Disclaimer: I do not own KH, any of its characters, weapons, or anything else. DO. NOT. OWN. All I own is Aislinn. That's it.
The first feeling that came to my mind was a sense of nothingness. My body and soul felt detached from one another, and I felt like I was floating. But after that, my memories returned, and I remembered the boy with silver hair, Riku.
What had he done to me?
My aquamarine eyes fluttered open, my pupils adjusting to the harsh sunlight that hit them. I could faintly hear the gentle, soothing sounds of waves hitting a shoreline somewhere off in the distance, and for the first moment since I had woken up, I could feel the sand beneath my tired body.
Where in the hell was I?
I sat up sluggishly, my body still aching from my "fight" with Saïx. I was a complete and total loser. I didn't even hit him, earned a few broken ribs, and on top of all that, had to be the damsel in distress, the ultimate Mary-Sue.
To sum it all up, I was pissed.
But I could think about that later. What was important now was figuring out what Riku had done to me—I internally scolded myself as I thought about how beautiful his eyes were—and where I was.
After a few minutes of painful movement, I was finally standing—my face in awe of my surroundings.
A beautiful, calm ocean was all I could see; it stretched out farther than the line of the horizon. The shining, pure white sand radiated the softest level of heat and glittered like diamonds in the sun. Beautiful palm trees were clustered in groups all along the mainland, and a particular island held a disfigured one, but this one was different from all the others. There were star-shaped fruits hanging from the top of it, and I wondered what they were for.
"You're awake."
The voice that reached my ears was not one that I wanted to face right now, and I narrowed my eyes as I turned to face its source.
"Let's skip the formalities, shall we? What the hell did you do to me, Riku?"
His eyebrows shot up in surprise, and his mouth twisted up into a smirk. "Tsk. Tsk. Language. That's not good for your health, you know?"
By the time he finished his last sentence, I was fuming. I stalked angrily up to him, and pointed a finger in his face.
"One. Don't you ever talk to me like that ever again. Two. I will cuss when I want to, and there's nothing you can do about it. Three. You WILL tell me what you did to me, or you are in for one hell of a beating."
THIS comment caused him to smirk even wider, earning him my Death Glare. (1)
The next thing he knew, my fist was flying towards the side of his face. Did I mention that I had a bit of a temper? But the thing that aggravated me was that in the second I had started to punch him, Riku had already raised a hand up, caught my hand, and twisted my arm backwards. He had me in an unbreakable death grip, my arm in a painful position.
No matter how hard I struggled, he wouldn't let me go. "You idiot! Let go of me!"
I could almost hear the smile in his voice when he said, "Say you're sorry."
"Like hell I will!" This caused my arm to be bent backwards even further, and I let out a cry of pain. But I wasn't giving in that easily.
"Say it, Aislinn."
"No."
"Yes." An inch farther, and my arm would surely break.
Damn. This would hurt my ego.
"Fine. I'm sorry. Now let go of me!" He let go, and I could have sworn I heard my shoulder pop back into place. Huh. He had dislocated it.
"You—you--damn you! What is wrong with you?"
"Hey, don't be such a sore loser! Can you handle this?" I spun around, coming face to face with a spiky-haired, blue eyed boy wielding a large gold and silver key.
My mouth fell open in shock as I realized what it was. "You have a Keyblade too?"
The boy's face now matched my own. "What? Riku, how does she...?"
Riku merely shrugged. "I don't know."
The brown-haired boy directed his gaze back to me, his eyes excited. "Can you summon it?"
"Um....I don't know. How do I--"
"Just think about it. Visualize it in your hand. It'll come to you." I half-turned to face Riku, his face sporting an impassive expression. I could see behind that mask though. Suppressing a laugh, I realized he was just as excited as his friend.
Too bad there was nothing to be excited about. I could hardly street fight. "Here goes..."
I closed my eyes, thinking about the beautiful, mysterious weapon that had presented itself to me in that dark and black abyss. The shape of the handle—the colors a beautiful mix of light and dark blues, the delicate keychain that resembled a snowflake, the cool calming feeling that I sensed whenever the weapon was in my hand...
And just like that, it was there in all its glory. I held it tightly and confidently in my left hand—that was another thing about me, I was left-handed—and smirked at the brown-haired boy, who was watching me in amazement.
"Care to get this party started?"
He nodded once, running up to me, Keyblade at the ready. Just by watching this first move, I knew this was going to be one heck of a fight.
