Chapter 1 : Two boys

Disclaimer: Sora, Riku, Kairi and any FF or Disney characters do NOT belong to moi, however Onihime, Vila Civitas, Geryon and the other inhabitants of Vila Civitas do come from my tired old brain :)

So yay! My first fanfic on the wonderful Kingdom Hearts! I'm kinda making this up as I go along, so forgive me if I make any mistakes, arigatou!

The pale Umbris, the sunof a new worldgathered its power,shining its ethereal light on the white spires of Vila Civitas, the City of the Heavens. Not a soul stirred within its homes, except one white robed figure. A boy, of little more than fourteen, gazed sadly over a balcony onto the gardens below, something had been preying on his thoughts.

I…I'm different, no matter what my family says, I know I'm different…I'm not like those fools in my school…I'm not perfect like everyone else…

At this, he stopped himself. There was a part inside of him, a hole, which he didn't want to touch, he COULDN'T touch, for it would only bring him more pain. Darkness. Something ancient and black, that made him feel so out of place in his youthful home that was so full of life and purity. A little blue bird, fresh from its first flight as an adult landed beside his elbow and twittered merrily, its tiny wrinkled feet dancing over the petal-strewn marble. The boy's light grey eyes darkened to the colour of storm clouds, the bird's happiness only serving to cast a shadow over his fears he was not for this world.

"Ai-ya…" he sighed, and turned to push back the white gauze curtains that veiled his quarters from prying eyes. Taking one last glance at the bird, observing him with curious eyes like black beads, he shuffled into his bedroom, planning not to come out for a long time.

"My head hurts…"

Hours later, and the Umbris was a beaming a warm, golden yellow in the afternoon sky. People bustled in the cobbled streets wrapped in the gentle climate of their city, going about their daily business. Standing out from the pastel coloured crowd was one figure, wearing a black coat, with the hood pulled up around his face. To the pale, blonde and white haired population of Civitas, he looked positively frightening. Mothers ushered their children out of his path, street sellers refused to acknowledge him even though they were haggling everyone else and even animals, so unused to the dark of his clothes cowered in fear. The figure stopped at a street corner, in a little alcove, and pushed back his hood. He was a young man of sixteen, with vivid blue eyes and a thick mop of spiky brown hair. Pausing to see if anyone had noticed him, he was glad to see the other people were pointedly NOT noticing him, averting their eyes. The boy smiled, showing perfect white teeth, and peered at the plaque on the door.

"Madame Minerva's fortune telling service.

Find your future and lost paths of your history"

Strange he had only noticed this shop yesterday, he had never really believed in fortune telling, but at the moment…well, he was desperate. He pushed open the door, expecting it to slowly creak, which it did so quite satisfyingly. Heh heh heh, he laughed to himself, all these shops were like this. They had to have presence, he supposed. The little room on the other side was suitably dim, with no windows and lit only by candle. This struck him as being rather dangerous, as the walls and ceiling were covered in crimson drapes. While he was pondering what would happen if he innocently knocked a candle over a husky voice called out,

"Who's there?"

A woman with sleek black hair in her early thirties thrust past a bead curtain, brandishing a small silver dagger.

"Whoa! Hey! I'm only here to get a fortune telling!"

"Oh, a customer! Heh heh!" Madame Minerva hastily chucked away the dagger and shot a brilliant smile at the boy, "Sorry about that, I had a bit of trouble with some thugs…anyways, shall I do a tarot reading for you? Or a blood reading?"

The young man didn't know what a blood reading was but he wasn't prepared to risk it with an obviously slightly crazy woman who had a knife close to hand.

" A tarot reading will be fine thank you," he said quickly.

"Righty-o," Minerva pulled a bunch of cards from apparently nowhere and sat herself down at a tiny table in the centre of the room.

"Sit please, your name?"

"Sora."