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Disclaimer: Ok, listen up and listen good, I'm only gonna say this once. Kingdom Hearts and all it's Locations and Characters are Sqaure-Enix/Disneys. Christie, Kia, The Crest Lock System, Infinity and this story are my own. No sticky paws, or I will hunt you sdown and KILL you. Are we clear? Good.
The worlds as we know them are ever changing. One day, the sun may rise, and the next, maybe it won't. But one thing is always there. It has been here since the beginning of time, and will be here long after we are gone. Do you know what it is I speak of?
Bonds.
Be they the bonds of family, of parent and child, or siblings born years apart.
Or be they the bond of love. Of husband and wife, of lovers, or of soulmates.
Whomever they connect, bonds are within us all. They form a complex array, connecting one person so someone they may never meet but know somehow. Some bonds are so strong they withstand lifetimes of abuse and sadness. Others are weak enough to crumble with a single argument, and some never last beyond formation. But no matter how long they last, bonds are with us for every step of our lives.
This, is the story of my bonds.
Who am I, you ask?
Well, let me start at the beginning.
After all, we are all Bonded by Fate
Third District, Traverse Town
I backflipped away from Riku's strike, grabbing my daggers in midair. He smirked, taunting me with his hand as he reclaimed Soul Eater. We stared eachother down, waiting for the first move to be made. After a moment, he shifted his foot a little, and I struck. Black and navy blue blades clashed in dance of metallic screeching, and we both jumped back. A third set of footsteps broke us out of our combat mode, and I turned to Cid with a smile. The older man was looking like he'd run a marathon, red faced and gasping for breath.
"I don't know how you two do it! I get tired just watching you spar!" Riku chuckled, Soul Eater fading from his grip as he shook long hair from his eyes.
"Could be cause we're less than half your age, old man." Cid smirked, flicking his toothpick.
"I've been fighting since you were in diapers, you brat." I laughed, those two. Cid headed back to his shop after a little chat between the three of us, RIku and I making for the Cafe. Time for lunch. The second I'd said that, both of our stomachs growled loud enough to be heard across teh district. Riku and I shared a strange look, before I shrugged. What can ya do when your body decides it's time to protest?
Not much.
My first deep bond was with my Brother, Leon. I know what you're thinking, what about my Parents? Well, Leon was both Mom and Dad to me. "Daddy Dearest" ran out on us soon after I was born, and my Mom died in Childbirth. Leon cared for me until i was six, and we were seperated in the Heartless invasion. I didn't see him again until I was fifteen.
Meals in Traverse Town were a familial affair. Since Riku and I had been here constantly over the past year, the Owner and her son knew us well. They knew that Riku was allergic to peppers, and that I couldn't stand garlic. They also knew that we had claimed the corner table on out first day, as far from the door as we could get. Neither of us sat somewhere from where we couldn't see or hear the doors opening, call it nervous habit. Lunch today was a quiet affair though, something seemed off in the Cafe. I kept quiet as we passed three of the booths, the people inside them giving me odd stares. Alicia, the shop's owner, gestured us to the counter as soon as she saw us.
"See the man in the first booth? He hasn't ordered a thing, but he's been here since opening time. Can I ask you two to sit here today and keep an eye on him?" Riku nodded, knowing I'd agree. Alicia had served as a surrogate mother to us both over the past year, and Logan was the brother that I missed dearly. We ordered the same thing as always, and Alicia left with our order. Riku and I chatted casually, but we kept our senses trained to the man in the booth behind us. There's something I should mention. In the Cafe, there are these two metal pillars just behind the counter. They're Alicia's pride and joy, and she keeps them shining clean every day. They served as mirrors for those sitting at the counter to see the door, and they served the purpose of letting me watch the man at the booth. Logan nodded to us as he delivered our meals, and even as we ate I kept my eyes on the man. He just sat there, and after we'd finished, I was wondering if he was asleep there. But a sharp movement from him told me otherwise, and I ducked my head as he stared in my direction. But I kept my eyes on the pillar, jaw dropping as I saw the reflection.
Blue hair, cat slit gold eyes, elven ears, it could only mean one person.
"Saïx ..."
