A/N: Here will be a revised edition of the story. Hope it's just as good.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, save for the Darkheart Keyblade
Prologue
BOOM!
A sickening, loud crash echoed everywhere in the endless realm of darkness. Mixed into the skies was dark purplish black, pure ebony black, and icy blue with a touch of ruby red. Many mortals called it 'Limbo', the realm between the living and the dead. In reality, it was the true origin of the Heartless. The one who had crashed onto the ground, slowly stood up to survey his surroundings. The shadowy black mists parted to reveal a rather handsome eighteen year old boy.
Shoulder length, thick spiky cinnamon hair framed the delicate face as large pale blue eyes peered around for any incoming attacks. With his naturally light skin, the boy looked to be a fallen angel. He wore a skin tight, sleeveless blood red jumpsuit that ended at his slender knees, a black trim white tee-shirt jacket, a blue leather belt around his slim waist, black soled yellow tennis shoes one size too big, and fingerless white gloves with a blue stripe down the middle and a metallic circle. Around his neck on a silver chain was a three pointed silver crown. And going from his tee-shirt jacket pocket to the pocket of his jumpsuit shorts was a second chain with three pointed silver crowns. His name?
Sora; also known as the legendary keyblade master.
Sora sighed and rubbed his arms for warmth. For four long years he had been fighting the Heartless. They were beings born from the darkness within peoples hearts. And Sora wasn't alone in this war. Two others from a world called Disney Castle, aided him on his long quest. Donald Duck the wizard and Goofy the knight.
Donald was a white duck with a height of four feet eight inches and watery blue onyx eyes. Always dressed in a dark blue zipper covered shirt, gold arm bracelets and a pale blue zipper cap, Donald was a powerful black mage and also extremely temperamental. Goofy was a tall black dog with a height of nearly six feet! He was usually seen in a green turtleneck, baggy orange pants, scruffy brown shoes, a dark wolfish black vest with two pockets in the front, and atop of his tall orange cap was a pair of brown pilot's goggles. All in all, the trio made an excellent team.
Sora rubbed the area on his chest where his heart was after a faint echo of pain shot through. Through the thick clothes, the teen could actually feel the year old starburst shape scar throb in memory of the events in Hallow Bastion. Something he could never forget. Not even an hour ago, Sora had been separated from Donald and Goofy and was now trying to locate them and all thanks to that monster Ansem.
Ansem is the creator of the Heartless. Seen as a god in his world, Ansem had destroyed his homeworld to obtain knowledge on the secrets of true darkness. Sora recalled seeing Ansem as a tall man with a lean muscular body with dark skin, waist length silver that spiked slightly at the top, and cruel red orange eyes. Ansem was last seen wearing an off white knee length jacket that showed much of his chest, no shirt, shiny black leather pants, knee high bright white boots, a white trimmed black duster, and elbow length white gloves. Ansem was truly evil.
Sora's pale blue eyes lowered to the gleaming sword in his right hand and gave a grim smile.
The hilt was of course heart-shape, but spun of pale blue gold at the beginning and ended with pale yellow gold tips. A dark blue leather handle was the grip. The blade itself was magnificent. It was two and a half feet in length, and was the color of the tropical ocean; a beautiful pale sea blue, woven from the hilt to about an inch away from the tip was pure yellow gold webbing. At the tip was a solid gold heart sticking out towards the left with four spikes shooting outward. Very much like a key. And hanging from the hilt was a delicate gold chain with a pearl white heart with a gold "x" crossing through it.
Ultima; the ultimate keyblade.
The black visor that was the Scan flew over his eyes as he was consumed by an all too familiar coldness when a group of Heartless chose to show up. He took in the data that the visor picked up from them. Twenty child size creatures surrounded them. They had large round black heads, thin black bodies, glowing yellow eyes, wiggling antennas, and razor sharp talons and claws. The other twenty didn't look too kindly either.
Small, round black heads hidden within silver helmets. On the helmet was a black swirly, a four foot dark blue body that is covered in hard armor, black claws dipped in blood.
Shadows and Soldiers.
Every Heartless that Sora had encountered over the four year period, minus the Shadows, had the same symbol where their heart should be. It was a black heart-shape mark with a thin red "x" crossing through it. It was their crest.
Sora grinned to himself. He held Ultima tightly as a golden glow wrapped around his petite body and keyblade. Sora became nothing more than a red and gold blur as he ripped through the Shadows and Soldiers like a hot knife through butter. When the last Shadow burst into dust and a crystallized heart flew away, Sora fell to his knees, slightly drained from using Ragnarok for so long.
