So, Hows a going everyone. :] This is my first fanfic. And I decided to start with Kingdom Hearts. Roxas is being recruited. xD Well, kind of. I'm still trying to work out all the kinks in his part of the story.
I welcome criticism of any kind though I prefer constructive criticism over hostile. I promise I will respond better it you tell it to me straight and professionally then mean and unkindly. But I will accept both.
Let me know what you think for the first chapter of my first story. :] I hope you at least enjoy it.
Note; For those of you with the same question as lion, "why is your dialogue bold?" Actually the bold for dialogue thing is kind of a habit from roleplaying. It just kind of looks cool to me and It also helps me with whats voice and whats detail.
Oh Yeah. I DO NOT OWN KINGDOM HEARTS OR ANY OF THE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS! But all characters I created for this story are my characters.
Everything was quiet in the white room. True that the scene was a bit small, but it wasn't a problem for it's non existent occupant. Of course the silence was unnerving and made him want to jump off a cliff. If a tiny pebble or a small pin dropped onto the floor you could hear it echo for about 2 minutes. Nothing ever dropped in here though. Not since he stopped freaking out. There was nothing in the room except white walls and a door at the back of the room. This door was white just like everything else and it didn't have a handle. It was locked. No way out, unless someone came to open the door from the other side.
He had been in here so long he couldn't remember if he was real or if he was only a memory. How long has it been? He couldn't tell, not without the ability to see time through a clock or the moon and sun. The room was always the same. White. Enough to make a full grown man go crazy after awhile. No food. No sleep. Nothing. Just white. Sometimes he wondered if he had ever felt the feeling of hunger. Currently, it didn't seem so.
He didn't even remember the moment he came into the room. He had no recollection of the way he got here. But surely he remembered panicking for the first part of his boring white life. Many emotions had conflicted making him only hurt himself as he tried desperately to get out. He even remembered the life before he became stuck in this awfully boring place. Or was that just another fake memory that the room came up with and placed in his mind?
"Your mind's made up?"
"Why did the Keyblade choose me? I have to know..."
"You can't turn on the Organization! You get on their bad side and they'll destroy you!"
"No one would miss me."
"Thats not True! I would..."
He hated that memory more then any other. He wished the room would leave his mind alone, but he didn't do anything to stop it. He couldn't. In fact he sat still in the middle of the room, cross legged with his hands resting on his knees and his back up straight. His breathing was steady and his eyes were closed. There was nothing better to do, but think anyway. Think of why he was there. Think of what he could have done or where he could be right now. He was aware of himself and that had to count for something.
He frowned.
He felt a gentle breeze brush past his golden blond hair from behind him. He didn't move, though he knew exactly what had happened. The door had opened. For a moment everything was quiet and the only thing that could be heard was the door creeping wider to reveal the outside world. He couldn't see it. The door was behind him. Long ago he had figured that no one would come and that nothing else existed. So he kept his back to the door. Then footsteps. This was another trick of the room.
The illusion stopped right behind him. He could almost feel the fingers that reached for him. The figure didn't speak, because the room never spoke. Before the figures could brush his neck, he went into action. He opened his blue eyes and stood up in one swift movement. Quickly, he threw himself at the intruder. Within seconds his opponent was against the wall with hand's at his throat.
He finally got a good look at his intruders. To be honest he was a bit surprised at the result. The one that had came to get his attention was about eighteen with spiked brown hair and deep blue eyes. And he knew those eyes much too well. Especially when he had looked at them in a mirror way too many times. At least what his memories allowed him to remember. He then glanced at the other. At first there was no recognition of him. Silvery locks and more deep blue eyes. The impostor. Did he ever get his name? Oh well, it didn't matter.
"What do you want Sora? What more do you want to take away from me?"His voice was high and defensive. Out of all the people in the worlds Sora was the last person he wanted to see. He was quiet disappointed actually. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the impostor take out his weapon, a long blade that looked like a bat's wing. He squeezed Sora's throat tigher. The impostor didn't scare him anymore. He saw Sora make eye contact with his companion and then shake his head. The silver haired kid backed down, and he slackened his grip on Sora's throat.
"Roxas... Listen to me, you've been stuck here in Castle Oblivion for over a year and a half. Things have changed since Xemnas."Sora's voice was strained. He figured it was from his grip on the boy's throat. It probably was. But it could also be from the tension he had thrown into his face.
He blinked. Roxas. That was his name right? Sora said his name. It had been so long since he had heard it, he had forgotten he even had one. Roxas...
"Roxas... I'm not here to make things between us more complicated. I need you to here me out."Sora's voice broke into his thoughts. He wanted to shank Sora in the guts, or to throw him off an imaginary cliff or something. Or better yet! Throw him off the top tower of Castle Oblivion. He would do it too. But if Sora needed help from him, there must be something terribly wrong. For a moment he was quiet. He thought about what could have happened. What could be so bad that Sora had to find his other half to help him out. Not to mention the real Roxas was back inside him. So then, was he merely a memory? Well It didn't matter.
"What did you do this time, Keyblader?"Roxas asked indignantly as he pulled his hand away from Sora's throat.
"Ouch..."Snickered Silverhair. Sora glared at him and the boy shrugged. Then Sora turned back to Roxas to explain the situation.
