AN: If you wanna see cute kid sora and KK go crazy. (Also, I use "he" because "he" looks like a male, but is really an "it". You'll see.)
The spirit gasped as it shot upright awake. It breathed heavily, panting. It's body slowly arouse from the light it had been submerged within. The spirit was confused, yes, but at the same time it knew. Something on the tip of the tongue.
It's big blue eyes adjusted to the familiar light surrounding it as it tried to recall the knowledge.
I'm a keyblade right?
The spirit gave an unsure nod, it's short grey coloured hair bobbing. It had long yellow sleeves that started a 2 inches below its shoulder on it's arm. The spirit clenched and unclenched its hands which had short soccer gloves on them. It had a black vest with a zipper and blue undershirt. It had black shorts, with yellow baggy shorts on top that puffed out. And of course, it's shoes had the same colour scheme, with black, yellow, white and a blue stripe on top.
When it closed it's eyes, it could imagine it's weapon form clearly. A form that was unused, still shiny and still unboxed. The spirit puffed out it's cheeks as it sat cross legged wondering what to do.
In the silence he heard a faint voice that tickled his ears. It was gentle and warm, softly petting it's shoulders and trying to get the spirit's attention. The light whispered in his ears and it was like it was speaking to his heart directly. His heart tugged in a certain direction, etching him to listen.
Curious, he stood up, freeing himself from the ground that held it hostage. He closed his eyes and stood there, the only sound were his soft breathing. He let go and felt the calling tug its spirit towards its direction. It left its place in the realm of kingdom hearts
It opened it's eyes to be standing on the sands of a beach. The waves were crashing gently upon the shore and the sun shone brightly in the late day sky. He looked around, searching for what had been calling him. His eyes then spotted two figures on the beach. One seemed to be an older male kneeling down and a small boy conversing.
The keyblade spirit was about to go check it out, but spotted another spirit nearby, which stopped it in it's tracks. This spirit was different from him, mostly because this one was a female. Sure, both were affiliated with the Light Realm, but she was frowning, and seemed strangely out of place.
"Hello!" the keyblade yelled waving as he walked over to her. She jumped in surprise sening her heart a flutter. She hadn't seen him there. "Oh, um, hello?" Way to the Dawn said with an awkward smile. She smoothed out her shirt in a rush to look more presentable, and quickly attempted to fix her hair bun. "You know, you don't have to try so hard." The other spirit said laughing.
Way to the Dawn blushed slightly and quickly stopped fussing. She needed to change the topic, and fast. Wasn't there a reason why she was on this island in the first place? "May I ask why you're here?" Way to the Dawn said suddenly. The other spirit shifted his feet while thinking of a response.
"Is it weird to say I felt something calling me here?" He said slowly. The tugging at his heart was stronger now, and it was hard for the spirit not to give in and run towards it. Just what "it" was, the spirit was unsure. The spirit just knew, deep down, that everything would be clear if it found the owner of this voice.
"Not at all, but… why to a boy who is not your master?" She asked, confused. The spirit was taken back. "What do you mean?" He said.
"Well, he's my master, not yours. Do you not know anything about how the whole keyblade thing works?" She asked, a tad impatient. The spirit gave a sideways glance then forced a smile. He had no clue. Ignorance was bliss in this case.
"Okay, well, when a keyblade chooses a person with a heart that best suits them, or in this case, a person inherits the right, the keyblade spirit is then formed upon the person's wishes, thoughts and dreams, etc. I was just formed minutes ago in order to become this boys keyblade. Are you following?" Way to the Dawn explained. The other spirit nodded, but he wasn't sure he understood.
The spirit itself had been something alike to sleeping, waiting. His mind was a blur and barely knew anything except thoughts based and formed by strong feelings that came from his heart. If she was telling the truth - which, for some reason the spirit knew she was by instinct - then she'd only only been formed barely moments ago, and knew more than he did.
"So, because a person can only wield one keyblade, that means you shouldn't be here." Way to the Dawn said simply. The spirit looked at the young boy closely.
The boy's eyes were a soft turquoise and had a sort of depth to them that was startling coming from a child of his age. Yes this child had light inside of him, as all kids do, but the spirit could also see a tiny haze of darkness buried deep inside. The blade did not know why, but this darkness seemed to frighten him. This darkness, if given the chance, could swallow the light completely. The spirit's eyes darted to and from Way to the Dawn and the young boy, wondering if she could see this darkness.
