Author's Rant: It took me a while to figure out the right title for this story. I combined littlevamp's title idea and mine together in the end. So this first chapter is dedicated to her. Thanks, Lil' V! Also any Legacy of Kain fans who see this, should definitely read her work. littlevamp is a great writer and her stories are just awesome!
WARNING: This story contains spoilers from Dream Drop Distance. If you haven't already played/finished the game, turn back now.
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts and it's characters belong to Square Enix. I do own this story and Annabelle, and I make no money from this story.
This is the story of a girl who was very special to Master Xehanort; a keyblade master that history never recorded; about their relationship and how darkness destroyed it. To begin the story, we must go back many, many years ago, before they became keyblade wielders. He was seventeen years old and courting a sixteen-year-old girl other boys would die for...
A young girl, sat at the shore of the island, letting the ocean barely touch her feet. Her skin was pale, she had shoulder-length, curly dark brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. Her sleeveless white cotton dress just came past her knees. She noticed the very few people on the beach were all close to her age, in their teens. She saw one young couple kissing and both of them wore matching gold rings. She moved her knees up to her chest, trying to hide the slight sting in her heart. It was normal in those days for people to marry as early as in their mid-teens. She couldn't help but think of her boyfriend and wonder where he was, "That jerk was meant to be here an hour ago."
The other couples had left to go home over time as the sun began to set. The young girl had moved herself further away from the sea to rest against a rock. The said jerk had silver hair, tanned skin and golden eyes. He wore a black tux and held a red rose as he walked over to the girl, noticing she had fallen asleep. A smiled crept to his lips as he looked over her sleeping form. He sat down next to her, laying a hand on her shoulder, gently shaking her awake, "Annabelle, wakey-wakey."
Just as she opened her eyes, the silver-haired male pressed his lips against hers. Annabelle moaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. When the kiss ended she realised how long she must've been waiting for him, seeing the sunset. 'He does look beautiful in the sunset.' She thought to herself, as she saw how the orange tint of the sunset touched his already tanned skin. She shook the thought off, thumping him in the chest and crossing her arms. "Ouch," he moaned rubbing the spot she hit, "What was that for?"
'"What was that for?" Is he serious?' She couldn't believe what she heard. Annabelle turned her head to face him, "I've been waiting for you to show up since school ended, Xehanort. This is the fourth day in a row you've kept me waiting, when you said you'd be here." She explained to him; the disappointment showing in her face made her look as if she were about to cry. Xehanort lowered his head in guilt. "It's not easy telling my parents the reason I'm out late is because 'we just talked', when it's not the reason," she continued, "If you need 'me time', then just say it. Otherwise, it makes me feel like you don't love me anymore."
Xehanort's eyes widened, "No, Annabelle, it's not that at all. I love you." He sat down next her, handing her the rose and saw the smile he couldn't get enough of grace her lips.
She kissed his cheek in thanks and rested her head on his shoulder, "Then, what's wrong?"
He took a deep breath, which worried Annabelle, before speaking, "Stand up for me."
She did as she was told, confused as ever. He shifted into a kneeling position and took hold of her free hand. Immediately, Annabelle knew what was going to happen and her petite body began to shake like a leaf, "Is this what I think it is?"
To answer her, Xehanort gave her a smile and simply asks, without going into a long speech, "Will you marry me, Annabelle?" She hesitated a moment, trying to get her brain to register what was going on, before tackling him to the ground and hugging him. "Is that a 'yes'?" He managed to croak out.
"Yes! Yes! I'll marry you!" She finally answered, at the top of her lungs.
Her grip on him loosened a bit and he managed to get his breath back. They sat up, with Annabelle seated on Xehanort's lap. She still felt butterflies in her belly from the excitement - She was finally getting married! She kissed him, opening her mouth and allowing him entry. She felt his arms around her waist; eventually his large hands roamed her back as the kiss deepened. Both gasped for air once the kiss ended. Annabelle rested her forehead against his, "Is this why you were late the last four days?"
Xehanort nodded, "I had to look for a ring to give you." He took out a small box with a silver ring inside; the white diamond was heart-shaped. Annabelle's blue eyes softened as he slipped the ring on her finger. It fit perfectly.
"But, what about your dreams of leaving this place? I thought you wanted to see different worlds someday." She asked, suddenly remembering the dream he shared with her once, when they were small children.
He smiled, moving his face closer to hers, "You can always come with me, if you want to."
"I'd like that." She smiled back, closing the small gap between them, kissing him again. She was looking forward to a life of adventure with her fiancée, blissfully unaware of the dark future that was in store for them.
Author's Note: I know Young Xehanort is a little OOC right now, but keep in mind that the beginning of the story takes place before he travels through time. And yes, I know this is short, but future updates will get longer, I promise. This is the first thing I've written in a while, and I've already got 2 other stories on hiatus, so I'm a tad worried about not being able to complete this story. Fingers crossed it doesn't come to that. Next chapter will be up soon. Please drop a review in the meantime :)