My second and third deep bonds were with my adoptive Mom and Granpa. She raised me from six years old, and he was like a father to me. He died when I was fourteen, leaving me without a father for a second time in my life. Mom, she tried to pull it all together, and almost succeeded. I don't know if she really did though, I was brought here before then.
It's been almost four years now, and I haven't seen her since.
Riku must have heard the fear in my voice, cause he turned and glared at Siax, placing his hand on the small of my back. The blue-haired Organization memeber left the Cafe after reciecing the business end of Riku's glare, and Alicia sagged in relief.
"Thank Bahamut. He was beginning to give me the creeps!" I nodded to Riku's concerned look, paying for our meal. If Saïx was here, it could only mean that the Organiation was on the move somehow, and that was NOT a good thing. As we helped Cid pack his things for his trip to Hollow Bastion, my mind was everywhere but where I was. Saïx was the member I'd had the most trouble with during the game, he had been even tougher than Xemnas. It wouldn't surprise me if that stayed true even now. But why was the Organization moving now? Were they thinking that RIku would serve their purpose? But that wouldn't work, he coulnd't use a keyblade at the moment... I shook my head, sending my thoughts scattering. No use thinking about it now, we'd be leaving tonight anyway. After a few hours of packing boxes and loading them onto a ship, I leaned against the Third District Doors. Riku and Cid were exchanging friendly banter, and I smiled. He served as a surrogate father to me and Ri over the past year, one we both sorely needed. Closing my eyes, I breathed in the chilled night air and smoke.
Wait...smoke?
I shot up from my place against the door, clambering up to Accessory Shop rooftop. Sure enough, plumes of smoke rose from the second district, the Hotel to be exact. Riku suddenly appeared beside me, eye livid.
"Is that what I think it is?" My nod was more than enough of an answer, and we both immediatly headed for the fire.
Neither of us was prepared for the chaos to follow.
But my strongest bond is with Riku. I suppose you could say we met when I was 12 years old, since that's when I got the first Kingdom Hearts game, but we really met when I was fourteen. I was taken from Earth and sent to the Islands by someone concerned for Sora's safety, but things changed. After the doors were open, we all alnded in Traverse Town. But things happened, and we were seperated. After tha mess ended, Riku adn I were sealed behing Kingdom Hearts. We spent six months behind those doors, before Castle Oblivion welcomed us as it's own. We spent a hellish three days in that place, only to lose track of the king a week later. We arrived at Traverse town almost a month after that, much to Cid's surprise.
We haven't left since.
I coughed against the smoke flooding the second district, the Hotel wasn't the only building ablaze here. Heartless ran rampant now, destroying everything in their path.
Traverse Town was dying, and there was nothing we could do to stop it. I had to shake my head violently to get the tears out of my eyes, and I knew Riku was barely controlling his rage at the sight of so many Heartless. Screams from afar broke us from our thoughts and we took off running in different directions. I lost count of the amout of Blizzara spells I cast over that harrowing hour, only stopping when I saw smoke coming from the First District as well. I growled, catching Riku's attention. He ran to my side, silver hair stained grey from the soot falling off the rooftops.
"Get these people to Hollow Bastion via the Third District, I'm going to help Alicia." He nodded, understanding as he ran to his task. I ducked around people running to safety and cut down Heartless running after those people. I had to rsuh under a few Darkballs, skidding on the hard cobblestone flooring of the First District. As I ran to the railing, I ducked to avoid being spotted by the man below. Saïx had Alicia and Logan cornered, and the teenage boy looked like he'd tried to wound Saïx , and failed miserably in the process. Alicia was glaring at the nobody, pushing Logan behind her.
"I don't care who you are, Christie and Riku are family to us! I won't tell you where they are!" Alicia maintained her glare even as Saïx placed his claymore at her throat, blade extending to it's widest proportions.
"Either tell me, or die." Alicia answered the man, by spitting in his face. Throughout this discussion, I had been sneaking up to be behind Saïx . And now, as he raised his weapon to end two lives, I pounced. By legs went around his waist and my arms around his neck to throw him off balance, as I looked to Alicia.
"Get to the Third District! Riku will you get you to safety." Logan peeked around his mothers shoulder, watching me struggle to contain Saix's swings with my small wieght.
"But what about you?" I shook my head, calling forth my daggers to get ready to strike.
