The Unknown Keyblade Master- Ookami's tale
Disclaimer: If I owned Kingdom Hearts, I doubt I'd be writing this. And anyways, a good deal of the plot is Spyke's I'm just "borrowing" it and plan to return it. ;)
Okay, we all know this isn't my plot right? And if you didn't then nyah to you too. If you want the original version, it's in my favourite stories and is The Unknown Keyblade Master Revised by Dark-Spyke. Check it out. Very awesome. And Spyke, sorry I borrowed this without your permission. ::bows:: I was bored out of my wits and needed something to do... I'll try to keep this up with his, and it will focus around Ookami mostly. It's gonna be hard though, as I'm not aloud to change anything that wouldn't make it flow with Spyke's... Though I'll probably find some things I think would be better one way and branch my story that way. Sorry again Spyke! Major writers block on all my main stories at the moment. ::tear tear::
A red haired female sat up on a brick wall, watching the shadows dance across the ground bellow her. Her black sneakers squeaked as they were pressed together, and her baggy blue jeans rustled slightly and she played with the tassel on her navy blue hoodie.
Something moved in the corner of her eye, and she turned her head to see a person walk through a gate and she sighed, bored out of her wits. With nothing to do on a night such as this, she decided she could at least she who was home.
Hopping down, she turned her back to the gate the figure had walked through earlier, used to shadowy behavior, and walked to the opposite one, humming a strange tune under her breath as she went.
Pushing open the door, she looked at the district she was leaving and flashed it a peace sign, as if someone was there to see it and skipped to the building she called home, next to the accessory shop, and ignored the chains on the door, climbing in a window.
She was never quite sure the chains were on the front door, and she supposed it was because she and her friends were simply too lazy to take them off. She had entered a kitchen, and pulled a bottle of Lemonade from the fridge and drank it on her way to the living room, where a brown haired male was playing a video game with the help of another female.
"When's Spyke coming home?" the first female asked, pouting slightly, arms folded over her chest.
Another female, with brown hair, wearing black jeans and black boots with a white tee shirt sighed, hanging her head and shaking it slowly, as if annoyed with the first's clueless ness.
"When he gets home?" she said.
"Nyah! Not a fair answer Kitsune!" the female pouted still.
"If I didn't know better I'd say something was going on between you two," said a blonde male in all black.
"There is nothing there, only a lot of empty space Zell," the female snorted.
"Suuure," the male sighed, sipping a cold Pepsi before handing it to the female to sip.
"Whatever," she sighed.
The door opened and the female quickly turned to see who it was and jumped up quickly and walked to who had entered, a short male with brown hair and eyes, wearing mostly black clothing.
"Hey, Spyke," She smiled, waving slightly.
"Hi, Ookami," the male, Spyke, replied.
"Who are your friends?" Kitsune asked.
"Well, Kitsune, they're Donald, Goody and the All-Powerful Keyhole Sealer, Sora," Spyke replied, in a half mocking, half serious tone.
"Well, if you hadn't told us, I'd never had guessed that," the brown haired male who had been playing video games but quit replied.
"God, Josh, and I thought I was sarcastic," Spyke sighed.
"I was serious..."
"Yeah, you being serious? That'll be the day," Zell said, wrinkling his nose in mock disbelief.
"You always have to bring 'im down, don't you, Zell?" Ookami asked.
"It's in his job description," Spyke joked.
Ookami wanted to point out that none of them had jobs, but had a feeling that it might leave to the disappearance of their house, and the door Spyke had entered with the apparently fake chains. She'd lived there how long and didn't know they were fake?
"Hey, where's Xilver?" Spyke asked, snapping Ookami out of her trance as a banging noise was heard upstairs. Ookami rolled her eyes, and began to snicker, and smiled faintly as Spyke stared at the ceiling as more banging continued. "What the heck is happening up there...?" Spyke asked himself quietly.
"You come up here and I'll kill you, Spyke!" a voice from upstairs shouted.
Used to these normal actions, Ookami handed Zell his Pepsi back and sipped tiredly at lemonade, eyeing Sora with a curious eye. The brown haired male shifted slightly and Ookami plopped on the couch, by Zell's side, resting up.
The shouting continued, but everyone in the house was used to such arguments, and they always consisted of the same basic thing- something that sounds like one thing, but turns out to be something else. It got really old after a while, but a few of them fell for it every time.
After a final yell, Sora opened an eye and blinked, looking around confused. A moment after that, Spyke came tromping down the stairs, a dark haired female and a blonde male following.
