The Neko palace was practically silent. Not a soul dared move as the Neko King fumed in his royal tactics room and paced the floor on thick stumpy legs, his ears back against his head as Marshal stood before him, his head bowed and his hands stiff by his side as the Neko King turned and slapped him hard. The mark stung and Marshal found himself turning his head, his eyes still closed as he refused to retaliate and the Queen gave a sharp intake of breath. Turning his head back, Marshal looked into the Neko King's fat greedy eyes and listened as his many chins wiggled as he spoke.
"You let them escape. You knew of the importance that I hold at least one of them, and you let all three of them escape." The Neko King hissed, walking away from Marshal to sit in his comfy cushioned chair as Marshal turned to face him.
"No, my King-"
"Tell me," the Neko King whispered, his fingertips touching slightly as he flicked his tail annoyingly behind himself and growled. "Do you still hold the youngest brown haired Neko?"
Marshal looked away and gulped. "No my Lord, he escaped through the underground moat with the help of the young Kitsune hostage and one of our own guards…"
The Neko King let the silence hang, nodding slowly before he asked another question with a rough bite in his voice. "And do you hold the oldest of the three Neko's?"
Marshal winced, letting his shoulders slump as he spoke in a muffled tone. "No my Lord…he escaped with the Inu spy and proceeded north towards Tora territory before we could reach him."
"And what of Night Crawler. Do you at least hold the one I personally told you to keep an eye on? Or have you fucked that up as well?"
Marshal let out a shaky breath, shaking his head before he spoke. "Sire…the young Kitsune spy, Aqua, left as soon as she heard of her sister's disappearance. She informed Night Crawler of all the events and I believe he knows we don't hold his ransom anymore. He has communed with the enemy."
The Neko King hissed, snarling at the Queen to be quiet as she attempted to speak up before he spoke. "Do you know why it was so important that you held onto that little runt, Marshal? Do you know just what you have done?" Marshal never answered as the Neko King continued, his eyes bulging as his fat wriggled restlessly. "Do you not understand the power of the weapon I am trying to build or the importance of the runt you have unleashed?" He stopped, closed his eyes and growled. "Tell me, Marshal, do you know how I became King?"
Marshal shuffled some before he straightened up and answered. "You inherited the throne from your father, sir."
The Neko King gave of a mad grin before he chuckled, shook his head and spat on the floor. "That's what he wanted people to believe too. You see, after the first Great War against the Demon King, my grandfather watched as his best friend was given a piece of the black amulet. He knew just what was being held in that damn cat's paws, and he knew that none of the chosen royals were using them to their full potential. These fifteen pieces of darkness, these fifteen treasures, where a weapon. A weapon so great it could initiate the control of the entire world. But those squabbling king's were all too blind to see it."
He laughed, coughing up some phlegm before he wiped it from his chin with his sleeve and continued. "My grandfather was the leader of the Neko King's army. But he knew he deserved so much more than what he had been given. So, in the middle of a stormy night, he performed the foul deed against his best friends trust and killed him in cold blood before he forged a letter leaving all of the King's land to himself." As the Neko King told the story Marshal tensed up and frowned some, never taking his eyes of the floor as the Neko King continued.
"It was a flawless plan, and one the kingdom ate up due to how close the duo originally was. But, there was one flaw my grandfather forgot to cover up in his haste for power. You see, the Neko King had a daughter. A supple thing she was, small and frail, yet beautiful and elegant for one so small and young, a perfect princess waiting for her father back home. News of the babe had failed to spread because of the Queen wanting to protect her newborn; keeping it a surprise for the husband she loved so. But of course, when she heard my father was coming after the death of her husband she saw through the disguise and was forced to abandon her precious daughter in an orphanage on the outskirts of the city. The news came within a week of my grandfather's return that the Queen had died, and the infant along with her in a catastrophic fire."
The King gave a small grin and ignored Marshal's wide eyes as he twitched some. "They say that the Royal Neko family are of snow white genes. My father managed to convince the suspicious kingdoms that my birth was an anomaly due to my somewhat brown spotted coat, but it wasn't. He told them that my children would forever carry on the white gene after I was crowned, but they won't, and so I can never have an heir without bringing the world around my kingdom down upon my shoulders. For years I searched for the princess, never once thinking to check upon the male genus until that quiet little kitten stumbled into my nest not four months ago. When Night Crawler lowered his hood to reveal his ears I knew who I was in that hall with just then, and of course, when he presented his brothers to me on a silver platter, who was I to resist? He had granted me an escape and a way to use the amulet piece I had been given." He let out another laugh and continued, his eyes turning dark as a frown came to his face.
