Luxu
A fanfic following the theory 'What if the seven lights are the foretellers and Luxu reincarnated?'. Sora has just finished the Mark of Mastery in DDD. Showing Sora's lack of defenses against the darkness, and suddenly he is struggling against the tide. Meanwhile, Luxu hs awakened, and is eagerly drawing him into darkness.
Chapter1:Awakening
This takes ideas from before x chi back cover came out. Some information may be outdated, but it's an incredibly interesting concept to explore, and it is fanfiction. Before the movie, I couldn't really tell the difference between the master and Luxu, and their personalities got mixed together.
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts belongs to Square Enix
Luxu gained awareness as Sora fell.
Darkness was everywhere. Soaking into Sora's sleeping, unprotected heart. Stirring up what was deep, deep, inside.
Ven gained dim awareness, sleep still heavy, but he used his minor freedom to summon armor over Sora. Giving light protection to those inside.
It wasn't enough. The metaphysical, magical metal cracking, and darkness rushing in with ruthless abandonment. Uncaring. As Sora fell, deeper and deeper into dreams.
So Luxu picked up the slack, as always. To the point where it was second nature, and without conscious thought. He was wrapping around the sleeping heart like a shield, and looking into it for any damage. Those dark parts, those left lurking, he took into himself. Sora obviously didn't like those parts, or it wasn't there before. And here, in darkness, it would only weaken, where they needed to be strong. He could take darkness, the sleeping one couldn't, didn't have the resistance.
When the familiar Riku (Ira) came in, and defeated the corrupted, he was welcomed. Guided to where he needed to be. Deep within, but not too deep that he got lost. Which, given that wrong turn right there, was definitely needed. And that dark corridor that would have transferred his mind to the Realm of Darkness, but when easily badgered into submission happily (reluctantly) dropped him in the Guest Room.
Named by yours, truly. After realizing exactly who occupied the mental island. Hey, the name fits. How Gula got split into three and needed the place was a question more trouble than it's worth to answer. At least Xion was here naturally.
Really, where would his little self be, without him. Luxu thought dryly, syphoning the balance of light and dark, and setting up a schedule of drainage so Sora could get used to the new load without being overwhelmed.
It wasn't until everything was calm, inorder, and relatively sure the immediate danger was past. That he allowed the memories to hit. When Luxu could open his eyes, figuratively, and the Master, Ava, Ira, Invi, Aced, Gula, keyblades, and prophecies, came to mind.
Station of Awakening
Sora woke up, laying on the glass like floor.
The picture of a rams head was the centerpiece of the platform.(Mostly resembling Xehanort's keyblade, not that Sora was aware.) Red, black, and grey decorated every inch of the place. Sora couldn't help but think of it as familiar, though he wasn't sure how.
There had to be a reason why he was brought here, Sora thought, looking around. Yet there didn't seem to be…
Suddenly, Sora jumped, turning around. A person in a black coat walking silently out of a corridor. Keyblade ready, Sora immediately took the defensive. Ready to defend against the probable vessel.
"I see you're awake, now." The person said, both critical and teasing
"Who are you?" Sora demanded.
The cloaked figure simply shrugged. "You know, the ram is supposed to represent acceptance, guardianship, and sacrifice. And, unlike most of olden, could be used for good or evil."
"What?"
"This Station," The person answered, patiently and somewhat irritated. "The picture on the floor, simply hinting at what you should live up to." He stated, dryly and yet lightly. "Just a suggestion." He finished, walking away, and then vanishing like some sort of apparition.
Sora shivered, slightly creeped out. Then a Darksider rose from the floor.
Sora jumped away, drawing the keyblade in hand, ready.
Little did Sora know, that the one giant would hardly be the last.
After the Darksider was the Twilight Torn, then giant Nightmares. Then it rotated. Over and over, without any form of break.
Finally, Sora collapsed on the ground. Breathing heavily, without strength. No one to help, or to fight to help. Alone…
"Well, at least your strong." The cloaked man noted, walking to Sora's side.
"Well, if you're done with the critique!" Sora snapped, darkly.
Though Sora couldn't see beneath that hood, he had an idea that the person was grinning. "Come on," The other urged. "You just need a bit of power. Riku figured it out, from boredom, and you have me to help. Surely you can do better?!" He smirked. "Your me, after all."
"What?!" Sora asked, looking over at the cloaked figure in surprise.
Luxu's punch distracted him from giving it more thought, as he was forced to dodge.
"Use the darkness, Luxu." The figure entreated, charismatic and softly.
"Luxu?" Sora asked, surprised. The name (maybe?) distracting him from the newly created orbs of darkness in the room. That crashed into him, reducing HP even further. Sora forcing himself to remain focused on the giant heartless, as well as the stranger.
"C'mon, Little-Me, you can do better than that!"
Suddenly, Sora's eyes flickered yellow, as darkness rushed across his form with slithery speed. In a flash of black, Sora teleported up, above the monster, and rocketed down.
The shockwave spread across the platform. Even as the monster shattered underneath the strain.
Then, with a beastly roar, he attacked the hooded figure without thought. Higher brain functions lost to darkness.
A keyblade blocked him. Dark silver, and black, and red, with a ram displayed prominently in the middle. So very familiar, that it was on the tip of his tongue.
Luxu pushed him to the ground before the half familiar feeling could solidify. Before he could counter.
"Sora, Sora, Sora." The figure teased, stepping forward, closer. "Keep your light in mind. Don't you dare give up!" He yelled, as of the very thought of surrender was an insult of highest order.
There was no change in Sora, as he started to glow a sickly black. Darkness had enveloped, and was whispering so dearly. Inciting dark, primal rage, as he slashed.
Right before the figure caught his clawed hand, mid attack, and threw from the platform. Sending him flying into the barrier, with a sharp crash.
"Not good enough!"
The stranger pushed a hand through the darkness. When the black faded, he saw the brunette, struggling with dark wisps as he fought against the hand over his throat, as he hang.
Finally, Sora struggled to bring the darkness back inside. His eyes flickering blue, like a withering candle.
"H-Help!" Sora yelled, begging the dark figure for aid.
The figure immediately grabbed hold of Sora. Without hesitation, beginning to channel light into his body, so that he began to glow. Hugging the keyberrier, and enveloping his form in white.
Ironic, for a person in a black coat to envelop himself in light, and to help another. Especially a self proclaimed dark guardian like Luxu.
Then again, it was easy to reason that Sora didn't count.
Once the light faded, Sora collapsed on the ground, panting. "T-Thank y-you."
The figure grinned. "No problem. You'll figure it out, soon enough."
Sora glanced at him, alarmed.
The figure laughed. "By the way, names Luxu."
With that, a dark corridor opened beneath them, and Sora fell through…
And woke up on the steps of the Twisted Tower.