Author's Note: Alright folks, I have finally been able to upload my first story. Joy to world! And just in time for my birthday., too! COUGHDEMCEMBERSEVENTHCOUGH. What? I didn't say anything. You readers sure have bad hearing. COUGHNOYOUDON'TBUYMEPRESENTSCOUGH. Anyway, this'll be a Kingdom Hearts fic, taking place over six years after the events of Kingdom Hearts and Kingdom Hearts: Chain Of Memories. Yeah, I know, it's not even released yet, but even so I've made my own little plot for the end of it that's vital to my story, so there. Well, I suppose there's not that much more to say. Note that I have an insane amount of free time, so I should be able to get chapters written pretty quickly. The bad thing about having so much free time is that I have developed an addiction to video games, and play them as much as possible. So, if I'm late getting up a chapter, it probably because I can't stop playing Viewtiful Joe or Billy Hatcher And The Giant Egg. Also, I'll except any reviews to help make the story better, but please, no flames okay? Constructive criticism works wonders for me. By the way, you'll probably be kinda confused about how our hero Sora got into this whole situation, but rest assured it will obviously be explained down the road. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've gotta do the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: You're an IDIOT if you actually think I own Kingdom Hearts. If I did, this would be the freakin' plot for KH2 and not a fanfiction on a website, don't you think? Good, because I'm not saying this every single chapter, only this one. Don't sue me, for the love of god, I've only got five bucks! What the hell can you do with five bucks, eh Tetsuya Nomura?! Thank you. Onto the story!
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"Thinking of you, wherever you are."
Soothed the voice."We pray for our sorrows to end, and hope that our hearts will blend.
Now, I will step forward to realise this wish." He couldn't help but smile.
"And who knows: maybe starting a new journey may not be so hard or maybe it has already begun." Could he do it too? Could he start a new journey?
"There are many worlds, but they share the same sky-
one sky, one destiny." The voice finished. He smiled wider, and removed the blindfold.
The darkness swallowed all.
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It was dark. And cold. And...frightening. Just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and the day before that, and so on into the farthest reaches of his mind.. He surveyed his kingdom from the top of his castle, the highest block with his family crest embeded into it elevated so he could get a better view. His shoulder-length hair flew in every direction that the artic wind blew, and he cursed himself for not putting on some warmer clothes.
"It may have been my own fault for making my subjects give up the warmth of light and plunge themselves into the icy abyss of darkness...but it matters not. It is now time to feed."
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He raised his gaze and arms upwards, as if to summon something. A second later, in a burst of purple electricity and black shadow, his most trusted viziers, servents, and friends formed into existance.
Or non-existance. They gathered around him, the platinum-haired man to his far left placing his hands respectfully behind his back as the shirtless, tatoo-covered man to his immediate right crossed his arms haughtily.
He lowered his arms and his eye glowed a terrifying golden. It began to rain hard as a massive portal of dark energy opened in the black sky, and millions of black/gold figures rained down upon the kingdom. He smirked.
"It has begun."
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A vibrant, lively town was once again at the end of another day."Same old, same old, day after day! Why can't anything interesting ever happen here?!" The citizens would exclaim in frustration, as they traveled back to their cozy little homes and tucked themselves in for the night. But four children would not go to sleep with the rest of the town, for they were not like the others who lived there. One of them especially.
This very same one held what appeared to be a strange trophey or plant of some sort on his lap as his sandy blonde hair flowrf gently in the wind. The plant itself was a blue and black mass of twists and turns, the many branches of it curving in many directions. Situated at the end of each branch was a perfectly round stone. The other three children- his friends- were sitting on top of the tower overlooking Twilight Town as well: a boy with a serious yet gentle face and a blue and white headband on his forehead to keep his long black hair out of his eyes, another boy with an energetic and confident air around him and blonde hair that spiked straight upwards, and finally a sullen, almost depressed looking young girl in orange with long black hair.
"So it's finally time, huh?"The boy with the spiked hair asked curiously as one by one the other three children were tossed a stone from the trophey/plant object for themselves and examined it.
The sandy-haired boy looked down at Twilight Town for a few seconds, before taking his own stone off of the thing in his hands. The other three children's stones were now glowing strangely, but his was not.