At first, the boy's attack pattern was pretty simple. Slash. Slash. Retreat.
Slash. Slash. Retreat.
I defended with each slash, threw in a couple of swipes of my own, and took those few moments of retreats to catch my breath. The battle seemed to be droning on forever, and I hoped that it would end soon. But then the boy did something I didn't expect.
He summoned fire. With that one word, tendrils of hot, enchanted flame encircled his body, and the Keyblade wielder sent it towards me.
I froze, paralyzed with fear. If there was one thing I was afraid of more than anything else, it was that damned element.
I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think.
Fear was controlling me.
The far-off shouts of Riku were unintelligible to my ears, and I didn't see the spiky-haired boy running to help me. All I could see were those flames.
But then my Keyblade started to glow, and I was soon enveloped in a crystal sphere, suspended in the air.
I don't know what happened in the ten seconds between when I was contained in the sphere to when I woke up. All I know is what happened afterwards.
The ice shattered into a million little fragments, and I was left floating in mid-air. My regular jeans and a T-shirt combo had been replaced by a sheer-sleeved long, white dress. The side of it was split all the way up to the middle of my thigh, crystals adorning the waist. My body felt cold, like my veins were filled with ice. The strange feeling didn't hurt, it only felt...natural.
But on closer inspection, I noticed one huge detail.
My hair was silver.
"The heck?" I floated gracefully down to the ground, my fear of those flames long since gone. It seemed that they had disappeared between the time I was...whatever the heck I had just done. I looked down at my right hand, astonished at the other Keyblade I held.
It was mainly a silver color, the handle looking like it was formed in the shape of delicate angel wings. The blade itself was shaped in a way where part of it formed a heart, and the very tip formed a multicolored blue and yellow star. The Keychain was the same as my own—a small blue snowflake. (2)
Oathkeeper...
"Oathkeeper." I repeated.
"Aislinn?"
I turned around, only to come face to face with Riku and the other boy I had been fighting with. Both of them had their Keyblades drawn, to my surprise, and they stood in a defensive position. Sora looked at me with the stupidest expression I have ever seen in my sixteen years, and Riku looked absolutely—entranced?
I walked up to him, waving a hand in front of his face. "Hello? Anybody there?" I poked his head with my index finger, only to have him draw back in shock.
"Damn it, Aislinn! You're freakin' freezing!"
I cocked my head to the side. "What?"
"Have you seen what you look like?" The brown-haired boy finally spoke, his expression becoming a little more controlled.
"No...should I...?" Riku suddenly walked over to me, pushing me towards the ocean. The touch of his hands on my shoulders made me shiver, and I cussed myself out internally yet again.
When I finally reached the glistening blue water, my heart stopped beating for one millisecond when I saw the girl looking back at me. That wasn't me. It couldn't be.
The—stranger's—eyes were the same sea green color as my own, framed with lashes that were covered in ice. Her skin was pale and chalky, but the beautiful kind—it sparkled like a million tiny diamonds. The dress she wore was made of pure, white silk, hugging her slim form tightly. Her hair was a snow-white silver, reaching down to her waist. It framed her face lovingly, the wind pulling it every direction.
I had noticed this earlier, but this wasn't me. This was a stranger. I reached a hand out to place it on that girl's reflection, but when my hand touched the water—a small fraction of it turned to ice. With that one touch, I knew.
I wasn't Aislinn anymore.
I backed up in fear, stumbling over the train of my dress. "No. No. No. No. That's—that's not me. That's a..stranger...No. NO!"
I was crying now, frozen tears falling down my cheeks. I drew my knees up to my chest, folded my arms across them and sobbed even more.
"What the hell is going on? I was going home, I had just talked to Sky, my life is normal. Mom, Dad.....Becky, Grace. No. No. Keyblades...this is crap, this ISN'T REAL!!!!"
I was shouting now, on my feet, shaking in uncontrollable rage. My hands had started to glow, silver orbs forming in my hands.
In a matter of a few seconds, a burst of energy had released itself from my body, sending out a shockwave throughout the whole island. Riku and his friend were thrown back into the water, and when they resurfaced, I had changed back to my normal self.
I stared back at them, my body drained of energy. I tried taking a step forward, only to stumble and hit the sand. I blacked out for the second time that day.
~Author's Notes~
(1) This is something that I actually do. I am famous for it with my friends. XD
(2) I changed this myself. I know that the actual charm is Kairi's seashell thing, but I changed it for..well, you'll see.
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