"But, can you imagine my displeasure when a brunette walked into my halls? How could I be sure that he was an heir to the throne? But then, the eldest of the three appeared, and I could see the resemblance to the pictures painted on my walls of the old king immediately. Of course, when you failed to ensure the 'safety' of the large Neko I was rather disappointed. The brunette is of no use to me. But the blondes, both of them are what I need. Alive."
Marshal flicked his ears forwards a little, looking upwards slightly before he frowned and dared to ask a question, feeling slightly sick by all the treachery in the room yet finding himself obliged to stand by his masters side. "My King…I do not understand. If the world thinks you are King via blood, why is it so important that these Neko live? Shouldn't you dispose of them?"
The King sighed, closed his eyes, waited several seconds, and then looked up, folding his arms across his thick chest before he reached up to his neck and pulled down four black amulet pendants, slamming them down hard and causing his Queen to jump a little as they glowed a dark illuminating navy and immediately drew themselves to each other almost magnetically. "Do you know what these are, General?"
When Marshal nodded the King smiled and continued. "I am not as dumb as people perceive me to be. Although I inherited the amulet from my father and knew exactly what properties it contained from his observations with the rightful king before he passed, I could not use it. I knew the other Kingdom's would begin to become suspicious and interfere if I showed my amulet would not work, and so, I found myself having to come up with a clever plot to account for my grandfathers lack of ability to follow his plan through for future generations. I heard the song; was given the secret passed on, watched as the old Tora King wet his pants at its chant and laughed. And then my idea came. The only effect of the secret puzzles I could forcefully obtain without actually having the amulet was the immediate wealth."
"In order to avoid suspicion I drew all of the Kingdom's money to myself. Made it appear as if I was a rich cat amongst peasants whilst the Kingdom slowly faded into poverty. But the damn King's still remained suspicious, and I found myself needing a weapon to ward of their continuous snooping. Which is where this little war comes in. To make my people poorer and myself appear richer, I agreed to help the Hitsuji's in their struggle against the Tora's in return for their alliance and their amulet. Luckily not many of the young heirs have had the secret and the song passed down to them, and if they have heard it they have disregarded it like foolish heathens."
He chuckled, picked up the first amulet, and shook it. "The Hitsuji's gave me their amulet in return for gold, and as soon as it reached its brother I found there to be complaints reaching my ears of a famine in the Tori province. So I had securely obtained the famine piece. I then turned my attention to the Kitsune's secretly, and they too gave me their amulet and alliance in return for protection. It wasn't long after that when a plague wreaked havoc in the Inu province, killing many. Three pieces of the amulet I have obtained thus far, two that work for me as they were given willingly to me by an individual of royal blood."
"But as I turned my attention towards the Buta's the King refused to take an audience with me, promising me an alliance but offering no words or hints of an amulet. I scratched it of. When I have complete control of the other pieces I will return for it. The Saru, tired of being forced into hiding by the Ookami, willingly gave their piece to me in return for protection and gold, which I granted much to the displeasure of my people. After I obtained it a rebellion occurred in the Ookami providence. The Saru appear to believe it was my doing, and let them." He gave out another small chuckle. "It is one less debt the Neko people have to pay on my behalf."
"The Shika, seeing how I had 'helped' the Saru, begged me to take their amulet in return for peace and wealth, and who was I to refuse? As soon as I took their amulet the effects of one nation began to spread like wildfire, appearing in every nation but a select few, including my own, as that is where the amulets find their home." He put the amulet piece down and turned to glare at Marshal. "I hold pieces one, two, three and fourteen. I have never held the twelfth piece, but when I find it I will ensure it never leaves my side. As for the piece I originally held, it would not work for me. As I am not a descendant of royal blood it cannot, and will not work for me until a member of the royal family willingly hands it over to me, hence why the others all work so far."
He coughed and placed the pieces back about his neck where they dangled leisurely against his hairy chest, their bright glow hidden amongst thick coarse hair. "Which is where you came in. The charms I gave you to hand out were all cast under an illusion spell. All but one. Taking a stab in the dark, I assumed the piece passed down to me would be the transformation portion after some research into the location and effects of other pieces across the ages. I gave it to the young Neko, Night Crawler, to test his blood. Once I received reports from the blue haired Kitsune that all was well I saw to it that the eldest blonde stayed in my possession for a later date. But when the Kitsune came back with tales of treachery from Night Crawler and a growing affection with the Tora prince, I knew my amulet wasn't safe. I sent her to retrieve it, she failed. I went to use the brunette and blonde as a ransom, and you failed to keep them captive. Now I am left with only four pieces of the amulet when I should hold five. Tell me, Marshal, what do you propose I do?"
