Hello all. I think I'm going to stop making predictions as to when the next chapter will come out. It seems every time I got to start working on it, something else comes up. Apologies go out to all of you who waited so long and thanks for being so patient.

In terms of delays however, I will tell you that my laptop hard drive had died and I had to replace it. I'm not sure how many of you have ever had to go through this, but do any of you know how long 200+ updates take to complete.

DISCLAIMER: No ownership rights here except for my own characters for the story. I'm just a simple writer trying to make people happy with his story.

Chapter 11: Treason?

'That was fun Mr. Fang; I think that was the largest haul we've had yet.' We were bringing our catch onto shore along with all the equipment. Not the most exciting part of fishing, but something necessary if we wanted to get things done. It had been several months since I met the old man and after learning the ropes, I thought I was an adept fisherman. That's not to say that the whole process was easy or smooth; there were plenty of times I wanted to throw Mr. Fang overboard and I'm sure there were many more times he wanted to do the same to me.

Fishing was one of those things that always seemed boring. To have to sit or stand at a dock or on a boat for several hours waiting for some unlucky fish to come by and get snared by a hook didn't seem all that appealing. I was never one for patience; if something had to get done, I wouldn't wait for anyone to give me the go-ahead. I just went and did it. Of course, that would get me into trouble with Mr. Fang who would sometimes have to bail me out of some messy situations...

One time, after going most of the day without catching anything, I decided that I would jump in the water and try to catch the fish myself, something I would never do again. Not only did I succeed in scaring whatever fish were nearby, I also tired myself in the process. Who knew that fish could swim faster than humans (it's not like they've been doing it all their lives)? Anyway, if being tired was my only concern, there would have been no problem. I could have easily just let myself float to the top or just swim, get in the boat and receive the scolding that I deserved from the old man.

If that were the case, life would be easy. However, life isn't easy and it has an interesting (and painful) way of teaching you lessons. I decided to swim to the surface and face my punishment. On my way up however, I felt a harsh burning and stinging sensation in my right ankle that made it very painful to move my leg. I grabbed my ankle and began panicking when I saw the bright red spot with what looked like small red tendrils shooting up my leg. Panic turned into struggle and after some time, I passed out from lack of oxygen.

I woke up an hour or so later in my room with a concerned Mr. Fang standing over me. I was slightly light-headed and had a searing pain in my ankle. After assessing my situation, he scolded me and told me that I was very lucky things weren't worse. Apparently, the jellyfish that stung me was one of the more poisonous kinds; that would have explained my symptoms including the nausea I was beginning to feel.

Shortly after that my sword lessons began. Mr. Fang said I was in need of some serious discipline and he thought this would be a good place to start. Outwardly, I made it seem as though I was disinterested, but inwardly I told myself that I would relish this time as this awakened my fascination with those interesting key-looking blades. I won't bore anyone with details of my lessons; all I know was that they made me a more patient and disciplined person. That's not to say that I was perfect, but it was a definite improvement.

It was through all of this that I came to appreciate Mr. Fang for all that he taught me. I can honestly say that he made me a better person. Some of the villagers were impressed with the level of maturity I displayed and that it was good to see one of the younger folk act their age. During this time, I also realized how much Mr. Fang actually cared about me. He could be rough around the edges to some people, but there was this kindness he always showed me, even when I was being reprimanded.

'Are you going to do some work or just stand there and daydream all day' a voice said to me as I received a light tap on the back of my head. Mr. Fang just laughed, shook his head and walked towards the boat to gather the last remaining items. I ran to the boat and grabbed the last few things he was trying to get together.

'You know you're not getting any younger old man. Don't carry too much' I teased him.

'Well, who else is going to do all the work when you stand there daydreaming' he shot right back. We both stared at each other for a minute before laughing. At this point, we both knew when we were joking and when we were serious; this happened to be one of the former moments.

'Hey, Mr. Fang; I was just thinking about something…'

'You know I told you to be careful thinking.'

