscle would twitch, and his balance would grow just a bit more uncertain. He edged his way up the arm, hoping that he wouldn't fall off with the next step.
When he reached the shoulders, he took the opportunity to steady his balance and ready his sword. Bit by bit, he hacked at the monster, hoping for any effect that he could gain from sticking a comparatively small blade into the neck of a giant.
It felt pain at least. The sudden thrashing of its head told him that, and the boy struck even as he fought to remain perched on its shoulder. The monster suddenly let out a low moan, the first sound that the boy had heard it make. As it tilted its head back, the boy fell from its shoulder, and time seemed to stop as he slowly tumbled down to the platform below. He landed on his back and bruised himself, his head taking most of the damage.
Beneath him, a pool of blackness emerged in the platform, starting at the spot where he was sitting and extending outward to his legs and arms. The giant loomed above him, its expressionless eyes intent on him.
...hold the mightiest weapon of all...
The sword flew out of the boy's hand and disappeared over the edge of the platform.
So don't forget...
The pool of darkness engulfed him under the gaze of the giant. He scrambled, hoping to find some sort of escape, but the viscous liquid held him effectively captive. The boy sank into it, growing more helpless. He fought to keep his head above the surface, but eventually that too became surrounded by the liquid shadow. As the last of him, his right hand, disappeared underneath the surface, the darkness stopped being liquid and became an empty void that the boy could just fall through forever.
...the one who will open the door.
Falling...
Falling...
Falling where?
Into darkness?
***
Nee, this is the author speaking and giving a few shoutouts.
This is 'On a Starless Night,' and it appears to be a Kingdom Hearts fanfiction. In fact, it is a Kingdom Hearts fanfiction, although it takes place on an alternate timeline and certain things have changed. Hence why some of the script does not follow the game exactly. For reference I'm using the script prepared by Oliver Kong and posted on Game FAQ's. Really, don't sue. Original characters will appear where I deem them necessary, and I'm currently undecided on what pairings this story will involve or even if there will be pairings (I'm torn between Sora/Kairi or Riku/Kairi).
Thanks to my gracious editor Koorino Megumi for both editing and helping me with brainstorming and confidence issues.
Also, thanks to Iris Omega for helping me with a few of the lines that didn't appear in the script I have.
And remember, I am merely an attention seeking author. Reviews are welcome and cause for me to rent out a piece of my soul to you. ^_^