Marshal gulped, unsure of what to say. But before he could open his mouth the Neko King cut across it with a snarl. "I'll tell you what I am going to do, Marshal. I am going to send you personally into Tora territory. You will receive that amulet willingly from the Neko to keep its properties in check, and you will return it to me. I don't care how 'willingly' you receive it, as long as you do receive it from his hands. Is that clear?" When Marshal nodded the King growled and spat on the floor once more, standing and allowing his fat chins to wobble. "Good. Now get out of my sight. I want you to depart straight away."
Nodding, Marshal turned with a head full of buzzing thoughts and left, unsure of what to think and believe as he headed out into the castle. The Neko King sat back down heavily, his head in his hands as he breathed deep and listened to the clanking pieces of the dark amulet click and bounce of each other before a small voice spoke up.
"Husband why are you so bent on owning this weapon? Surely from what you have told me nothing good can come of resurrecting this Demon King."
The Neko King turned to his wife and smiled a toothy grin, laughing at her stupidity as she curled her ears back and frowned. "Oh, dear wife. The Demon King won't be called if I have all fifteen pieces. It takes a man of royal blood to perform that action. I won't be able to resurrect him, but I know some poor fool who will. Just imagine it, my love. No more hiding and pretending to be something we're not. No more having to cover our tracks in the mud. And at long last we can bear children without fear of repercussion. The Demon King will shower gifts on us for setting him free once more, and we will be in control of everything then."
The King stood and embraced his wife with clammy thick fingers, ignoring the worried frown across her face as she looked to the door and sighed. She knew in her heart of hearts that nothing good would come of this. But what was there she could do?
Sora groaned, shaking his head as he sat up and looked about the small dinky boat they had mutinied and stolen from within the castle depths. The river they had followed had been full of rapids, and Kairi had neglected to mention the bridge they would have to pass under until it was too late and the guards had already spotted them. It had taken them all of their skill and energy to escape with their lives before sunrise, but that didn't mean that they had come away unscathed.
Rubbing the back of his head, Sora ignored the scorched wood and the ripped sale as he turned his attention to the sleeping redheaded girl. Kairi was laid across the deck of the boat, her head buried in her hands as she cuddled beneath her blanket. Looking down at her left calf, Sora grimaced at the inflamed flesh that had been pierced by a burning arrow. The shot had been one of the first fired, and as Riku and Sora struggled to get them out of the line of fire Kairi had been unlucky enough to get caught in the crossfire. Shuddering, Sora remembered the scream that had torn from Kairi's lips when Riku had pulled the arrow free, the image still fresh in his mind before he turned to stare at the silver head male who was looking out to sea at the head of the boat.
Riku hadn't slept all night, keeping watch instead on the dark horizon before the sun came up. It was only after they found themselves clear of land did any of them relax, but as they sailed further and further out to sea a more pressing matter addressed them. They had lost all of their provisions in the main current that tossed them roughly, including their map, and now they were hopelessly lost and surrounded by nothing but blue ocean with no way to turn.
"You're finally up? Heh, I didn't think you would be up until sunset."
The voice was smooth, and as Sora stood and began to make his way over to the head of the boat he covered Kairi over a bit more, checking her temperature before he sat beside Riku and stared out at the endless ocean. A silence settled between them before Sora finally spoke up, looking at the smile on Riku's face warily as the sea breeze tickled their skin.
"Why'd you think that?"
Riku laughed and turned to stare at him, the bags under his eyes like deep purple bruises as he yawned, stretched, and spoke. "Because of the way you went down when we went over the rapids. There was such a crack when you hit your head that I thought for a moment that you weren't ever going to get back up. I had to keep checking you were breathing all night. Between you and Kairi I didn't get any sleep."
Sora rubbed the back of his head and winced a little at the bruised flesh before he let a lopsided grin come to his face. "Sorry…"
"Don't be. You're both alive and that's the what's important. Now all we have to do is find Aqua and Roxas, right?"
Sora nodded, trailing his hand over the side of the boat and letting his fingers dangle in the water as they drifted on a small breeze. "Riku, you know you didn't have to do this, right?"
