Before the story begins I would like to let all readers know that this story was not writen by just me. This story was co-writen by Gracekim1, and JPG121260 (Who does not have a fan fiction account). I only own a few of the characters in this story, other OCs are owned by Gracekim1 and JPG121260. I hope that you all enjoy this story and appreciate the work that went nto it.
Chapter 1: Begginings
This chapter was writen by roastedhawk21
It was cold out. I remember that pretty well. I was nearly freezing my rear off. But I suppose that rain in the middle of winter would do that. Walking home on a school day, with no ride, no other people around. I was living the dream. As I was walking I tried to focus on the splish splash of the rapidly forming puddles insted of the squish in my shoes. I found it fairly odd that no one else was out, until I thought, who in their right mind would actually be walking out in the pouring rain. Thinking back on it I probably should have just asked for a ride home. But that's way past now.
While I was walking home I began getting a feeling that someone was following me home. So out of natural instinct I turned around, but surprise, surprise… no one was there. So I walked and I walked and I walked some more in the ever pouring rain. Splish, splash, splish, splash. The only thought on my mind. Way too mind numbing. As I approached the entrance to my house, I took another glance over my shoulder, and this time I was shocked to actualy see someone. But it was not someone I wanted to see.
My school bully was standing about fifteen feet in front of me, with an offensive struggle rod in his right hand. Joron. He, for some unknown reason, likes to go around and challenge random kids to a street match. And never goes easy on you either. One time I saw him slam the struggle rod into the side of a little kids head and knock him out cold. He's ruthless. Well as ruthless as a seventeen year old could be. "Hey Kai, guess whos turn it is today." He smirked.
"Well since you're standing in front of my house, and you're asking me this specific question, I'm going to guess me." I wasn't afraid of him.
Joron sauntered closer. "Well look who got smart." He started waggling the struggle rod in his hand.
"And look who's still an idiot." Let him think what he wants, I've always been smarter than him.
He stop short of ten feet in front of me. "Alright well I always like give people a fair game insted of just beating on them, so here," He reached behind his back and pulled out an offensive struggle rod. He tossed it to me and caught it with my fight hand. "Lets get to it."
He rushed at me with the struggle rod pointed at my chest. He was fast, but at the same time, slower than I had expected. I stepped to the left and swung the rod back, slamming it into Jorons back. He slammed into the ground face first, splashing into a water puddle. As he stood up I took note of what he was wearing. Bright red shoes caked in mud, and a white cloak, darkened from the water. He stood up and stared at me with rage riddled across his face. It suited his strange red eyes. "Alright, time to get serious." He grabbed the handle with both hands and got into a defensive possision.
I mirriored him, and we began circling each other. He was right. Time to get serious.
I walked the streets, the click clack of the stone walk ways against my boots sounded. I was tuning out all the chitter chatter of the civilians, keeping my mind focused on my visual surroundings, insted of my audio surroundings. The click clack was the only noise I let myself listen to, in order to keep myself sane. But then again if what the King sent me here to investigate really exists then sanity might be hard to hold onto. I still remember the disscusion the king and I had before I left Destiny Island.
"Alright I want you to listen very carfully." The King spoke very clearly and carfully. I nodded to show him I understood. "Good, every thing I'm about to tell you is classified information. This stays between you, me, Donald, and Goofy. Understood?" I nodded again.
"I understand." I said just to give him a verbal response.
"Perfect, I assume you're familiar with Organization XIII,"
I was. I glanced at my robes. They were exactly like Organization XIII robes, minus the metal hangings. "Yes sir, I am."
The king himself wore Organization XIII robes. "I have reason to believe that the Organization has returned."
I kept a face of calm, but the news its self hit me like a brick to the forehead. "Sir, not that I want to question your sources or information, but didn't you, Sora, Roxas, and Axel destroy the remnants of the Organization over a hundred years ago?"
"Yes we did," The king looked slightly troubled. "But it's always possible that some fanatic, could be trying to bring them back."
"But sir, you have to be heartless to be in the Organization. Their entire crusade was meant for them to recieve hearts."
"While that is true, it is possible for another to born… Incomplete, so to say."
"Sir, what evidence do you have that the Organization has returned?"
The king looked down onto the crystal meeting table. "There has been a tragic death," A tear ran down his face. "King Aladan was killed two days ago."
This time I let the shock show.
The king looked back up at me. "That too was my reaction, and more."
"And you're sure that this was done by Organization XIII?"