He let out a soft hiss of pain and glanced down, wondering why his chest felt like it was on fire. His pale blue eyes narrowed slightly. Apparently, a Soldier had gotten through his defenses and slashed at his chest. Now a thick black liquid that held a strange blue sheen to it, oozed from the wound. He winced as he recalled what kind of blood he had.
Heartless blood. Yuck.
Now for Donald and Goofy. Sora tilted his head, recalling the powerful wizard's ; Merlin's, words about locating people by their aura alone.
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"...remember Sora, if you want to find someone that isn't near by, you can target in on their auras. For example, if Donald was more than six hundred feet from you, you can find him by pinpointing his aura while using your own..."
Merlin then had proceeded to tell the trio how to perform it. The important thing was you had to find your core of energy first! Without knowing about your energy core, you could not find anyone at all. By diving deep into your energy core, you can stretch it out and depending on the person's aura, it would be a different color every time.
Sora closed his eyes and felt his own power surge around him. Despite his eyes being closed, Sora could tell something was wrong with his silver aura. Woven throughout his aura was dark purplish black, ebony black, ice blue and blood red. The exact same colors of the Heartless. Could this be a painful reminder of what he did back on Hallow Bastion? For a second nothing happened, then his aura zoomed in on the closest aura. A soft serene gold. That could only mean Goofy was nearby, since the knight preferred not to fight and was more of the peaceful type. Checking again, Sora found Donald's fiery red one about ten miles from where Goofy's was.
He opened his eyes and started for Goofy. Before Sora could take a single step, a loud, familiar cry echoed in the air. "HELP!" Sora rolled his eyes. How on earth can Donald handle Goofy the way he does? Deciding that Goofy was in trouble, Sora broke out into a run and sped for the sound of Goofy's voice.
...
About ten minutes later, Sora skidded to a stop in a clearing and his eyes widen slightly. Goofy was surrounded by large balls of darkness that had wiggling antennas, glowing yellow eyes and needle point teeth, Sora knew why Goofy had called for help.
He was surrounded by Darkball's.
"FORCE!" Goofy looked up, hearing Sora casting the Graviga spell and smiled happily as every single Darkball was crushed by a ball of dark energy, slamming them to the ground. Together, the duo slammed their weapons repeatedly into the weaken Heartless. Before long, they too, burst into dust, and crystallized ruby hearts flew into the skies and vanished.
"Thanks Sora," Goofy said happily. Sora merely smiled at his friend's cheerfulness. The Keyblade master winced as he felt the wound in his chest burn and realized that it had reopened and more blood was flowing steadily down his lower body and splashing onto the ground, creating a shallow pool of the metallic liquid.
Goofy reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny vial with ruby red liquid that held a tint of gold in it, and handed it to Sora. It was marked "Megalixir". Sora smiled gratefully and swallowed the contents straight down. He grinned to himself as he felt the wound close up, the blood stopped flowing and his strength returned. "Thanks Goofy," He told the knight softly. Goofy laughed. "No need to thank me Sora!" He answered in his silly voice.
Sora concentrated for a minute and found Donald with ease. He pointed North. "He's down there by a few miles," He instructed. Goofy agreed and the two friends set out to search for their feathery friend.
As they walked, Goofy couldn't help but notice the changes in the young boy-no-Goofy corrected himself. Young man. Gone was the naive teenager, in his place stood a battle worn warrior. Goofy just prayed that the light that was the innocent child was still inside Sora and not completely gone.
"FIRAGA!" Yelled a familiar nasal voice. Sora and Goofy exchanged knowing looks. That defiantly sounded like their temperamental friend. They entered another clearing, just in time to see Donald wiping out a few remaining Shadows. Donald grumbled loudly, but when he saw the two snickering fighters, his face brighten up and he padded over to them.
"Are you guys okay?" Donald asked worriedly. "Yeah, we're fine," Sora answered softly. He stopped and tilted his head, as if he was listening to something. And this concerned the two. "Is something wrong Sora?" Goofy asked in concern. Sora frowned. It felt like something was not only tugging at his heart, but also his soul. Then Sora's eyes grew wide. Now he remembered who made him feel like this. "It's him," he said quiet. "Ansem." Donald and Goofy exchanged uneasy looks.