'Haha. Do you remember the incident with the jellyfish?'

He nodded, 'How could I forget? You were pretty foolish back then and if I remember correctly, you still have the scar right? Why are you asking?'

My face went slightly red with embarrassment as I scratched my head and nodded in agreement. He was right though; who in their right mind (except for me of course) tries to catch a fish by swimming after it? 'Why did you save me?'

He seemed taken aback by this question as though he was surprised that I would have asked why he saved my life. To him it seemed like common sense; wouldn't anyone have done that? 'I couldn't let you drown; no matter how foolish your mistake was, I could never have left someone like that.'

There was something he was hiding in his answer however. A look of pain perhaps? I was determined to find out. 'I know there was another reason Mr. Fang. I was a real pain back then; most people would have probably never even bothered to save me. It would have been the end of them having to put up with me. On top of that, you also went and taught me discipline and showed me how to handle a sword. A stranger like me would never have received this treatment. So what was it Mr. Fang?'

At this point he was getting agitated. 'What else do you want from me Sora?' He only used my name when he was angry. 'A young kid going overboard should be saved even if they are a pain. That's all it was; a kind gesture, but as I can see that isn't good enough for you apparently.'

This was not how I wanted this conversation to go, but I needed to know if what I sensed was true, so I kept pressing. 'That's a lie Mr. Fang. There's something else you're not telling me. What is it? I'm not going to stop until I know.'

He was ready to boil over at this point. 'FINE!' he shouted, 'I…I couldn't stand to lose you even if you were such a pain back then, because…well because I consider you my son…' A single tear fell from his face with these last words.

I've never seen him cry before. I remember he said I reminded him of his son, but I would've never thought he would go so far as to accept me as if I was his son. Everything of course made sense as soon as he said this. I noticed over the time I was with him, that he became kinder and less strict with me. He was becoming more protective and he was finally able to admit to me (and himself) what I was to him. He was becoming a father to me. This thought took me back to my days with Mr. Sho and I too found a single drop of moisture slide down my cheek. I said the only thing that came to my mind at that point,

'Thanks…Dad.'

A look of shock came over his face. He couldn't help but smile seeing my goofy grin. Hugging me he said, 'Thank you son.'

The old man lived about 5 minutes outside of the main village which was about a quarter mile walk to the library. Walking through, the people greeted me with warm smiles and the occasional pat on the back. I'm not sure why everyone was especially nice to me, but I didn't take much stock in it. Since his son's death, they used to say he was cold and distant from everyone; ever since he found me, however, they've noticed a change in him, a good change. I assumed that's why they were probably nicer to me than usual.

There weren't many children in the village since most of the population was from an older generation. Those few that were there looked up to me and we were always excited when I came through. One in particular, a young girl of 5 named Cynthia, came running up to me 'Sowa! Sowa! Were you going?'

'I'm headed to the library.'

'The libary? What for? They only have books and no games…' she scrunched her face saying this.

'I'm not sure why, Cynthia. I just feel called there…'

'Called? You're weird Sowa but I tink you're nice. Don't be late!' she laughed as she scampered away.

Late for what? I thought to myself. I put this in the back of my mind and headed for my destination.

The library was an old building, probably one of the oldest in the city. During my past visits there, it was mostly quiet more for the lack of patrons. The staff were always polite to me probably because I wasn't one of the 'problem children' they sometimes mentioned. They were always willing to help me find what I needed and, on multiple occasions, asked why I didn't get a library card. I declined each time, mostly for the fact that I didn't think it was necessary since I wasn't able to come often and wasn't sure when I'd be able to return any borrowed items.

I walked to the front desk. The head librarian, Kara, could usually be found there checking in books and other tasks necessary to keep the place running. 'It's been a long time, Kara.'

Not bothering to look up from her work, she in a slightly irritated tone, 'I believe you mean Ms. Kara or Head Librarian.'