Riku laughed and wrapped his arm about Sora's shoulders, pulling him close and smiling. "Of course I did. Besides, what would you do without me?"
"Probably crash and burn before the King dragged me back by the scruff of my neck." Sora grumbled, laughing a little at his own cynical tone before he frowned and flicked his ears. "I wonder why Cloud left. I mean, what could be so bad he had to leave?" He pushed his ears back and sighed as Riku shrugged.
"Beats me. All I know is that something funny's going on. Something we're not allowed to know about. And I think it's about time we found out, don't you?" He gave Sora a knowing smile, but Sora found himself unable to smile back as he looked out at the small bobbing land in the distance.
"You think they're okay?" His voice was small, and as he looked down he felt Riku's eyes turn to him.
"Why wouldn't they be?"
"What if the Neko King caught Cloud? Or what if he takes it out on Roxas? What if-"
"You think too much." Riku laughed, turning to look back out at the water. "Look, Cloud's not stupid. He's one of the smartest, most dangerous, scary, psychotic people I have ever met." Sora laughed a little as Riku shuddered beside him. "Cloud'll be fine. He'll know to stay of the roads and I bet he's not daft enough to let that spy go either. As for Roxas. You really don't think he can handle himself? All those times he was Night Crawler and you and Cloud never knew and you think he can't take care of himself against a fat lump like the Neko King?" This time it was Riku's turn to laugh as Sora smiled. "He'll be fine, too. He isn't exactly the strongest person I know, but he's damn well one of the fastest and sneakiest. You've got nothing to worry about, Sora. Except maybe what it is we're gonna do when we hit land." Riku looked up at the island that was drifting closer before he frowned and turned behind himself to glance at Kairi.
"You think she's gonna be okay?"
Riku turned once more to stare at Sora who was also looking back at Kairi before he gave of a sigh. "She'll be okay as long as we can keep her temperature down. The arrow's out, but the burn looks nasty. I'm sure she'll be fine in no time though. What about you? You feeling okay? Not woozy, are ya?"
Sora shook his head and pulled his attention back to the upcoming land before his gaze was drawn slightly upwards to face the dots that were making their way towards them, a pair of wings beating down on either side of them as they soared towards them through the sky. "What are those?"
Riku gave a growl and looked up. "Tori guards. Look's like we're gonna be in for another rough ride." Pulling the sword from his sheathe, he stood and waited, cursing his rotten look as Sora sat at his side and stared ahead. He had never seen anyone other than a Neko before, and to him the brown beating wings on either side of the men that soared towards them where alien at best.
As they approached closer Sora made out a royal mark amongst the dark brown material that looked to be made of some form of rough wool. But as he went to concentrate, his eyes squinting as Riku growled beside him, he watched as the Tori raised a set of thin long flute shaped instruments before they placed them on the end of their lips and blew. Sora winced and yelped as something small and sharp stuck fast in his skin, the small pin digging in deep as the world about him turned bleary.
Somewhere in the distance he heard Riku's shouts before the darkness began to seep in, calling to him to join it as his head grew heavy. Finally, after giving a panicked looking Riku one last smile, he fell backwards and landed with a heavy thud amongst the boat, allowing his body to go numb as he met the sleep that overtook him.
Sora woke with a start, coughing and spluttering as a wave of cold water drenched him. Frowning, he opened his eyes and gave a yelp as a guard roughly grabbed his upper arm, completely confused as to where he was and what was going on as the guard threw an empty bucket to one side and dragged him from the cell he was currently in.
Sora never struggled as much as he supposed he should have. His head was still sore and he couldn't get passed the giant black wings that were ruffled and bent as they sprouted from the guards back and hung heavily, both of them thickly muscled as the feathers gleamed in the candle light. As he was dragged through the halls, Sora noticed the darkness coming from outside some of the windows they passed and quickly glanced about, attempting to remove his arm from the iron grip the guard held him in as he grunted and attempted to catch a glimpse of his friends. But there was none.
Finally the guard stopped outside a pair of thick iron doors that were greatly indented and carved with painstakingly intricate pictures of a bloody war between the heavens and hell. Pushing the door open, the guard strode inside to face a cold ad barren room that stood as large as the Neko King's hall. The walls were bare, the ground cold and hard, and sitting at the end on a raised platform of two steps sat a set of royal thrones, one made of gold, the other of silver, and the final of tin. It was in the middle of these thrones that a young woman sat defiantly.
