Well, this is my first ever proper Fanfic. I started writing it a while ago, and began writing it again a couple of weeks back.
Now, while I DO have KH2, I haven't played it for a while. So while every effort has been made to keep the descriptions of events, places, and characters as accurate as possible, please forgive any innaccuracies.
Onward!:
Slash!
Hmph. That one's not mine.
I'm doing what I do every day. I'm killing Heartless.
Whoop, there's another one! A Soldier Heartless jumps at me, lunging at my jugular. I bring my blade up to meet its red claws, sparks flying as its balance is shattered. The Soldier goes careening off into the distance, landing metres away.
" Firaga!"
A bolt of fire arcs from the tip of my Keyblade, searing the air as it thuds into the armoured chest of the Heartless. It dissipates into shadow, the heart contained within floating skyward. It's not mine. I didn't expect it to be.
I'm not given too long to contemplate this, as a Neo Shadow sneaks along the floor, two-dimensional. It enters the third dimension, winding up to take a swing at me. It soon finds a Keyblade lodged in its ribcage. Damn straight. But there's more. Many, many more, in fact. All shadows and Neo Shadows, but still way too many in my opinion.
The kid gloves are off.
My thumb slides along the hand-guard, pushing loose the catch located at its edge. I swing the Keyblade, and with a rattle, the long chain held within the hollow blade swings free. The chain, about the length of the blade itself, is tipped with a bladed spike. Instantly, the spike coils itself around the blade, forming a helix, floating around the Keyblade and spinning slowly. The spike almost grazes my wrist when it goes by. By it's own volition, the chain lunges straight from the tip of my outstretched blade, planting itself in a Shadow. See, the Chainblade portion of my Keyblade responds directly to my will. As such, it can move independently of the rest of the weapon. It's pretty neato. Within seconds the whole group has been killed, victims of Dusk's Obsession (My Keyblade) and its Chainblade attachment. I sense another a ways behind me.
I swing my Keyblade to my back, extending the Chainblade straight out. The wet thud I hear means it's connected well. I turn my head, and my eyes widen. I killed a Dusk.
The familiar black ellipsis of blackness from behind me indicates their presence. I look straight ahead.
" Well, look who it is!"
" Hello, Demyx." I sigh.
I never joined the Organization. They asked me to, but I didn't. Partly because it's didn't suit me to get any old heart, but mostly because they wanted me to change my name to Uxnoj. Seriously.
" What do you want, Demyx?"
" Aww, no small talk?" Sarcastic bastard.
" You know I miss your sparkling conversational skills, bud, but I really have no time. So I ask you again, what do you want?"
" The Organization wants me to stop you."
" Don't flatter yourself. You could never take me out. So you must have another reason for coming here." As I say this I swing the Chainblade to the side, dispatching a water clone with ease.
" Nope, I gotta take you down, Juno."
" You gotta try, you mean." I notice Demyx has brought his Sitar, " Who fights with a musical instrument? Had the Organization already handed out the useful weapons when you joined?" I wheel around to face him for the first time. He certainly looked determined. I guess it's time to fight…
Dusk's Obsession lunges independently, the Chainblade straight in front of it. It almost touches Demyx. It wants bloodshed. The ornate gilded silver edges of the ancient weapon glint in the rising moonlight. The prongs of the blade, a mishmash of wings and fangs are down turned, seemingly eager to end a life. Unlike other Keyblade wielders, I had to work for mine. It's original owner, a man of twenty, had tried to kill me with it. I defeated him, and the Keyblade transferred itself to me. Dusk's Obsession, you see, recognises power as a test of worth. It follows those with the strength to wield it properly. With it, I began to formulate my plan.
I leap high into the air, bringing my Keyblade to bear. As gravity takes hold, I push myself off from a rocky outcrop, launching myself at Demyx. He brings his sitar in front of him, my blade clanging near silently against the neck of the instrument. My feet planted firmly either side of it, I propel myself back into the air, frost forming on the tip of my outstretched weapon.
" Blizzaga!"
A ball of cold shoots from the Keyblade. Demyx jumps slightly, the frost impacting where his feet used to be. Idiot. He lands on the ground that is now slick with a layer of ice. Within seconds he is sprawled on the floor. By now I've landed, walked over to where he is, and raised my blade.