"First off, Roxas, it wasn't my fault. Second, we can't do this without you."he glanced at Silverhair as if they had been rehearsing this section and now that he was forced to say it he wasn't sure if it sounded right. Roxas let out an exasperated sigh just to show how impatient he was.
"You have one minute Sora. What do you need me for?"At his words Sora blushed in slight annoyance when he realized that Roxas wasn't that interested. So he used a small but effective explanation.
"The organization is back with a new leader. We need someone on the inside who know's the place." Roxas knit his eyebrows, but other then that his expression stayed generally blank. It was if he was asking, "so what?" Sora sighed with frustration and continued just a bit. "If we can get you on the inside of the Organization to send us information about them, then maybe we'll have a better chance on taking them down."
So he wanted Roxas to spy in the organization for him. Who did Sora think he was? Why would Roxas want to spy on the Organization? He lived with them for 300+ days as family. Though most of the members weren't much of a family really, but still, it just felt wrong. Especially if Axel was still with them. No, Roxas didn't want any part of it.
He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could make a sound Silverhair stepped forward and spoke instead. "Thirty seconds left, let me try. We can make it worth your while. We already have Namine helping us out. If you can go into the organization then we can find out what they want and if we need to take them down. Not that we necessarily have to. From what we can tell your friend Axel is currently not part of them. Though we haven't seen him anywhere else so we aren't sure."
What better way to make someone do what you want them to do. Bribing. With the bribe that Roxas could probably see Namine and he wouldn't have to deal with Axel, these two figured that he would fall to his knees and beg them to take him with them. Well Roxas wasn't buying it. Not one bit.
Then he could see a look cross Sora's face and Roxas knew the world was going to crash around him. "You would be your own person Roxas. You would no longer be me. If my calculations are correct."
What? No longer be Sora. My own person? Then his eyes narrowed. "You forgot one simple detail Sora. I'm still a nobody. I have no future and I have no feelings."
"You have no feelings? Really?"
Roxas wanted to slap him. Did he honestly believe that? Was he really asking that question or was he just being a smart aleck? Either way Roxas wanted very much to stick him in a hole and burry him.
"Are you very sure that you have no feelings Roxas? Cause you look like your angry to me."
Then he blinked. He had been trapped in this white prison for so long that he hadn't noticed how much anger had built up inside of him. How much hatred and fear. Oh... man, I have to get out. I have to throw away these hateful...Was it hate? He had never felt before. Was it hate?
"Honestly, I don't think your a nobody. I don't know how to explain it, but your not a nobody. I'll find a way to explain it to you later. Right now, we need to get you out. Are you ready to go?"
Ohkay, there he went again, just assuming that Roxas would follow him just because he saved the universe a couple times. Roxas had saved SORA too many times. He hadn't even tried to save the universe. Nope. Not even once. He saved Twilight town... maybe, from... something. He couldn't remember, but he didn't blame himself for not caring.
"Sorry Sora, I'm done being used like your own personal slave."
Silverhair sighed. "We didn't want to tell you until later, but Twilight town has become overrun with heartless. It got so bad that we had to evacuate the entire world to Radiant gardens."
Roxas stopped mid-stride. His home... Twilight Town was destroyed? No... It was overrun with heartless. Those little bastards. He closed his eyes in shame. Roxas... you are Sora. You should have the need to help people who are in trouble. More then you lived in Twilight Town. Maybe I can get the world back to the Light As a side mission. Then he side and turned back to Sora and Silverhair. "Alright, I'll go with you under one condition."
Sora glanced worriedly at his companion. "And what would that be?"
Roxas moved forward and pushed his face into Sora's. "I get to be my own person."
Sora opened his mouth to respond. His expression was a bit irritated and both watchers misinterpreted the reason. Silverhair saw it and immediately took over the conversation. "Of course Roxas, you will be your own. No one will have control over you and no one will bare your name. Right Sora?"
Sora glared at his friend, but nodded anyway. There wasn't much he could do anyway. Roxas studied his expression again. Something was really bothering the young leader. Something really heavy and testy. Sora never really got frustrated. Roxas had that emotion more then Sora did. Not to mention the kid normally only had frustration with his enemies. Not his friends, unless they were being complete and utter jerks. Of course Roxas was kinda being a jerk, but could they blame him? He had been stuck in a white room for... Who knows HOW long.
"Coming Roxas?" Roxas looked up at Sora, who was now halfway out the door with Silverhair already out the door. He had been thinking a bit too actively. Not like it was choice though. He had nothing better to do. So he lifted his head and nodded as he followed them out the door.
The moment he took a step out the door a wave of nausea hit him like a 10,000 pound train with five other cars behind it at full speed. The world around him spun like a top and he couldn't keep himself standing more then 5 seconds. He hit the ground hard but felt like he was under water without the knowledge of which way was up. His mind was so cloudy that he couldn't wrap around any thoughts even thoughts that he was going to die.
It wasn't long before he lost all consciousness. A black wall shadowed and haunted his mind behind a great flash of light. Then a void in between the two where nothing was black and nothing was white. It beckoned to him with a soothing whisper and he followed it, loosing all sense of the world around him.
So... Roxas blanks out. The first chapter. xD Yippie! Send me reviews and Crit. If you think Something doesn't seem right, let me know. Should I change something? Let me know. Also If it seems a little cliche, (I haven't read any of the resent KH stories, which I should.) Let me know.
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