Deciding to mess with her a bit more, I said, 'Kara – I thought we were friends. Why do you have to be mean like that?' A while ago, she said that she trusted me enough that she allowed me to call her by her first name, a privilege reserved for very few.

'For the last time, the name is…'she looked up and turned a bit red with embarrassment. 'Oh, Sora... It's been a long time. How are you doing?'

I waved my finger at her, 'It looks like someone wasn't using their inside voice, hmm?'

'Oh stop it…you're embarrassing me Sora' she was still slightly red. 'What can I help you with? Are you looking for anything in particular?'

'Not today Kara, just browsing. I'll let you know if I need help.'

'All right Sora, you know where I am if you need anything.'

I nodded and walked to my destination, whatever that was. The library wasn't small but it wasn't large either. It had two floors with the bottom reserved for the children's section and set activities like music, art and crafts, and story time. The upper floors were the main library with a small conference room that was used for seminars and meetings.

Traversing the many areas of the library, I walked by several of my favorite titles some of which included: Believe It: The Story of the Number One Hyperactive Knuckleheaded Ninja, It's Over 9000! and I Want to Be King of the Pirates. Unfortunately, this section wasn't my destination and I continued to be guided by an unknown force.

I eventually found myself in a very dusty corner of the history section. The one shelf here was in a desperate need of dusting, something I found odd since Kara and her staff took very good care of the building. The books dealt with the subject of Kingdom Hearts. I didn't expect to be led here nor did I expect a section like this to exist. Mr. Fang had briefly talked to me about Kingdom Hearts. I didn't take much stock in it though, thinking it was more legend than actual fact. Some of the books did mention the keyholes at the heart of each world, the heartless and other things, but I quickly became bored and looked for something else. Why was I led here? I thought to myself. There was nothing here that seemed interesting or worth noting.

A bit frustrated that I made the journey out here for nothing, I threw a book I just picked up back on the shelf and began walking away. I stopped however, when I heard a faint click and noise that sounded like something opening. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until I checked the side of the shelf closest to the corner wall. A small niche was open in the side of the shelf and a small leather bound journal was inside of it. This peaked my interest and I took the book from the opening.

There were not tags on the book and it looked like no one even knew it was there. The leather was a dark brown color with a gold and silver trim around the edges. The book had an unusual lock that looked similar to a crown. Of course, not having the key, I tried to pull at the lock strap to no avail. Annoyed but determined, I walked up to the front desk and asked Kara about the book.

'Where did you find this book, Sora? I've never seen it before.' I explained the weird compartment in the book shelf and she had a confused look on her face. 'It's funny you mention that, Sora' she said. 'I've never been to that section of the library, which would explain the dust. I'm pretty sure that section was here when the library was renovated 3 years ago. Hmmm.' She scratched her head and then rested it on the palm of her hand. Suddenly, as if a light went off in her mind, her eyes sparkled and she smiled at me.

'Sora, I just had an idea. Since you don't want a library card and you're always a good patron, I'm going to let you keep that book. It has no record tag on it, and I'm sure I wouldn't find it anywhere in my system. The only thing I ask is that you tell me what's in the book when you finally open it. I don't have any key that would fit that lock, but I'm sure you'll figure out a way to open it.'

I was in a bit of shock after she said this. She was still beaming at me and the only thing I could do was thank her. 'Now go quickly. It'll be dark soon and I know you'll want to delve into that book when you get home.' I ran out of the library as fast as I could, eager to see what this leather tome held.

'Is everything ready for his return?' a voice said. The person walked around making some final adjustments. Even though it was dark, they could still make out their cohorts who nodded to their previous question. 'Good…take your places everyone. We don't have much time until he gets back.' The moonlight shining through the window cast an almost eerie gleam on the faint smile coming across the person's face…

DUH, DUH, DUH! (like scary movies)

I was so excited that Kara had just given me this book. She was always kind, but I never expected this. In all honestly, I think I would have finally gotten a library card if only to find what was inside the journal now clutched closely to my side. The sun was beginning to set by the time I started home; I guess I spent a bit too much time at the library. I wasn't complaining though; what I found there was invaluable.

