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Lately I have been OVERLOADED story ideas so here we go…
Light…
Darkness…
Nothingness…
Twilight…
Chaos…
Lust after one of these and your heart is overloaded with it and you separate from your heart body and soul…
From the heart a heartless…
From the body a nobody…
But what happens to the soul when the body of a nobody fades away…
Falling….
Then landing suddenly on a glass floor depicting Sora, eyes open, standing behind him Roxas in the back a little with a smile on his face.
Sora looks around thinking "Why am I here now?"
Spotting Roxas standing out looking at the vast darkness, Sora goes out to stand beside him asking the question both of them wanted to which "Why are we here? In fact where is here anyway?"
Roxas glances at Sora and replies" Here is your place of power. Your center. Where your heart, body, and soul come together. As to why I do not know but the meaning will show itself soon."
Then a door appeared.
It looks just like the one I opened last time I was here, when I fought that Darkside…
But before any of them could do anything it opened and out came came a few Organization XII members? Followed by a weak looking Xehanort's heartless.
Sora and Roxas both jumped back summoning their respective keyblades. For Sora Ultima and for Roxas Oblivion and Oathkeeper.
The lead member took off his hood reveling it to be Xemnas who shouted "Peace Sora and Roxas we mean you no harm!"
"Yeah right, if you mean us no harm then what are you doing here?!"Growled Sora with Roxas nodding in agreement and adding "You do not belong here!"
"We are here because of you killed us with the keyblade."Stated Xemnas. The others, including the heartless nodded.
"What do you mean!?"Yelled Roxas
"You do not know? Whenever you kill something with the keyblade, a lower heartless or a lower nobody a good portion of there power goes into you and eventually remakes itself into an ability such as your Glide ability or your guard ability. However when you kill a higher heartless or nobody such as us ourselves are killed with your keyblade we are absorbed into you and exist here. Fear not as here we sort of share your heart so we have no intention of getting out. And for our heartless friend, he is sharing your body and soul so he to has no intention of leaving either. In fact we have come to teach you how to use our powers so that you will survive longer and in turn we will survive longer."Stated Xemnas calmly
"Why would we need to use your powers we have our own plus the war on darkness is over and the conflict has ended?"Asked Sora, still on the edge in case this was a trick.
Instead of Xemnas answering, as he had expected Xehanort's heart less answered "Because now that all save one of the overlords of hearts are gone all of the rogue heartless will all gather for one final assault on anything near by and you must be prepared to fight plus how do you see darkness? Because it is not light, the opposite with light. This makes it so that once the darkness is gone; people begin to see shades of grey so what will happen if your friends decide you're a shade too dark?"
"They would never do that!"Denied Sora
"They might and in case they do, I want you to be prepared. Now we will start by mastering my power. I'm afraid that I am not all of myself. You see when you killed me, I separated my mind and put the power of my guardian into this side so the only power I have to offer is control of the guardian. We will start now. First summoning the guardian. Focus on it taking shape behind you."Explained the Heartless
Sora closed his eyes and focused on it and a transparent guardian formed behind him.
"Now pour the darkness I am funneling through you into the shell" Continued the former Seeker of Darkness.
Sora felt the great surge of darkness run through him and focused into shape of the guardian behind him and a full guardian formed behind him. You could feel the darkness radiating off it.
"Good job! I did not expect you to get it so quickly. We will start again tomorrow but right now you are waking up."Praised the Heartless