A year ago, Ansem had been about to open the final keyhole which would've sent every world in the outer dimensions in total darkness forever, when Sora and his friends showed up to stop him. In order for Ansem to complete his task, he needed seven princesses of hearts to open the door. One of the ones taken was a girl that was very close to Sora. Her name is Kairi.
When Kairi lost her heart, it turned out it was living within Sora's the whole time. To save Kairi, Sora sacrificed his own heart and became a heartless. It was Kairi's deep feelings for him that restored him to his human form. However, it seemed the darkness that was the Heartless never truly left him. For he was still linked to the Heartless and to their creator. Since then, Sora has had a starburst shape scar over his heart to remind him what he did that day.
Suddenly, Donald and Goofy were blasted into the trees behind them and they slumped to the ground in an unconscious heap. No! Sora's mind screamed at him.
"Hello Keymaster." Purred a rich, deep voice.
Sora slowly turned around to see the man who had been haunting his dreams for over a year.
Ansem.
Ansem gave a delighted smile as Sora backed away from him, the Scan visor was preventing the cruel man from seeing the emotions in Sora's pale blue eyes. "What did you do to my friends?!" Sora snarled. Ansem chuckled. "Do not fret dear boy. You shouldn't be worrying about them," Ansem blurred and grabbed Sora by the throat and lifted the shocked teenager into the air. "You should be worrying about how you're going to survive this."
Sora started to choke as he felt his vision fade with each passing second. Can't...breathe... He thought weakly. "LET HIM GO ANSEM!" A musical voice shrieked. Ansem grunted as something heavy slammed into him, causing him to loose his grip on the Keyblade master. Sora landed rather painfully on the ground.
Coughing, he looked up through half lidded eyes to see a familiar teen standing in front of him, arms held out protectively. The teen was about nineteen with shoulder length silver hair, creamy skin, a muscular body, and almond shape aquamarine eyes. He wore a sleeveless yellow tee-shirt that has the backside black with two leather belts forming an "x" around his neck, skin tight black shirts, puffy bright blue pants beginning at the hips which are held up by black leather belts, and ends at the knees with more black belts wrapped around the ankles, white shoes one size too big, and black wrist length gloves.
Riku; his best friend and sometimes rival.
"R-Riku?" Sora croaked. Riku glanced back, concern written in his aqua eyes but turned back to face Ansem coldly. "Stay the hell away from him," He growled threateningly. Ansem just laughed mockingly. "Do you honestly think you can beat me child?" His red orange eyes landed on Sora who was still trying to gather his wits and he gave a dangerous smile. "You're friend is the one I've been searching for. And no one, and I mean no one will stop me from destroying him." Ansem sneered.
This horrified Riku, but he stood his ground. "In order to get to Sora, you'll have to get through me first." Riku yelled. Ansem scowled and held out his right hand. "So be it." Dark energy began to cackle dangerously at his fingertips and Riku realized that over six hundred Shadows had surrounded him, preventing him from escaping. I'm sorry for failing you Sora, Riku thought sadly and closed his eyes. Waiting for his fate.
Only it never came.
Riku opened his eyes and gasped. Standing in front of him, with a smoking keyblade, stood Sora. Sora's thick hair, shadowed his eyes, preventing anyone from seeing them. Ansem was just shocked that Sora had stopped his attack from reaching Riku. That part should've been impossible. "H-How?" He stuttered.
"Heh heh." Sora cackled softly before lifting his head up. Riku, and even Ansem backed up nervously when they saw his eyes. They were no longer a unique shade of pale blue.
But that of ruby red.
Sora's skin had turned a few shades lighter and his hair a shade darker. As he smiled, two little fangs peeked over his lower lips, and eerie purplish black mists seemed to rise from his skin. Ansem's eyes traveled downward where Ultima lied. And saw that it too had changed. Where it was blue, it was black. And where it had been gold it was blood red. The white heart became the heartless crest instead.
"The Darkheart Keyblade {1}," Rasped Sora's voice. It was much lower than before. Riku shivered and stepped back in fear. Sora, what's happened to you? He wondered fearfully. Sora gripped the Darkheart Keyblade and lunged forward and brought the weapon down in an arc.
That was when red lightning shot down from the skies and ripped through the Shadows. Each one bursting into dust and a crystallized ruby heart flying away. Sora hadn't even broken out into a sweat. Is this the true power of the Keyblade? Ansem wondered, eyeing Sora warily. Sora saw the uneasiness in Ansem's eyes and smirked. "What's the matter Ansem? Don't you even recognize me?" He purred. Ansem's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about brat?" He snapped. Sora's smile grew wider and more twisted. "I'm surprise you do not recognize what you had created a year ago."
