Hey! So here's my first fanfic, go easy on me ;-; - I've been writing for a long while but this is the first fanfiction I'm doing, please rip apart my piece, tell me where my grammar is awful and tell me where my sentences are bad, tell me if anything is wrong because I wanna be a good.
Within the World That Never Was, nothing seemed to have changed. The nobodies home had lost all sense of belonging, of motion. The dark metropolis eclipsed any light, and only the windows from the skyscrapers provided anyone with visibility. There was a gap in the sky, others would describe it as a fissure. Kingdom Hearts had once provided the world with light, a hope, a beacon, a goal. Now there was a gap in the dark sky without stars. Even the clouds had gone. This world was now truly nothing.
One time, Nobodies tried to make themselves somebodies, and the world mirrored that, giving light, movement, air to breathe, time to flow. But now, there was no time. Lights did not shine anymore, they only existed. The noise did not travel anymore, the lightning that had once powered this world from the storm above had vanished. The World That Never Was, was truly the only one with no heart. The World That Never Was was the only Nobody.
Trucks had been overturned, alleys were mid-construction. Maybe if this world had even more time to develop, it might have been a prosperous one, one where humans could laugh, entertain themselves, live modern. But the only world who had its heart extracted, twinned with the islands and the brink of darkness, along with the flowing waters and radiance. The world that existed between both was nothing, for light and darkness equaled out, which lead to nothing.
The black pavements had no aim; they drifted in sharp corners, with a beacon rising from the middle, only just managing to be seen above the skyscrapers. The world was a labyrinth for the mind and body. It had nowhere to go, so it went nowhere, only where it was taken. It had no hope of ever finding a heart, for it was only a husk. An empty shell, a skin that had been shed., it was all that remained, and the worlds that it once joined with, idealizing light and darkness, had gone their separate ways, and they had left behind nothing.
A neon light flickered as the air began to breathe. The silhouette of light shining down from windows high up helped the Nobody find its way. It drifted up and down, its body seeming to reject itself and coordinate itself at the same time. It donned a hat, which it pulled over to cover a face that didn't exist, its sleeves gave way to nothing, and its jacket seemed to hold itself together, with a cloak carrying a large nobody symbol on the back. It was a person who had put everything on the table, and inevitably, they lost.
It was juggling dice in one hand, whilst viewing cards levitating in front of them another, shuffling them occasionally… swapping places… trying to make sense of this world.
"What are the fruits of your labor?" A familiar and enigmatic voice asked. The Nobody looked up in surprise to see a tall figure in a black cloak. The cards disappeared up its sleeve in a moment, quickly being replaced by other cards and some dice. The man clicked his fingers and the cards were gone, enlarged, the man was studying them. He made noises looking at each bland absorbing of an image. It meant nothing to the Nobody, but its master studied it with great detail. He brought the dice up to his eye like he was viewing a precious jewel. He twirled it and grimaced, then looked puzzled, then stopped and stood back.
"Well done. Take a break. You'll be notified when you're needed next"
The Nobody felt itself unravel at the click of the man's fingers, and it ended up in a small square, where a lot of its kinds were sitting around. A hissing undertone air escaping from the Nobodies brought an otherwise dead area to something resembling life, with the ground being as new as the day it was made, although this world had been abandoned. There was a slightly thick smell, which made the Nobody fear the atmosphere surrounding the world at any moment. It was on the brink.
A communal game of roulette was going on in the center, whilst other Nobodies were dealing cards or rolling dice. The Nobody knew better, though, as scamming was rife, and as a result, the majority were in it to play by their own system. There was no use playing a game if there are no rules. Then it is only an exercise. The Nobody shuffled against a wall, and its legs disappeared into its low hanging cloak as it slid down. It began to deal.
Luxord looked at the cards. Nothing had changed. He had learned never to put his faith in his own predictions, but he still expected just a bit of a change, but the cards never lie. His piercings had reduced after a while, and he only had one band wrapped on the edge of his ear on each side. He had let his platinum blonde hair grow from his crew cut, but only a bit, so it was shabbily ordered. His beard was still close cut, and he still donned his black cloak to travel.
Unsheathing his cards, Luxord checked the status of his patrolling Nobodies, one was rummaging through a skyscraper, and the other two were roaming one of the many large squares. The cards slipped up his sleeves just in time for him to see a while figure step out of view into a narrow street. He knew this wasn't one of his. With a flick of a writ, he flung a die at the entrance to the alleyway, it bounced inside and ricocheted until Luxord clicked his fingers, and he was there, where the dice was. The white figure had extraordinary reaction times, instantly closing the distance and lashing out with a graceful, but powerful kick. Luxord was more prepared, though, and with one swift movement, the kick hit a card and the figure unraveled before his very eyes. Bringing the card to eye level, Luxord saw the creature mid-motion, trapped in his card. It's body was a greyish silver on second glance, with a blood-red bandage wrapped around its ankles and wrists, all joining together. It was the size of a regular human and had muscles which looked like they'd deal and deadly kick. There was no doubt about it. This was a Dancer.
He was not alone.