I entered the village and everything was quiet. The sun had just set and the stars were beginning to shine through. Despite the fact it was the middle of the week, it seemed a bit early for everyone to call it a night. Continuing my walk, I finally did notice a light or two emanating from some of the houses which put my worries to rest. There was no light coming from the old man's house which was weird since he usually waits for me whenever I was out late. The sound of breaking glass put me on alert and I ran towards the door. The sound of the door smashing open, coupled with a grunt and body falling to the floor were things heard as I made my entrance. 'Oh my gosh, Mr. Fang! Are you OK?' I suddenly felt bad as I realized the last two sounds came from my father and mentor.

'I guess that could have gone better' he said rubbing his nose. 'The only time I almost broke my nose was when I was caught…well I guess we can save that story for another time.' I cocked my eyebrow at this, but decided not to say anything…for now; this was definitely something I would have to bring up earlier. The old man got up on his own accord and dusted himself off. 'At least I know you'll protect the house from an intruder' he gave me a hard pat on the shoulder, a small bit of revenge from him. I chuckled a bit and rubbed my head (and shoulder).

There was another clatter somewhere nearby and I went on alert again. Oddly enough, the old man wasn't nervous or anxious. 'Well, I guess it's time to start things off.'

This was getting weird and I cocked my eyes at him. 'Hey…what's going on old man?'

'It's time to give you a lesson Sora. In the time that you've spent here, I've noticed many things happening with you. Some of these things have been shocking and mysterious; others have been disappointing and unnerving.' My heart dropped as he calmly continued what I could only describe as a mini-tirade. He didn't seem angry but he was clearly upset and I was completely confused. What had I done to merit this? I was about to question when he held his hand up and escorted me into the living room. It was completely dark, but despite all of this he somehow managed to shove me into the room without tripping or falling over anything.

'Do you have anything to say for yourself?' he finally bellowed.

I was starting to get scared and didn't realize that the journal I had clutched tightly to my side had been left near the door. I shook my head for 'no' as I readied myself for his 'final judgment.'

'Well then, there's only one thing I have to say to you.' I was temporarily blinded by the sudden appearance of lights and greeted by what sounded like a chorus of voices:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SORA!

What just happened? The old man was just berating me for who knows what, I get shoved into the living room and now I'm greeted by what seems like most of the villagers. Two questions immediately popped into my head: how was Mr. Fang able to get everyone in his house and what was going on? The second was probably more pressing than the first, but at this point, any answer would have satisfied me.

'What's going on? How did everyone get here? Also, I'm pretty sure it's not my birthday.' I may have forgotten my past, but I'm pretty sure I remembered when my birthday was.

'What's wong Sowa?' I immediately recognized the voice of young Cynthia who came running from around a corner. 'Don't you like your supwise?'

I smiled and crouched so I was at eye level with her. 'You did a good job and I like it very much Cynthia. I'm definitely surprised but also a bit confused.'

'I think I should clarify things.' Mr. Fang had finally spoken up. 'First off, I want to apologize for the rough treatment you received when you got in. I had accidentally knocked a glass off the counter when I went to the door to see if you were on your way home; it was starting to get late. The funny thing…I was stressing everyone to keep quiet and I'm the one who broke the silence and almost the surprise.' A roar of laughter sounded through the house. 'The rough treatment was the only thing I could think of to keep everything a secret.'

'I guess that makes sense and it probably makes up for me almost taking you (and your nose) out.' Another roar of laughter sounded through the house. 'What's with the birthday thing? I've never told anyone anything about that.'

'Ahh. A good question' the old man continued. 'It's true that you've never told me your birthday, but I wanted to celebrate the upcoming anniversary of your 'homecoming' if you want to put it that way.'