Finally, the boy motioned for the other's to follow suit as he held his stone up to the sun. It glinted mangificently off the sunset's reflection.
"....Something so simple...."
"I'll take that as a yes."The other blonde boy laughed.
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A young girl watched the sunset from the place that overlooked Twilight Town. She knew she should be getting home soon, it's best not to be out after dark in Twilight Town if you valued your life, but she just couldn't help but watch the sunset. It was so beautiful, how the light turned everything red- the sky, the clouds, the ocean just beside the town, and that mysterious little island that nobody was allowed to go to.
Of course, she knew what lie there, but it was okay to want to go back just as long as you didn't....right?
"There I go, remembering the good old days again."The girl said with a laugh as a gentle breeze ruffled her shoulder-length red hair and blue skirt. She couldn't go back home anyway, not when she was meeting someone here.
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"What took you so long, Kairi?" A voice questioned. The girl in question smiled excitedly, then immediatly turned around.
Leaning up against the tall old tree behind her was a man,dressed entirely in a long black raincoat with the hood up over his face. While nothing could be discerened of the top part of his pale face, if you looked hard enough you would see many shocks of crimson hair, and warpaint just under his eyes.
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It brought a smile to her face, for some god-foresaken reason, doing this. It fealt right, fealt almost refreshing. She stuffed the long letter into the bottle, and sat down at the beach's shore. A gentle, albeit cold breeze russled her shoulder-length blondish hair, and she placed the bottle into the tide.
"A world without you..."
She blinked when she felt droplets of water hit her, and she looked up to find the sky suddenly pitch black and billowing with clouds, a few rays of light barely shining threw them. It began raining very hard, and she stood up and ran to find cover from the cold of the rain. It was good that she did, because the cold rain was the least of the coming problems.
The portal manifested itself abrubtly, and the army of black/gold figures fell to reap havok upon the people. Among the turbulent seas, two figures stepped out of the water and walked upon it as if it were solid. They were both short and identicle, save for their color. One was a dark purple, and possessing only it's left, golden eye. The other figure was golden yellow and possessing only it's right, purple eye. Both had a half of the same crest embeded into their chest; a black heart with red edges, and what appeared to be thorns sticking out of the sides. The two both reached down and picked up the bottle together, examining it. A cold, raspy voice eminated from the purple one.
"My kin shall not be pleased."
An equally raspy one came from the golden. "Nor shall mine. They would certainly end our existance should they learn of this."
They sighed together, and then spoke in unison as well. "But, it must be done, for the survival of the Omniworld and our master." With that, they turned and tossed the bottle back into the stormy seas, then disappeared. They had prepared the letter in the bottle for a long, long journey.
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A silent, horrific moonlit beach full of black crags and broken rocks rested before an increasingly turbulent sea of dark water. The sky, like everything else here, was unbelievably black. The massive moon shone dimly above.
A glowing, broken crest appeared on one of the crags for but a second, before it too was swallowed into darkness. A figure, transparent for a moment as he passed through the crag like some kind of ghost, took a few steps forward to survey his normally horrifying surroundings. The hood of the raincoat he wore covered all of his features from view, save for the bottom half of his pale, stern face.
A single eye glowed yellow from beneath the darkness of the hood.
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The sunset was slowly giving way to night, and everyone knew you shouldn't be out at night in Twilight Town. The sandy-haired boy ignored that completely, as he ran down the street as fast as possible. A white/silver creature was what he was running after, and it was putting up a good chase. Finally he was begining to catch up to the creature as it crawled along walls and stretched it's body like elastic to get around faster. At the last moment, the creature created a small, blue portal of dark energy against the wall and entered. The boy jumped, defying gravity as he ran along the wall, and then he followed.
Now in a realm of complete blackness, he got to his feet atop what appeared to be the circular roof of a massive pillar, the sides covered with stained glass windows of varying shapes and sizes. He knew where he was, he had been here before- and lost a battle he was not prepared to face at the time. But now, he wouldn't loose.