The spirit was about to speak but then he noticed something. There was a presence of a bright light on the boy, like the scent of various foods on your fingertips after you eat or scratches on a piece of metal. This trace mixed in with this young boy's light so perfectly, it wasn't easy to sense at first, so the spirit's confusion seemed inevitable that he'd confuse the two. But once the spirit had a lock on it, it wasn't hard to tell the difference. The innocent light that laughed and played with this young boy, was definitely the same light that led him here.
"When the time comes for this young boy to summon me, don't get confused and come instead, ok?" Way to the Dawn said with a playful smile. She closed her eyes and placed a angel wing sleeved hand on her chest. "I may not be complete for some time, and the time may not come for years, but one day, I will be his keyblade."
"Riku, come on!"
A young voice called out from the distance. Everyone turned their heads to see another young boy with spiky brown hair waving his hands and smiling.
"I'm coming, Sora!"
The silver haired boy replied. His tiny fingers unlaced off of the keyblade the older man was holding out.
"That's Earthshaker. Maybe one day you'll actually meet his spirit, but he was the one that seeked me out through the young boy's heart." Way to the Dawn said. "I probably would've never even glanced in this direction if it weren't for him calling out to me."
The young boy seemed to be leaving as he said his goodbyes to the older brown-haired keyblade master. Way to the Dawn turned to the male spirit standing beside her. "I guess I myself should be leaving. A young child has no need for a weapon like me, and hopefully won't for some time," she said placing a hand on his shoulder "but I hope you find what you're looking for. Maybe we'll meet again someday."
The spirit nodded, and slowly started to smile. "Goodbye to you too, Way to the Dawn." He said. And without a word, Way to the Dawn disappeared in a flash of light, silently wondering how he knew her name.
The spirit waited until the time was right in order to continue on his quest. One day, the tugging pulled him from his rest to the familiar islands. For a moment, he stood on the beach watching the beautiful blue waters, the stars shimmering on it's reflecting surface. It's so… peaceful the keyblade spirit thought.
When the time seemed about right, the spirit closed his eyes and let the tugging on his heart pull him to where he needed to be. The spirit dissolved and let the light overtake him as he was carried away like a leaf on the wind. When he opened his eyes, he was in the room of a young child. He looked around the room as he finally laid his eyes on a boy wrapped comfortably in his bed, sleeping soundly. The young child's breathing calm and relaxed as his mind was filled with wonderful dreams.
The spirit summoned his weapon form in his hand and pointed it towards the young child. He winced as the child rolled over to his other side suddenly. "Forgive me for intruding." the keyblade spirit whispered, not knowing if the child could hear him or not.
The keyblade shot out a light towards the young boy as the keyblade spirit slowly went into his being. The spirit felt a wave of warmth wash over him as he fell down and settled on the Station of Serenity. Darkness surrounded the large pillar, but it did not feel threatening or empty. The pillar itself was glowing, a faint pulse of bright energy flowing from it. On the pillar, was the boy, sleeping soundly, his boy encircled around the curve.
After taking in the blue pillar, he turned his head towards its owner on the stain glass floor, the reason why he came here in the first place. The spirit walked over to stand by his image. Viewing the boy's soul now, he could tell this child was not a keyblade wielder. Yet, why was the spirit's heart beating so fast in his chest? The light still had a hold on him, vines intertwining and wrapping around his heart. These vines had no thorns, if anything it was like a gentle hug that the spirit was happy to embrace. This child was innocent and pure, his heart small, but filled with a brilliant light that radiated kindness.
And yet, why wasn't this child a keyblade wielder?
The spirit could sense his potential as one… but there was something off about the child from last time he saw him. Something was buried deep down inside the young boy's heart, a faint heartbeat different to the child's. As if the child's heart could sense the probing, the heart's bright energy moved and shifted to cover up this other presence, protecting it with it's own light. The spirit tried to look again, but couldn't find it under the child's barrier. Had the young child's heart found out that it was here?
"Hello?"
The Little Heart called out to the spirit and "Ah! Hi, sorry!" He said, turning around to face the voice. What his eyes saw however, was another boy standing on the pillar that looked exactly the same as the brown spiky hair boy asleep below him, fuzzy bunny pajamas and all. "Wait, why are there two of you?" The spirit said puzzled. The boy giggled."I'm Sora's heart, silly."
