Note: Oblivion and Oathkeeper's designs, for the most part, are based off their human interpretations by eus-mylus. Personality and everything else is minnneeee. ALSO EARTHSHAKER HAS BEEN REPLACED BY RAINFELL.
"Ugh, there's nothing on." Soul Eater said, stuffing the remote in her sharp toothed mouth, chomping on it in annoyance. She was bored, incredibly bored. The fact that she could not touch the buttons on the remote was just another thing that made her annoyed.
Soul Eater, from a physical point of view, was, quite gorgeous. She had long, luscious black hair which curly and swirled this way and that, with a combed shine that glossed over it. Her eyes had beautiful curled eyelashes, but were tired and had little black circles under them. She had a pointed nose, similar to a snake's, and cartoonishly sharp pointed teeth. Soul Eater had a turtle-neck black top on, which long sleeves torn at the ends which acted as arms. She wore a belt with a blue eye in the center and gears on the right and left side on her waist. The rest of her body downwards, was two soul eater blades inwards to form a sort of tail. Beautiful? Yes. Pleasent and polite? No.
"Heyyy! I wanted to use that!" Oathkeeper yelled out. She ran into the room with Oblivion, their hands always holding the other's. The two were always with each other, Oathkeeper constantly giggling and hooking arms at Oblivion's side. They were complete opposites in appearance: Oblivion, with his tall dark broad structure, demon wings coming out of his back shoulders and Oathkeeper's tiny limber petite frame and short dress, angel wings poking out of her own back shoulders. "Rainy-senpai, Souly-chan ate the remote!" She said stomping her feet, her short white dangly strands of hair shook in tune with her words.
"Why do you have to constantly get into fights with everyone, Soul Eater-kun?" Rainfell said with a sigh. He closed the book he was reading and got up from the table. He spoke with kindness, but was strict at the same time.
"Yeah, Dawny-chan is much better." Oathkeeper said with a tone that resembled an impatient child. The keyblade spirit may've looked like a young teen, but her mentality sometimes was the one of a child. Soul Eater narrowed her eyes at the young keyblade spirit from the living room couch. "One, I'd like it if you didn't refer to my other self as a cleaning solution," she started "two, but she's soooo boring. She's just soooo nice and soooo polite."
Soul Eater placed a half opened book on her face and lied down in her anger. "It's not our fault your a keyblade of darkness and she's a keyblade of… well, more light than you." Rainfell explained. Way to the Dawn didn't like being affiliated with the light or darkness.
"But Rainy-senpai, you know we can't choose whether or not were Darkness or Light. We are drawn to the masters whose needs and wishes share the same needs and wishes of our own." Oathkeeper said with a cheerful smile, playfully kissing Oblivion's upper arm with a light peck. "If Riri-chan likes Soul Eater-chan then we can't change that."
"Liked. I'm not his keyblade anymore." Soul Eater said distastefully with a hiss. "That the whole reason why… the reason why Way to the Dawn exists. His wishes changed, so I did too."
"Aw, Souly-chan…" Oathkeeper said, tears welling up in her eyes out of sympathy for this keyblade of darkness. For a moment, Oathkeeper seemed to pity her.
"At least my wielder isn't a comatose vegetable." Soul Eater said, her saddened tone gone within seconds, a wicked smile forming on her lips underneath the hardcover book over her face. "Say that again." Rainfell said with a straight face and threatening tone, his body with calm, but his demeanor was anything but welcoming. Immediately he was seen stretching out its keyblade form over her body, blade at her neck.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I strike a nerve?" Soul Eater said, her voice drenched in that usual sadistic tone. She knew far too well she had struck all of them. The frightened Oathkeeper hid behind Oblivion, shaking. She was had light green shoes on, but had a tattoo of "光" on her left foot and bandages going up her leg to about an inch below her knee. She tip-toed over Oblivion's tall shoulders, barely being able to see what was going on, as Oblivion protectively put his wings around her.
"Take. It. Back." Rainfell stated, pressing the blade gently onto Soul Eaters neck. "We all know you're not going to do it, so put it away. You look like a fool." Soul Eater responded, rolling her eyes. A keyblade of the Light wouldn't do something as insane as kill another keyblade.
