Kingdom Hearts Fanfiction:Chosen of Darkness

Summary: When Xehanort put Sora to sleep in Dream Drop, darkness had a different plan. Now Sora traverses the Sleeping Worlds affectionately named Nightmare Worlds. Discovering that darkness is now, strangely helpful. Meanwhile, darkness itself is in a rush to elect its chosen one, and it seems to have its eye set on Sora.

Prologue: Sleep and Shadows

"Unknown Voice, mostly, but not limited to the Station of Awakening"

'Sora's thoughts in speech format.'

Sora struggled as stands of darkness enveloped him. Kicking and hitting, weakly though it was, against the tide that fought to pull him under. The deep, deep darkness, that drained with its icy depth. With every bit of resistance, it became harder not to just give in. To move, when all he wanted to do was SLEEP. Everything was just so... tired...

Through it all, a certain young Xehanort smirked, delighting in the spectacle. Even as Sora fell...down, down, down, into sleep. And his body grew still.

OOO

Darkness.

All Sora could see was darkness. Nothing to see but the empty, blackened expanse, and waves of darkness.

And it was tearing him apart.

The complete absence of light. Not a trace, or feeling, besides the light of his own heart.

The rush of an unknown liquid. Cold. So cold, it gave everything it touched a light dust of frost. His skin, his clothes.

It was a sickly green, with equal shades of dark purple. Gel-like, and seeping. Swirling and twirling like floating water.

It felt like ice. But not. A corrupting cold, that froze one to the core. Sucking the Light, the warmth from the heart, so that only a depressing, soul wrenching sorrow and fear remained.

Darkness. Darkness that shifted. That chilled.

Soft and calm, and deceptive. Like the moon. Seeping into every crack, every crevice of the spirit, until its saturated by it, and the real self is pushed out to make room for more darkness.

It's rough. Unforgiving waves predetermined and logical, like a forbidden riverbed, or a cave. Harsh, and cold, and clinical, and numbing.

He's mine!

A different darkness swept him over, stealing him from the previous wave.

This was warm. A warm, burning black fire, with hints of red. So hot, that it burned.

Churning relentlessly, as it thrashed about, without restriction. A searing primality that was natural, and burning, and had more in common with an erupting volcano than any true liquid had a right to be.

Bubbling with passion. Seething with rage. Crackling in triumphant chatter.

This is what, when tapped into, started out a gentle, refreshing spring, and then when you turned around, was suddenly a storming ocean of molten lava. Like harsh, burning charcoal, and the heat of flames, as it nuzzled the skin. So sudden, and sharp, it was shocked you into stillness.

Loving and raging and painful. It was angry! It was proud! This was lust, as you kissed in a fit of passion. When you planned to go one base, and ended up at seven. Primality, as you slashed into a heartless that almost stole your heart. Fear, that stole your breath away, even as you lashed out. Despair, so deep, that even as it enveloped you turned into a burning rage.

The short rage, that ended with a strike. The eternal, and everlasting fury, that drove so many villains to revenge. Only so, so much more deep, and passionate. Desire, and fear, and indignation, all mixed up, and wrapped in a blanket of rage.

This was a mothers embrace, as she held you in her arms. This was a predator, as it stalked, in the night, waiting to pounce. This was a prey animal, fighting for it's life, as it thrashed it's legs, trying to knock the predators teeth out.

And as it slammed into Sora, both gentle and crushing, in equal measure. It was all Sora could do not to collapse, as his skin felt as if it was melting, where as a moment before it had been freezing.

Felt good. For a second. Then painful. As too cold, became overly hot.

It loved the little creature, caught in it's wave's. It hated it more than anything. It softly, embraced it's prisoner, with all the gentility a formless mass was capable of. It trashed him, threw him, crushed him, beneath it's dark waves.

He was so angry! So scared, and he didn't care! Hate, and love, and lust, and passions. So many, many things, he felt his heart was about to burst from pure... feeling.

No, mine!

Both substances raced like an ocean under storm. Ominous, and harsh.

It was terrifying. Absolutely. Of the sight, at the feel of the liquid as they brushed. Foreign. Dangerous. Dark. Powerful.

"Whoa!" Sora yelled, as dark sludge wrapped around his arms, jerking them against the green current. Surprisingly not quite as painful as it was moment's ago.

Immediately, the black-red darkness chased, slashing against it. Bits of purple and green falling off in pieces, so that Sora was freed. And quickly subdued by said rescuer, before purple could recover.

Neither substance paid much attention to their burden. Poking and prodding at each other, at the slightest opportunity. Fighting over Sora, as if he was a piece of steak.

Turning and churning at high speeds, as Sora was thrown this way, and that by the current. Pulled and pushed, and stretched at the seams, as well as torn at the hair.

"Ahh!"

Green rushed him at an odd angle, only to be scared off by reds charging defense...only that was a ploy, so that purple could carry him off.

Ours! Ours!

But black wasn't having it, and quickly pulled him back. Yanking him, painfully away from the purple.

Sora struggled, feverently against the two. Unsuccessfully, and increasingly bruised as time went on.

All worlds begin in light...and so they shall end in darkness.

But don't be weary or weap. It is only natural and just.

Sora's eyes closed. Mind fading, as he lost himself in the swirling, and fighting tug-a-war, with no end in sight.

Karma, really.

Don't worry, for their is nothing to fear.

All shall be fine.