LoveLust 1

Chapter 1

Hollow Bastion's streets were bustling. Everyone seemed to be up and about. The sun was shining and everything seemed perfect. But oh how it wasn't. Everyone chatted merrily, portraying that of a good neighbor. Acting like the recent heartless attacks were nothing.

But they ruined my life. Thought a girl with long purple hair that reached down her shoulder blades. She had stunning yellow eyes. Her body was lithe and thin, and she seemed to move about the shadows of the day. She seemed distant to all the other people of Hollow Bastion. The beautiful young woman scoffed as she kept walking.

She didn't belong here. Amongst them anymore. They could hardly recognize her as someone they knew. Her heart no longer beat in her chest. She was no longer the person she used to be. Scattered memories of a shattered human body. Her heart was taken from her and she stood walking around the middle of the day, in the middle of Hollow Bastion looking for something. She didn't know what… she would know when she found it.

People in the shops looked at her and gave her cold looks and suspicious stares, as though she would walk in the place and steal something. The girl wore a pair of lace up leather boots that went about calf high. She wore a simple form fitting dress, black. Her hair was pushed out of her face with a music note shaped burette.

Ever since the heartless attacked… ever since they took her heart, and made her this unfeeling monster, she could do things she never could before. She heard things that shouldn't be heard by humans. It scared her at first, but she got over it. She didn't have the heart to care.

When she awoke after the attack, everything was different. It was like being born again, everything was new. Hearing, seeing, feeling, and not feeling. She knew she no longer existed; she was living a non existence, and in her empty body she knew this. She knew this as she walked the streets and heard everyone's beating hearts, heard them inside her empty and hollow body.

She flipped her hair out of the way. She was getting frustrated with her thoughts. She was no longer who she once was. She was no longer Lala. Her name no longer felt right when she said it, when she referred to herself. She made a sharp turn and ended up at the Bailey.

Wherever you turned there was work being done to the city to repair it. Reconstruction disturbed the city, so some places where blocked off. As she entered the Bailey she looked out at the castle that occupied the fields. Her mind drifted to music. When she woke up that's what was truly different.

Her voice. It had an element that distorted the air around people. When she sang it made illusions or people feel a different way. It was strange to her, so she never talked. She didn't want to talk until she was ready. Her thoughts drifted.

Her thoughts were interrupted as a black sphere like portal opened, with swirling wisps of dark blue and violet tendrils. She turned un phased to see the form walk through. Clad in a black leather cloak, that showed of their toned muscles. Her cold yellow eyes rested on the obvious male figure. A delicate purple eyebrow rose.

He walked forward interrupting her personal space. Her body tensed in reaction. He stopped walking towards her as he saw her reaction and raised a hand as if to say he wasn't going to hurt her.

"Hello, Lala." Her head whipped around, that got her attention. A questioning look spread across her face.

"I know your confused, but if you come with me I can answer all of your questions." His voice was deep, rumbling like thunder, commanding your attention. She turned her body away as thought the conversation bored her. She started to walk away when the leather clad man gently grabbed her upper arm and spun her around.

"We can help you, Lala." She shook her head and glared at him. He sounded convincing. She wanted to hear his soothing voice some more, but who was this guy to think he knew anything about her. Lala didn't feel like her name anymore. And she didn't want to say anything; the sound of her voice still stunned her own ears. She shook his grip off.

"Don't call me Lala, it no longer is my name." her voice came out like a sirens song, resounding on everything with a lyrical quality that no musical instrument, no matter how combined, could replicate. The leather clad man's grip on her arm slackened as he became disoriented by her voice. She pushed his heavily muscled body off of her.

She started walking away, then stopped and turned around.

"There is nothing you can offer me." She left him dazed and confused, standing there unable to grasp the power of her voice.

Lala quickly walked down to the busy streets of Hollow Bastion. Bodies crushed together around the shops, but always seemed to leave room for her. As if she was a disease. She noticed that humans pick up the vibe that she no longer is one. Her face saddened as a fragment of a memory swept through her mind.

Emotions for her were like things just out of reach, things you knew were there, you could see them, you just couldn't hold on to them and feel them. Yet she did, she still inside her mind refused to believe that she couldn't not feel. And what was wrong with that man, he was so strange with his offer.

As Lala made her way to the outskirts of the city, the sun was high in the sky, noontime. She sighed, this world felt so wrong, but she didn't know what to do. She didn't know that man; she didn't know the extent of his offer. She hummed quietly to herself, relaxing to the sound of her voice, when she hears a familiar portal open behind her. In her peripheral vision black and violet smoky tendrils.

This time it wasn't only just the leather clad man with a broad muscled chest that she saw just briefly earlier, he brought reinforcements.

They all wore the same leather cloak, but all were different sizes and shapes. Not that any of them were out of shape, just different body styles. She mused at their exquisite beauty. Her eyes lightened as she turned her face towards the sun.

"Your back?" her voice mused, stretching across them like a magical spell they wafted in. they became distracted by her, she giggled slightly at this. She had the upper hand. The obvious leader whom came to see her before nodded. She decided to shush her mouth for now and listen.

"We are like you, non existent beings with no hearts." His rumbling voice stopped to see if he had caught her attention, he had. She leaned forward and crossed her arms, eyebrows raised. She noticed he waved his arm around at the others when we said we. He had brought 4 others with him.

He continued, "Nobodies, the empty shell left behind when heartless take the hearts from the bodies. Those of us whom have strong enough hearts, are most human, or so to speak. You and I are nobodies." Her pink lips moved down in a frown. She didn't know what he was getting at, nor did she care. She didn't want to be a part of whatever he was trying to sell her.