"If you think just because I'm on the Light side, that'll stop me, it won't. If it's not already clear, I don't necessarily like keyblades of Darkness, and you are just about pushing me over the limit. The only reason I haven't killed you, is because I think Riku still needs you, and I wouldn't want to hurt him." Someway through Rainfell's threat, the book fell off Soul Eater's face, revealing her to the keyblade spirit's piercing glare. Soul Eater gulped. She realized what sort of situation she was in, and started sweating in fear.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, now could you pretty please for the love of all things good, get yourself away from my neck?" Soul Eater pleaded. Rainfell gave her a second glance over and the blade flashed away in a spurt of light. He walked away silently, snatching his book from a nearby table in his stride. In his path, Destiny's Embrace stood there at the back door, holding a bunny in her arms. "Hi there, Rainfe-" she was ignored as he pushed past her and slammed the door behind him.
"Should I even ask?" Destiny's Embrace said to the keyblade spirits before her. They all shook their heads hurriedly "no". "O-okay then." She said. Her hair was a mess of vines and beautiful flowers, strawn about in magnificent tendrils and her skin a soft shade of gold which shawn gorgeously in the sun. Her smile was small, but kind and warming to those around her.
Destiny's Embrace turned her attention to Soul Eater. "May I please talk to Way to the Dawn?" She asked sweetly. "Ughhhh…" Soul Eater growned, bashing her head with the couch pillow. If Soul Eater had a weakness, it'd be Destiny Embrace's kind face and voice that was patient and caring, a sweet song giving life to the wind.
"Finnnneeee." She sighed, giving in to her friend's request. Soul Eater was gone in a flash of light, leaving the couch vacant.
During all this, Oathkeeper had slowly retracted from the safety behind Oblivion and gone to her usual place, hooked onto his left arm. "How long is this gonna take?" She asked, looking up at her best friend. Oblivion just shrugged his shoulders, half his face unseen due to it covered by a jacket. Oathkeeper frowned at the response. "I hate it when your silent like that." She said in a huff, twirling her finger on his shirt.
In another flash of light, Way to the Dawn appeared, sitting down on the couch, replacing Soul Eater. "Hello." She said politely, with a kind smile on her face. Of course, her face was eerily similar to Soul Eater's, but was more awake and kind, the dark circles under her eyes gone and iris' a dark purple, contrast to the dark purple ones of before. She wore a messy bun in her long curly silver hair, a single strand still managing to go over her face and had normal teeth, with a less pointed nose. Her long sleeves were different too, one sleeve textured with feathers of an angel wing and the other sleeve of a demon wing. She wore a necklace that looked like her keychain, unlike Soul Eater, who had none.
"Dawny-chan!" Oathkeeper said in a squeal of delight. "Hello, Oathkeeper-kun." Way to the Dawn gave her a small wave, and nodded at Oblivion. Oblivion smiled and waved in reply.
"So, what did you wanna ask?" Way to the Dawn questioned Destiny's Embrace. Destiny's Embrace blushed and looked at her feet. "Do you know where Kingdom Key-san is?" She asked quietly.
Way to the Dawn face palmed, holding her head in her sleeve. "You know you could've asked Soul Eater that, right?" She said with an annoyed sigh. "Y-yeah, b-but… Soul Eater-san kinda scares me." Destiny's Embrace said timidly. She placed with a strand of hair and dwindled her thumbs in her embarrassment.
"I don't know," Way to the Dawn said, turning to ask the other keyblades "do you know where he is?" Oblivion and Oathkeeper looked at eachother, then turned to look at Way to the Dawn, shaking their heads. "I haven't seen him in quite some time." Oblivion said.
Way to the Dawn was a bit shaken. "You can talk?" She asked. She had never heard Oblivion speak before. "Yeah. Why?" He asked, oblivious.
"He just never needs to talk. We can communicate telepathically. Oblivion tells the funniest jokes, I swear." Oathkeeper said, starting to laugh. "STOP IT, YOU JOKESTER." She said, snorting and punching the blushing Oblivion in the arm playfully. She bended over, clutching her stomach in her fit.
Way to the Dawn and Destiny's Embrace exchanged confused glances before turning their attention back to the pair of keyblades. Oathkeeper sighed, calming down. She wiped a tear from her eye before speaking. "We came into existence together, so that's why we don't like being apart. I'd hate to separate from Oblivion. We both represent very important memories, yeah' know?" She said tilting her head and smiling. Oblivion brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed it sweetly through the jacket covering his lips.
