Child of Entropy here!
So, I mentioned in my Log Horizon Fic that I loved Kingdom Hearts. Well... Hi! I know some of you really want me to continue with Atsuko's story on the Log Horizon Fic, but I'm having some trouble. Now, being as I am obsessed with Kingdom hearts and have been planning this Fic in my head for a while, I think the chapters are going to roll out pretty fast. Please, once you read it, tell me what think of this Fic. Not my other one. Just this one. Please?
And please, if you are not going to be nice, then don't leave a review. Positive vibes only, please. If you like it, wonderful. If not, well, the link to home page is up in the corner.
Disclaimer: I do own Kingdom Hearts, or any characters within it's universe. Only my OC belongs to me. Everything else belongs to the geniuses back in Square Enix HQ!
Chapter 1 -
"Where is it?" The girl said as she rummaged through the piles of books and papers, beginning to regret her habit of never cleaning up after herself. Seeing a small glint in the corner of her eye, she turned to examine it, only to trip over her long scarf. She huffed in annoyance, pushing the crimson locks of hair that fell over her face with a quick breath.
She stood; brushing herself off and turning to look for the reason she tripped, throwing her scarf over her shoulder to avoid that situation again. She dug threw a few books to become excited at the sight of her treasure that she was looking for. The item in question is a simple heart-shaped silver locket. She pressed the item close to her chest before letting out a breath of relief, as she thought she had lost it. She quickly clipped it around her neck, caressing it before she heard the door open on the lower floor. "Nim?" The soft feminine voice called for the girl.
The girl, Nim, looked down at the lower floor to see the bane of her existence standing in the doorway, which was lit up with bright sunlight. Her light brown ponytail, tied with a pink ribbon, fell over her shoulder. She wore a salmon colored dress, with a belt separating the skirt and top, of which was spaghetti-strapped. "What do you want, Aerith?" The girl coldly asked as she avoided looking in the direct sunlight. What she liked most about Traverse Town was its especially long nights, and subsequent short days, but Aerith only ever seemed to visit at the hours that burned her eyes. "I thought I told you not to disturb me while I'm studying."
"You're always studying." Aerith said sweetly as set down what looked like a plate with a sandwich and a couple of green onion stalks on the side, with a glass of water next to it. She closed the door behind her, relieving the other girl, only to make her suffer more by turning on the light switch. "If I didn't know any better, it was as though you study just to avoid me."
"Don't flatter yourself." Nim said as she walked down the iron spiraled steps to the first floor. "I don't like any of you, and I don't waist a thought on what could be ample time for studying." She said harshly before walking past Aerith and scooping up the plate of food and the water. Aerith sighed and shook her head, but smiled anyway. That was before she Nim's appearance though. "Nimue Vanstraughton!" The sound of her horrible full name made Nim cringe and turn around to glare at the older girl.
And Aerith glared at her in return. Nim is normally a very pretty girl, but she looks like an absolute mess right now. "Why can't you brush you hair?"
Her normally straight crimson hair is a tangled and frizzy mess from lack of care, the length of it going to down to her lower back because of her neglect to cut it. "I can't be bothered." Nim replied before biting into her sandwich.
"And your clothes?" Aerith gestured to the girl general form, which was certainly no better than her hair.
The slim, fifteen year-old girl wears a long-sleeved shirt, the silky midnight blue fabric hugging her waist before frilling out slightly at the hem, much like the end of her sleeves; every inch of it is wrinkled and there is a small tear above the naval. Her black pants are ripped at the knees, but Aerith isn't aware that this is on purpose, so she reprimands her for it as well. Her leather combat boots are also unlaced at the top, which is a safety hazard if she ever one. And not to mention that oversized gray scarf that the girl refuses to take off for reason that remain a mystery to her.
Nim sighed at the girl's comments on her appearance. She calmly set the plate and glass on a table next to her. She then closed her eyes, clapped her hands together two times, before raising them in the air. Aerith watches as the wrinkles in the girl's clothes and the knots in her hair straighten out by themselves, the rip in her shirt mended, and then as her laces on her boots tightened before putting themselves in a tight knot.
Nim opened her emerald green eyes and gave Aerith a sarcastic smirk. "Happy?" She then began to walk away.
Aerith sighed again and followed the girl. "That doesn't fix everything." Aerith said, making Nim turn around again in annoyance. Aerith grabbed her hand showed the girl her very pale skin. "When was the last time you went outside?"