Looking over the woman as he was dragged forwards despite his kicking feet, Sora noticed that there was something odd about her compared to the normal regal princesses. She wasn't wearing a dress for one. Instead she wore a set of thick coarse trousers that were tucked into a pair of brown winter boots that were laced with fur and the slightest of metal. Her chest was covered by a thick body warming jacket that had no sleeves but held the same fur coloured cuffs about the neck and shoulders as her boots. Her hair was long and a deep chocolate brown, decorated by the only valuable item on her person, a beautiful silver and jade crown, intricately detailed to look like a nest of nature. Her wings fell from her back and swept across the floor tiredly, the flecks of gold hidden within the brown perfect enough to look like trapped sunlight.
She sat, as if bored, as a man with silver hair stood beside her, his arms folded as a sword dangled lazily from his waist and his own grey wings sat stiff and straight behind him. His shoulders tensed and Sora found himself gulping under the glare of steel eyes before he was thrown before the pair of them by the guard. Turning to look behind himself from where he sat crouched on the floor, Sora frowned to see a dozen similar guards lining the sidelines in the shadows, waiting to be ordered into attack mode.
"Tell me, you are a Neko, correct?"
Sora jumped and fell backwards, landing flat on his butt as he turned to stare at the young woman before him. She smiled warmly and placed a finger on her chin, waiting patiently.
Standing, Sora gave a hasty bow as he knew he was in the obvious presence of royalty before he spoke, his ears going back against his head slightly. "Yes, your majesty."
"Please, call me Tifa." She laughed her name away and beat her wings slowly, using them to bring herself gracefully to her feet as she spoke once more. "You must be worried about your friends, no?" Sora never spoke, but he nodded all the same and shifted his gaze away from the woman's eyes. "They are safe, child. I have had my finest soldiers tend to your wounded and the young female is currently resting. As for your male friend…" She paused and gave him a knowing smile. "He's fine too. He was a little unorthodox and touchy, but he currently slumbers in comfort." She frowned some and turned to face her soldiers that lined the walls, and Sora watched as they turned their eyes from her shamefully. "I am sorry my men where so rough with you, Neko. These are troubled times, and even the strictest of soldiers can find it hard to follow orders with a grumbling stomach."
Before she could speak the silver haired male at the side spoke up, his wings twitching irritably as he looked Sora over. "Princess, are you sure you should be speaking so conversely with these prisoners? We do not know whose side they are on in this war. Spy's are all over the place."
Tifa turned back and smirked. "Calm down, Zexion, these Neko's are just children. And besides, if they were so courageous and tactful to be spies, why did they wash up on our shores beaten in a busted boat?"
Zexion grumbled but never spoke after that. Instead he straightened up, muttered some words under his breath, and fingered the handle of his sword with a steel gauntlet. Tifa turned back to Sora and smiled. "Now Neko, before I can send you of to your friends I have a few questions to ask you. Are you willing to answer them?" When Sora became hesitant and took a precautious step back her smile disappeared. "Neko, my hospitality is only as welcoming as the gift of knowledge you give me. Right now, the fate of your friends lies in your hands. You were trespassing after all, and my men are ever so hungry."
Sora didn't know what to say, unable to believe his ears as he slowly nodded and put his head down. He had nothing to lose now anyway. He couldn't go back to the Neko Kingdom, so no matter how many of the King's secrets he gave away, it wouldn't matter.
"Good." Tifa continued, her smile coming back to her lips as she placed a hand on her hips and spoke in a confident tone that rang through the hall. "Now, tell me, what is your name? I warn you not to lie to me."
"…Sora…"
She nodded. "Good. You are honest." She laughed. "To tell the truth I already knew. You're friend was quite verbal when we rescued you from your boat. Okay, honest Sora, tell me, what where you doing in my waters?"
Sora hesitated again once more before he pushed his ears back against his head and sighed. "It's a long story."
Tifa sat back in her chair and crossed her legs. "I'm all ears."
A little taken aback by the situation, Sora began. "We were running from the Neko King."
"The King?" Zexion asked, bringing Sora's attention to him as he stepped forwards and frowned. "Why would you run from the King of your own nation?"
Sora let his shoulders slump. "It all started with the toll. They took my brother Roxas away from us and placed me and my brother Cloud in the castle. They wouldn't let us go. I don't know if something happened to Roxas or what, but Cloud left and took an Inu spy with him." He shook his head and clenched his fist a little. "We were left fighting to escape before the Neko King punished us for something we didn't do. We took the moat out of the castle. I guess we ended up in your waters by accident after the rapids. All I can say is that I'm sorry."