"Yep, you're totally not romantic whatsoever." Way to the Dawn said laughing softly. "Hm? What'cha say?" Oathkeeper asked, stiffening her shoulders.
"Oh, nothing. It's not important." Way to the Dawn said, waving her hand. "Anyways, about the Kingdom Key-" she was cut off, disappearing in a flash of white light. "Oh that must mean- Bye!" Destiny's Embrace said, her last words barely heard before she too disappeared in a flash of light. Both of the spirits were being summoned to their owners hand, ready to face any foe before them.
Oathkeeper and Oblivion were left alone together. "Hey," Oathkeeper started "do you ever miss being summoned?" They hadn't been summoned in a long while, partly due to their master being out of the action.
Sometimes
Oblivion's comforting voice echoed through Oathkeeper's ears. "B-but, I feel so useless. Not being able to be help someone ever again." He pulled his partner into a hug as she started crying in his arms. "And Roxas, he…" She started choking on her words. "I can't help but feeling guilty. What if we weren't good enough? What if we were the reason… the reason he-" Oathkeeper started sobbing, tears streaming down her face.
"No, it is not your fault." Oblivion said. But he said it with a bitter taste in his mouth. Part him believed the same, but he needed to be strong for Oathkeeper. She was all he had left. Oathkeeper felt warm in his arms as he remembered the first time they were summoned by Roxas.
(I know Oathkeeper and Oblivion are in games before 358/2 days, but let's forget about that for the sake of the chapter, okay? :)
"How many days has it been?" Oathkeeper groaned, rolling around on the black glass floor. "I don't know, over 300, maybe?" Oblivion said, unsure. He laid down, clasping his hands over his black jacket.
"Ughhhh! Why haven't we been summoned yet?" She whined, tapping the glass. Oathkeeper was not very patient. Of course, she could keep promises and stuff, but sitting around and doing nothing was Oblivion's thing, not hers. She had a short attention span to unimportant things. The only thing that kept her going, was the fact that there was something important she had to do.
When they came into existence, Oathkeeper was drawn towards this heart's promise. This light, this faithfulness and kindness. This heart, was not boring. It had a fiery rage and was not a person that would sit around and watch life pass, awaiting orders. This heart was one of action and seemed exciting. But yet, there seemed to be another heart connected to this heart. This other heart had an intense memory of a kind female friend. A promise, is what binded this relationship and memory, one that was so powerful, it seemed that it would never be broken.
So, Oathkeeper was shaped and born out of this promise and memory towards this kind female friend. Their contract bound by Oathkeeper doing whatever it could to keep the promise alive, because it was just as important and precious now to Oathkeeper, as it was to this heart. As their contract was closed, a necklace with a wayfinder charm formed around Oathkeeper's neck.
Oblivion, was drawn towards this hearts perseverance. This heart was powerful and strong. This heart was independent and tough, but protected others close and important to it, holding others lives above its own. It showed no fear and was stubborn, showing no sign to giving in to others. But there was darkness too, so that shaped Oblivion's form. Like Oathkeeper, it was drawn towards this second heart it found.
Keyblades act like judges upon the people they choose to wield. They are beings which are bound by laws and rules of their own. With this job as judge, they are able to see into a heart; all their dreams, intentions, wishes, thoughts and memories. There is nothing that a keyblade's spirit cannot see.
This is why a keyblade of the light will not pick a heart of darkness and a keyblade of darkness will not pick a heart of light. Their intentions simply do not align.
There was one memory, or one collection of memories, that attracted Oblivion towards it. A relationship with a certain boy was what intrigued the keyblade most. Oblivion was then formed on this relationship with this friend, a friend whose patience and strength was appealing towards the keyblade. Also there was another connection, one that had not been made yet, but was so strong Oblivion could feel its importance in the present time. This relationship also intrigued Oblivion and the keyblade let itself get lost in it, let it run through its spirit like the wind and form its being like the a child creating a castle out of mud.
