Forgotten
Summary: A/U "The memory now is like the picture was then; when the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again." What if in locking the worlds Sora was condemning them to forever be over-run by Heartless, instead of the happy alternate that he had been fed by strangers? What if those helping Sora had a hidden agenda? And what if what was thought of as pure, black evil was only a mottled shade of gray? Genre: Drama/Angst/Action/Adventure Rating: PG-13 Status: Incomplete
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or Linkin Park from which the title and summary for the story (the part in quotes) comes from.
Sweat dripped off his body; the only thing that betrayed how nervous he felt at this moment. It made his grip on the Keyblade slippery, and he had to tighten his fists in order to keep it in his grasp. Sora and his two companions stood on an earthern-platform that hovered in the air above water that looked look quite solid despite the fact that it was -obviously- water. This same water rushed upwards all around them; waterfalls that made up a complete wall and defied gravity itself as they reached for the sky. It was an unsettling scene.
"Well, let's go." Sora winced as he could hear the forced cheer he had put into his voice and hoped that Donald and Goofy didn't hear it too. They didn't give any sign of noticing, and for this Sora gave a silent thanks.
Making their way up the platforms proved an easy feat, though Sora felt more than a little perturbed about the giant, opaque bubbles that floated by the hovering daises. A cold chill worked it's way down his back, making him feel as he was being watch. There was something not right about this place, about this time.
Suddenly, Sora wanted to flee, to grab his two friends and run out of there like the hounds of Hades were on their heels. But something held him to his place, a something that not even until his dying day could he figure out. Maybe it was the power of the Keyblade, forcing his legs forward, or maybe it was his own spirit, crying out to save Kairi, the worlds, Riku..even himself.
As soon as he saw the pristine pool of water resting on the platform, he felt dread wash over and seize his heart. Whatever was going to happen, was going to happen now.
Riku.as soon as his form appeared, Sora knew. Riku's come for me.and this time he's not going to fail. A flippant toss of his silver hair told Sora all he needed to know. That at this moment, he had lost.
"Do you know what you do, Keyblade bearer?" Riku stood slightly elevated above the trio, and was sneering down at them in contempt. "Do you know what you are doing to all these worlds, all these people who are depending on you? Do you, Keyblade bearer?"
When Riku had shown up, Donald and Goofy had fallen behind Sora in line, ready to defend their friend should worst come to worst. Now they began to shift uncomfortably. They knew that Riku knew. They also knew that Sora did not know. The fact that Sora didn't know was the thing that had kept him blindly shoving forward, completing someone else's dirty work for them. But now.now the truth was going to come out.
"What are you talking about?" Sora shouted back at him. This feeling.it was like everything he had done to this point had all been in vain. That his life in itself was worthless.
"You, Sora. You are the reason that the Heartless will never leave all the worlds." Riku smirked condescendingly at the confused expression that Sora couldn't stop from quickly flashing across his young face.
"What do you mean?" Sora had meant to sound threatening, but his words were as hollow as he himself was beginning to feel. Trepidation had wormed it's way into his heart, although Sora knew that everyone he had trusted thus far had been on the side opposite the Heartless.or had they? Try as he might, Sora couldn't dispel the feeling that Riku was right.
"What I mean, is that instead of locking the Heartless out, you've only succeeding in locking them in," Riku started to explain patronizingly, "Ever wonder why the Heartless that are left in locked worlds keep replenishing themselves even though you've already killed hordes upon hordes of them?"
Sora felt ice crawl into his veins as he froze to the spot. He was right, he was right, he was right. that same phrase repeated through his head. "No, you can't be right!" Sora exclaimed suddenly, a thought dawning upon him. "Then why would Ursula, Malificent and all the others want to find the keyholes first? They were sided with the Heartless!"
"Don't listen to him Sora," Donald quacked uneasily, speaking up for the first time in all this argument. Goofy remained silent, not being able to look at Sora and convincingly lie. This was all too much for the both of them: Sora figuring out the truth during the crucial part of their mission. This was bad. This was very bad.
Riku chuckled softly, and shook his head. "They were misguided fools. They thought they were controlling the Heartless while all the time the Heartless controlled them. They paid for it in the end, all of them."
Riku flung his right arm straight out and then Sora felt the Keyblade dissolve under his grip. Sora had no time to think before his Keyblade had chosen a new master, a more twisted master, but more powerful than Sora nonetheless.
"Well? Are you two going to stick with your duty and follow the Key for King Mickey or what?"