"Quite positive. Princess Jasmine showed up here two days ago, claiming that a man bearing the key blade of darkness, and wearing Organization XIII robes, showed up with an army of heartless, and burned their city to the ground."
"And what of King Aladan?"
"The princess said he had been decapitated by the strange man. And that he also took Aladans key blade."
I recalled Aladans key blade. The key of the desert. It had the power to create massive sand storms, and completely reform the desert. Or it could turn any town or city into waste land. "What could they need King Aladans key blade for?" I couldn't think of any reason for having it. Esspecially if this person had the key blade of Darkness. The second most powerfull key blade in existence.
"I'm not quite sure what they would need with his key blade, but what I do know is that one person still exists that could help you."
"Who?" This was actually intreging me.
"I can't tell you who, but I can tell you where." The king leaned forward, not far given his hight. "In Twilight Town, there is an old back ally area that used to house meetings with Roxas and his former friends. If you go to the back ally, there is someone there who can help you."
"Why can't you go sir?" This was turning out to be a very tragic meeting.
"I have to go and investigate Duskville." The king hopped down from his hightened chair. I too got up from mine and stood in front of the king. "Good luck."
"Thank you sir."
And so now I walked down the streets of Twilight Town, looking for the back ally. I was beginning to get fed up with looking, when out of the corner of my eye I saw a blue blanket billow in the wind, hangning from hooks, covering an opening in a chain link fence. This had to be the only back ally. I walked towards it. As I approached, I got a wierd sensation, not a threatening one, but one quite the opposite. There was someone behind that curtain. Ipushed aside the blanket and had no words for what I saw.
"Well… hard work does pay off." The strange man set they Key Of The Desert on the a weapons rack. "Even though more blood was shed than I would have liked, but it's all going to pay off."
Foot steps sounded throught the room, approaching closer to the man. "Now that you have The Key Of The Desert, what are we going after next?" A man wearing a black cloak with metal hangings stood to the left of the other man.
The other turned to face the man who had just entered the room. "Now we go after The Key Of Royal Glass." The man laid his hand on thbe others shoulder. "This time I need you to go and get the key blade."
The man pulled back the hood of his cloak, revealing a bald head, with milky white skin, and a thickly scared face. "Good, a chance to get revenge on the prince."
The other man pulled back his hood long black hair spilling out over his shoulders, a tan complexion complimented by deep green eyes. "Remember, this is simply a mission to retrieve the key blades. Extermination of anyone is only authorized if hostile action is taken by the enemy."
"Yes sir."
"Now be off. Lord Markai doesn't like to wait for results." And with that the man dissapeared.
"So Kroven, do you think he'll really take non-hostile actions?" A man of bulky stature and a height of 6' 3" apperead behind Kroven, as fast as the other man dissapeared.
"No my lord." Kroven turned to face him. "The King needs to know we're here."
"Then why tell him to take non-hostile reactions?" This intreged the Lord.
"He needed to hear what he didn't want to. The extra anger could be useful."
The Lord turned to walk out of the room. "For your sake, let's hope he comes back." He took a few steps down the hall before stopping. "Or I'll have your head on my key blade. Speaking of which, I want mine back." Kroven summond the Key Blade Of Darkness and tossed it to his Lord. "Good, and set up a meeting with me and King Mickey. I would enjoy seeing him." And with that he dissapeared down the hallway.
I listened carfully. I heard a man approach the hide out. I saw him wisk away the blanket that covered the entrance, so I side stepped to the wall next to the entrance so he wouldn't see me. She was already there though. I heard him whisper under his breath. "Kairi….?". She dissapeared before his eyes. He seemed shocked, but I was used to her dissapering in and out of the area. What ghosts did on their free time still eludes me. His shock though was the perfect moment to get him before anyone saw him. I grabbed his arm and stepped forward, pulling him with all my streangth. I let him go, sending him sprawling onto the leather couch against the back wall.
The mans reflexs were faster than I had anticipated. When he hit the couch he near immediatly slammed his feet into the arm and kicked forward, sending himself over the other end of the couch and onto his feet. "Who are you." The man said. "Why was Kairi here?"
I calmed myself before speaking. "My name is Grace Fire. And I would like to know why you're here."
The man sat down on the couch, and when he did the springs creaked under his weight. "I thought you would know I was coming."
This confused me quite a bit. "And why would you think that I would know you'd be here?"
"Because King Mickey sent me?"
"Who's King Mickey?"
The man was about to open his mouth when she appeared again. "I think I could answer all your questions."
The man leaned forward on the couch, shock on his face. "Kairi." This time it wasn't a question. He knew she was there.
