A/N: Hey, I'm back and I'm srry it took so long -- I'm very thankful for your review and support, you guys are the greatest.
Last Time:You took in a deep breath, you hadn't the slightest clue as to where you were going. You barely had time to take one step before a whole fleet of heartless popped out of nowhere. You sighed gruffly. "Great……………."
They were the same insect-like ones that had invaded your home, with the same haunting eyes. You bit your lower lip, not out of fear, but the fact that you now had to do math. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight…….." You counted in your mind. Okay, so there was only about 3 trillion of them and only one of you. Of course with every passing second, another one seemed to sink up out of nowhere, as if a serpent slithering from the darkest depths of and endless abyss.
They neither frightened nor worried you now, in fact, they merely hunted you for the purpose of their own lack of backbones. In other words, they feared you, so they sought out your demise so they could narrowly escape their own. For next to the bearer of the keyblade, you were one of the only few who dared to oppose the dark side, you were one of the only ones who could defeat it.
You merely let out a breath as the rushing blackness of a heartless attack drew near. You curled your hands up into tight fists as the heat began to flow through them. (A/N: All about the powers I mentioned earlier.) You watched the creatures, not regarding your own downfall as your palms began to glow a bright yellow with electric discharge. You eyes glinted as your heart swelled with calm pride.
The heartless moved around blindly, navigating their prey. "Alright….." You said to yourself as you smirked with the earnest but tense desire of battle as you gripped the heap of lightning formed at your fingertips. Your confidence built as you gradually recalled the monotonous life of destroying these things. "On the count of three….." you instructed yourself and once again faced the dreaded subject known as math. "One………………………..two…………………" You were in a proper battle stance that made you feel that even the calming hands of a spirit couldn't stop you from lunging a direct assault at them.
"………….Thr-" You stopped in mid-sentence and you tripped over your unguided feet as figure seemed to take a defensive step in front of you. An appalling imprint crossed over your face as you lied there on the ground of the third district, watching the form of this person stand his ground tall and with pride. A sense of self-pride you much found in yourself. However, you hopped to your feet, not knowing what this guy wanted, but hey, this was YOUR fight!!!!!!!
Your eyes grew wild with confusion. What did this guy want? He still stood there in front of you, all decked out in a black outfit that was covered in zippers almost everywhere imaginable and was sporting bright yellow tennis shoes that matched with the yellow and occasional red striped that zigzagged all across his outfit. He had some crazy chestnut brown hair that was at the same time almost rather sexy, even from the back. (A/N: Oh yes, I went there)
You heaved a deep breath and retained your stamina as you reached out for the boy's shoulder. This was to no avail because as soon as your thin, warm, now powered down, hand was about to make contact with him, he sprang forward at the heartless, a giant key assembling out of thin air in his hand. About one hundred and one different varieties of expression framed your face as you slipped and inquiring glance at him. A key? Only the keyblade master himself could wield it, so that had to mean……….
Your face was now a mirror of many thoughts. You watched him with once again glinting eyes as his slashes at the dark creatures with his keyblade were with a sort of floodlike force. One-by-one, they all diminished, this truly had to be the keyblade master. You were now fuming. Hero or not, it was still YOUR fight, and now all the action was taken. You felt an air of strength and somewhat pride in him, he had a very good heart, or so it would seem.
The boy smirked victoriously as he de-summoned this mysterious key's power and slung it over his shoulder, as if to say, "Hey, check out the bad ass right here". His chestnut hair drew long shadows over his eyes which you could barely make out for him to possess any as he turned back to you. "No need to thank me." He said in a sorta smug way that seemed to spark your temper a bit.
Believe me, you didn't plan on thanking him. But then again, that was rude, you shook your mind free of those tasteless, ungrateful thoughts. You still needed to know nonetheless, who was this boy? Could he really be the real deal? "You……could you tell me, what is your name?" You asked as coherently as you could although you hated to acknowledge people as "You".
"My name?" He questioned with a slight chuckle as a cheshire cat smile formed on his lips. "Well, how do I know I can trust you?……………."
A/N: Well, that's it for chapter 2!!!! Please keep reading, it'd be greatly appreciated. See ya later!!!!