A massive creature completed by white armor and long, scarf-like tendrils steming from around it's neck rose up above him. The boy narrowed his eyes. "Hello again, Darkside."
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A figure wrapped up entirely in red bandages walked into the large room, shooed his servant away and settled himself contently in his favirote armchair with a glass of wine. It was the good life, ruling Twilight Town, and he really couldn't ask for more. Okay, so that was a lie. Truth is, there were many things on his agenda that he hadn't yet done, and it all involved a certain special boy.
The creature took another sip of wine through the parting in the bandages around his fanged mouth,then smiled to himself."You gonna watch me here all day, or are you gonna show yourself?"
The man in the raincoat stepped again out of the shadows, striding across the room and stopping so the creature was across the table from him."So, what's new?"The creature asked casually as it sipped some more wine.
"You know why I'm here."The hooded man replied darkly.
The creature stiffened visibly."Er...y-yes, I know."
"Then you know what will happen if you send a Darkless after him again."
"...Yes. Yes, I do."
There was silence between the two for a few seconds, before the man in the raincoat again spoke with a slight turn of his head to look at the bandaged creature. "They cannot learn of our plans, Ansem."
The creature threw his head back and laughed horribly, not caring that he accidently dropped his glass of wine in his excitement. "You are a funny one, you know that?"He said after regaining his composure again.
With another shadowed glare, the man in the raincoat turned and left the room in his usual way of fading in and out of reality. Only his voice was left on the wind's breath.
"Something so natural...."
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The man with the glowing eye slowly walked along the beach. Finally, he stopped when he came to yet another person that was also dressed in a hooded raincoat. This person was sitting cross legged on a rock with his hands calmly placed over his knee, watching the stormy black seas.
With one glance at the sitting person, the hooded man with the glowing eye inclined his head so as to look out to the ocean."Utter silence...."He whispered, mostly to himself.
The sitting man turned his head to face the newcomer."He looks just like you."He said with the smallest of smiles.
The standing man shifted uncomfortably for a few seconds, hoping not to have to reply to that sentence."...It's starting."The sitting person raised an eyebrow under his hood, then stood up and crossed his arms over his chest."Is it now?"He then laughed a strange, almost unreal laugh before speaking again."One will destroy, while the other will save. Correct?"
The hooded man looked at his counterpart with his glowing eye.
"The third key....."
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A figure covered from head to toe in a black raincoat walked forward, stopping at the edge of the crest-bearing, fully-elevated block. He stared downwards for the longest time, moving his lips as if saying a long sentence. But no words came out. Only silence. Utter silence.
The unknown man looked upwards and raised his arms. Short bursts of shadow and lightning scattered around the area, manifesting four figures dressed in the same raincoats as their leader. They stood to their feet, walking briskly towards him and coming to a halt around him. One of them calmly put his hands behind his back, and another crossed his arms.
"The Thirteenth Order. Has it been stationed yet?" The man with the arms behind his back asked.
"Indeed. In addition, we are all that is left." The man to their leader's far right replied.
"Am I supposed to be sad?" Sneered the crossed armed man.
"Not really, I suppose. That Almasy boy did bother me. Moving on. What of-" The man to their leader's immediate left was cut off once again by the cocky man with his arms crossed.
"Ansem's other report? Taken care of it. What say you, boss-man?"
All of them turned to their leader, the one who had summoned him. He smiled and moved his mouth. But this time, words came out.
"I say that it has begun once again."
A black blindfold gently fell in the cold breeze toward that speaker. In a flash of dazzling lights, a long weapon, black with a red handle, manifested in his hands. He slashed it downwards, slicing the discarded blindfold into broken halves. His smile broke into an insane grin. "Wake up, Sora."
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Glowing eyes opened quickly as a fanged mouth gave a loud yelp. He sat up on the cold stone bed, the paper-thin blanket he had been given falling off of him. After taking a second to regain his composure, the pitch black figure let out a disgruntled sigh and rested his head in one of his clawed hands.
"It was that dream again." The creature known as Sora whispered. "But this time...there was more to it."
