A/N: Hey guys, Legacy918 here with a Kingdom Hearts story! For those of you who read my Pokemon stories, I've decided to take a break from them, but don't worry because I'll get back to them. I just need to take a step back from them and naturally allow the ideas to come to me instead of forcing them like I have been lately.
For those of you who don't read my Pokemon stories (you should check them out if you like Pokemon), this is an SYOC. For those of you who don't know what that is, it stands for Submit Your Own Character which means that you guys, the readers, will be able to submit a character to this story by filling out the form I have on my profile. Because the Kingdom Hearts SYOC Community is basically non-existent, I'll go a little easy in regards to the amount of detail you provide for your character because some of you KH readers aren't used to these kinds of stories but there's a lot of stuff on the form so please take your time to come up with the best character that you can.
There are rules with the form that you must follow for your character to get accepted so please read and follow them.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts. If I did, I would've put Nomura to work instead of barely offering jobs for the game production. (For those of you who haven't heard, Square Enix offered jobs for the game production sometime in January of this year.)
Prologue:
"Pottery! Get your pottery here!" a street merchant bellowed.
"Apples! Freshly picked apples!"
The commoners bustled by on the sandy streets, passing by clay-molded buildings underneath the hot desert sun. The street vendors tried to sell to the people passing by, the children ran around on the street, and the royal guards patrolled the city. A large white and golden palace could be seen in the distance in the openings between buildings.
A hooded figure walked through the crowd wearing a brown form-fitting cloak. From the build, it was apparent that this figure was male. The cloak covered everything below the neck but the hood could only cover so much. His tan skin glistened with sweat from the intense heat and short locks of golden blonde hair fell from underneath the hood without obstructing his vision. His dark eyes remained focused towards where he was going.
A male voice spoke into his ear, "Hey have you seen him?"
The hooded man shook his head, forgetting that his partner could not see that. "No…"
"Roger. I'll standby."
Just then, his target was within sight – a large man with black hair in every place imaginable. He wore a dark green vest with yellow trim exposing his round stomach. His loose fitting beige pants were spotless except for small blotches of dirt at the bottom. A cream-colored turban was neatly wrapped around his head. Unlike the commoners which were barefoot, he wore a pair of brown sandals.
Upon seeing the man, the cloaked figure spoke into the microphone connected to his earpiece, "Spotted him."
"Keep him in sight but don't let him see you," the voice spoke back. "He'll probably want you for a snack."
The cloaked figure chuckled, "Roger." He began walking faster as to not lose the hairy man around the corner of a building. He stayed in pursuit for a few minutes until the target entered one of the buildings. "How do people here not get lost? Everything looks the same."
The other voice chuckled, "I'm sure if you put any of them in one of our bases, they'd say the same, Allan."
"No, they'd freak out upon realizing there's more to the world than just this sandy city. He entered one of the buildings. I'm going in after him."
"Alright, be careful."
"Right." Allan entered the dark doorway to find himself in a noisy room filled with men sitting and standing around holding conversations and drinking. He got looks from some of them as he walked on through until he found a bald man wearing a set of pale blue robes pouring liquor into a clay cup and serving it to another man who gave him gold coins in return. "Well they just discovered bars," Allan joked.
"Do you see Mahad?"
Allan looked around the room until he turned around to find a group of large men standing in his way. They were not dressed like guards but they each carried a sword at the waist. The one standing right in front of Allan had a crinkled beard and wore a blue vest with beige pants. His head was covered by a blue hat with a white flap to cover his neck from the harsh sunlight outside. The smell of liquor coming from this man's breath cause Allan's nose to crinkle slightly but he did not budge to not show a sign of weakness.
"You looking for someone?" His heavy arms were crossed over his chest.
Allan looked up at him from underneath his hood and responded, "No, I'm just looking."
"We don't just look here."
Allan's lips cracked into a smirk. "Well then I guess I'm here for a drink." He turned to the bartender and took a seat in front of him. "One cup of wine."