So, Oblivion was formed out of these feelings and memories towards this male friend and a friend not made. Their contract bound by Oblivion holding these memories close and promising to never forget them. Even if they could not be found, he would make sure they wouldn't be lost forever. These memories and feelings, were now as precious to the Oblivion as it was to the heart. A chained necklace formed around Oblivion's neck, with a black crowned charm.
Oathkeeper and Oblivion, once their keyblade had formed, it shattered into light and their spiritual bodies formed. They gently floated down to the floor and opened their eyes, to see the other keyblade spirit before them.
"EHHHHH?! ANOTHER?" Oathkeeper gasped, jumping back in surprise. She had only existed for about 5 seconds and already her world was turned upside down. "This shouldn't be happening! Why is there another keyblade? Arghh!" Oathkeeper paced back and forth, necklace bouncing on her chest.
After walking around in a circle mumbling to herself for awhile, she stopped and looked at the other keyblade who had stood silently the whole time. "Okay, okay… My name is Oathkeeper, what is your name?" She said calmly, doing a little curtsy in her white dress. Just because she was panicking didn't mean she didn't need to be polite.
"I'm Oblivion. Hi." He said awkwardly, with a tiny wave.
"That's it?"
"..."
"WELL?"
"Yeah." Oblivion said with a blank face.
Oathkeeper facepalmed. She couldn't deal with this. He was just so… so… quiet. Still. Calm. Relaxed. So… so… unlike her. She sighed and straightened out the wrinkles in her dress. Hopefully, answers would come soon.
Unfortunately, they didn't.
It seemed like forever, (when, really, it'd only been 15 days) had passed and the two keyblades hadn't been summoned. Not just Oblivion, not just Oathkeeper, neither of them had been able to face battle.
Oathkeeper had been trying to keep herself entertained, but you can only run around for so long. It was time to finally interact with this other keyblade. And with his social skills, this conversation was not gonna be pretty.
She looked over at the other keyblade sitting down cross-legged on the black glass floor. He was taller than her, strong build with muscles, she could tell his spirit was a male based one. He had long slightly dark purple hair in a high pony tail, with bangs that went down to just under his eyes. He had black ear piercings, three on each ear. In Oathkeeper's opinion, he certainly wasn't unappealing to look at. Oblivion had a long black trench coat, overtop a purple zippered vest that had a funnel-shaped collar covering half his face. The eyes that were visible, were cold, tired and dark purple. He wore black shorts that went down to his thighs and tucked into his tall black boots with zippers. Each of Oblivion's hands were black gloved, with his left hand's middle finger sporting a white ring. What Oathkeeper found most peculiar, were the black demon wings extending out of his upper back, contrast to her own angel wings.
"Hi." He waved. He had noticed her staring at him. "Ah." Oathkeeper blushed a deep red and averted her eyes. First real conversation and this was not going according to plan. And it kept on getting weirder.
Oblivion started to laugh.
His voice was soft and kind. It was genuine and nice on the ears, not what Oathkeeper expected with his dark, brooding appearance. But none of that was important to Oathkeeper at the moment, who was embarrassed beyond belief. "Why are you laughing at me?!" She asked, annoyed.
Oblivion's laughter died down. "Oh, nothing. Just nothing." He said. Oathkeeper believed he was laughing even harder now. "Please tell me, please!" She whined, sitting beside him on the floor.
"Your face… it makes the most beautiful of expressions." Oblivion said between laughs.
What in kingdom hearts did that mean?
Oathkeeper thought, confused. Her face was her face. There was nothing that significant about her face, in her opinion. It didn't matter how she looked, just that her blade was able to cut and do damage to her master's enemies.
It means, you shouldn't overthink things.
She heard his voice, but all that was coming out his mouth was laughter. No, the voice was speaking to her mind directly.
It seems we share the same mind, or telepathic channel. I can hear your thoughts and you can hear mine.
Oblivion said, staring into her beautiful blue eyes.
So up until now, you've been…
Oathkeeper asked, blushing.
Some of them, yes.
Oblivion responded.
The two just kept talking on, for hours. Days. Months. Keyblades don't need to sleep, eat or anything, so talking is what occupied their time.
"So, you have a tattoo on your foot too?" Oathkeeper asked. "Yeah." Oblivion answered. He unzipped and took the boot of his right foot and the kanji "闇" was imprinted on it. "Whoa." Oathkeeper said in awe. Without thinking, she grabbed his foot and started looking at it.
