Fights for Freedom
A/N: Please Read! This is only the first chapter and it is only to announce that I am moving to ao3 and you can find me there under Twilighttimeheart. If you wish to continue this story I will be posting on ao3 from now on. Thank you! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts
A young boy sat in the dark silence, his breathing even, his eyes closed. A sliver of light that grew, accompanied by the screech of old hinges permeated the darkness. As a massive door was raised, jeering poured through. The boy stood and squinted as he made his way through the door into a large arena.
The only thing the boy wore were a pair of shorts, his feet, bare to the blistering sand and torso to the scorching heat. He raised a hand to shield his eyes from the blaring sun as he pinpointed each fighter. To his left stood a broader, older boy, with a scar across his face and a hat upon his head. To his right was a silver haired boy around the blonde's age if not slightly older. His eyes were cold and calculating. Right across was a dark skinned boy with short, black hair, his body well toned.
The blond glared as he noticed the beanie boy and muscles share a glance as if they had already formed and alliance. His gaze shifted to the silver head that seemed to have noticed as well. Looked like it would be a team match after all.
In the center of the arena, were sets of weapons. Each fighter was to choose one. But during one of these matches who would take just one?
The fighters stood at the ready. As the bell sounded the boy wasn't shocked to see muscles and beanie run straight for the weapons. The blond however decided to wait, knowing if he rushed in he'd be slaughtered. No, he had to find a weapon that suited him.
There! A set of keyblades shone. The blond could see beanie and muscles headed for him, he dodged and ducked, racing for the pile, he felt the other boys hot on his heels.
He lunged and felt a leather strap warp around his legs and pull him to the ground. The blond kicked noticing now that the weapon muscles had picked was a whip.
He was being dragged when a batwing-shaped blade struck down on the leather, breaking it. The blond glanced up to his saviour, recognizing silver head who nodded before blocking a blow from beanie who wielded a struggle bat.
The blond raced for the keyblades and spun around to slash at muscles before he could hit silver head. Muscles growled and lunged but the boy twisted away, striking muscles in the back. Muscles collapsed and beanie roared, striking silver head over the head. The silver haired boy fell.
The blond growled and lunged but beanie grabbed his arm with his free hand and bent it behind the boy's back before a pop was heard and the blond screamed in pain. His arm was dislocated, leaving him with only one blade, which he could only defend with.
Beanies swept his foot under the blond, the boy landing on his back with the end of the bat pointed at his chest in victory.
The crowd cheered but the boy wasn't done yet. As beanies soaked up the glory the boy kicked out, hitting the back of beanie's knee, hearing a crack. The older boy cried out, dropping his weapon to grab his shattered knee. The younger sat and quickly stood, smacking the handle of the keyblade to the back of beanie's head. Beanie fell unconscious. The crowd grew silent as the boy dropped the blade and moved back to his corner, through the door, back into the darkness. No one made a sound.