His dark eyes scanned the room until they rested upon Mahad who was seated with another man. They were discussing something while having a drink. Allan could see Mahad reach into his pocket for something and his eyes narrowed to focus on what he was pulling out.
"That'll be ten pieces of gold." Allan looked at the bartender then at the two men on the other side of the room to find Mahad handing something to the other man. "You know it's rude to have a hood on." Allan's eyes flicked back to the bartender then at the drink below. The hooded man quickly grabbed the cup and threw the drink into his face, prompting the large men to pull out their weapons.
Allan dipped both hands into his pockets and pulled out a pair of daggers. The hilts were black and widened more towards the center. The color of the blades was a dark blue with a golden yellow outline. The rings on the other side of the handles were also gold.
He heard his partner say, "Dena chase after Mahad's friend."
"On it!" he heard a feminine voice call back.
He noticed Mahad and the other man getting up but his attention was redirected to the rusty iron being swung at him. He blocked the blade with both daggers and dropkicked the attacker only to find two more swords nearing him. He ducked and spun on the tip of his toe to trip one of the men with his other leg. The remaining attacker swung his sword down but Allan rolled out of the way. The first man ran towards him but Allan moved out of the way and slashed at his torso, spilling blood onto the dark sand. The second attacker came again but he jumped onto a table to give himself higher ground to jump over the man's swords. While in the air, Allan kicked the man in the back of the head, knocking him out.
The third and now a fourth attacker tried to slash him but he grabbed one of their arms to get behind him and use him as a shield. The other man drove his sword across the captive's chest and Allan kicked the bleeding man into him causing them both to fall.
Not wanting to waste any more time, Allan ran out the door, pushing through any other man who wanted to pick a fight to find that both men had already left.
"Kevin, which way did they go?"
"I have Dena chasing down the other guy. Go after Mahad. He went to your left."
"Alright, got it." Allan started running, trusting Kevin's guidance. He threw off his brown cloak to give himself more mobility. His messy razor hair was revealed to be jet black with a patch of golden blonde hair at the front. His earlobes were each occupied by a black single-flared plug with a yellow interior.
He wore an open dark blue jacket with chest pockets, a silver zipper, and bronze buttons on the chest pockets, shoulders, and cuffs. Underneath was a yellow T-shirt with black around the collar. His pants were light gray and his shoes were mostly black with white at the bottom and yellow markings on the sides. A silver chain hung from his neck with a silver pendant designed as a cross consisting of four hollow triangles meeting at a one of their tips.
Kevin spoke into Allan's ear again, "Why didn't you just shoot a flare gun while you were at it?"
Allan grinned, "You always have to give them a twenty-second head start in tag."
"That was about twenty-five. You were a bit too generous. Take the third opening to your right." Allan did as he was told. "Go straight until you reach a merchant's stand with a red roof. Take a left after that. Enter the first door on your left."
Allan ran into the house and could tell by the broken plates and petrified faces on the residents that someone had come through here. He ran up the stairs to find a bed but nothing else. He looked at the window outside to see a man running on the rooftops. Allan ran to the window and saw that the jump to the next building was not too wide – it couldn't have been if the large man was able to make it. He took a couple steps back and ran forward until he reached the end of the floor, pushing himself into the air and landing on the roof of the next building.
He could still see Mahad running and continued his chase. When the fat man looked back, his eyes widened in panic as his stubby legs tried to carry him away faster. Within seconds, Allan caught up with him but was intercepted by a group of small black bug-like creatures that sprang up from the ground. They had eerie yellow eyes and thin antennae and a bad habit of constantly looking from left to right.
Mahad stopped running and turned to look at Allan with a confident grin. His hands were on his knees and he panted heavily from running so much, but now that these shadowy creatures arrived, he felt comfortable enough to watch them handle his pursuer.
"He's got Heartless with him," Allan said as he closed his eyes.
"And you said this mission would be boring," Kevin responded.