Sora swung his legs off the side of the hard bed and got to his feet, stretching for a minute before moving towards the 5-inch thick bars of his cell. There were no windows or clocks in his cell, but there was one just on the wall outside. The sky was still dark, but just showing signs of daybreak. He'd been here long enough to tell the time merely by how dark it was outside, so he could guess it was probably around
five or six o'clock. He sighed and turned, pacing around the room.
The cell itself was actually quite expansive, but there were no lights whatsoever save for the little that came from the lightposts outside his room. The massive space of the dark cell only served to remind him how alone he was. It was wet in here and very cold, though considering it wasn't possible for him to feal warmth any longer it didn't much matter. There was a very small bed made from solid stone, and he was only given a blanket, but no pillows. There was also a very old, very beaten up oak chair next to the bars that he was sure would fall apart the next time he sat down on it. Otherwise, the cell was completely empty.
"I just don't get it. I've been having that dream for almost every day I've been here. But lately, more parts seem to be adding onto it." Sora whispered to himself, pacing faster around in the darkness. "And what do those numbers mean? They always count down from thirteen, but always stop at two." To top things off, every time one of the numbers were shown he swore he could see words scattered around, possibly forming sentences, but he just couldn't see them clearly to tell what they said.
What is this all supposed to mean?
He thought, pondering the meaning of the dreams for the umpteenth time. They definitely weren't normal dreams, he could feal a strange prescene there with him, guiding him through the dream. Then, is this prescense trying to show me these things? Is it trying to tell me something? Well, it's obvious I'm not getting out of this damned prison for a very long time, if ever, so what does it want with me?Sora stopped pacing, sitting down on his stone bed. He sighed and reached behind him, pulling out a old, beaten and battered picture from his back pocket. The picture showed a brown haired boy, at least fifteen or sixteen years old, who had either arm slung around the shoulders of a black-furred knight who was grinning happily and a short, white-feathered wizard who was winking and pointing to himself with his thumb, obviously trying to look cool. The knight had inched his long arm past the boy and had his hand right behind the wizard's head, only extending two fingers. The wizard hadn't noticed, but rest assured he proceeded to scream and shout at the knight for ruining the picture after it was taken.
There was another person, a bit taller then the first boy. He had shoulder-length silver hair and was grinning, his arms folded over his chest. It was apparent though that he wasn't standing very close to the others. The fifth and final person was even shorter then the wizard, covered mostly by a black hooded raincoat. He was smiling slightly, but it was a sad, depressed smile. One black gloved hand was scratching the ears of a tan-furred dog.
"I wish you were you here."Sora muttered, barely disernable over the howl of the wind."I wish I could tell you all what was going on, and I wish we could get through this together. But...you're not here. I am. Only...me."
CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!
Sora's head snapped upwards at the sound of the guard's heavy metallic footsteps. He put the photo back into his pocket and leaped into a far corner, letting himself be concealed by the darkness.
"Yeah, so, who's my roomate going to be?" A young voice asked.
"..."
"Hello? Anyone in there?"
"..."
"Oh come on! Sure we hate eachother, and I did kick your ass pretty good, and yeah, so technicly I nearly cut off your friend's arm and stabbed you in the stomach and kinda knocked out some of your stupid black teeth, but that dosen't mean we can't be friends!"
"Don't you ever shut up?!" The dark, gruff voice of the guard monster roared.
"Only when my vocal cords give out, buddy."
"...I hate my job."
The guard, which was one of the many green skinned, seven feet tall, horned creatures called 'orcs' that serve as wardens in the prison, came into view in front of Sora's cell. From what he had overheard from the guard's many conversations, the orcs had been enslaved by the owner of this place, who just happened to be incredibly powerful. Due to their strength and lust for battle, they had been stationed as the guards and wardens for the prisoners. And this paticular orc was leading a hand-cuffed, black haired young man along with him. The man was dressed in tattered purple clothing and his hair had been spiked directly backwards, leaving only a few bangs to fall over his eyes.
"Umm...hate to break it to you, but there's nobody in there. I must of clocked you really hard if you forgot the cell I'm goin' to. Or maybe you're just really stupid, I'm not sure."The man laughed.
"Shut up! He's in there, he's just not showing himself." The orc growled in reply.