"We know how you feel, and you would be a great asset to our organization. Wouldn't you want to feel whole again? That's the entire goal of Organization XIII, to find hearts to fill our empty carcasses." He said it with such pride and glee, it made her shudder. But the sound of having a beating heart again sounded nice. She pondered. And they awaited her answer.

"No." was all her siren's voice would allow as she shook her head. And turned to walk away. All five of them, the Organization members tensed.

"We tried to play fair but you are too valuable to let slide, Lala, so you will be coming with us and you will serve our cause, there is no other option." His voice filled with a rage that shook her to the bone with memories of fear. Her eyes widened with the realization that they weren't going to let her walk away.

The four others that came with the leader summoned weapons from what seemed to be the darkness. One man summoned a pink and green scythe that seemed wicked sharp and scary, another a lexicon, or dictionary, another summoned a shit load of nasty looking lances that floated in the air, and the last summoned two guns of some kind with different types of bullets that looked like diamonds. Lala backed away, almost loosing her footing.

"Just come with us nicely and you won't get hurt." His promise was hollow and more a threat. He held out his thick gloved hand. She shook her head, her purple hair spinning around her. She glared with her fierce yellow eyes. A low resounding sound came from her chest, the earth shook beneath them, and before they knew it, the earth swallowed them up.

Lala extended her hand and summoned a portal, to where she didn't know, she just had to get away. As she ran to the portal and walked through the darkness surrounded her with a comfortable feeling of safety.

As she came out the other side, it was light outside. She was on the other side of Hollow Bastion, towards the battle fields. She fell to the ground when she hit solid earth. She made the earth shake and do her will. The thought scared her yet felt so natural. She lay down on her back, her dress riding up and exposing more than she is used to, but she didn't care.

Sleep soon consumed her.

Her sleep was restless. The numbing darkness consumed her, and that's all she saw. And that's all she felt.

The next thing she knew when she woke up was that it was dark. She lay in the field curled in a ball in the darkness. She stumbled to stand up. The moon gleaming bright, illuminating all that she needed to see to make it back to Hollow Bastion. They stars glistened as well, calling her.

As she slowly walked back, mind racing, that familiar portal of darkness opened in front of her. Out walked the leather clad man, the one from earlier.

Annoyance registered on her face, he was so persistent. She stopped walking to glare at him. They emptiness inside her raged with a fury she didn't know she could feel.

"I have come with one last offer." He proclaimed in this thundering voice, "we will fight tonight; if you defeat me you shall be set free, the Organization will no longer follow you, but if I defeat you, you find yourself a home amongst my ranks as number XIV."

Lala sat their and pondered this decision, it wasn't that she didn't want to go with him; she just didn't know him, or anything about the Organization. She hardly knew herself, she was a separate being from who she once was, she knew that, but did she want to be number XIV. Maybe she could find somewhere where she belonged. She nodded her head and stiffened her body into a fighting stance.

He summoned to his grip two glowing sabers of energy, of nothingness. From the darkness she summoned her own weapons of choice. She summoned two scythe blades, about 16 inches in handle length and a foot of deadly blade. The handle was carved of ivory, dangling with two tassels of music notes. The handle was also carved with intricate designs, and hollow, so when swung fast enough it made a deathly lyrical noise.

They stood there, staring at each other. Lala wanted to see his face. She wanted to look into his eyes and see what he was thinking. She could only vaguely pick up shattered memory fragments from him. She lunged forward before he realized what she was doing, she hit him the hilt of her blades, causing him to lose his breath. He flung backwards but quickly recovered.

He soon matched her blows, his were powerful, but hers were quicker. For the most part they were evenly matched. For the most part. Lala had an extra card up her sleeve, but didn't want to use it until she knew she couldn't defeat him. His sabers came flying at her, but her lithe body dodged them with ease. Parrying the blows, she cut up his leather cloak across the chest and arms.

He grunted with anger. Their fight was silent; they didn't speak to one another. They stopped their rapid fire attacks, she slumped forward, exhaustion wrapping around her body, panting heavily. Then she looked up and saw he was off guard. She summoned the earth around his feet to hold him in place and mirthfully landed a blow to his chest with a kick, then flipped around and landed one to the side of his jaw, sending him flying to the ground.

She felt his rage flair, his energy grow with the effort. He lunged forward and broke her guard sending her flying to the grand on her back. She landed with'oof'. Her body splayed out, her twin scythe blades lay off to the side a few feet. Her body breathless with the blow. He landed on her, knees of either side of her hips. He leaned down; she could practically see the yellow of his eyes.

"I win." His cocky voice resounded in her spinning head. She wasn't defenseless. Before he knew what happened he was flung off of her. Landed on his knees. Shock on his features, but she didn't need to see his face to know it. Her voice came out like a hypnotic spell, the earth rumbled around them with the sound of her voice, as if to say it was ecstatic to hear it once again.

She could feel his mind spinning and reeling with the effort to stay in control. He stumbled as if the world rattled around in front of his eyes. He was no longer really attached to the world. In a world that her voice made him see. She laughed in her head, a sad laugh as she kept singing and ran him down his back with her scythe blade before kicking him in the back of the skull, landing him face first into his dirt.

She opened a random portal and kicked him through it, not really caring where she sent him. It would be one hell of a miracle if he lived, but then again he had his Organization XIII to watch out for him. She then opened a portal for herself, falling through it as the ability to hold herself up became impossible. As she fell through the darkness and tendrils, she fell on a soft bed of someone in whom she knew before she lost her heart. Her body was consumed by sleep before she could take the time to clean her bloody and battered body. As her eyes closed, she saw through her lashes a blurry man with blonde spiky hair, walk in. Before anything else, she felt a wave of his shock roll over her skin. Strong, and unable to react she fell asleep.

EEEEND. For now. So what do you think?