Things had begun to click in my head; he usually didn't let me leave after fishing before everything was finished, but he did say he had 'stuff' to do. Now I know what 'stuff' he was planning. Then something else clicked and I looked towards Cynthia who had a sudden guilty look on her face. I grabbed her and began tickling her. 'So you knew too?' I asked her.

Through the midst of giggling and laughter she managed to answer my question and I put her down. She ran back to her mom who hugged her and smiled at me. 'I hope you can forgive her, Sora.' I nodded towards her and looked around the room. There were people everywhere and I'm sure some were outside; I reminded myself to greet them when I had a chance.

'Thank you everyone for this wonderful surprise. I appreciate your kindness and generosity. I'm surprised it has almost been an entire year since I met the old man. Things were rough at first and I thought I would have to find somewhere else to live (not sure how that was going to happen). However, as most of you can see, I'm glad I never made that decision. Mr. Fang is a wonderful person and I couldn't have asked for a better friend, mentor and father (I still had not forgotten about Mr. Sho). This party should be just as much for him as it is for me. And of course, I can't forget about all of you. You're all a great group of people who have been supportive of not only me, but Mr. Fang as well.' I bowed to all of them as a sign of respect.

'And now, I think there's only one thing left to say: LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!'

Who would have guessed that Mr. Fang knew how to throw a party? It was a huge potluck and everyone brought a little bit of everything. Multiple platters of fresh fruits and vegetable lined a couple of tables. Various meats, cheeses and drinks were scattered everywhere too and I wondered if they had some more food on the porch. I walked towards that direction greeting people and thanking them as I passed by. All were in great spirits and we were all like one happy family. Somehow, the old man had gotten speakers so that those outside could hear any speeches made from inside. They were all happy to see me and sure enough there was more food.

The moon was full and the stars were shining at their brightest. It was a perfect night and I reminded myself I would have to do something equally as special for the old man in return. What it would be, I wasn't sure but it would be awesome! It was probably later in the evening at this point and we rocked the house like it was going out of style (I guessed that sounded a bit old school huh?). We danced and ate, talked and then ate some more. There were games for the younger kids and even prizes for the winners; although I'm pretty sure everyone had gotten one just to be fair.

I was having a good time when everyone was told to gather inside for one final surprise. Several of the villagers led me into the house, which was a sea of bodies. I was led to a small open area and sat on a chair. On order, I shut my eyes and the lights were dimmed. A couple of seconds later and I could feel the warm sensation of light dancing across my face. I opened my eyes and in front of me was a large cake decorated with shapes and colors of every variation and size. I took several minutes to behold the confectionary delight in front of me. Someone behind me told me to make a wish and so I did. I was about to blow the candle out when the door was kicked opened.

'Out of the way, we're looking for Sora!'

'I'm right here' I answered placing the cake on the chair.

Two men made their way towards the clearing where I was. 'Sora you are under arrest.'

Now this was a definite shock and I'm sure everyone in the place shared my feelings. 'What for and who could I have possibly wronged?'

'Don't play coy with us. We have descriptions and directions from her royal majesty of Radiant Garden.' There was some murmuring among the guests in the room. Mr. Fang had told me that was the world where all the incidents involving Kingdom Hearts and the Keyblade originated. 'Not only have you attacked innocent civilians, but you have also attacked the queen herself! You're coming with us! If anyone tries to stop us, they'll be arrested for treason as well.'

Attacking the queen? Treason? What's going on? It was going to be a long night…

This chapter should have been out long ago which is why I made it longer than the other ones. Consider it a present from me to you.

The adventure begins in the next chapter with Sora's impending arrest. How will he get out of this predicament? Will anyone help him? And don't think I forgot about Kairi. Also, did any of you get any of the references made in this story? If you have any ideas what they might be send me a message and I'll let you know…

Please rate and review. I appreciate all of your feedback.

-RRoP