Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own Kingdom Hearts, its sequels or its characters.
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"Is this...Am I doing the right thing?"
Slowly it slid, the metal edge cutting open tender flesh, opening a wound too large to close. The grip on the handle grew fiercer, the desperate hope stronger. Tears streamed down his cheeks as the knife delved deeper to its target. He would be leaving the world behind, his friends, his family, but it didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore.
His hands grew numb; his voice began to slip away. Blood stained his shirt, not that it mattered anyway.
The world around him began to swirl into darkness. His head tilted forward throwing his glasses to the ground. He gasped.
"No...I...can't...do this..."
Struggling, he tried to take out the knife but it was too late. He didn't realize how sharp the knife was, how it had cut his veins, how his muscle was cut too deeply, how he was bleeding a slow death.
"No...I...can't leave...just yet," he thought.
He collapsed onto the floor, his chest lifted upwards by the knife. His face flat in a pool of his own blood. The knife plunging deeper as his body was slowly being brought downward. His mind trapped in a state of panic, of despair. His soul trapped between salvation...and oblivion.
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"Where...where am I?"
A gentle voice answered.
"Welcome. You are in Castle Oblivion."
Hazily I opened my eyes only to stare into darkness. Except...when did darkness flap like clothing?
"Look up."
I lifted my head to see a friendly face, his eyes shone with a bright radiance, his smile kind and serene. His hair dropped to the bottom of his neck, layers upon layers of long, messy, reddish brown hair. He crouched down to my level and spoke with such a voice the heavens would cry.
"So what brings you to Castle Oblivion?"
"Um...actually I don't...I don't...Oh..."
My eyes began to fall lazily to sleep, I tried to keep them open but it was no use. Sleep...sleep...that's all I wanted...a bit of...sleep...
"Hmm...Looks like she's fallen asleep."
"Asleep already? How weak!"
"Most likely due to her rebirth."
"Rebirth, reshmirth, she's cute and that's what counts."
"Ugh...men..."
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"Time to get up! Time to get up!"
Mumbling could be heard from underneath the covers as the alarm clock continued its infernal shrieking. The owner knew it wouldn't stop unless something was done. From underneath his covers, he reached out to grab the annoyance. Over his pillow, over his bed boards, onto the top of the drawer his hand searched greedily for the clock.
"God why did I buy that stupid clock..." He thought hazily.
"Hey! It's time to get up you know! You can't just sleep forever!"
"Oh just a few more minutes..." He responded.
Until he realized that clocks don't talk.
In a daze of realization the boy rose up.
"Well it's about time! You've been asleep for 12 hours!"
And fell back asleep.
"Hey! Hey get up! You give us girls a bad name you know!"
"Stupid alarm clock..." He mumbled.
"I'm not an 'alarm clock!' Hey! HEY!"
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I wonder how long it's been since I slept in such a comfy bed...the soft mattress...the silk covers...the silk pillow...the silk nightgown...So comfortable...
With a yawn I climbed out of bed. My bare feet touched the icy cold of the crystal floor. Shivers were sent down my spine as I felt the freezing chill. It was cold, as each breath took its familiar visible form. I wrapped my arms around myself as I began to look around. Everything seemed to shine with a blue glow: the bed frame, the floor, the walls... everything. As my eyes searched across the unfamiliar chamber, they soon fell upon my salvation to the cold: A fireplace.
Smooth flowing curves and shapes decorated the prismatic structure of the top and bottom shelves. Two podiums stood on both sides spanning the maximum height of the room. This place was no ordinary room I thought.
I crouched down in front of the fire as I basked in its warmth, the heat such a sweet relief to the icy cold. As I sat there, a loud creaking sound echoed throughout the room. I clasped over my ears with my hands in pain and spun around to see a door begin to open.
Black boots stepped forward as the rest of the body emerged from the doorway. A large black coat came in with one continuous zipper that ran down the middle of the outfit. A strange necklace was being worn by the enigma with two additional beads hanging from thin strings that dangled in front of the necklace. Gloved hands lifted upward to pull down the large dark hood that covered the intruder's face.
As I gaped in awe at the being, the unknown entity spoke, shattering the quiet silence."Took you long enough."
She had blond hair that fell to her neck, with bangs that were pointed back. Her skin was a pale white, her nose petit and, well it was kind of cute. She stood there in the doorway, watching me intently with her eyes. Her mouth formed a smirk as she tapped her foot impatiently on the floor, as if waiting for something.
"You know it IS rude to stare at people."
"Oh! Um...uh...sorry?"
She let out a sigh, "Don't worry about it. So, are you going to change or what?"
"Huh?" Puzzled, I looked down to see I was still in my nightgown.
"Ah! Um...I don't mean to be a bother but...can you tell me where I can get a change of clothes?" I asked.
She let out another exasperated sigh; "The closet is to your left. Now hurry up and change, there's a meeting we have to get to."
"Meeting?" I asked as I walked over to the closet. "Strange..." I thought. "Was it here before?"
"Yeah, he wants to figure out what to do with you. We didn't exactly expect anyone else would show up. Anyway hurry up will you? We're going to be late!"
"Oh! Sorry..."
I opened the closet to find a black cloak inside, identical to the one she was wearing. I looked over to ask if I should wear this but got scolded instead.
"I said hurry up! Damn newbies!" She muttered.
I quickly slipped into the large black cloak and zipped the zipper. The sleeves reached out a bit too far; the bottom dragged on the floor. The gloves weren't as snug as I wanted, the boots felt a bit too open, but I didn't care. It felt like I was destined for it.
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