Started writing this not knowing about KH II, or this new CoM, decided to submit. I felt I should get my ideas out before people think I stole them all. I was just a little lazy. An engrossing story about love, but at the same time containing all the action you enjoy with the main character, Sora. First Fan-fic, don't be too harsh with reviews.
Heartless Imperfection
Prologue
"I don't know where they're coming from," answered the armor-clad figure, standing before his Queen in an elaborate throne room. "Gawrsh, I wouldn't worry about it, though," He reassured her before she went pale. That's not to say she was about to, Queen Minnie wasn't one to get stressed easily. She simply nodded, and looked about the entire chamber. She was wearing a red dress of what seemed to be velvet.
"If that's all, you are dismissed," She said, with that simple, perky voice. The tall, clumsy figured stood at salute and turned to walk away. Things really were getting out of hand, they both knew.
It was true, new heartless have appeared. They looked similar to the heartless being controlled by Ansem, but they have a new sardonic-style look to them. Instead of smooth, evil looking, the heartless have grown darker and more maniacal. The leaders of the Heartless carry the insignia, except it's a white heart outlined in black, this time.
Goofy moved through the gardens, passing the various royalty that still resided in the castle regardless of the new attackers. He appeared in front of a tall, stone tower, and pushed his way through the double-wooden doors. The sound of armor rang through the spiral staircase as he trudged upward. He finally reached, after quite a few minutes, an elaborate door with a big, red heart painted onto it. He knocked softly, and came in at the bidding of a small, muffled quack.
The tall knight closed the door behind him and looked over at his long-time friend, Donald, as he studied Ansem reports, Jiminy Cricket logs, and personal correspondences of King Mickey himself.
"How long've you been at that stuff, Donald?" Goofy guffawed to himself and looked over all the sprawled papers over the extremely large desk.
"None of your business," replied the red-eyed, white-feathered duck. He made a low quack of irritation and put down the paper he was looking at. He adjusted his mage-hat. "He left us no clue, Goofy. I've been through it all, and I can't even figure any of it out. He could be anywhere."
Goofy placed a hand on Donald's shoulder, "Maybe we should just wait for him to come to us?" Donald shook his head, "It hasn't worked so far, Queen Minnie assumes far too much. We need to find him." Goofy removed the helping hand and looked out the only other exit of the tower. The balcony. He stumbled over to the edge and peered at the entrance to the castle, and smiled.
Heartless Imperfection
Chapter I
A large gate was there, guarding an open courtyard. Various characters stood in knight's armor in a line parallel to the gate. They were all very tall compared to the one who was screaming orders. He paced back and forth, explaining something. It wasn't audible to Goofy.
"He sure does give the kingdom a new kind of … spunk, wouldn't you say, Donald?" The duck waddled toward his friend, and looked off of the balcony to take in some sun.
"Restless is probably the word," He started, "If we could harness that energy into helping me figure out these reports, we'd probably know where King Mickey is right now." Goofy sighed, "What does he have to be restless about?" Donald gave him a slanted look, and he understood.
Things happened prior to these events, and a lot of them had to do with this trio and various other characters from alternate worlds.
"...That's not to say we're here for anything but to fight the new heartless. I'm sure other worlds, both regenerated and old, are having hard times fighting this new type of enemy, also. This is why we're letting you train our men, Sora. Strictly for defense. We aren't going on some wild duck chase," Donald didn't get to finish, when Sora interjected,
"But if they can't go with us, and they stay, what does it matter? They can probably defeat the heartless just as quickly as I can." A shadow of doubt plagued Donald in the earnest. The brown-haired kid with a keyblade might have been correct at one time in the future, but not now.
"We're not going anywhere, besides, the Gummi Ship won't be activated without my signature. You'll have to live until I figure out where King Mickey is, or how to stop the influx of these new heartless." The short human pushed away from the table, and walked away, disappointed. Donald observed this, but said nothing, having a full plate of dinner in front of him. Goofy sat next to him on the long table, and looked at Queen Minnie for any sympathy. She merely looked at nothing in particular, next to an empty seat at the head of the table.
Sora stood at the window of his room. It was open, and he had a perfect view of the moon. And he started to say something aloud,
"It's hard to be perfect,
When I know it just isn't worth it.
If I had known you believed in my soul,
I would've told you what you needed to know."
He sighed, blinking, and leaned against the open window, moon reflecting off of a new chain around his neck, made of fine silver. "Where did that come from?" He asked himself. He looked around his room as if to find an answer, then, and saw numerous trinkets from travels that he couldn't remember. He could still summon the keyblade, but it wasn't as if it were more than a parlor trick anymore. He felt empty, but didn't know why. His clothing had changed over the year, also. Instead of the traditional garb, he wore more black, and white slacks. He traded in his yellow clog-looking shoes for smaller, black running shoes. "I need to figure out my past," He declared to no one in particular.
Donald rubbed his eyes, and stared at the boy in the seat in front of him. They were in King Mickey's tower. "I'm pretty sure you have some kind of information that would be vital to our finding the King. Just take me through what you do remember, I only want to help," He quacked. Sora crossed his arms and began.