I'm gonna bring all of the Organization into it because Chain of Memories never happened in my story (mostly cause I've never played it and so don't know what happens in it). There are also three other Nobodies who aren't in the Organization, including the Lady-In-The-Dark-Cloak.
I also want to get it across before I start that Dark isn't really Sora, but he's also not a Nobody or a Heartless. It will be better explained later in the story.
The main pairings are Sora(Dark)xRoxasxAxel and RoxasxSora(Dark)xRiku.
Roxas had since left Dark to fend for himself in this world, saying he would be back in two weeks or if the Organization turned up in this world.
Dark wasn't really all that happy. He had traded cold for wet and cold. In short, he was miserable.
The brunette's mood wasn't helped any when he remembered the Cards he'd taken from 'Donald', but at least he now knew how to fight with his keyblades, Angel's Sanctuary and Oblivion, and if he needed a different type, there were four other keychains in his pouches; Oathkeeper, Fenrir, Darkfall and Blue Oceans.
The Spell Card had taught him the Cure spell and the Skill Cards had held Swimming, Gymnastics and Glide.
Dark was currently cursing anyone and anything he could think of. It was pitch black, it was pouring ice-cold buckets and he had absolutely no sodding idea where the hell he was.
The boy shook himself and his cold, shivering limbs and continued on through the trees where he could distantly see a bright yellow light.
So he staggered on, fighting the sleepiness that came with the cold until he heard the loud, booming bell of a large hound coming towards him from the light, followed by a loud, gruff voice carrying a lantern.
Knowing that whoever it was, was coming for him, Dark allowed himself to fall to his knees between the roots of one of the larger trees. Moments later, a large dark brown dog was whining and licking his face.
As his eyes closed and he gave into sleep, Dark heard a gruff exclamation and was picked up and wrapped in a massive, wonderfully, painfully warm jacket.
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"…his capacity for magic is phenomenal! How in Merlin's name did the Ministries miss him?!"
"Now, Poppy, I'm sure there is a reasonable explanation for this-"
"Oh my fucking Darkness! There's a green bushbaby on my bed!"
Dark scrambled back and ended up on his arse on the floor.
"Bugger!"
The House Elf squeaked and 'Pop!'ed away.
"Are you alright, my boy?"
Dark looked up. "Say what now?" There was an old man in brilliant purple and green robes, a long white beard and long white hair and a pair of benevolent, twinkling, icy blue eyes.
Dark spat out the first thing that came to mind…which didn't exactly make a whole lot of sense.
"The purple pineapples. They fly."
Those blue eyes twinkled even more and there were several laughs from around the room. Dark's bright blue eyes dashed around the room. There were five people aside from himself in the room.
A woman he assumed was a nurse was hovering by the standard greenish curtain and chuckling indulgently, an older woman in emerald robes with a severely tight bun was holding in a smile, a really, really, really big man with a big bushy beard and little black beetle eyes was laughing boomingly. The only person not laughing was the man with a sallow complexion and lank black hair. He looked positively sour.
And, of course, the old man.
"Where am I now?" Dark asked the said old man plaintively, unconsciously giving big blue puppy eyes.
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He was in a place called Hogwarts and it was a school where witchcraft and wizardry were taught.
The castle itself was really kind of shabby compared to Castle Oblivion, though it was infinitely more entertaining. There were ghosts, for one thing. He spent a great deal of time with the Bloody Baron who, for some odd reason, reminded him of Roxas.
And it was amusing as hell when a group of Fifth Year students, whom he found to be in a 'House' called Slytherin, walked in the two when they were deep into a discussion comparing the differences between the Magic Dark used and the Magic these witches and wizards used. The whole manner of channelling and shaping the magic was different and theirs didn't allow for much growth or upgrading.
The old man, Albus Dumbledore, had been more than happy to allow Dark to hang around for a fortnight once it was explained that he, Dark, was from an underground organization dedicated to fighting any who would tip the balance between Light and Dark. According to Dark, he had been raised in an enclave and taught to use his magic in an entirely different way. Dark had been more than happy to acquire as 'wand' (12 ½ inches, flexible, rare palm wood from somewhere called the 'Bermuda Triangle' and core of evenly rarer powdered Leviathan scale) and had proceeded to show everyone just how adept he was at randomly blowing stuff up with seemingly harmless spells.
The nurse-lady, Madam Poppy Pomfry, was more than happy to answer any questions Dark had about healing, and even taught him a few healing and diagnostic spells once he had agreed to teach her the Cure spell.
The tall woman in green turned out to be the Transfigurations professor (which, as far as Dark could figure, was changing the shape of something), Minerva McGonagall, or 'Miss Minny' as Dark had taken to calling her (to her chagrin, everyone else's amusement). She had eventually resorted to offering to teach him how to become an Animagus if he would stop calling her that in front of the students. He had agreed, wanting to know something as nifty as shape-changing.
The large man, Rubeus Hagrid, was the man who had found him on that first night. The two got along splendidly and nary an evening went by that Dark didn't go bouncing down the path to the little hut for tea with the half-giant and to chat on for hours about the various magical creatures of that world.
The last man, one Severus Snape, got a metaphorical kick in the pants when he realised being a total and utter prick to the boy only encouraged Dark to follow him around like an attentive, goofily love-struck puppy. Not to mention it irritated the hell out of the man whenever Dark accidentally called him 'Axel'. Snape had eventually resorted, like 'Miss Minny', to teaching the boy something to keep him occupided. He could have kicked himself for even thinking of something as dangerous as advanced potion-making…if only the boy hadn't been so good at it. Oh, he absolutely stunk at easy potions like the Pepper-Up Potion, but he excelled at things like Veritiserum and the Draught of the Sight. He was tempted to just throw the boy out of his dungeons more than once (he didactually; five times (Dark just kept coming back like a bad smell)), but the questions he asked after reading the encyclopaedia of potion ingredients and their effects actually gave him some inspiration for new potions (not that he'd ever admit it).
Two weeks passed and Dark wondered where Roxas was. Because, for all the people around him and all the friends he had made in the castle, Dark was lonely.
He wanted Roxas and/or Axel. Now.
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"Who are you?! How can you wield the Keyblade?!"
"Shut up!"
A cloaked figure lifted a key-shaped sword and clouted a blind-folded, white-haired youth with it.
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The shadowed woman was worried. Roxas was becoming volitile without either Axel or Dark around to keep him calm. Axel, himself, had been developing a progressively shorter fuse since Roxas' abandonment of the Organization. And Dark...
Dark was dancing wildly along the blurred line of light and shadow, not knowing which side to take. Or even if there were sides.
She sighed and her brown eyes glanced at the lumanescent green tank in the corner of the dark room, a slender male figure with spiky hair silhoette against the light.
"Is someone really evil if they have not concept of it? If they do not know it is wrong?" She asked the figure.
The sleeping Sora didn't reply.
She turned back to the monitors before her.
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