Okay, so this boy's name was Sora the spirit thought. He had heard the name before back on his first visit, but didn't think much of it. The "Sora" in front of him had a faint glow, with a faint orangey tint to "him". The heart's voice sounded oddly familiar, but the spirit was clueless as to why. "His" smile was just as cheerful as the Sora below the spirit. "Technically, this is me," the apparition said gesturing to the platform they were standing on "but this in my opinion, appearing like this is wayyy better! Afterall, I am the true form of his heart. So, may I ask what your doing here?"
"Yeah, um, I'm just checking why you don't wield a keyblade." The spirit replied. In all sense, that was the truth, but why did the spirit sound so guilty. The heart gave a reassuring smile in response, which was just beyond adorable.
"Okay, I trust you." Sora's heart said.
The spirit nodded and looked around. "What's a keyblade?" The heart asked curiously, tilting "his" head. The spirit thought for a minute.
"Well, it's a weapon that is used to defeat all sorts of evil creatures and either work to protect kingdom hearts, or open up its contents. I'm pretty sure I was born there… a representative I think." The spirit's mind was usually blank, but in this heart's presence the words seemed to tumble out quicklier than he could think about them. "I'm a keyblade, well it's spirit anyways."
"Are you supposed to be a weapon? You… h-hurt people?" Sora's heart asked, tilting 'his' head.'He' looked saddened, 'his' voice full of concern. The spirit looked down at the little heart's eyes. Those big blue eyes looked frightened, as if the spirit was a monster. The spirit smiled and went over to stand in front of the boy's heart, kneeling down to level with 'him'. He smiled and ran his fingers through the heart's spiky brown hair which was soft and easy to maneuver through.
The spirit took a deep breath and summoned it's weapon form for the child's heart to see. "A weapon yes can hurt people, but it can also be used to protect the people important to you. If you champion the ones you love, then you can unlock a keyblade's true power." The child's heart hesitantly touched the blade and smiled as it traced its warm fingers across the silver metal shaft. This sent shivers down the spirit's spine. No other person had made contact with his weapon form before.
Sora's heart's eyes darted from the keyblade and spirit, and sensing the discomfort, retracted it's hand. "S-sorry." It said timidly. The spirit shook its head. "It's fine." He replied with a reassuring smile. The heart's touch was so familiar, no wonder this was most likely the source of the voice that had called out to the spirit's own heart.
The heart started to turn transparent as the boy below him started to fade, He turned his head and saw the young boy's soul starting to flinch and wake up. "Looks like I'm waking up… Hey, I never got your name." The heart asked with a bright smile.
"I-I don't know." The spirit said bashfully and blushed. "I could help you find your name." The heart said. The spirit was doubtful. Yes, he could tell this heart was strong. With a powerful light that was like a refreshing wave, it washed over the spirit by just being in it's presence. But could it really retrieve something as precious as its name?
"I'm sorry if this hurts, but I'm going to have to touch your heart directly." The heart said with a reluctant face. The spirit nodded, bracing himself for whatever pain would come.
The heart reached "his" arm into the spirit's chest, the hand passing through his outer body. The spirit winced at first, but felt an odd warmth spread through him as their hearts touched. Sora's Heart had closed "his" eyes as "he" searched for an answer.
"It's Kingdom Key."
The Heart replied after a minute. The spirit looked up from the ground, his mind swirling. "King-duh-m Key." He said testing it out on his tongue. The name felt right, like a puzzle fitting into place. Kingdom Key nodded, still unsure how the heart was able to do such a thing. "Thank you."
The heart was mostly transparent now as the seconds rolled on. "I guess this is goodbye." Kingdom Key said regretfully. He was unsure what would happen after this. Would it be forced to sleep again by that unknown entity? He didn't want to be alone.
"Are you not going to come back? Promise me you will."
The Kingdom Key sighed. "Of course," he extended his pinkie finger towards the heart "I promise." The heart look hesitant, but then smiled "his" usual optimistic smiled and "his" ghostly hand took the pinkie.
"Goodbye." The Heart said. Everything turned white, as the young child woke up. With everything fading, the last thing the spirit saw was the heart's wonderful smile.
The next thing the Kingdom Key saw when he opened his eyes was Way to the Dawn. Just how long had it been? How much time had passed since he saw that child? Kingdom Key shook his head as he focused his thoughts on the keyblade in front of him. Her face was in the familiar frown he saw her so often wear.
"Hey Dawn." Kingdom Key said. Way to the Dawn looked up at him, meeting his eyes, biting on her thumb nail. Those green eyes always looked so deep in thought. It was as if a mist was constantly moving and gears turning in those beautiful irises.