Blackness envelops him, dragging him away from my swing.
Demyx clearly realises he's outclassed. His last words to me echo through the air;
" I'm still gunning for you, Juno!"
I'm not too scared by this.
My name is Juno Kizaki. At least, that's what it used to be, when I was human. I am a Nobody. And a damn good one, it seems. I retained my human form, but I'd lost my very soul. Something is clearly missing. A life devoid of emotions just doesn't suit me. So I'm searching to get my original heart back, with the help of Dusk's Obsession. This Keyblade carries the ability to inter a heart back into a heartless body. Like mine. My mission is simple enough; Search for and eliminate Heartless until I find the one made from my heart. Then, use Dusk's Obsession to restore it to my body. Only then will I be whole again.
You don't have a mental picture of me. Come to think of it, who am I writing to? Oh well… I am tall, I forget just how tall. My eyes, once blue, are now yellow for some reason, and I have black hair, short cropped around my head. Currently I am wearing a black trench coat, with a similarly black shirt underneath. And jeans, which I find are something of a rarity throughout the worlds. So there you go, that's me.
I watch the sun rise, the warm glowing ball of light cresting Hollow Bastion's horizon. I've never liked the sun, I like it even less now that I'm lacking a heart. Still, I sense something… unusual in the air. Some strange tension, almost a premonition of some future conflict. I sniff the air; Nothing out of the ordinary, and Lord knows my nose could smell it if there was. Something different, as if the boundaries of the World were being compromised. An outsider is coming.
I enjoy watching the Hollow Bastion Restoration Committee. They give me a welcome break from hunting Heartless. But something is wrong. There is a strong smell of Heartless in the air. It pervades the atmosphere, a…. a stench of …wrongness. An alien smell, that no matter how many times I encounter it, it never becomes natural. The entire Committee rushes out of the home of the wizard, Merlin. They can sense it too.
From a distance, I follow the group, and- Holy SHIT!
Thousands of Heartless swarm the ruins at the edge of the town, around the blue rock plains. The mother load. Jackpot. Without hesitation I dive into the swarm, swinging my hand behind me, the Keyblade snaps into being, pulled from the ether by some mysterious link. The Chainblade rattled in the hollow shaft of Dusk's Obsession. It wouldn't be prudent to release it yet. I land, my Keyblade stretched in front of me, cleaving a waiting Shadow in two. It's heart floats away. Not mine. Oh well, there's still several thousand left. But my current thoughts are on the hundred or so facing me now.
I dive, spin and slash, throwing myself through the Heartless' ranks. I land several metres away. In unison, maybe twenty Heartless dissipate into shadow, hearts that aren't mine floating free. I click free the Chainblade, allowing it to spin above my head, before slamming it down into the nearest target. Still not my heart…
Still on the ground, I spin the Keyblade 360 degrees, slicing a whole lot of feet. Here's a fun fact: Seems Heartless die if you cut off their feet. A curtain of shadow surrounds me. Surveying the scene, I notice that all the Heartless I've axed so far have been replaced. Time to beat a hasty retreat…
Jump!
And I'm away. I rise higher and higher, waiting for a handhold or platform to land on. Oh poop. I'm sinking… Gravity is a bitch. The swarms of Heartless converge on my landing point, stretching upwards, waiting with outstretched claws for my impending arrival. I point my Keyblade straight down, into the heart of the crowd.
" FIRAGA!"
A massive bolt of fire leaps from the tip of my Keyblade, slamming into the swarm. They scatter in a wave of fire and darkness. I land in the centre of this, it's all very dramatic. This time, I jump forward, up and over the black swarm. Wall jumping, I leap back over the swarm again, aiming for an edge on the opposite wall. Just for fun, I point Dusk's Obsession skyward:
" Thundaga!"
Bolts of lightning impact into the swarm, hearts (not mine) floating upwards. Landing, I jerk forwards a little at the impact. I start to run. I stop before the area lovingly called the Great Maw. There are a large number of Armoured Knight and Surveillance Robot Heartless gathered in the Maw, crammed from wall to wall in the blue valley.
