Forever Amber Eyes
A year after KH.
Summary: Ever since Riku escaped from Kingdom Hearts, he's been alone. That all changes when he meets a mysterious girl who asks for his help. A girl who's been through the same things he has. But what happened when Riku meets a few people from his dark past? Will he stand up and fight with them or run and hide? (OC/Riku, and a little Kairi/Sora)
Okay this is my first Fanfic ever so please read. I know the first chapter is short and not that good but its only the introduction.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, or anything from it. (Sniffle). I have no idea about the plot for the second game but if I could write it this is how it would bet. If anything happens in this story that also happens in the game it is merely a coincidence. (At least it should be.)
That's about it so please read and review.
EDIT: I wrote more for the first chapter so this is the longer version. P.S. Second chapter is up!
Meetings in the Dark:
"We need someone to help us destroy the Keyblade Wielder," a dark and sinister voice whispered from the shadows. Bitra sat at the head of the round table. On both sides of him, shadowy figures sat, silhouettes illuminated by candlelight. He had crimson locks and, shining yellow eyes, like the Heartless. Yet unlike the Heartless, Bitra's eyes showed life, not only death and emptiness. They showed pain, and sorrows that could never be erased. A long thin scar ran along his left cheek, marking the time when Bitra gave into the dark.
"What about that boy? What was his name?" Algitar said from the other side of the room. His dark brown, almost black hair, spiked out in all directions, and his dark chocolate eyes seemed to blend into the darkness of the Meeting Chamber, in the old, gothic castle, in the world once known as Serene Void. Now the nothingness, that was Serene Void was anything but peaceful. The beautiful gardens were now only plots of land overrun by weeds. The once awe-inspiring trees were old, gnarled, and dead, and the sky was no longer a light, clear blue, but a depressing gray.
The castle itself was forever cold. Its thick, gray stonewalls were once beautifully decorated with colorful banners and tapestries. Now on the walls hung molding pieces of cloth, with fading colors. The gorgeous stained-glass windows were covered with so deep a layer of grime that you could no longer make out the pictures created by these windows. Long, overused carpets ran down the halls, and up the stairs. Stains could be found everywhere, from dirt and mud, to tears and blood. Dust could be found wherever you looked and cobwebs and spiders were in abundance. The lavishly decorated rooms were now a dead image of their former brilliance and only the lonely echo of footsteps on the stones, or hushed whispers could be heard throughout the castle. Flickering candles light the halls and corridors, as well as most of the rooms. Underneath the castle in the dungeon and waterways, there was no light. That is where the Heartless reside. Hidden in the shadows, yet even from five stories up you can hear their odd clicks and clacks, and piercing screeches.
Algitar sat in an old rickety chair, his Gatorblade, propped against his trench coat clad shoulder. He was relevantly young, at 32, yet he seemed to hold the knowledge of someone beyond his years. He used this knowledge to gain rank quickly in the Counsel of Darkness, as most called the group, who led by Bitra controlled the Heartless.
"Riku?" another voice offered from the darkness, six seats away from where Algitar sat. Vice a short, pale man with cropped black hair and sparkling black eyes sat there. He was the fifth ranked out of the eight in the room, and had a large memory. This served him well when it came to recalling people, places and past event that were in need of being remembered at the meetings.
"No, not Riku. He knows the darkness now. His heart is too strong to fall for any tricks or schemes we can come up with," Bitra stated, staring at each and every one of his seven council members. He noticed that Ansem had visibly flinched, at the mention of Riku. Because of Riku, Ansem had lost almost everything, not that he had much once he embraced the dark. Yet Ansem could have had so much more, if it weren't for that Damn Keyblade Wielder and his companions. If Ansem hadn't underestimated the strength of Riku's heart things might have just turned out a little differently.
"But..." came the protest of a few of the council members, including Algitar. Seeing how it was his idea, it would be harder for him to let it go. Bitra was going to have to keep on eye on him. He was young, and more capable of doing brash things. If he went after Riku, he had a very good chance of getting killed, and Bitra needed all of his men when it came to the Final Battle.
"No! It will not be Riku. We must find someone else." Bitra said, forcibly ending the topic of Riku. He stared slowly at the bright orb in the center of the table. It showed and image of a darkly clad figure walking through the shadows of a world.
'No, Riku will be of no help to us now. I must watch him. He may prove to be an even greater threat then before.'
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