Mars: Here's another chapter.
Axel: Hey, what's with you?
Mars: Oh nothing.
Axel: C'mon, something's bothering you. Would you like Demyx to sing to you?
Demyx: Yeah, I can sing the Sitar song! -takes out Sitar- Hutal Hutala Hutala Hey, Playing my sitar everyday, Hutala Hutala Hutala Ho, Won't stop playing, no no no.
Mars: ...
Demyx: Faster and faster fast it goes, Playing the sitar with my toes, Hutalahey Hutalahey, Hutalahey, oh, Oheyoh.

Disclaimer: I don't own a single thing, except for that subpar drawing I made of J.D. for the story.

The Keyblade Doctor
Chapter 4: Keyblade

Turk woke up to the sound of rushing water. He slowly opened his eyes and saw water rushing upwards, assuming he was looking at the flowing water, he closed his eyes again. Then, he realized that he was, in fact, lying face down and reopened his eyes in shock. He found that he was lying on a large slab of what appeared to have been part of a path. He stood up and cautiously looked around and saw that he was in a crater filled with water flowing upward. Behind him were floating platforms which appeared to be made out of snow and ice. "J.D.!" Turk shouted, "Where are you? J.D.!" There was no response. "Hello? Anyone?" His voice echoed, but there was still no response. "This is bad," he said quietly, beginning to panic.

However, he was not alone.

Far upward on another slab of stone with what used to be a gate, someone had been watching him. A witch wearing all black, with her own plans for the newcomer.

"Come on, wake up, you can't be sleeping here all day!"

The sound of Elliot's voice was comforting to me. It meant that I was either dreaming, or that she found me after I collapsed. But I didn't wanna wake up in case I wasn't dreaming.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"I'm fine Elliot," J.D. mumbled in reply, half asleep.

"Elliot? Who's that? I'm Rikku!"

"What!" He woke with a start and found himself in an unfamiliar room with a teenage blonde-haired girl standing over him. Her hair was tied into a high ponytail with bangs parted to the right. She was wearing a blue scarf around her neck and an orange tube top held up by two black belts. She wore a pair of green short shorts held up by a loose orange belt and a pair of black and tan boots that came up to her knees. On her hands were thick tan fingerless gloves that covered most of her forearms. "You're not Elliot…?" J.D. said holding his head in his hands, "But you sounded just like her…"

"Sounds like Squall hit you a little too hard," Rikku concluded, "You're in a hotel room in Traverse Town. We brought you here after you got a good beating."

"That guy just…" J.D. began angrily, thinking of an excuse of why he was defeated.

"What? I went too hard on you?" The man that he had fought entered the room, "It was for your own good, we had to get the heartless away from you."

"How is knocking me out supposed to get the heartless away from me?"

"Did'ya notice that the heartless were only attacking you?" Rikku asked.

"No they were…" J.D. stopped and began to realize that when the heartless saw him, they forgot about the rest of the townspeople. "Now that you mention it…"

"It's because you have the keyblade," J.D.'s head perked up when he heard the word. He looked around the room and saw it resting against a dresser, "We had to get it away from you to lose 'em."

"It was the only way to conceal your heart from them. But it won't work for long," the man walked over to the Keyblade and picked it up, "Still hard to believe that you of all people are the chosen one." He held it horizontally out to the side and it disappeared in a glow of light and reappeared in J.D.'s hand. "Well, I suppose beggars can't be choosers."

"What?" J.D. gave him a confused look, to which Rikku responded.

"You're chosen to wield the keyblade, you get it?"

"No." He told them bluntly, he got up wanting to vent some of his pent up anger and confusion, "I don't really get what's going on here. First me and my friends have these crazy dreams about light, darkness and princesses. Then my best friend, Turk is acting weird all of a sudden wanting to see 'big sights'! And then, this black hole comes and swallows the hospital up and I have no idea what happened to my friends! Now, you're telling me that I was CHOSEN to carry…this?" He held the keyblade out in front of him, "What am I even supposed to do with this?"

"We know this is hard J.D.," Rikku stood up and placed a hand on his shoulder, "But we understand how you feel, we lost our home too."

"Ten years ago," the man added.

And like that, any anger I had went away. They had gone through the same stuff I'm going through, only they were just kids. It let me know that I wasn't the only one who lost their world.

"The heartless will keep devouring each world until there's nothing left."

"That's where you and your keyblade come in!" Rikku chimed in, "The keyblade is the only real thing that can defeat the Heartless."

J.D. examined the keyblade and saw his reflection in the blade, "So I was really chosen, out of everyone in the world -I'm sorry, worlds?"

"That's right," the man nodded.

"And another question," he lowered the keyblade and faced the man, "How come I never heard of other worlds before?"

"They're supposed to be a secret."

"Why?"

"'Cause they've never been connected," Rikku explained, "But ten years ago, the heartless came and destroyed the walls separating the worlds."

"And what are the heartless, exactly?"

"The heartless are creatures that feed on the darkness in peoples' hearts," the man informed him, "When they take your heart, you become one of them."

"Are they zombies or something?" J.D.'s question caused the man and Rikku to give each other an unsure look.

"I guess when you think about it, they kinda are like zombies!" Rikku agreed, "I never actually thought about it like that."

"Ah, I get it," J.D. grinned and nodded while he thought in terror, Oh my god, I'm in a zombie movie!

"Hey, you ever heard of someone called 'Ansem'?"

"Who?"

"He was the king of our world," the man explained, "He was studying the heartless and recorded all of his findings in a detailed report."

"Can I see it?"

"If I had it, I'd give it to you. They were scattered to the worlds when the heartless attacked."

"That's just great," J.D. sat back down on the bed and lifted his keyblade up again, "So what exactly do I have to do?"

"You have to go travel to the different worlds and lock their keyholes."

"Okay, you lost me again."

"I'll explain it better when we're with Aerith and the other visi…"

"Squall!" Rikku gasped. A knight-like heartless had appeared in the room.

The man, grabbed his weapon, which had been leaning up against the wall, "Rikku, warn Aerith!" Rikku ran through the door, and the man swung his weapon down at the heartless, killing it instantly. He turned to J.D., ready for battle. "J.D., let's go!"

"Wait! I still have questions!" He exclaimed, "What's going on? What's your name and how do you know mine?"

"The heartless are attacking, Leon and Cid told me," the man opened the window and jumped out.

J.D. looked out the window and saw Leon outside fighting more heartless. "How do I get down?" He heard the clanking of armor and saw that more heartless had appeared in the room. J.D. quickly climbed out the window and jumped down to the alleyway below, "Geranimo!" He landed on his feet, but his legs gave out and he ended up falling on his backside. When he landed, all of the heartless in the area focused their attention on him. J.D. immediately saw this and held his keyblade up to defend. Leon ran over to him and kept the heartless at bay, allowing him to stand up.

"What now?" J.D. asked.

"We find the leader," Leon replied, "We'll split up, I'll protect the first district, you go to the second and third!" With that, he ran off towards the first district.

"Great plan," J.D. said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He ran around the ally to find his way to the second district, all while clumsily swinging his keyblade, fending off attacking heartless.

Mars: ...
Demyx: I like my sitar, I like my sitar, I play the sitar, sitar, Wherever I go, Oheyoh, I like my sitar, I like my sitar, I play the sitar, sitar, Wherever I go, Oheyoh.
Axel: Dem, I don't think it's working.
Demyx: I won't stop trying to cheer her up!