Author's note: Also, known as the disclaimer, this is where I say that I do not own anything from Kingdom Hearts, or SquareEnix, or any of the like. I would also like to put here, the inspiration for this story. There is a moment in Kingdom Hearts II, after the fight with a thousand Heartless, where Sora encounters Saix. During that encounter, Saix mentions something to the effect of "The Heartless side with whoever is the strongest." That's about it. That one line conjured up a vast majority of this.
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Green eyes stared straight ahead, cutting through the air with intense hatred for what they saw. Shorter black hair fell just above them, visibly dripping with sweat. The face that went with both was nearly clean shaven, save for a small strip on the chin. There were a few scars here and there, but they were small. Below the face was a bare chest, a strange design slightly marring the skin. The faint insignia appeared to be a faded heart, colored black, and with an elongated point, off of which two barbs stemmed. In the middle of the heart was a red 'X'. It seemed as if the design had either been there for a long time, and was now fading, or was starting to appear. The truth was closer to the later.
Two hands, one of them wrapped in black cloth, pulled a black button up shirt over the bare chest, slipping the ceramic buttons into their respective holes. Below the shirt was a pair of loose fitting, black jeans that sat comfortably on the hips, and slightly bunched up above white shoes. A silver chain hangs from the front, right belt loop and connected to a wallet in the back pocket after dipping down between the knee and the ankle.
Those green eyes shut tightly, a single tear rolling down the cheek as a bare fist slammed into the face that held them. Glass shattered, and the person within it now fell to the ground in fragments. The fist retracted, shard of glass embedded into it in various places. In other spots, gashes had been torn, letting crimson leak through, only to have gravity pluck it from the knuckles and collide it with the floor next to a foot encased in reflective glass.
I didn't care. Let it bleed. Maybe it'd do me some good. I turned around, my back facing a now broken mirror as I looked out of the small window in the wall. The moon was just beyond it. Yet, which moon was it? What world was this? All I knew for sure was the attic I now called home, and the empty shop it sat on top of. I suppose I knew my past, as well. That didn't mean much though. My past was only a mistake, and one of astronomical proportions. I had doomed us all. And now, I was the enemy. Some days, I wondered why I didn't just let Riku and Kairi finish me off.
I walked over and sat on my bed, watching my pulse crash down on the wooden floor boards. He had told me once, that they followed whoever was the strongest. Well, that's what he'd been told anyway, and what he'd pass on to me. If that was the case, I'd rather not be that person anymore. I held out the hand encased in black fabric, a bright flash emanating forward from it. The Keyblade known as Gaia's Torment shot forth from it. I stared at it, trying to pull the answers from it. They never came.
I got up, made my way down the steps, and into the small store below my room. I made my way out from behind the counter where the collapsible staircase ended, and toward the door. Something in my stomach turned as I pushed through the metal frame that had lost its glass long ago. I stood before a sea of black and white. Billions of Heartless and Nobodies had gathered here, waiting for my command.
My name is Hugo Ferras. I am from the world that I once called Earth. This is my story.