Hi. I know, another KH fanfic… But I just wanted to see how this would do. 'Kay? Flames accepted if you have good reason! BTW, I already have up to chapter four up.
Chosen One Part One: Keyblade
Chapter I
Sora ran down the street, chest burning, hair and clothes whipping behind him. He chanced a look back- yep. It was still there.
As he looked ahead, you could see that his normally happy, almost naïve expression had been replaced with that of fear and exhaustion. He'd been running nonstop, as fast as he could, for over an hour. Sora's bright, sapphire blue eyes shone in the darkness of the night, light brown hair, naturally spiked, blending in. He wore blue jeans, a black shirt, and a gray knit hooded jacket, all lost in the darkness of the suburbs. Trees choked the star and moonlight, not allowing anything past their thorny branches. The only thing that could be seen on the dark street were Sora's glittering eyes and the unearthly, malevolent yellow eyes of the thing that followed him.
What were they? Where did they come from? Why were they chasing him? These three questions continually rushed through Sora's brain, never being answered. All he could do was keep running. Keep running until… Until…
Until what? He thought. What were they going to do, once they caught him? Surely they were as tired as he! He glanced back one more time, eyes searching for the yellow spots. They weren't there. Sora skidded to a stop, panting and wheezing, legs shaking. He whirled around in all directions. Where were they? Had Sora looked up, he would have seen them. But no one ever looks up.
The creature, made from what seemed to be pure shadow, leaped from the tree, landing on Sora's shoulders. The creature was roughly human shaped, but with no distinguishing characteristics. Just head, antennae, eyes, body, limbs. Nothing else. The limbs ended in hands and feet, both sharpening into claws. The creature scrabbled around on Sora's shoulders as Sora attempted to rip it off. Finally succeeding, he was only attacked by more. About five fell out of the tree, pinning him down, his face against the pavement. Then, a sixth one crawled along his back, feeling around the area where Sora's heart would be, and… It's claw reached in.
Sora couldn't feel flesh being ripped, but he could feel the cold grip of the creature's claw around his heart, darkness and despair seeping in. And then he screamed. The creature began trying to release its claw that was still holding his heart. Then, as he screamed, something happened. The ground below him erupted, the creature letting go of his heart and being thrown in a different direction.
Sora, too, flew backwards, but not as far as the creatures. They were flung against tree trunks, cars, houses, erupting into black and purple smoke. Sora staggered to his feet. What had-
He then realized that he held something in his hand. Looking down, he gasped. In his hand was a giant key. It looked, really, like someone decided to make a sword that looked like a key, for it had a hilt like that of a rapier. It was long, and not exactly sharp, until you came to the teeth that made it look like a key, but stranger. The teeth seemed to be cut so that the combined space between them looked like a crown.
How bizarre… Sora thought while looking at it. He didn't notice the creature until the last second.
It was jumping at his chest, claws outstretched. Sora instantly remembered the cold, and the pain, that came with those claws. He slashed at it, cutting it in to. It dissolved like the others.
What the heck is going on? Sora thought. He waited for a minute or so, but no more creatures appeared. Shaken up, he looked back down at the key thing, only to find it had disappeared. Then, as if something was slammed through the side of his head into his mind, a word erupted into his thoughts.
Keyblade…
Sora looked around, realizing he was close to home. Running down the street at a much more relaxed speed than he had been, he stopped in front of a small white suburban home. Sora passed the mailbox that read 'Mr. and Mrs. Kurosaki'. He quietly unlocked the door, tiptoeing inside and closing and locking the door again. As he was about to turn, someone put his or her hand, or claw, perhaps, on his shoulder. He whirled around, heart beating faster than he thought it could, looking straight into a pair of icy blue eyes in a pale face framed by longish silver hair. Sora relaxed. It was just his older brother, Riku.
"God, Riku, you scared the heck out of me," he whispered.
"As well as I should. Where have you been? It's past midnight, for crying out loud!" The older boy glared at his brother. He was wearing what Sora guessed was a robe that, much to his amusement, was covered in silvery crescent moons, stars, and hearts on a navy background.
"I was, um, seeing a friend." Which he had. He had asked his best friend, Kairi, out on a date. The date, really, wasn't even a date. They had gone to the arcade and had pizza and played games, then went to Barnes and Noble. Kairi's suggestion. After that, Sora had walked with her home, and then, about a block from her house, when he was alone… Those things attacked. He suddenly shivered. Riku noticed, and he noticed all the scratches on Sora after being pushed into the pavement, not to mention sweat soaked clothes and torn places on his shoulder and back.
"Jeez, Sora, what the hell happened to you?" Sora looked him in the eye.
"Do you really want to know?"
"What do you think?" Sora took a deep breath.
"I went on a date with Kairi, 'kay, and on the way home, I was attacked be these black things. They caught up with me," he pointed to the torn places on his shirt. "Then, suddenly, there was this big explosion and they all hit stuff and blew up into black smoke, 'cept one. I had in my hand this thing that looked like a cross between a key and a sword, a Keyblade, I think, and I killed the last one with it. Then it disappeared."
"The creature or the key?" Riku asked, laughter in his voice.
"The key, idiot." Sora glared at him. "I'm not lying. I swear." Riku looked into Sora's eyes. It was always easy to tell when Sora was lying, and he wasn't. The poor kid was a terrible liar.
"You had to of hallucinated, Sora. Those were probably dogs or somethin'."
"Since when do dogs climb trees, and…" Sora paused.
"And what, Sora?"
"And try to steal your heart."
