ThrowingrockssatKingdomHearts

(AndgenerallymakingXemnasmad)

-o-o- Chapter 6-o-o-

-x-x- End This Charade-x-x-


Sora's eyes widened in horror, shock, and a little bit more horror.

He looked sort of like one of those stupid people in old, black and white, pathetically non-realistic and non-scary scary films. Which failed to be scary on several levels. His eyes were large with fright, as if he had just picked up the phone and heard a weird old man talk about 'having his number'. Or her number, as it most often was in horror films.

Only Sora hadn't just picked up a phone and he wasn't being stalked by a man with an un-naturally deep voice who had somehow broken into his flat.

He was sat on this little piece of island which he supposed must be the remnants of his home after those weird little black bugs came along and devoured everything. Save the spit of land he was on, of course.

It looked like the evil dark creatures were trying pretty valiantly to take over the last little piece of the island, however – a dark sea of the evil monsters with bright yellow eyes were swarming around, pressing down from all corners. Sora wasn't sure where the monsters ended and the deep purple sky began.

Riku had just been engulfed in the darkness.

Kairi had simply … disappeared … after a few eerily creepy parting words, her voice sounding oddly zombie-like.

Rey, Chell and Kay … He wasn't sure where they were.

They were probably at their little tree house when the monsters came, and had been taken away like Riku and Kairi. Or maybe … They'd been blown up along with the rest of the island?

Sora didn't have enough time to ponder this idea.

Another one of the monsters started to grow out of the ground, pushing up from the scattered debris and dying plants like the beanstalk in that old fairy tail. It was about quadruple the size of all the other little ones. Darkness was seeping off it in thick tendrils, and its head rose up, golden eyes staring up at the empty sky. Black shrouded all the stars and planets and other little glowy things one expected to find in the sky. Only the moon managed to pierce through the darkness, glinting on the massive monster.

Limbs flexed, hair blew around its face, clawed fists slamming into the ground.

He recognized this creature from somewhere…

He suddenly realized that throwing the 'keyblade' that he had received earlier down and leaving it there had been a very bad idea. So he raced back a little way to find the keyblade wedged in the sand, the same sand that was blowing into Sora's eyes and dropping itself into his hair.

His face screwed up in concentration as he attempted to pull the blade out of the sand. Eventually it dropped out and landed in his hands. Sora's eyes drooped a little as he turned round to face the monster yet again.

He took a deep breath, and breathing out a short scream, he flung himself at the creature. His keyblade flashed as he raced into the darkness, he felt it press in on him, but he kept on hitting anything he could get to.

This 'swing madly and blindly at anything and hope you've hit it' sort of fighting style seemed to work pretty well for a while, until the boy found it rather impossible to raise his weapon up to counter a burst of purplish-white light that was flying gracefully through the sky in the general direction of his head.

He'd swung the keyblade back too wildly and gotten it lodged in the sand.

Well boo he thought unhappily, as his doom drew nearer and nearer to him.

This was unfair. He'd never fought evil monsters from hell before, unless the monster from hell happened to be called Wakka.

And not even Wakka could shoot purple energy beams from a hole in his chest.

Sora screamed and leapt to the side, dodging the attack. He then ran back up to his keyblade and tried wildly to pull it from the ground, keeping an eye on the monster as it raised its arms slowly and mechanically, readying another attack.

Just as the fist was about to plough down into Sora's side, a piece of driftwood was pulled up from the ground by a sudden gust of breeze.

The thick piece of wood swirled around in the vortex that was dragging the island up, hitting the mysterious enemy roughly about the head.

The creature staggered backwards, and Sora watched in awe as the confused and dazed creature was pulled up into a large black portal-like object that was hovering over the island. It was expanding and making sickening noises as it pulled objects and plants into its swirling centre, its sheer power making the hair on the back of Sora's neck stand up. It seemed to have enough power to suck in the stars…

And if it could suck in the stars then a little fourteen year old boy had no chance, really.