~*~*~*~*~ A/N: Yeah, I know it's short. And I don't want anyone yelling at me for my plot inconsistencies; it's an alternate universe fic after all. Anyway, review, review, and treat yourself to some chocolate ^_^
Summary: A/U "The memory now is like the picture was then; when the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again." What if in locking the worlds Sora was condemning them to forever be over-run by Heartless, instead of the happy alternate that he had been fed by strangers? What if those helping Sora had a hidden agenda? And what if what was thought of as pure, black evil was only a mottled shade of gray? Genre: Drama/Angst/Action/Adventure Rating: PG-13 Status: Incomplete
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or Linkin Park from which the title and summary for the story (the part in quotes) comes from.
Sweat dripped off his body; the only thing that betrayed how nervous he felt at this moment. It made his grip on the Keyblade slippery, and he had to tighten his fists in order to keep it in his grasp. Sora and his two companions stood on an earthern-platform that hovered in the air above water that looked look quite solid despite the fact that it was -obviously- water. This same water rushed upwards all around them; waterfalls that made up a complete wall and defied gravity itself as they reached for the sky. It was an unsettling scene.
"Well, let's go." Sora winced as he could hear the forced cheer he had put into his voice and hoped that Donald and Goofy didn't hear it too. They didn't give any sign of noticing, and for this Sora gave a silent thanks.
Making their way up the platforms proved an easy feat, though Sora felt more than a little perturbed about the giant, opaque bubbles that floated by the hovering daises. A cold chill worked it's way down his back, making him feel as he was being watch. There was something not right about this place, about this time.
Suddenly, Sora wanted to flee, to grab his two friends and run out of there like the hounds of Hades were on their heels. But something held him to his place, a something that not even until his dying day could he figure out. Maybe it was the power of the Keyblade, forcing his legs forward, or maybe it was his own spirit, crying out to save Kairi, the worlds, Riku..even himself.
As soon as he saw the pristine pool of water resting on the platform, he felt dread wash over and seize his heart. Whatever was going to happen, was going to happen now.
Riku.as soon as his form appeared, Sora knew. Riku's come for me.and this time he's not going to fail. A flippant toss of his silver hair told Sora all he needed to know. That at this moment, he had lost.
"Do you know what you do, Keyblade bearer?" Riku stood slightly elevated above the trio, and was sneering down at them in contempt. "Do you know what you are doing to all these worlds, all these people who are depending on you? Do you, Keyblade bearer?"
When Riku had shown up, Donald and Goofy had fallen behind Sora in line, ready to defend their friend should worst come to worst. Now they began to shift uncomfortably. They knew that Riku knew. They also knew that Sora did not know. The fact that Sora didn't know was the thing that had kept him blindly shoving forward, completing someone else's dirty work for them. But now.now the truth was going to come out.
"What are you talking about?" Sora shouted back at him. This feeling.it was like everything he had done to this point had all been in vain. That his life in itself was worthless.
"You, Sora. You are the reason that the Heartless will never leave all the worlds." Riku smirked condescendingly at the confused expression that Sora couldn't stop from quickly flashing across his young face.
"What do you mean?" Sora had meant to sound threatening, but his words were as hollow as he himself was beginning to feel. Trepidation had wormed it's way into his heart, although Sora knew that everyone he had trusted thus far had been on the side opposite the Heartless.or had they? Try as he might, Sora couldn't dispel the feeling that Riku was right.
"What I mean, is that instead of locking the Heartless out, you've only succeeding in locking them in," Riku started to explain patronizingly, "Ever wonder why the Heartless that are left in locked worlds keep replenishing themselves even though you've already killed hordes upon hordes of them?"
Sora felt ice crawl into his veins as he froze to the spot. He was right, he was right, he was right. that same phrase repeated through his head. "No, you can't be right!" Sora exclaimed suddenly, a thought dawning upon him. "Then why would Ursula, Malificent and all the others want to find the keyholes first? They were sided with the Heartless!"
"Don't listen to him Sora," Donald quacked uneasily, speaking up for the first time in all this argument. Goofy remained silent, not being able to look at Sora and convincingly lie. This was all too much for the both of them: Sora figuring out the truth during the crucial part of their mission. This was bad. This was very bad.
Riku chuckled softly, and shook his head. "They were misguided fools. They thought they were controlling the Heartless while all the time the Heartless controlled them. They paid for it in the end, all of them."
Riku flung his right arm straight out and then Sora felt the Keyblade dissolve under his grip. Sora had no time to think before his Keyblade had chosen a new master, a more twisted master, but more powerful than Sora nonetheless.
"Well? Are you two going to stick with your duty and follow the Key for King Mickey or what?"
~*~*~*~*~ A/N: Yeah, I know it's short. And I don't want anyone yelling at me for my plot inconsistencies; it's an alternate universe fic after all. Anyway, review, review, and treat yourself to some chocolate ^_^