You Can Be a Hero
"Light and darkness co-exist. Two sides of the same coin. You can't just get rid of one side."
"What if we could, though?"
Vanitas was sick and tired of light screwing him up. When was a normal-ish life with the opportunity to gain needed strength again going to be on the cards? Soon, since light gave him one more blasted chance.
Sora broke so many laws of nature to bring his friends back together. As such, he was shoved into a different world with no way to get back home. Friends out of reach, but new ones in grasping reach. And by Kingdom Hearts he was going to help out a familiar face.
UA seemed like the perfect cover for them, solving all their problems. Until it didn't.
After all, light hates darkness, and darkness hates light. Destiny was inevitable.
Chapter 1- A New Day Has Come
"Hrgh… where am I…?" Sora groaned as he peeled himself off cold tarmac.
He looked down at his hand, checking he was whole. His hand felt wet, and Sora looked down to see a puddle on the ground reflecting the bright reds and blues above. Sora picked himself up, standing on two wobbly legs. He realised for the first time that he stood in the middle of an empty crossroad. White zebra crossings zigzagged in the square, while buildings stood from the edges watching. Cars were left abandoned beside the buildings, parallel to the black pavement, dull but bathed in yellows and reds. Sora looked up to find the source of all the light, billboards displaying alien concepts in alien lettering. As Sora looked around, he noticed no one was around. No one at all.
His mind reminded him of the sacrifice he made to give all his friends a happy ending together. The power of waking was always a troublemaker, but it was worth getting it. It saved his friends from death. And then it saved Kairi again. As Sora looked around and spotted a tall building with the numbers '104' illuminated, he smiled sadly, recalling the fun he and Kairi had before he faded. What he would give to be with Riku and Kairi back at the islands.
"Cheer up. You'll get back home soon." Sora spoke to himself, his eyes falling back onto the billboards.
He frowned slightly when he realised. The words were in a different language and Sora could not understand. The keyblade's powers let him translate any language. Sure, there were some mistranslations every now and then (normally if he was tired), but most of the sentences were usually readable.
The keyblade! Sora summoned it into his hand, checking he could. He was comforted by the decent weight, and how it thrummed, almost speaking to Sora, reassuring him. Sora looked up to the billboards again and saw that they were translated, and he could read them. He dismissed his keyblade with a large grin on his face. He set off in a random direction, hope renewed. He was going to make new friends and find his way back to the islands, even if it meant breaking more laws.
Vanitas first felt the darkness before he felt the cold. He groaned slightly as he came to, feeling the environment around him. Light it seemed was plentiful here, wherever here was, but darkness was strong and deep in light's cracks. No wonder he had reformed here.
Honestly, Vanitas felt like he should be surprised that he escaped death yet again, but Vanitas expected it by now. Darkness begets light and will always survive if light does. So, his body reformed again, much to his annoyance.
He stood up, opening his eyes. The world that he had landed in was a cityscape, although it seemed Vanitas was in a residential area. A cherry blossom tree swayed slightly in the dark of the night, and the street was dirty with petals. A circular moon shone, casting light down onto Vanitas' black hair, and illuminating the empty area. Vanitas wished the moon would go away. Cars were parked, forgotten, along the street, and what looked to be a block of ...flats (Vanitas thought that was what it was called) in the distance. Vanitas enjoyed the serenity, before flexing his fingers. His keyblade came to him instantly.
Good.
That was when he began to feel, or at least realise his emotions. He felt glad, he felt happy that light gave him another chance. But the larger feelings were hatred, for the chance light gave him. Disappointment, too, that he failed yet again. His life had one goal, only one, and yet he screwed up both chances of being whole.
Hold on a minute. Why do I still remember that blasted Keyblade War?
He had travelled to the future, but surely after he had finished, he would have returned to the past with no memory of the event. Was light screwing him up again?
Darkness rippled at Vanitas' back, slowly growing shape. A monster emerged, a scrapper unversed. It was green with red eyes, a pointed head and pointier claws. Vanitas' anger disappeared, the scrapper having it, was it, instead. Vanitas scowled, before striking it down in a rush. Pain shot through Vanitas' side, as did the anger, but he ignored it as usual.
Vanitas frowned. He had lost more strength than he had thought if that strong an emotion only created such a weak unversed.
He needed to regain lost strength quickly. He also needed to clear his head of these annoying emotions. It was starting to distract him.
Vanitas grinned better than a devil. He could kill two beavers (or was it birds) with one stone very easily.
Xerayn's notes- Hi! So this isn't going to be updated on a regular basis, and this is my first crossover. I'm writing a large series in my free time, so this is kinda when I'm at a loss with that one. But I'll try and update this at least once every three weeks.
Please review and say things I can improve on! I know this chapter isn't the best and not a lot in it, but next chapters will hopefully be a lot better.
