Author's Note: Ahh.I actually wrote an entire chapter in under an hour -
methinks. I was so bored whilst in Colorado. (By a show of reviews, how
many love skiing!?) Well, at least on the way.somewhere. So I wrote Chapter
6, the first in several chapters that was completely put into manuscript
before any typing was done for it. So congratulate me, people, because I
had fun writing it! Let's just hope it goes the same way for you readers.
Disclaimer: Real. Real real. Realness. Real.
The Real Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts. As soon as Pocket- Bishonen.com opens back up, I'll own Sora, though. *smirk*
Anthem's Report: Chapter 6
By Deus Magi
Ansem didn't move. He sat in the large room that the small Heartless had led him to much earlier that morning. The place had a different look from the other parts of the castle - older, of course, but defined by industrial elements: enormous pipes, a broken machine on the right side of the room's main emphasis and wires crawling all around anything in their reach.
The Door that had been opened "shut" itself immediately after Ansem stepped out. The core of energy had overwhelmed him, causing a high level of nausea and fatigue. He, in turn, had no choice but to leave.
When he finally woke (after stumbling down the stairs leading to the Door, he had lost consciousness), the meteor shower had kept him awake, and most likely everyone else in the castle. Ansem waited until it appeared safe to step outside; at which point he ventured timidly, eyes skyward, outside the walls of the castle. The floors were littered with the small "meteors". Ansem glanced about, gathered four handfulls and retreated to the castle.
The substance was a completely strange one to Hollow Bastion. At least, Ansem was sure he had never seen anything like it. The great controversy took him back to that strange room. The Heartless remained there, as close to the Door as the strange barrier would allow. Had any assumptions been made that night, the morning would prove them in the right place.
So, here he was, paying full attention into boring a hole into the sample of the substance before him. The Heartless, although intent on breaking through the Door, watched Ansem almost curiously.
Ansem finally twitched and fell over. From his position on the floor he extended a hand and pulled the block as close to his face as possible.
"What. what the hell are you?" Ansem muttered. The Heartless spun around, charged - and was, for a second time, blasted with ice. Ansem sat up, watched Heartless dance around furiously, then smirked. "It serves you right, foolish creature."
The Heartless glared through those yellow orbs, slowly crawled back to the Door.
After hours of research on the small substances, Ansem finally tired of the practice and turned back to the Door. Something was odd about it aside from the general fact that it was there in the first place. It was closed, yet it remained open. But what kept him outside? Ansem would later learn that it was incomplete. in some way.
Ansem stood fearlessly, his long coat brushing against the Heartless that somewhat reverently backed away. He narrowed his eyes. He stared the Door. Smoothly, Ansem murmured, "Show me the core."
The Door seemed to radiate with returned defiance. Ansem reached forward. When he was less than a breath's width from touching the multicolored void -
"Master Anthem!" shouted a muffled plethora of voices. "Master Anthem!"
Ansem whipped around. His hand dropped to his side. "Well, this sounds vaguely important. Come." Ansem made his way down the stairs. The Heartless did not move for it did not realize an order had been issued. Then again, it wasn't like it mattered much. Ansem turned, eyes glittering with malice. The Heartless glared right back.
Ansem gestured toward the exit. "You do not belong here. Find your senses, being." Whether it was hypnotism or something else entirely was highly debatable. Yet again, it didn't mattered. Before long, the Heartless was obediently following at Ansem's heels.
"A massive core of energy lay beyond the door sought by the Heartless. It may be the ultimate goal of the Heartless. But what is that energy? I have devised a hypothesis, based upon my observations of the Heartless.
"The Heartless feed on others' hearts, and they yearn for that energy core. That thing beyond the door must be a heart, too--the heart of this world. There is no proof, but, having felt that immense energy, I am certain. That was the heart of the world.
"The Heartless are trying to take hearts not only from all living creatures, but from the planet itself. But what do they mean to do with the heart of the world?"
Disclaimer: Real. Real real. Realness. Real.
The Real Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts. As soon as Pocket- Bishonen.com opens back up, I'll own Sora, though. *smirk*
Anthem's Report: Chapter 6
By Deus Magi
Ansem didn't move. He sat in the large room that the small Heartless had led him to much earlier that morning. The place had a different look from the other parts of the castle - older, of course, but defined by industrial elements: enormous pipes, a broken machine on the right side of the room's main emphasis and wires crawling all around anything in their reach.
The Door that had been opened "shut" itself immediately after Ansem stepped out. The core of energy had overwhelmed him, causing a high level of nausea and fatigue. He, in turn, had no choice but to leave.
When he finally woke (after stumbling down the stairs leading to the Door, he had lost consciousness), the meteor shower had kept him awake, and most likely everyone else in the castle. Ansem waited until it appeared safe to step outside; at which point he ventured timidly, eyes skyward, outside the walls of the castle. The floors were littered with the small "meteors". Ansem glanced about, gathered four handfulls and retreated to the castle.
The substance was a completely strange one to Hollow Bastion. At least, Ansem was sure he had never seen anything like it. The great controversy took him back to that strange room. The Heartless remained there, as close to the Door as the strange barrier would allow. Had any assumptions been made that night, the morning would prove them in the right place.
So, here he was, paying full attention into boring a hole into the sample of the substance before him. The Heartless, although intent on breaking through the Door, watched Ansem almost curiously.
Ansem finally twitched and fell over. From his position on the floor he extended a hand and pulled the block as close to his face as possible.
"What. what the hell are you?" Ansem muttered. The Heartless spun around, charged - and was, for a second time, blasted with ice. Ansem sat up, watched Heartless dance around furiously, then smirked. "It serves you right, foolish creature."
The Heartless glared through those yellow orbs, slowly crawled back to the Door.
After hours of research on the small substances, Ansem finally tired of the practice and turned back to the Door. Something was odd about it aside from the general fact that it was there in the first place. It was closed, yet it remained open. But what kept him outside? Ansem would later learn that it was incomplete. in some way.
Ansem stood fearlessly, his long coat brushing against the Heartless that somewhat reverently backed away. He narrowed his eyes. He stared the Door. Smoothly, Ansem murmured, "Show me the core."
The Door seemed to radiate with returned defiance. Ansem reached forward. When he was less than a breath's width from touching the multicolored void -
"Master Anthem!" shouted a muffled plethora of voices. "Master Anthem!"
Ansem whipped around. His hand dropped to his side. "Well, this sounds vaguely important. Come." Ansem made his way down the stairs. The Heartless did not move for it did not realize an order had been issued. Then again, it wasn't like it mattered much. Ansem turned, eyes glittering with malice. The Heartless glared right back.
Ansem gestured toward the exit. "You do not belong here. Find your senses, being." Whether it was hypnotism or something else entirely was highly debatable. Yet again, it didn't mattered. Before long, the Heartless was obediently following at Ansem's heels.
"A massive core of energy lay beyond the door sought by the Heartless. It may be the ultimate goal of the Heartless. But what is that energy? I have devised a hypothesis, based upon my observations of the Heartless.
"The Heartless feed on others' hearts, and they yearn for that energy core. That thing beyond the door must be a heart, too--the heart of this world. There is no proof, but, having felt that immense energy, I am certain. That was the heart of the world.
"The Heartless are trying to take hearts not only from all living creatures, but from the planet itself. But what do they mean to do with the heart of the world?"
