Chapter Zero: Introduction
"Pitiful Heartless, mindlessly collecting hearts. The rage of the Keyblade releases those hearts... They gather in darkness, masterless and free... Until they weave together to make... Kingdom Hearts. And when that time comes, we can truly, finally exist."
Isolated... Gone. Absolutely gone. Lost in the shallow pool... Spiraling into nothingness. Nothing left, nothing to regain. The final cards has been played, but why? Should it not end here? Quiet, something... I hear something. But it's changed, it's... It's just a rekindled flame. What? How? Shouldn't the cold consume it? The water, it shifts brilliantly. But why?! Time doesn't stop! Flowers keep blooming... Lightning strikes, another flame is born...
Light. It seeks the darkness, to destroy it, to rekindle the broken flame. It gives purpose, it gives... Space. Why does time repeat, though it gives space? The wind shifts direction, you can no longer see the flowers. The earth cannot stand it. It brings itself up, much stronger and powerful... the illusions, they cross your mind. Why? The moon hits the dawn, as if fighting the sun. Why?
A name... It gives meaning, meaning! Meaning... That they will never have. They? Who's they, you ask?
Why do you want to know? It's none of your business...
Gusting Darkness
"What was that?" the cold asked, it swerved around. The bright lights of the skyscraper burned through the eyes. There was a single body on top, one that moved like a person. Though everything else felt slow and frozen, there was just that one figure, a figure, just a figure. What it was, unclear at this time. It was like a body, like a moving body. A living figure.
It dropped. Falling on its feet at the bottom. It faced the cold darkly. A single swish. A blade appeared in its hand. "What are you doing here?!" the figure asked, darkly. It was none of the figure's concern, maybe the cold lived here.
"None of your concern," the cold replied, as darkly in retaliation.
The figure itself dashed forward into the cold. It slashed and stabbed and tore, but nothing... The cold replied. Shoving its elbow into the figure. At a clearer glance...
A black coat, one oversized, almost. A hood down, covering the figure's face. It wasn't a figure anymore, it was actually a person. It looked like a man or boy by its structure, but the cold wasn't sure. The voice wasn't familiar, nor was it helpful.
Slash. The cold cut across the coat, swerving its arms around. It now wasn't cold, nor was it ever, it was a person, also. A sword was in its hand, though it shined with blue and silver lining against the light. The light, bright and consuming...
"No! No!" the struck person screamed. Static, going through the person's head. Dead memories, dead... It fell to the floor, striked it. "No... No... No, dammit!" another scream, it came...
Into nothingness...
"No, it hasn't happened, yet, sir."
A room. A giant room, 13 chairs situated around. Each in different heights, but they were all tall. In the middle, a platform, with a sign on it. The highest chair... A person was situated on it. The second highest, another person. Both in black coats, with their hoods comepletely on. They seemed to look at each other as they spoke.
"Then our operations are not going smoothly... It has not come out the way I had planned," the tallest one said, looking across him. Another chair, only lower. The lowest, in fact.
"But we could always awaken him, so that he could do twice the work," the second one replied, looking towards its "sir". He sat with pride, though his face was concealed.
"No, not yet. He needs to rest, we can't wake him up too early, our plans would be destroyed... His memories needs to be erased, first."
And thus, the story begins.