KingDom Hearts: Rebirth and Revenge

A/N: hello readers! This is my 2nd fic(not tht important but felt like saying it =D lol I'll try to upload as fast as I can but high school life and its homework kinda slows me down so bear with me guys and the same with my other fic as well if your reading it so enjoy this chapter and plz review!

Full summary: He was beaten...his heartless came so close, he had all his pawns in the right place the door was there right infornt of him yet when he opened the door the seeker or darkness was out shined by the power ht fought so hard for. Then came his heartless who had lost it all and put everything it had into its last stand will minus the one thing it needed the most...a heart. And it was to cut down. The world was at pleace once again now the realm of light was safe. Or so everyone thought, under everyones nose he waits for his moment to strike back at "that boy". Yet he is not the true problem to the worlds no no no for what the king has feared for a while was come true...Master Xehanort is back


Chapter 1: A field of nothingness

The sky was pitch black in the land of nothingness, the only light came from a pale blue moon that only illuminated small parts of this world. This land had no organic life: no plants or trees, no bugs on the ground to step on or people to watch for, no birds in the air to stare at no fish in the sea to catch. Just a bare lifeless land meant for those with no hearts.

The ground in this colorless world was a pale blue in the areas where the moons light would reach, while in other places it was a deep dark blue-black mix. The ground was also unstable in many places; there were also mountain ranges of pale blue, and hills that seem to rise out of nowhere.

If there was one thing about this world that made it seem lively was its vast ocean. The water was a murky dark blue, which made it look quit disgusting. Yet at the same time it as calm, the sound of its waves sounded just like the ones in the other realm. There was a soothing breeze that would blow and you could sit there listen to those waves for what may feel like minutes could in reality be days, and days could turn out to be years in the other realm.

Deep within this world of lost hearts and souls lay two bodies; one of an old man in his mid-50th wearing a black trench coat with a red in liner, we wore a long white button up shirt under it, on his hands white gloves. He had on black pants and long boots that stopped at his just a few inches from his knees. His skin was a light brown, he had a small goatee of gray hair but his head was hairless.

Lying next to him was a young man in who looked like he was in his early twenties, he had dark brown hair that was spiked up in the middle and was parted downwards on the sides with bangs that hang over his face. He has on a skin tight purple-black shirt; on top of it lay two crossed red straps, he wore hakama pants that were tan in color at the legs and gray at the waist. He had on a black belt and had a golden crest on it as a buckle. On his left arm is clad in armor: a gold shoulder pad with a metallic gray and mixed in. From there the armors color goes from a purple-red to a metallic gray, finishing off with a single gray glove on that left hand.

Suddenly the only man sprung to life! His deep yellow eyes shot up, his body heaved upward as he took his first breath. His mind raced as memories of the past 10 years returned to him; two boys one with out of this world spikey brownish hair the other with long sliver hair both taking fighting stances against him in a world made of white and sliver. A small heart shaped moon, and under it 12 figures dressed in black hooded jackets staring up at it. The same boy with spiky hair appeared again but this time he was younger and much shorter he was again in his fighting stance looking right at him no fear in his eyes. The last memory he saw was of a black blade being stabbed into his heart by his own hands and his body slowly fading away.

The old man jumped up to a sitting position breathing heavily. His breathing slowly became normal again and once it did his mouth twisted into sly smile. He suddenly burst into a dark menacing laugh that filled the air.

"AHAHAHAHAHA! It looks like it's not my time just yet." The old man said in an raspy voice.

He then stood up and surveyed the landscape with a look of disappointment, until his glare fell apone the boy who lay next to him. The old man slowly walked other to him, hunched over slightly with one hand behind him as if holding his back. He stops once he was able to stare down at the young man's body. He looks so…troubled the old thought to himself.

The old man extended his right hand and suddenly a black mist covered his hand. It began forming into a shape: a blade with a spiky black guard resembling demonic wings, above the handle the head of a horned beast and a blue eye right above it, it then split into two barbed shafts with teeth resembling an axe sticking out at one side and at the top another blue eye. Its color was a deep shade of black with sliver designs all over the shafts.

He grasps the blade tightly and turned it so that it was facing downwards; right atop the young man's heart. The old man let out a long sigh.

"You my boy have been a great help to me, whether u wanted to or not thanks to you all was not lost. I can start my plan anew hahaha, I can feel it there's more darkness in the worlds now then 10years ago and it's just ripe for my taking." A menacing smirk came a pone the old man's face.

"and it's all thanks to you letting me barrowyour body." The smirk on his face grew into a smile that showed his teeth. "And as payment for you service to my great cause I'll release you r heart to the great creator…kingdom hearts. So that one day you can assist me again boy." His voice seemed to fill the air and then trail off into the world.

With all he needed to say done he lifted his weapon up still pointing at the young man's heart.

"May my blade grant you salvation, now Wings Of the Damned give me his HEART!" the old man shouted bringing his sword down. So fast. Too fast for one as old as him, it would have been a blur to the untrained eye. With the blades tip just an few centimeters for the boy's body he looked as if he was tensing up, ready for the blades impact when…

"XEHANORT STOP!" Came the yell of a female, followed by two gigantic fire balls headed right for the old man! He saw them coming and just as they were about to collide Xehanort swung his sword cutting the two fire balls in half creating an explosion. Smoke and dust covered him but he did not waver, suddenly a young woman came flying thought the smoke! She attacked with her own key shaped sword: she swung at his head he blocked it effortlessly. But the force of that impact caused a mini shockwave clearing out all the dust and smoke around them in an instant. They locked blade for an instant but to them it felt like hours, staring into each other's eyes: his yellow eyes showing a rage and malice that only a wild beast could show and her eyes as blue as the sea yet so full of sadness like those of an mother who has lost her children to the grim reaper. Xehanort pushed forwards with his sword causing the women to fly back, she did a back flip in midair and landed on one knee. All the while this happen they hadn't stopped staring at each other.

"hahahahaha so your still alive are you master Aqua?" laughed Xehanort with a smug smile.

Her eyes just flashed with anger at the way he said her title. She rushed at him, wanting to protect her long lost friends and to avenge those who had fallen to that mad man's blades.


Chapter 2: The wake of destruction and its revelations preview:

"Damn you! I swear to god if you even lay a hand on her I'll kill you with my own hands!" yelled sora at the masked figure standing in front of him

"Hmph, I'll like to see you try and stop Me." he proclaimed as he held out his hand and a keyblade appeared.