"There's been a huge mistake. I think your the child's keyblade." She said. Kingdom Key raised an eyebrow, confused more than ever. "Huh?" He managed to say.
"You heard Riku calling out to you too, right?" Way to the Dawn asked. She seemed worried. Of course, she was the type of spirit to be stressed with details and overthink everything, but good at heart nonetheless. Her words were always thought out, if she had made a mistake, it couldn't be good.
"Yes…" Kingdom Key said, still confused. He was still unsure which of the children had, because best friends tend to have similar… well, he couldn't put it into words exactly, because it was mostly likely only a keyblade thing, but he could call it an aura. It would be the same for family members because they share the same house, and spend so much time with each other, so their heart's aura's would be familiar. Sure, each person's heart felt different, but unless you spend your life alone, you have at least a few hearts that have touched yours in some way. Anyhow, the two friends certainly made an impact on the other.
Secretly, Kingdom Key had hoped it would stay like that. He'd hate to see the two separated.
Way to the Dawn took a deep breath. She grabbed his shoulders and looked him in the eye. "I think you're his keyblade," she said, delivering her second line with a hint of sadness "not me."
"What makes you say that?" Kingdom Key asked.
"Well, I-I'm not really… I don't exist yet. My interests don't match up with his… or anyones for that matter. I made a mistake and I woke up at the wrong time. I'm such an idiot." Way to the Dawn said, starting to cry a little.
Kingdom Key took her hands off his shoulders and held them between the two. Studying her face now, he could see her eyes had a faint red tint around them. She must've cried before, feeling all alone and doubting herself. This time, he was here.
"Hey…" He started. His mind hesitated to tell her this next line. It's not like he couldn't tell her not to cry. Sometimes it's okay to let it all out, but he wasn't sure this was one of these times. "Please don't cry… Are you sure?" Kingdom Key asked.
"Yes. I am very sure." She nodded. Looking into those brilliant eyes of hers, it was hard not to believe her.
"What do you want me to do?" Kingdom Key asked.
"I need you to look after him. Please make sure… he…" her eyes darted back and forth pleadingly. Looks like she did see that darkness.
"Okay, I will." he said. Way to the Dawn nodded slowly and let go of his hands. She smiled as she faded away into the light surrounding them. Kingdom Key thought about she was the only other Keyblade spirit he met. "Goodbye."
Darkness.
Everywhere, there was darkness.
Specifically, Riku was surrounded by darkness.
The Kingdom Key reached out to his wielder's heart and was met with nothing but an icy cold haze which suffocated it. As a keyblade of the realm of light, Kingdom Key couldn't stand it anymore. The darkness pierced his soul like sharp vines, twisting and digging into its very being. If it had blood in its veins, it would bleed to death.
But, in the distance, there was a light.
It was small, but unusually bright in the desolate void. It was like a beam of sunshine cutting through the clouds during a raging storm. Kingdom Key dragged his feet towards this small beacon, the darkness still trying to grab hold of it.
The light waited patiently, its outstretched arm unwavering. This light was familiar to the spirit, as his heart was racing in his chest to show its recognition. As it reached the light and held it in his hands, he was pulled through.
Kingdom Key was drawn towards this light's hope. It was constantly shining and smiling. It had no one to impress, it just naturally enjoyed helping people, and seeing their happiness before its own. It's unnatural optimism kept it going through tough times, helping up others in its wake. It was always see the good in people before the bad. If anything, the Kingdom Key would describe this light as warm. With such a radiance, it had found the Kingdom Key. As all these emotions and feelings were coursing through him, the Kingdom Key silently approved the small light's brilliant glow.
Deep down in his heart something clicked. It was like a contract being made, a promise of great importance. Something sparked inside him. The keyblade spirit looked down on it's chest to see a metal chained necklace forming on his neck. The charm was silver and was a big circle with two smaller circles like ears on top.
When Kingdom Key opened his eyes, he found himself standing on a stained glass platform. It was oddly familiar, filled with a bright energy. It just had to be him.
"Sora."
Kingdom Key whispered. He had formed a contract with Sora. He thought for a minute. If a keyblade of the light went to a heart of darkness, of course they wouldn't be right for each other. Instinctively, he had found the closest heart of light to move on to.
Kingdom Key put a hand on his chest thoughtfully, looking out in front of him and the young chocolate-haired boy to see the silver haired boy with his outstretched hand. He always knew he'd be summoned to be used in battle, but not like this.
I'm so sorry, Dawn.
AN: I kinda ship Kingdom Key and Way to the Dawn. A tiny bit.