"Ah, Sora, you've woken up," Spyke said and Sora stood up.
"Where are we?" the one called Sora asked.
"My place," Spyke answered in a confused tone, and Ookami felt like pounding him saying it was there place, when he continued, "Why?"
"It's a nice place, that's all."
"Hehehe... yeah, me and the others keep it runnin' pretty good," Spyke bragged.
"Hey, it's getting late," Cloud said, "We should probably get some sleep."
Ookami tuned the rest of the conversation out, and concentrated on a small black loose thread on Zell's shirt, and plucked at it slightly, as if she damaged it the whole world would blow.
Zell cast her a strange glance, and rolled his eyes when he saw what was going on. Ookami was doing weird things again, and there fore since it was weird, was nothing out of the ordinary. Especially since it had to deal with his shirt.
"Alright everyone!" Xilver shouted, the dark haired female, and was now wearing an army commander's outfit, "To bed! And march! Left! Left! Left, right, left!"
Everyone except Spyke, began marching in place and started to walk upstairs. Even such a crazy way of getting it seemed to be common in the... Vaptor household? Ookami thought about this and sighed. It wasn't the Vaptor household, it was the... Crazy Household.
She entered her room (which was next to Xilver's and many things were thus strewn about in the hall) and walked to her window and closed the curtains tight, before plopping down upon her bed, burring her face in the soft blue pillows.
The sound of talking in the halls as people said their goodnights and finished last minute conversations reminded her of a boarding school or something along those lines. Still lying on her stomach, she reached under her mattress and pulled out a worn and tattered envelope and dumped its contents on her lap as she sat up slowly.
A letter so tattered and faded that the writing could no longer be deciphered was the first thing she held up, and she sighed, every last memorized word running through her head, and she silently prayed for her grandmother, hoping she was okay in the after life.
The second object was a faded picture, crinkle lines covering a good deal of the picture. Once upon a time it had been of her whole family, about five years ago, and it was very special to her as it was the only one she had.
And finally, a gold locket, she swore she'd never wear in fear of ruining it, lay glittering sadly, if it were possible. She stroked the edges of it, humming the same strange tune under her breath and she closed her eyes, and she could almost swear she smelled cinnamon.
She carefully put her three treasures back into the envelope, and tucked it under her mattress again, knowing that no one would ever find it, and if they did, it didn't matter. No one would understand what those things stood for.
Come to think of it, no one was supposed to come in her room anyways. She had always been against it, even when her parents had still been alive...
But her thoughts were interrupted as her door creaked open and someone slid in quietly. She turned her head to see a platinum haired male in an all black outfit. She flashed him a smile, and pat the spot on her bed next to her.
He walked over and plopped down, kicking off his shoes, and staring blankly at a drawing of a dragon painted on the female's wall, staring into the evil red eyes half-heartedly and Ookami giggled.
There was one major exception to the 'no one may enter my room rule'- and that was Sephiroth. She hugged him slightly and rested her head on his shoulder, yawning slightly and closing her eyes.
"I don't get a 'hello, Ookami'?" she asked kidding.
"Nope," Sephiroth replied, casting a glance at her.
"Hn. I see how it is," Ookami snorted, "See if I ever let you in my room again."
"You will."
"I know."
"Heh."
The two sat in silence, having nothing more to say to each other. It was a strange relationship. They had little to nothing in common, and yet the could tolerate- and enjoyed, in Ookami's case- being with each other. Very rare, for the red haired female.
Ookami stood up and Sephiroth cast her a confused glance, and she stuck her tongue out at him and walked to her dresser to find some clothes. Sephiroth stared blankly, but lay back on the bed and ignored her as she changed into a shirt as large as Texas and a pair of shorts.
"You going to sleep?" Sephiroth asked, half caring.
"That's what normal people do at night," Ookami sighed.
"You shouldn't worry- you're not normal," Seph chuckled.
Ookami glared at him and he raised a hand in defeat, before opening his eyes to stare at the ceiling covered in glow in the dark stars and planets. It was strange to see such things, but Ookami had always been a mysterious person.
"Get off my bed," Ookami said, and Sephiroth obeyed, as Ookami pulled a sleeping bag out from her closet, "you sleep here- like usual..."
Sephiroth growled, as if the arrangements bothered him, but didn't complain, and Ookami turned out the lights to get a night's worth of sleep. If Kitsune only knew where Seph slept it would be the end of the bad jokes. And probably the start of new ones. Ookami groaned inwardly.