Oblivion laughed. Oathkeeper's strong curiosity always kept him on his toes. (Or off them, in this case) Their forms, they noticed, had lots of similarities. For instance, the rings, tattoos and the wings. Playfully, Oblivion pushed her over with a swoop of his demon wing, planting her face onto his foot.
"Ow!" Oathkeeper gasped in surprise. His foot was not the nicest smelling thing, at least, if Oathkeeper could smell, she'd presume it'd be so. "Not cool." She said, rubbing her nose and regaining her posture. Oblivion just gave her a mischievous smile from being his vest and wiggled his toes in response.
Lightly, Oathkeeper slapped him in the face with her own wing. He rubbed his face and smiled at Oathkeeper's childish anger. If he was going to be stuck for who knows how long in this black void, he might as well do it with her.
It was Oathkeeper who was gone first.
"And then, we should-" Oathkeeper was cut off. Gone, in a sparkle of light.
"Oathkeeper?!" Oblivion exclaimed, worriedly. He looked around wildly for his friend. Next, he was gone in a flash of light.
He appeared right next to Oathkeeper, in his keyblade form for the first time. His spirit was in a black void, yes, but his physical form had finally been used. If they were really both being used, shouldn't Oathkeeper's spirit be here too?
Oathkeeper, you there?
He closed his eyes and called out to her. She just had to be here. She just had to.
If you're looking for Oathkeeper, she's not here.
A different voice responded to him.
Oblivion opened his eyes and saw a heart before him. Yes, the same strength and power that had called out to the spirit months prior. It was fiery, ablaze with anger and hatred. Like a flame, restless and undying. It's twilight coloured ethereal body was barely managing to stay stable, flickering and fizzing. What had warped this heart into such a degree was knowledge Oblivion did not know.
It's just me. Are you surprised? Or do you hate me too?
The Unwanted Heart scoffed angrily, trying to control itself from lashing out but finding trouble to. Oblivion did not know what to do, so it stood silently, taking all the emotions in.
Anyways, I need you to help me remember.
It asked, more calm than last time.
Remember what?
Oblivion replied.
I DON'T KNOW, THAT'S WHY I'M ASKING IN THE FIRST PLACE.
The Unwanted Heart yelled in a flash of rage. It was crying, clawing it's face in irritation. It was a mess of all these emotions, hatred, sadness, anger, fury, each like a shard of glass, constantly stabbing it in such a degree that the pain was unbearable. This heart was extremely dangerous and out of control and for the first time in its life, Oblivion felt scared.
THERE'S SOMETHING… Something… I'm forgetting… and it feels extremely important and I don't know what to do.
The Unwanted heart gasped out, curling in a ball in a weak attempt to comfort itself. There was a nagging feeling inside it, like something was missing. It's brain tried desperately to fill in the pieces, but acted as if there was no place to fill in the first place.
I can't really do anything, like recover what was lost, but I can be here as a reminder.
Oblivion said after thinking over its words carefully. The Unwanted Heart looked up at the keyblade spirit.
So, you can look at me and know there is something you need to remember, and never truly forget.
He continued. Oblivion pitied his master and could feel the heart's sadness. The keyblade spirit was pained to see him this way and extended it's help towards the heart. Oblivion stretched out his hand, and, after rubbing away its tears, the heart took his hand and stood up.
Thank you
And with those words of gratitude, the Unwanted Heart smiled and Oblivion started to fade away in a sparkle of light. When he was done, he was back with Oathkeeper.
"OBLIVION!" She said happily, jumping into his arms. She hugged him tightly and almost sucked the breath out of him. "I thought I'd lost you!" Tears were streaming down Oathkeeper's face in happiness.
"C-can't b-breathe…" Oblivion barely managed to say under the pressure. "Oh don't be silly," Oathkeeper answered "you know keyblades don't need to breathe."
Oathkeeper pulled away from him and kissed his hand. She was silent for a moment, collecting her thoughts.
"I was really worried about you." Oathkeeper said in a soft whisper. She stared at the ground, holding Oblivions hands half an arm's length apart. The keyblade spirit seemed calm, but Oblivion could feel the tension, the concern, in her fingertips.
Oblivion bit back the hurt he felt when he saw her like this and answered quietly. "I was worried about you too."