Riku froze.
A year ago was when Sora sacrificed his heart for Kairi. Could this be the actual darkness that spawned from that day? Riku took one look at Sora's face and he realized his theory was correct. This just had to be the Heartless that dwelled deep within Sora's heart and soul. And judging by the look on Ansem's face, the dark lord had figured it out as well.
Hellish red eyes locked onto terrified aquamarine.
Something stirred deep within Sora and his eyes kept flashing from red to pale blue and back again. With a soft cry of pain, he clutched his head and fell to one knee, breathing heavily. After a heavy pause, he stood up. His hair and skin was back to their normal color as was Ultima. When Sora glanced towards Riku again, the older teen was relieved that Sora's eyes was once again their normal pale blue color.
Sora was confused. What had happened to the Shadows that was around Riku? And why on Earth did he have a huge headache? Ansem was now furious that Sora had taken out his army and had prevented him from killing Riku.
The Scan visor activated not a second too soon, when both teens felt an overwhelming sense of coldness. Sora looked up sharply to see Ansem slowly gathering energy in his right hand. Dark bolts of energy cackled at his fingertips. Ansem grinned evilly at the two friends. "Say goodbye." And fired. "Nooooooooo!" Riku howled, seeing the blast of energy heading right for Sora. The Keyblade Master closed his eyes, bracing for the impact.
Only it never came.
Sora opened his eyes and looked around in awe. Ansem stood there, his grin frozen on his face with his right hand outstretched towards him. Riku had one hand stretched out and his mouth was open in a silent scream. But neither of the two were moving. It was as if time had been stopped. "Wha-? How?" He stuttered. {Simple Keymaster. We chose to stop time.} Said a familiar echoing voice.
Sora's eyes narrowed angrily. Oh, he knew that voice very well. It was the same voice from his dream that started this whole trip against the Heartless four years ago. "Do you have any idea what I went through these past four years?!" He snapped.
{Yes. We have been watching you since the day we knew you were the one.} Sora frowned. The one? Could they be talking about the Keyblade? He voiced this out loud. The voice, (or was it voices?) chuckled softly. {Yes and no.} Sora let out an angry growl. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?!
{You're Destiny had already been laid out before you were even born. Before the Heartless even existed you were already chosen for great things.} The voice said soothingly. Okay, now he was officially confused. "What do you mean by that?" He questioned curiously. {Little one, you always knew you had never fit in at Destiny Islands. Did you not?} Sora tensed, recalling all the times he felt awkward and alone on the tropical paradise. Even though he had friends and people who cared about him, it never quiet filled the empty hole he felt in his heart.
"Yes," he admitted sadly. {That, child, is because you are not from Destiny Islands at all.} This shocked Sora. He was from another world like Kairi was from Hallow Bastion? The voice laughed gently. {You and the one you call Kairi are not far from being different. She is a princess of heart. And there can only be one prince of heart.} Sora turned a rosy pink. "If I'm not from Destiny Islands, then where is my home world?" He asked softly.
{A world that is far more majestic than Hallow Bastion and far more beautiful than Destiny Islands. Your world is the world where the Heartless truly came.} Sora stopped. "And is my world still there?" He asked hopefully. {No. Your world is in ruins. Only you can restore it to its rightful glory.} Sora frowned. "Am I to have peace after Ansem is gone?" He asked after awhile. {No. There is another world in need of your protection. Once we start time back up you will be instantly transported to that world. And you will only keep the Kingdom Keyblade. And do not worry for we will be there to guide you...}Sora watched as time restarted itself back up, and waited for his destiny to continue.
Riku watched in horror as the beam of dark energy rapidly headed for the unsuspecting Sora. The blast collided and black mist and smoke flew everywhere, blinding both Ansem and Riku. Ansem's grin faded when the smoke finally cleared. And Riku saw why.
A thin silvery aura had flared all around Sora, protecting him from the attack. But Ansem recognized the Heartless colors woven through the powerful aura. He growled. Sora's pale blue eyes were emotionless as he glared at the older man. Riku felt his fear start back up in his heart as he saw that Sora was flickering in and out. "Sora!" He cried.