My eyes are drawn to the centre of the writhing mass, where some shit seems to be going down. A man… no, a boy, is jumping through the swarm, slicing through Heartless viciously. Fighting at his side are…. Huh, that's really weird… He's-… He's fighting with a duck and a dog. They're clearly outsiders.
Suddenly, Dusk's Obsession jerks in my hand, pointing at the boy, almost tearing out of my hand as it struggles to reach him. I study the boy intently, wondering why. Then I notice his weapon. It's a Keyblade. He's a wielder, just like me… Wait! That means…
The fundamental rule of using Dusk's heart reclamation ability is that my Keyblade needs to have a connection with the heart before I can take it. This doesn't mean I need to kill the Heartless to reclaim it's heart, but I do need to come into contact with it. And this boy is stealing these hearts from me, reducing my chances of finding mine…. If he gets hold of my Heartless counterpart before I do, it's over… A lifetime of incompleteness…
I need to stop this. My eyes wander over the Heartless army, I pick a spot fairly far away from the fighting party, and dive towards it. Gravity closes around me, and I fall towards the spot at an alarming rate. I probably should have thought of that before I jumped… Oh well. Pointing the Keyblade out in front of me, I slam into the ground, my blade impaling itself into the dirt. I flip, landing softly on the blue dirt, swinging Dusk out of the ground. As luck would have it, I'd actually impaled a Heartless on impact. I swing my weapon, slicing clean through a Surveillance Robot.
Slowly, I carve a path of slaughter towards the other wielder, taking care to inspect each heart, to see if it matched. Course, none of 'em do, but it doesn't hurt. As I approach, I can hear the sounds of battle. I draw in closer, and I can catch a glimpse of the struggle of the others. The duck raises a staff, calling a name as a focuser.
" Sora!"
A green nimbus encircles the boy, the signs of a Cure spell.
Sora…
So we work to destroy the Heartless, one unaware of the other, both equally successful. Ironically, this… Sora wouldn't have survived without my intervention. There were simply too many, and more and more were flooding into the Great Maw every minute. Soon, the area was almost devoid of Heartless. There were only two left. Sore spins, axing one. The other steps up from behind him, aiming a swing. I roll my eyes, sigh, point my Keyblade, and focus on a particular point in the air:
" Magnega!"
The Heartless was dragged into the air, floating in one spot, spinning slowly. A quick jump and a slash on my part was all it took. Sora spins to look me in the eye.
" Oh! Uh, thanks…"
" Don't worry about it." I point Dusk right at him.
" A Keyblade?!" The dog exclaims…. The only word I can use to describe it is goofily.
" Yeah." I can't help but allow my indignation to show on my face. " Let me get straight to the point. Stop killing Heartless. Until I get my heart back, they're all mine."
" Huh?! W-wait a minute… Until you get your heart back? You're a-"
" A Nobody, yes. One without a soul. I'm getting my heart back, one way or the other. When you kill Heartless, you're stealing their hearts. If you kill the one who has MY heart, I can't get it back. So stop killing Heartless."
" We can't do that!" The duck burbles.
" Look, you're going to stop stealing my kills. Either you stop voluntarily, or I'll stop you myself. I swear to god, I'm not above kicking your asses, children."
Sore crouches into a battle stance, and the duck and dog draw weapons.
" Ugh. Fine." I launch myself at Sora.
Our blades collide, sparks flying. I notice something. Three against one wouldn't normally be fair. With me, however, it's unbalanced in the other direction. I unlock the Chainblade, hurling my arm backwards. Both duck and dog are thrown backwards. Interestingly, they both get back up. I figure the best strategy would be to get airborne, so I throw myself skyward. What follows is a complex fight, one that shows a defiant hatred of gravity. From beginning to end, my feet never touch the ground. I would fall, attack an opponent with all my strength, which would propel me upwards when my enemies blocked. I soon lost track of time, it didn't really matter. I concentrated on the rhythm of the battle: Attack, bounce, drop. That's all that really mattered then. Dropping in to attack Sora again, I glimpse a flash of light, and... OOF!
Blackness...