Tifa hummed and spoke up again, pushing Zexion back a little as he started forwards with another question. "Why would your brother desert you? Blood is such a precious thing. Did he intend to leave you?"
Sora shook his head. "Oh no ma'am. He went to go and save my brother Roxas from the Tora camp."
Tifa hissed. "The Tora's?"
Sora nodded. "Yes ma'am. You see, my brother got sent to war to save me and Cloud. The King sent him in as a spy under the name Night Crawler-"
"Night Crawler?" Zexion cut across, a bite in his voice as he growled some before Tifa stood once more and told Zexion forcefully to stand down.
Slowly, she made her way out to Sora warily and approached the confused Neko, her eyes curiously searching as she stopped a few feet from him. "You say your brother is called Night Crawler? Tell me, you say he entered the Tora nation as a spy…do you know anything else that happened to your brother?"
Sora shook his head and let his eyes fall. "No…the Neko King never told us anything. Sometimes, I can't help feeling that maybe something bad might have happened to him…" He trailed of and Tifa grinned, grabbing his chin and tilting his face upwards with a warm smile.
"Oh, honest Sora, you do not know the great accomplishments your brother has achieved."
"Accomplishments?" Sora asked, ignoring Zexion's scoff behind the princesses back.
"Uh-huh." Tifa nodded. "I know not of your brother Roxas, but I know of the wind whispering tales to me of a young Tora in a black cloak that rides like a demon by the name of Night Crawler. My intelligence tells me he is a man of many talents, a friend of the Tora's in every way."
Sora grinned. "That's Roxas…. But he's only befriending the Tora's so that the King wouldn't hurt me and Cloud back when we were in the castle. He has to know we're out so he can come home!"
"Honest Sora, you sincerely do not know what you have done, do you?"
Sora frowned, slightly confused before Tifa pushed him roughly, throwing him to the floor before she pulled out a slender blade lightening quick and held it not an inch away from his throat. Sora gulped, staring at the steel before he looked up into the sad face of the young princess.
"I wish I didn't have to do this to you, honest Sora…but I am afraid this is war."
"I don't understand. We haven't done anything wrong-"
"Perhaps you didn't quite hear me. You yourself said your brother is known as the infamous Night Crawler. The same Night Crawler that is now General Axel's, who is one of two heirs to the Tora throne, new Lieutenant. They have become intriguingly close and soon he is to challenge prince Reno for the throne on prince Axel's behalf."
Sora frowned and shook his head. "I don't understand…he's just pretending-"
"I have eye witness accounts that can put him at the scene the day my brother was captured by the Tora's. Face it, honest Sora; your brother has turned his back on you. Why else are you sat with a knife at your throat on my floor while he laughs and eats luxuries in a beautiful palace?"
Sora growled, his ears going forward as a couple of Tori guards stepped closer. "I know my brother wouldn't abandon us. He left to protect us. He's just using the Tora!"
"Then why is it a certain little Inu spy I have on the inside revealed to me every harsh aggravating detail? Don't worry, honest Sora, you and your friends will not be harmed. But from here on out you are to be treated as my prisoners." She smiled and turned back to Zexion. "Look's like we have our ransom. Send a note to General Axel and Lieutenant Roxas; I think it's time we proposed an exchange of lives."
Zexion nodded and Sora watched as the young male swept away before Tifa turned back to him and smiled. "I really am sorry, honest Sora. If you were anyone's brother but Night Crawlers, I would have let you go free, but I'm afraid a royal ransom lies on the truth of your tale. I just hope for your sake that Night Crawler and Axel are as close as you say. If not, they may refuse my proposal, and I will be left with no more use for you. And now you know too much." She turned her attention to two Tori guards. "Take him and put him with the others. We leave at dawn."
She withdrew the sword at his neck and a pair of strong guards swept him away under Tifa's command, grabbing him by the upper arms and dragging him of as he stared on in bewilderment, cursing the war as he sighed. It looked as if there was going to be something rather interesting happening within the following hours. Sora shrank in on himself a little, thinking of just how he was going to get himself out of the mess he had created.
Okay, just a fill in chapter on Sora and an introduction of two more characters. I hope you all like and let me know what you think. I know this is only small and there is no akuroku but I was pressed for time just to get this one up :) Anyway, I hope you all like.
So, any guesses on who the Inu spy is that's ratted out Roxas? Penny for your thoughts people ^_^ Until next time, bye bye
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