Sora shot Riku one last sad look before his body was completely digitized. "No," Riku whispered, silvery tears running down his cheeks. His best friend was gone. And probably gone for good. However, Riku was still left with an unconscious Donald and Goofy as well as an enraged Ansem.
Where are you Sora?
Where indeed.
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There was a game with spinning tops that people of all sizes and ages played called Beyblade. Every now and then, an ancient spirit called a Bit Beast would attach itself to the beyblade and bond with humans. Only it didn't happen that often as Bit Beasts tend to distrust the human kind. A destiny was being woven and it would begin in a secluded village in Beijing China.
"Ha! Looks like I won again Mariah!" Boasted a five year old boy. He had shaggy dark greyish black hair, dark brown skin and warm maroon eyes that would slit sometimes. He wore a sleeveless grey tee-shirt, grey shorts and of course tan sandals. His name was Lee.
"No fair Lee," grumbled a five year old girl as she picked up her fallen pink beyblade. Like Lee, she too was five and into beyblading. She had long bright pink hair that was tied in a ponytail with a ribbon making it look like she had cat ears, medium tan skin and very friendly chocolate eyes that would also sometimes slit when she got mad. She wore a sleeveless white tee-shirt, white shorts and tan sandals. She glared at the other two snickering boys. Four year old Kevin and six year old Gary.
Kevin had short, messy dark green hair that was tied back, light skin and mischievous violet eyes. He usually wore a pale blue tee-shirt, dark blue shorts and brown boots. Gary was a bit taller than Mariah and loved eating. He had a mohawk hair the same shade as Lee's hair, though no one knew what eye color he had. He always wore a dark green overalls and black boots.
Together the four were the fierce White Tiger team. No one could beat them because they were too fast and strong for their opponents. Gary stopped laughing and glanced towards the skies to see it turning a rosy red with pink hues. The sun was setting. "C'mon you guys. It's getting late," he told them. Mariah looked up and realized that Gary, for once was right. "He's right. Our parents will be worried," she said cheerfully. Lee's eyes were sharper than Kevin and Gary's, and as he looked to the skies, his skin turned an ashy grey. "What is it Lee?" Mariah asked in alarm.
"THAT!" He yelped, pointing frantically.
Three pairs of eyes swirled upward to the reddish skies and gasped. Tiny balls of white light was falling from the skies and crashing into the ground. What Lee had originally spotted was a bigger object and crashed to the ground in front of them.
CRASH
Kevin winced. That was loud enough to wake the dead. The impact had actually left behind a shallow crater. Wisps of white smoke rose from the hole. They peeked over the edge, there was just enough light to make out the features of a small boy about eight years old.
Silky black hair that was up in a wild style with a small ponytail framed delicate Asian features, and medium tan skin. Gary saw that the boy only wore a white tee-shirt, bright blue shirts, flat black shoes and that the headband around his head held a yin-yang symbol on it. The boy groaned and opened his eyes. Bright yellow eyes was looking right up at them. The boy froze and was watching them with wary eyes. "Hey, let us help you out of there," Lee called down. The boy waited while Gary easily lifted him up to safety. "Thanks." The boy had a soft, husky voice.
"No prob. My name's Lee, and these are my friends. Mariah, Kevin and Gary," He pointed them out, watching the cat like boy carefully. He seemed harmless enough. "What's your name?" Kevin asked curiously.
The boy stopped, and panic was easily seen in his yellow eyes. "I-I don't remember." He stammered. Mariah felt sorry and went up to the boy and hugged him tightly. The boy grew pink at the gesture. "Then we should name you. What do you guys think?" She asked her friends. "How about Rei? {2}" Lee suggested. "Okay. We're gonna call you Rei." Mariah said cheerfully. The newly christened Rei smiled shyly, revealing two tiny fangs. "I like it." He said shyly. "Do you like Beyblade?" Lee asked eagerly.
Rei titled his head curiously. "What is Beyblade?" He questioned. The White Tigers stared at him in utter shock. Rei shifted, growing uncomfortable with their staring. "What?" He asked hotly. "Okay, you need a major lesson in Beyblade." Rei listened closely and he did not realize it at the time, but he was being accepted into the villages as well as their world. It wouldn't be long until the Keyblade Master would be needed again.
Soon the beginning of the end will begin.
Okay, that's it for the prologue, only some words had been added, otherwise it's still the same as before.
1) Darkheart Keyblade = The Evil version of Ultima
2) Rei Kon = Spiritual Soul
Let me know what you think!