A smirk appeared on Allan's face as he raised his hand forward. Mahad looked at him with a confused expression. Allan opened his eyes and replied, "They're just Shadows."
Suddenly streaks of lightning shot out of thin air and gathered into the palm of his hand. The electricity began surging through the space in front of him, outlining something. A quick flash revealed a strange key-shaped sword and he gripped the hilt tightly upon its appearance.
The hilt of the sword was a thin light gray cylinder that spread out at each end. The guard consisted of two black wings that touched ends at the bottom. There was a short dandelion yellow cylinder above the wings. The blade was a smooth light gray cylinder with a black band at the top. The teeth of the blade was composed of a black sparrow silhouette with the tail feathers on the other side of the black cylinder. Dandelion yellow lines followed the inside of the sparrow making a linear skeleton. The chain was black and the keychain was a yellow talon with gray nails.
Allan stood with his feet apart at waist-length – his right foot in front and his body slightly tilted to the side. He held his keyblade with his right hand aimed in the direction he was facing with his hand held at waist-height. His left hand remained at his side for free use.
Mahad was left wide-eyed as Allan's weapon was coated in a layer of electricity and his assault on the Shadows began. The bug-like creatures jumped into the air but with one quick slash, Allan cut through them, leaving a dark mist that faded into the air.
Four more creatures appeared around him, but these were different from the Shadows. They appeared to be wearing blue garments similar to the native people in Agrabah with red lining and yellow buttons. Their shoes curved at the end and a white turban was wrapped around their head leaving only their piercing yellow eyes. They each carried a curved blade in their right hand and shift from foot to foot as they watched Allan, waiting for their chance to strike.
The rare desert breeze passed over the six figures standing on that rooftop and for a moment, all of the noise coming from the people down on the ground, oblivious to the fighting, was just blocked out. Allan closed his eyes and took a deep breathe through his nose before slowly releasing it through his mouth.
All four Heartless jumped into the air ready to strike with their swords and in one swift motion, Allan opened his eyes and aimed his sword into the air all while calling out, "Thundaga!" Out of thin air, bolts of electricity crashed down onto the Bandit Heartless, knocking them back. The spell was powerful but not enough to kill them. They got to their feet, but weren't give much chance to fight as Allan rushed towards two of them and cut them in half, leaving them to fade into darkness.
One of the remaining Bandits lunged itself at Allan but he spun around and clashed his blade with its. The recoil left an opening for him to cut through it as well. The final Heartless tried to run but Allan put his sword forward, aiming the tip of his blade at it.
"Fira!" A fireball was shot out from the tip, hitting the Bandit in the back, and causing him to die.
Allan turned around to find Mahad backing away to the edge of the building, His foot slipped causing him to move his arms in an attempt to maintain balance. He felt himself tipping over but Allan grabbed him by the wrist. The young man pulled Mahad away from the edge and threw him onto the ground. He got onto the man's back and put his arms behind him while reaching into his back pocket for a pair of handcuffs.
These handcuffs were very strange. They were rather bulky and dark gray in coloration with a black tube connecting them. Three small bulbs could be found on each cuff.
Allan spoke into his microphone, "Dena, did you catch the other guy?"
"No, but he dropped a Synthesis Material."
"That's all I needed to hear." He placed the cuffs around his captive's wrists and red bulbs lit up along with the black tube which glowed a bright blue. "Mahad Al-Siraf, you are under arrest for suspect of smuggling Synthesis Material without any sort of license. Anything you say or do can and will be held against you in an interplanetary court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot attain an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?" Allan looked at the fat man who merely grunted and glared back at him. "You probably don't."
That's the prologue to this story! I wanted to give you guys a bit of action to show you what you can expect of this story. I will reveal who Kevin and Dena are in the next chapter and reveal more about this story. I hope you all enjoyed this prologue and I look forward to receiving your character applications. Remember to leave your questions, comments, concerns, remarks, rebuttals, inquiries, and general thoughts in the reviews. Legacy, out!