Sora yelled for the fifth time in the past minute, gripping tightly onto an object that was jutting out of the sand. Sand, that was flying everywhere, into his clothes and face, grit getting into his eyes, making them water.

His grip started to slip, as he was ripped roughly off the remnants of his home, thrust into a strange new world that waited 'beyond the portal'.


Xemnas stared up at his Kingdom Hearts with a flabbergasted look on his face. A.k.a., he looked like somebody had just strolled up to him in the middle of a busy street and slapped him in the face with a fish. Or somebody who had just witnessed their life's work go up in smoke.

Which was strangely ironic, because that was what he had just done.

He hadn't been slapped in the face with a fish, but he had just witnessed the product of his life's work go up in smoke. With a lot of fancy explosions.

Nine years. Nine whole years. Gone up in smoke.

Kingdom Hearts was only half-way completed when the other five joined the organization, but they all quickly understood its importance. They all tried to help, because they all wanted their hearts back.

To be quite honest, Xemnas didn't care about them. But he did care about him, and he had wanted his heart back for a very long time. To enjoy the feeling of that muscle thumping inside his ribcage, sending blood – blood – gushing through his body like a red waterfall. To be able to feel something, anything, apart from that horrible emptiness that bit at his insides. The lack of a pulse. He just wanted something to ease the horrible, empty feeling that gnawed relentlessly at him, reminding him that he wasn't a proper person.

All he wanted was a heart. All they wanted were hearts.

Xemnas watched as his Kingdom Hearts started to dissipate before his eyes, pink hearts rising up from the stormy purple center, all beating with a fixed rhythm as they flew up and disappeared. Off to people who needed them more.

And Xemnas glared, the sound of the beating hearts slipping from his organization's grasps forever reminding him, once again, they weren't meant to exist. They didn't deserve hearts.

A portal opened up behind him with a great rushing of air, as a nobody known as 'Saïx' emerged from it, looking upon the scene of destruction with indifference in his golden eyes.

"Xemnas! Is Kingdom Hearts ready?" inquired the almighty blue-haired and scar-faced one.

"NO!" screamed Xemnas, sounding an awful lot like a Harpy. Or Larxene.

"So I can finally end this charade?"

A vein popped at the side of Xemnas's head and his eye twitched to show he wouldn't hesitate in the act of summoning a butcher knife and sticking it in Saïx.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! WEREN'T YOU LISTENING TO ME?!?!?!?!?! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO " Xemnas roared.

Saïx backed away slowly (A.k.a. was blown back about fifty feet), just in case Xemnas did summon a butcher knife, as he was very prone to doing when somewhere annoyed him.

"Grrr..." snarled Xemnas, pacing back and forth on his platform. "It.Was.Those.Girls.Axel.Told.Me.About," hissed the man, his fists clenched at his sides. They were balled up into fists so tightly the bone could be seen, jutting out underneath the skin. "They.Were.Not.From.Our.World. Their hearts were contaminated.. They destroyed our ... My ... Kingdom Hearts... They will pay... Oh yes... I will find them and HURT them all."

"Don't you mean kill?" asked Saïx tentatively from the corner.

"HURT and KILL them all!" Xemnas rectified his little mistake. "Saïx, go and tell Axel to go and wait in Traverse Town for the arrival of the girls. That's where everybody who's lost their home ends up eventually. Tell him to go and find one and bring them back here. Knowing how 'noble' and 'heroic' they all are, they will probably come running after the one missing member in their little 'team'. And then we'll have them in our clutches, and we can kill them..."

"And what about the Oblivion project?" asked Saïx from his corner.

"Go tell Marluxia to see to that."

"Right away," said Saïx in a sort of humble voice, bowing his head as he walked back through a newly-created portal.

Xemnas, meanwhile, stewed in his own juices.

Soon, very soon, he would have those three girls...

Revenge was a dish best served cold...


A/N: Or maybe revenge tastes best baked at room temperature with a nice salad garnish and a red hat.

But then again, we'll never know...