"Don't worry about me, just go!" Alicia nodded, dragging her son through the doors to safety. As much as I hate to admit it, fighting Saïx alone back then really scared me. As far as I knew, he could wipe me out in one hit. But I as willing to take that risk, if only to slow him down. After a few moments of me hanging off his shoulders, I jumped back and scrambled up the stairs. He glared at me, ears extending as the full brunt of his power came to life.
"I've orders to exterminate you, and I plan to follow them to the letter. Be it the easy way, or the hard way." I drew my daggers in front of me, glaring at him. That was all the answer he needed, for his eyes became alive with rage as he swung his Claymore in a semi-circle in front of him.
"Very well, the Hard way it shall be then."
I somehow managed to swallow my fear, forcing it away from the forefront of my mind as I flipped and danced away from the claymore that was trying to take my head off. We danced around eachother, and I stayed uninjured for a little while. I knew the landscape of this place, Saïx didn't. He didn't know about the loose cobblestones on the plaze below, nor did he know about the balcony overheard Alicia's shop. He stumbled over the former and didn't know about the latter until I'd scrambled up it to heal myself from a swing that had thrown me across the District. Whatever you say about Saïx , don't call him physically weak. That man could probably lift Vincent, Cloud and Nii-san without breaking a sweat! After I'd climbed upto the balcony and healed myself, I scanned the burning plaza below for a sign of Saïx . When I didn't see any sign of him, alarms in my head starting ringling incredibly loudly. Over the last three years, I've learned to listen to those alarms through scars and more than one concussion. This time though, I barely reacted in time. I cleared the railing just as Saïx would have chopped my head into pieces, landing in a heap below. That was all it took to lose the fight. Before I could get up, Saïx had me pinned to the ground with his weapon around my neck. As odd as it sounds to whomever reads this now, it didn't hurt. Ever have trouble chasing your peas or corn kernels with a fork? Well, I was the pea or corn trapped between the prongs of the fork. Saïx smirked down at me, golden eyes reverting back to normal.
"You have lost, stop your fight."
I snarled, hands clenching around my dagger hilts. There was no way I was losing now, no way in hell! Saix's attention changed from me to the Third District doors, and to Riku as he came through them. The Organization member smiled devilishly, taking his claymore from the ground. Riku saw the older man charge towards in him, and barely managed to bring Soul Eater into his hands before the claymore would have wounded him. I shoved my way up onto my knees, shaking the cobwebs from my head. Riku and Saïx were now locked into a deadly dance of blades, but the elder man was winded from our fight. Still, I wasn't taking any chances. I whistled shrilly, a sign to Riku to duck. He did so, and just in time as well. I had ran at Saïx the moment after I whistled, daggers crossed in front of my chest. The blue-haired man couldn't dodge the attack, and blood flew from the new "X" shaped scar on his nose. I flipped away from the man, smirking. He stumbled back as Riku stood by my side, yellow eyes livid.
"I will end you both the next time we meet, have no doubts." Saïx backed into a Dark Portal, leaving RIku and I standing amongst the burning rubble of the First District. Our thoughts were broken as the floors creaked beneath us, cracks showing in the pavement. Riku cursed, grabbing my arm and opening a portal behind us. I didn't question his orders, only followed him through. Just before the portal closed behind us, I saw the First District fall to the flames and Darkness. I closed my eyes in rememberance, then followed Riku to Hollow Bastion.
"This war is far from over, we have only just begun. But this time, we are not alone. For in the Darkness, there is hope. We will make our stand, and we will win. I know it."
Bonds are what hold us together, through pain and through joy. They keep us strong, and they keep us alive. Without bonds, we would be nowhere. We wouldn't exist as humans, we would be nothing more than empty shells. But becuase of bonds, we are human. My bonds are what keep me fighting for a better tomorrow. For you, or for someone you know, that reason may be different. But whatever the reason, the bonds remain.
And I pray, that your bonds last until you are no longer in need of them.
Best of luck,
Christina Leonhart
A/N: And we're done! The Prologue of Bonded Fate is complete. I hope you enjoyed it, I know I enjoyed writing it. And to head off a very common question, yes, Traverse Town had been destryoed. I wanted to get rid of a plothole that KH2 left pretty much gaping open, and this was the only way I could think of.