"What year is it?" Nim jokingly remarked as she pulled her hand away. She turned around and began to search the shelves, as she decided she was going to continue to study, like she was doing before she realized her necklace was missing a few hours ago. "Is there any other reason you came here? Thanks for the food, if that was what you were waiting for." Aerith shook her head. Despite all her attempts to get closer with her, break her out of her shell, Nim always shuts everyone out. Leon even had a room built for her in the library when he gave up on trying to get her to move in with one of the older residents of the town, or at least Aerith and Yuffie.
"We had a visitor today." Aerith said with her usual sweet smile. Nim listened with mild interest as she began to pile a couple of books into her arms. "He said he was a king… from another world!"
"So?" Nim said as she waved a hand over her face, making her half-framed glasses appear over her nose so she can see better. She hates wearing them, but they are the price she has to pay for constantly reading in a dim-lit room. "I've read about many kings in my books, and I am already aware of other worlds." She said with disinterest as she reached up for a book on a higher shelf. "What makes him so special?"
"Because he was a visitor." Aerith said, making Nim pause before she reached her book. The girl looked at Aerith, who was smiling at her. "He came here on a Gummi Ship."
Nim's attention was now completely on Aerith. "What did he want?"
Aerith walked forward and tapped one of her delicate fingers on the top of the three books in Nim's arms. Nim looked down at the book that didn't have a title on the front, but the symbol that every scholar across the worlds, especially Nim, knows. The Keyblade.
Nim was ready to scream before she realized that this "King" must be some kind of fanatic, or someone who just wanted the mythical blade for his self. "What did he want from something like the Keyblade?" She scoffed. "Whatever it is, he is going to be severely disappointed."
"Why's that?" Aerith asked.
Amused, Nim laughed and shook her head. "Because the Keyblade is a myth!" Aerith scowled at the girl's lack of faith. "And even if it was real, it isn't something he can just pull out of a rock and claim as his. The Keyblade, in basically every book I have read, is said to choose its wielder; not the other way around."
"He knows that." Aerith said as she and Nim continued to walk, the latter continuing to survey the shelves for her books to study. "He's looking for the wielder."
"Why?" Nim asked, before coming to a realization that caused her to stop walking. "Come to think of it, what does any of this have to do with me?"
Aerith scratched her head nervously. "Well, we thought that maybe, if anyone might know how to find someone who could wield the Keyblade, it would be… you."
Nim sighed, hugging her books to her chest as she glared hatefully at Aerith. "Well." She gestured around her. "Where is this "King"? Does he think he's too good to waste his presence on a lowly mage?"
"Oh, no!" Aerith said quickly, but still with some hesitance. "He was actually a sweet little thing. It's just that… well…" She paused, trying to break it to the girl. "Well, Leon advised him against coming to see you in person, so he asked us to come speak to you after he left."
"What?" Nim said with total offence. "Why in the world would he advice against talking to me?"
"Well…" Aerith tried to put this nice. "You have been known to be rather… prickly. Especially when it comes to people you're not used to."
Nim was quiet, but the look on her face expressed all the rage that words couldn't "Prickly?" She said quietly, but then repeated it not so quietly. "Prickly?! When have I ever been like that?"
Aerith thought back on one event in particular. "There was that one time that Mr. Thomas came in here looking for a book on woodworking, and you chased him out using thunder magic."
"He wouldn't stop asking me stupid questions." Nim said in her defense. Before Aerith could rebuttal her with another example, Nim said. "No, I don't." Aerith questioned what she meant. "I don't know how we would find the myth known as the Keyblade Wielder." Aerith looked at her with sad eyes as the girl began to walk up the stairs to the upper level. "If you have nothing else, please leave me alone. I'm very busy."
Aerith watched her continue up the stairs to the top, and just as she reached the top, Aerith said as she walked to leave. "We love you, Nim."
Nim paused as she heard Aerith open the door, and as she closed once she was outside. She sighed, shaking her said as she looked at her locket. "So you say." She said, stuffing the locket to hide it underneath her scarf.
Nim sat on her bed, reading through a book called The Frozen Artes. She has always excelled in magic, likely because of how much of a quick study she had always been. Her tutor called her a prodigy before her world was destroyed, and that was when she was only six years old. Ice magic has always been a challenge to her though.
Then a thought came to her mind.
She remembered a boy who used to tease her for this. He always to say that she was "and ice queen that can't even use ice." She grew somber at the thought, looking down at her hand. "Maybe I am 'prickly'."
