Chapter I: Awakening
Kyurg's eyes flashed open. Something had awoken him from his slumber; he sensed that a powerful presence had disappeared not too long ago.
Xemnas had been defeated.
As he became more aware of his surroundings, he realized what kind of state this world, if you could call it that, was in. The castle was gone; all that stood was a fading replica of Kingdom Hearts, and it was slowly disintegrating. The city around him was still as dark as ever, and the eternal rain had not ceased.
He stood from his crouched position and walked slowly toward the edge of the building. Memory's Skyscraper was quite tall, and the city was easily viewable from the top. Kyurg stepped up to the edge of the building and looked down.
Not too far of a drop, he thought.
He then leapt off of the skyscraper and fell. Due to his mass, Kyrug fell fairly quickly. When he hit the ground, the Nobodies that were at the base of the building were knocked back by the force of his landing. The weaker Dusks perished instantly, but there were a few Samurai and Berserkers left, and when they saw Kyrug, they hesitated in attacking for only a moment to analyze this being.
Kyurg was very tall, roughly the height of Jack Skellington. Black combat boots covered his feet and ankles. Long, black leather gloves embraced his hands and arms, although they looked ready to break due to his hulking frame. His torso and legs held his pitch black armor, which radiated pure darkness. Five white belt chains were wrapped around his chest and stomach, and a long, torn, dark maroon cape rested on his shoulders and ended at his calves.
Despite these features, his most recognizable asset was his head. His neck was covered by the cape, although barely due to the thinness of the fabric. His head was covered in scars, including a long one visible from his left eyebrow to the top of his head, only visible due to his buzzcut hair. His mouth and nose were covered in a black breathing apparatus that resembled a doctor's mask. And even though all of these features would be intimidating, his eyes were the most astounding part of him. Dark, crimson irises blazed to those who looked into them, and were easily visible from anywhere.
His voice was similar to Ansem's; slightly deeper, but not as resonant. His voice was grittier, with a rumble beneath it that startled those who hadn't heard it.
Kyurg looked at the Nobodies that were studying him, preparing to attack.
I won't need my weapons for this.
One Samurai leapt at him, two swords extended. Kyurg easily dodged the attack and grabbed the Samurai by the leg. Using his immense strength, he threw the creature at the base of the skyscraper and it went crashing through. The building, now unstable, began to topple in his general direction. As it fell, the Nobodies attacked him in a fury. Using his agility, Kyurg effortlessly dodged their assaults and waited. Once the building was almost upon them, he leapt out of the way and watched as the Nobodies could only accept their fate and stand there as the construction destroyed them.
Kyurg looked at the building, now a pile of rubble and stone, and walked away. As he made his way towards the Alley to Between, the Heartless dare not attack. They stayed away and watched as their former king stepped into the portal.
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"This is boooring!"
Hayner had been sitting in the Sandlot, waiting for Olette and Pence to show up. They were going to practice for the upcoming Struggle tournament, and Hayner was predicted to be third seed.
This was unacceptable to him.
He looked up at the clock tower and began to fume. They were five minutes late.
"Hey pipsqueak, I'll keep you busy."
Hayner looked to his left and saw Seifer and Vivi approach him. Seifer had a Struggle sword in his hand, as did Vivi. He walked right up to Hayner and pointed the weapon at him.
"What's it gonna be?"
Hayner looked around for Pence and Olette, but they weren't there. He knew that he could beat Seifer if he had more training, but at this point he wouldn't have much of a chance.
"Gimme that," he yelled at Vivi, "you'll be sorry!"
Vivi handed the sword to Hayner and moved out of the way. Seifer stood pointing his weapon at Hayner, waving it slightly. Hayner crouched and began to bounce, ready for Seifer's first move.
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After walking through the woods, Kyurg ended up in Tram Common. He slowly walked toward the Sandlot, which contained a shortcut to his destination.
As he walked, Kyurg thought of what he will do once he reached his home. All he knows is that he will find his purpose there, deep in his own thoughts. And once he finds that purpose, he will do whatever it takes to accomplish it.
No matter what the cost.
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Hayner was taking a beating. Seifer had obviously trained; his attacks seemed stronger, and he was more agile than before. Hayner realized he would need more practice than he thought.
Seifer ran toward him and performed a horizontal slash that knocked the wind out of Hayner. He tried to get up, but Seifer put the sword to his neck.
"Pathetic. You shouldn't even tr-"
Seifer was interrupted by loud footsteps. He looked behind him and saw a hulking man walking toward him. Angry at the fact that he didn't know him, and that he interrupted the fight, Seifer took the Struggle sword from Hayner and ran up to the man.
"Hey! I don't think I've seen your face around here before. In case you didn't know, I run this town. And trust me, the last thing you wanna do is make me angry. I guess we're just gonna have to settle this with these!"
Seifer threw the sword at Kyrug's feet, and Kyurg looked down at the play weapon in front of him.
"Come on!" Seifer yelled as he charged at Kyurg. He went for a slash at his head, but Kyurg crouched quickly. He spun and kicked Seifer's legs, toppling him face forward. Then, he grabbed the sword and hit Seifer's jaw using an upper slash.
Hard.
Seifer flipped in the air and landed on his back. He managed to lift his head just enough to see Kyurg approach him, his sword tightly gripped and a look of intense anger on his face.
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After being gone for so long, the king had forgotten about all of the daily duties he had to attend to at Disney Castle. Sitting in the library at his desk was tiring, and his mound of paperwork was astoundingly tall. Seeing that his inkwell was running low, he decided to send a mop for some more ink. In the meantime, Mickey decided to take a stroll through the castle grounds, eventually ending up in the Audience Chamber.
"Oh boy, do I miss my chair!" Mickey thought out loud as he made his way towards the throne, which now blocked off the hallway where the Cornerstone was. He walked across the chamber and sat down, finally resting for a moment. He closed his eyes…
"YOUR MAJESTY!"
The King was so startled he fell out of his chair. He looked up and saw Donald Duck, his court magician, running across the chamber at full speed. Puzzled, the king stood and walked toward him.
"YOUR MAJESTY! SOMETHING IS WRONG!" Donald cried.
"Donald, stop! Calm down pal."
Donald stopped sprinting and caught his breath. "Twilight Town… trouble…" Donald choked out.
"Whadaya mean?" Mickey inquired.
"There's been some kind of trouble in Twilight Town. One of the guys was attacked by a strange man in dark clothes."
The king's expression changed in an instant, from curiosity to concern. Organization XIII was defeated, who else could be causing trouble in other worlds?
"Get Goofy. We got some work to do." Mickey said. He marched past Donald with a serious look on his face. Donald just stood, wondering what kind of trouble they were about to encounter.
~~end chapter I