Sora took this time to speak up, his form still hidden in the shadows. "Six years I have been here, never has one of your guards been foolish enough to put another living being here with me. Why start now? Do you hate this person that much?"
"Yeah, actually, I do. However, this is orders straight from the man upstairs himself."The orc said.
What? The person who owns this damned place is actually ordering someone into my cell? As far as I know, that's never even happened before.
Sora thought bitterly. On numerous occasions he had overheard the guards calling him the most dangerous prisoner they've ever had. The orcs had debated many times over putting another prisoner who had been given a death sentence in the same cell as him, but quickly would decide that "nobody deserves to have their heart ripped out". Why would they start now?"Get your ass in there!" The orc yelled, opening the cell door just enough to shove the young man in and then slam it shut behind him. "Hey kid, I'm hopin' you'll kill him or something! Maybe I'll give you a bit more food if you do, eh?" The creature laughed and walked away to patrol the grounds.
The young man looked semi-nervous now. "Hey, er...whoever you are, I know you'd probably like more food or something, but I kinda like being alive and everything, so-"
"I'm not going to kill you. Contrary to popular belief, I'm not a murderer." Sora replied, stepping out of the shadows so he just happened to be standing right in front of the young man. He let out a yell and jumped at least a foot in the air, then ran to the other side of the room and backed up against the wall.
"Holy crap! They put me in here with a freaking Heartless!"
Sora let out yet another sigh. "I know what I look like. But I told you, I'm not a killer. I'm not going to take your heart or anything." The man visibily seemed to relax, but still was tensed up and looked ready to fight. Well, he dosen't look like any Heartless I've ever seen. The man thought, looking Sora up and down. The strange Heartless-like creature he was seeing was slightly taller then the others of his kind, possessing spikey black hair that seemed to jut out in all directions. His eyes were the same glowing yellow orbs as the rest of the Heartless he'd seen, but they carried a strange sense of warmth, sorrow, and intellegence, completely unlike the emptiness he had seen in the other Heartless' eyes. He also possessed a mouth, barely disernable when closed but completely apparent when open due to the gleaming white fangs. Long, zig-zag antennae steming from within his hair went all the way down his back.
Also unlike the Heartless, Sora wore clothes. He had a simple black shirt with no sleeves and a silver crown design embroadered onto his chest. Over that he wore a long-sleeved black jacket with a silver zipper going down the front(though he kept it unzipped), and covering his hands were black gloves. The fingertips of the gloves had been ripped off in order to make room for sharp clawed fingers. There was a silver strap over the backs of the glove, and somehow bonded to the material of the strap was a silver, disc-shaped object. A black belt with metal silver edges and lining around the many holes of the belt held up baggy black pants, a silver metal chain hanging on one side of the pants. He wore no shoes, leaving his three-toed, clawed feet bare.
"What's your name?" The man asked, suddenly very interested in who this strange Heartless was.
"...It's Sora."
The young man moved closer, extending his hand. "Well, hi Sora. It's nice to meet you, I guess. I'm Zack." Sora glanced a Zack's hand, pausing for a moment. Then his clawed hand grasped Zack's in a handshake, and Zack visibly shivered. Man, he's colder then anything I've ever fealt before! His skin's gotta be at below zero tempertures or something!
"Sorry." Sora said regretfully, quickly letting go of Zack's hand.
"It's fine." Zack replied. "So, what are you in for?"
"Besides the obvious?" Sora said as he walked over and sat down on the stone bed. "Well...let's just say I'm not very popular around here, okay?" Zack laughed. "Me neither. Those monster guys have been chasing me for a while, and I can probably guess it's cause of Avalanche."
Sora's glowing eyes blinked. "Avalanche? What's that?"
Zack smiled proudly, grabbing the oak chair and spinning around around so it's back was facing and sitting down with either leg over the sides. "My 'terriorist' group. Well, truth is it's not really mine, but I took over once a friend of mine, Barret, was killed."His voice broke at this point, and Sora suddenly realised that it was probably a Heartless that killed him. Zack perked back up, changing the subject back onto Avalanche. "We travel around worlds, kickin' Heartless ass and hoping to stop 'em once and for all. You....do know about worlds and stuff, right?" He added, unsure.