She sighed, putting her hand over her forehead. "What am I saying? Who cares?" She snapped her book shut, standing to stretch her legs. "I don't need anyone else, and that is how it's always been."
She walked out of her room, looking around at the large selection of books that covered the shelves of the large library. "That's right." She said with a bitter smile. "All I need are my books." She frowned, reaching up to the spot where her locket is underneath her scarf. "People leave you, but books will always remain." Her lips curved up into a smile as she entertained a small fantasy she has always had. "I bet the Hero of the Keyblade would never leave me." She said with a small blush. She walked back into her room and picked up the book with the Keyblade on it from earlier.
She wasn't going to tell Aerith this, but she had read this book at least a hundred times. It is by far her favorite in the entire library. The book recounts legends told about the mythical hero of the blade shaped like a key. Said to hold the key the secrets of the heart, both literally and figuratively, the legendary Keyblade Wielder fights off the creatures that plague the worlds, the Heartless; which are made from the very essence of darkness.
"He jumps at the chance to save the worlds, even it were to cost him his life!" Nim recounted excitedly as she picked up a candlestick, pretending it was a Keyblade. "He is never in any danger, though, for his heart is made of light that rivals even the legendary Princesses of Heart."
She twirled around with the mannequin that she uses to practice her staff strikes on, pretending it was the mythical wielder. "He is a perfect gentleman, holding the not only the strength to vanquish evil, but also the passion and manners to treat a lady as if she were a Queen."
Nim giggled with enjoyment, before she stopped spinning, her smile slowly fading. She put the mannequin back on its stand. "But that's the thing, isn't it?" She said, putting her hand on the mannequin chest, before turning around and sitting on her bed, hugging her knees to her own chest. "You're just a myth, aren't you?"
She sat quietly for a while before lying her head down on her pillow. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep, where she shall continue to dream about the hero she believes will never come to spirit her away on an adventure to save the worlds.
After all, that kind of thing only happens in books. Right?
Sora looked up at the little toy ship in his room, the dolls that Kairi made to look like the two of them respectively. "I just can't wait. Once we set sail, it'll be great." Kairi's words from earlier rang in his head, and he smiled.
Then he noticed the storm beginning to brew out at the play islands. "Oh no! The Raft!"
Sora rushed out of his window quickly, unaware that his mother called him down for dinner. He rushed over to the docks and untied his boat, hurrying in his pace when rowing to the island.
Once he reached the island, Sora was shocked to see Riku and Kairi's boats tied to the dock, but even more when the creatures from his dream showed up and began attacking them. He saw one of his and Riku's wooden practice swords on the little dock, grabbed it, and attempted to attack the strange, bug-like creatures. To his dismay, his sword only fazed through them as if they were made of smoke.
Growing panicked as the creatures continued to attack him, Sora looked around for somewhere he could run. That is when he spotted Riku standing next to the Paopu tree. Sora immediately ran for his friend, only stopping for a second when he saw a strange white door in front of the secret place. He could worry about that later. Right now, he needed to get to Riku.
"Where's Kairi? I thought she was with you!" Sora quickly yelled out when he reached Riku, dismayed to find Kairi wasn't with him.
"The door has opened…" Riku said cryptically, not turning around.
"What?" Sora questioned, confused. What was he talking about?
Finally turning around, Riku said, "That door has opened, Sora!" He announced excitedly. "Now we go to the outside world!"
Sora shook his head. "What are you talking about? We've gotta find Kairi!"
"Kairi's coming with us!" Riku quickly said, shocking Sora with how rushed he sounded. "Once we step through, we might not be able to come back." He continued. "We may never see out parents again. There's no turning back." He paused as he continued to look at the swirling storm of darkness above them. "But this may be our only chance. We can't let fear stop us! I'm not afraid of the darkness!"
"Riku…" Sora said with fear in his voice as Riku held his hand out to him. That is when darkness suddenly sprouted from the both of them.
Riku seemed calm as ever, but Sora panicked for his and his friend's safety. Sora tried to reach and grab Riku's hand to help him, but the darkness soon swallowed them both.
After a second, a bright light suddenly engulfed the area. Once it faded, only Sora was there. Now though, he held a strange looking weapon in his hand. He didn't know why, but he could almost hear what sounds like a voice telling him what it is.
"Keyblade."
Well? Did you love it? Did you hate it? I know Nim seems kind of, well, "prickly", but she has good reason. Try not to get too mad at her, m'kay? Brownies to everyone who reviews positively, and I will try to upload soon. Child of Entropy, out!