Sora half-smirked. "Of course. But I thought traveling between worlds required a Gummi Ship?"
"It does." Zack replied. "We found a bunch of these weird meteors, which I assume is this Gummi stuff your talking about. You'd be amazed at how smart my bud Nanaki is, he figured out that those weird blocks traveled threw worlds and built a huge ship out of them using Cid's blueprints for the Highwind."
"Cid?!" Sora exclaimed, leaping off the bed and right down in front of Zack. "Cid Highwind?!"
Zack blinked, startled. "Wha? How do you know Cid?"
Sora's eyes were wide in shock. He just couldn't believe that this strange young man knew who Cid was. "He was a friend of a mine, a long time ago." He whispered. "Wow, that's unbelivable! How's the guy doin'? Does he still spew out cusses every two words?" Zack replied.
Sora didn't reply for a moment, thinking. "Huh? Oh yeah..." He said, trailing off. Zack is friends with Cid? That's just unbelievable. Did he grow up in Hollow Bastion too?
"Anyway, I guess we can talk about this stuff when we get out of here, right?"Zack said with a grin.
Sora blinked. "What? Get out of here?"
"Well, duh. You don't actually expect me to just sit around here for the rest of my damn life, do you?"
Sora let out a sigh as he sat down on the bed once again. "Let me explain something to you, Zack."He began. "I've been here for six years. For the first month I was here, I spent every day and every night planning and attempting to break myself out of here to find my friends. And every single time I tried, I failed. In punishment, the orcs would torture me for around a week, and then they'd cut off my food for another week. But I kept trying, and each time they'd break just a little more of my spirit. Finally I realised I was fighting a loosing battle, and gave up. Zack, I don't mean to be so blunt, but you're never going to get out of here. You will live out the rest of your life in this hell hole and you will die in here."
Zack stared at Sora for the longest while, never blinking. His face was serious. Then, he burst into a fit of laughter. "What?"Sora said over the sound of Zack's laughter. "What the hell is so funny?! You're going to die here! There is no escape! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU LAUGHING?!"
Zack just smiled, rubbing the tears of laughter from his eyes. "Sorry. It just strikes me funny that you think I didn't come here prepared."He said, chuckling under his breath. "I've been in prison more times then I can count, me and the other Avalanche members have pretty much worked out a solution."
With that, he opened his mouth wide and reached inside, grabbing onto one of his teeth and pulling as hard as possible. For a few minutes there was silence between them, until finally Zack ripped out the tooth and held it up for examination, seemingly ignoring the fact that his mouth was now incredibly bloody.
"Got this idea from a movie. Come here, will ya?"He asked, spitting out some of the blood. Sora obeyed, walking forward cautiously and wondering if Zack had just gone insane. He was suprised to see that the top of the tooth appeared to be mechanical. "What in the..."
Zack grinned. "This baby sends out a new kind of radio signal back to Avalanche HQ. It's a special signal we spent ages working on; Nanaki found some way to nearly simulate the world-traversing properties of those- what did you call them? Gummi? Eh, I'm not quite sure how it all works, never did pay any attention in science class..."
Sora was amazed. "Let me get this straight. Your tooth is some kind of mini-radio tower that sends out a distress signal across worlds and straight to your friends? That's ingenious! I didn't even know you could simulate the effects of Gummi Blocks!"
"You can't, really. At least, not on anything physical. Or...something like that, I'm not the smart guy of the team, really. Nanaki said something about the mechanics of the meteor's quantum-dimensional something-or-another properties surpassing the brain capacity of a normal human...or something."
Sora was very interested now. "So, this Nanaki you keep talking about isn't human?"
"Naw man, I'm not even sure what the heck he is. Dosen't matter anyway, but he's way smarter then even that bastard Hojo, and that's something, believe me. Anywho, Nanaki said that the vast untapped energies within the Gummi stuff could not be contained or reproduced within another corporeal object, but they could be nearly mimiced in the form of another energy form in the electro-magnetic spectrum similar to radio waves, but completely different from them at the same time." Zack explained, all the while straining to remember the exact wording.
"Amazing. And I thought you weren't the science buff?" Sora asked, interested to know how Zack could remember all those complicated things.
"Ah, that's the blessing and the curse of a near-photographic memory. But we're getting off topic here. See, once this tooth comes out of my mouth, the little machine thingies register that I need help, so it sends out the signal across worlds, which can only be read by Nananki's special machine thing in our Gummi Ship. In about an hour, they'll send back the signal, which is basicly like saying "Yo dude, we're on our way". They storm the castle, we break out, clamber on the Gummi Ship, and off we go back to our home world."
Sora, for once, actually found himself smiling. Unbelievable. This Zack guy...he's actually making me believe we can do it. He's so happy, so carefree....reminds me of Goofy, in a way. Maybe...this time, I can get out of here.
Zack laughed, standing back up and walking over to Sora in order to put his arm around his shoulder. "Yeah, I'm gettin' my ass out of here, and you're comin' with me."He said with a grin. "Are you sure your friends will accept a Heartless?"Sora asked, a tinge of sorrow mixed in with his voice.
"Of course! I'm a pretty damn good judge of character, and I can tell your a nice guy under that Heartless look you have. Besides, I'm sure you and Vincent will hit it off! You've both got that whole dark, brooding, "Oh my god, life sucks" thing goin'."
Sora laughed. "Yeah, okay. I'll come with you."
Zack laughed again and clapped him on the back. "Good! Then maybe you can join Avalanche!"
"You know, I just might." Sora replied with another smile. He couldn't explain it, but Zack just had the strange ability to make it impossible not to be happy-and hopeful-when around him.
CLANK! CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!
"Hey you two, shut up in there! No talking 'till sunrise! The only sounds I wanna hear comin' from this cell are screams of pain, alright!" The guard roared, having returned from patrolling the grounds and now stationing himself to guard the cell."Right, right!" Zack yelled back. "Keep your socks on, beautiful, we'll shut up!"
"Relax, orcs have terrible hearing. Whisper and they won't even here a peep." Sora whispered, and indeed, the guard made no reaction.
"Well, that's good to know." Zack replied, lowering his voice to a whisper as well. He took Sora's hand, shivering slightly but trying not to make it apparent, and gave him the tooth. "Listen, I was up all night running from these orc guys, so I'm gonna catch a few zees before the calvary arrive. This tooth will vibrate in an hour when the signal is sent back, so wake me up when it does, kay?"
"Alright." Sora said with a nod.
"Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to dreamland." Zack whispered, and with that, he collapsed onto the stone bed and was asleep within two seconds. Sora smiled. This time, he would make it out.
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At the very top of the highest tower of the prison, stood the owner of this "hell hole", as the prisoners called it. The cold wind blew his black hooded raincoat around in the wind. Suddenly, in an array of dazzling blue lights, a figure teleported behind him. This man was tall, with frosty white hair that was wavy and hung down on the side of his face. He was dressed in elaborate black clothes and robes. Embedded into his forehead was a dull stone, the murky grey-brown of it contrasting greatly with the vibrant glow of his crimson eyes.
"Master, all has gone acording to plan. The man and the creature have already begun planning to escape, just as you foresaw. I must say, it is a brillant move, sire." The white-haired man said.
The hooded man in the raincoat inclined his head to look at his most trusted servent over his shoulder. "The brilliance is in the victory, not the beggining."He growled, his strange voice seeming too inhuman to exist. "Of course, I am curious to see how the creature handles the final stage of my plan before we let him escape."
"I wonder...do you think it was cause him to use it?"The white-haired man asked curiously.
"You are a fool. He abandoned that long ago. Remember, when they are captured at the front gate, order them to be brought to me."
"Of course, sire." The white-haired man bowed again, and teleported away in another show of blue lights and energy. The man in the raincoat smiled. All was going according to plan. "The first test is over, creature. You have passed with flying colors. Now...how you will handle the second trials?"
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Author's Note: Okay, I'm in the process of writing the second chapter now, so be patient. It should be up in a few days(cause I'm just that cool). COUGHBIRTHDAY'SDECEMBERSEVENTHCOUGH. Man, does anyone have some cough drops?
