Disclaimer: The wonderful world and characters of Kingdom Hearts belong to the genius of Tetsuya Nomura, Squeenix, and Disney. And there they shall stay. I'm only temporarily kidnapping them fer a space time experiment. ;D
CHAPTER SOUNDTRACK – Twisted Little Star - Bertine Zetlitz- Reverse Dive -
Flashes through time…
Never ending dreams that just won't stop...
"A scream that haunts me every second..."
…The Soldier. The Flower Girl. The Childhood Friend. The Freedom Fighter. The Pilot. The Sinner. The Ninja. The 'Specimen'…
Their o t h e r s i d e...
A Mad Scientist... all for the sake of 'science'…
A One Winged Angel... because they are traitors to the Planet…
An abomination from the stars... Be my 'doll' and we will rule…
A heartbeat. A flash.
The flowers have tainted. The flower girl dies. The soldier screams...
Future,
Past,
Present...
Time melting onto itself to recreate... The same... yet not...
A SeeD. A Sorceress. A Martial Artist. An Instructor. A Sharpshooter. A Girl.
Ultimecia... Future's Past
Flash...
Falling...
An Actor. A Princess. A Summoner...
Falling...
Falling...
An Heir. A Dream. A Dead Promise...
Falling…!
Open your eyes...
"Open your eyes!"
Green. Blue. Glowing...
Multicolored and telltale...
Blue as summer rain.
Eyes are windows...
What color are your eyes?
FLLLLLLLAAAAAASSHHHHH!
Where does this story begin?
Stories don't begin anywhere.
They just are
They are parasitic, pulling the players within them
Like a puppeteer
Garland, JENOVA, 'Ansem', Ultimecia...
and his marionettes.
Kuja, Sephiroth, Riku, Seifer...
Sometimes, however… mere human will wields the stories
Something so Simple...
Something so Natural...
She made a promise. But was that enough?
He said he was sorry, but was it enough?
The door was closed, but was it enough?
Darkness//Silence.
"Where's Sora?"
"You look just like him..."
"You look... just like me."
Sketches in a notebook.
The boy that defeated the Darkness with only his heart
The dreamer that was consumed by it
And the girl that tied them tight together
The nonexistent who almost had a heart.
The nothing that found his.
The memory of a number.
The replica that fought for a meaning.
The gunner who searched for a princess.
The nameless one of many names.
A light golden and burning.
The Keyblade is never... is not enough.
'Waiting'
Someone has to wield it
'Wanting'
That's human Will
'Wishing'
Stars streak across the black sky, but the boy in the rain doesn't see them. Some are gold and some are dark violet. Even darkness glows.
Stars streak against a twilight sky, and they smile, and turn to see them. Some are blue and some are violet, light always glows.
Star streak against the dawn sky, and the two friends watch with full hearts. Some are white and some are gold. Dawn flickers to life.
b i r t h b y s l e e p
I have here a story. But what is this story?
It didn't start anywhere, certainly not here. It's not a normal story. It never even happened.
It just sort of… existed. But doesn't exist.
You can't trust stories like that... You're never sure how they'll end
These kinds of stories are the ones the players lead.
The story can't decide the ending…
The Third Door
'We'll go together!'
The Thirteenth Order
'NobodiesThe Nonexistent Ones. What is a Nobody you ask?'
The Third Wielder
'This time, I'll fight!'
The Keyblade War
'Wonder and Ruin'
Ripples across a dark sky, each star twinkles - blinks - out, o n e b y o n e.
A soundless roar. A song with no voice. The Nothing.
...Hear me... Can you hear me?
In 'everywherenowhere', a cold man feels a shiver, a Heartless gains a heart, an a keyblade master can't unlock a lock.
Is this the beginning of a new story?
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Or the end to an old one?
A new journey won't be so hard.
The Gravity of human hearts and human will often brings people together
Another Side, Another Story…
A dieing darkness heaves
And a nonexistant man watches the heavens
While a girl in limbo awakens and cries
For someone who can't
o p e n y o u r e y e s
t e l l m e w h a t y o u s e e
Drowning. Dive.
The color is that of sapphire stone buried in a stormy sea.
They aren't sappy eyes, but nor are they serious
Right at this moment, in the present and now…
These eyes are simply sleepy.
Drowning. Dive.
Fragments of time and space pass beneath their surface…Parts and players in the story
A key-shaped blade, silver and shining, a weapon of wonder and also of ruin
A girl… so much more than she seems, so much deeper than even the inner layers
An infinite darkness, consuming everything, eating all
Three GODS… and the MECHANISM used to wield their power
Yin and Yang
A knowledge-hungry man of many faces, like a doll with a detachable mask
And a great evil... a wielder of stories and of time
And...
A... ... ... ?
Drowning. Dive.
Those eyes are not alone in the darkness
Another, closed pair is there as well...
And also that of a god, detached from time and the triviality of mortality, but just as important to the story
"You're hurt!"
"Tell her I'm sorry."
The god hears his name called, but has been watching her for as long as darkness has existed
He already knows, in those eyes of no and all color,
What she sees.
"He's dieing! Help him, please!"
"He's... There's... so much red..."
"He's soaked!"
The god thinks it's hypocritical.
As odd and ridiculous as anything.
He can't bleed, but she still sees the blood.
He can't cry. She's sobbing.
He can't love. She cared.
He doesn't even have a heart. Hers is the brightest of them all.
White stairs like carved Ivory. Shadows leaping from every dark corner.
A strike of two blades, one shaped like a key, the blast of a bullet, a burst of flame.
Darkness shatters.
Gravity of Heart.
"My god... Ohmygod... let me help him! I don't know how! He's..."
"Please! He... He's dieing..."
"Your name... it's...?"
"Hold still... I'm... He...OW! He won't lie still! He's Dieing!"
Ironic AND hypocritical.
Such a slip of a girl, so tiny. She's doing the best she can.
The God, however, knows the nature of the injured.
Not in a all the years would he save that man's life.
But the tiny girl's desperate attempts touch him somehow.
Drowning. Dive.
Voices slip past, voices whisper thin and no bigger than a strand of spider web
'A new journey won't be so hard.'
But no one here is listening anymore.
The God asks her a question, lips in the darkness moving in silence.
She tells him with tear-filled eyes.
The dark light that fills that empty place is reflected in blue eyes
Spidery strands of dark violet against blackness and shooting stars of white and blue.
Drowning. Dive.
He fades.
She falls.
The Keyblade War.
A GOD of Hope and Light S A V I O R
A GOD of Determination and Dawn R E A P E R
A GOD of Nova Incarnate C A T A L Y S T
He fades.
She falls.
Drowning. Dive.
Birth by Sleep.
White walls and staircases. Pictures plastered. Faces from the past.
Fighting and running and moving, light spreading like the growing pool of a lit candle.
Shadows growing with the light.
f i r e a n d w a t e r
A nothing that never was. A shell that cannot become. Twilight born from a light.
The road towards darkness.
A genius's miscalculation. The report that was never written.
The e n e m y born from the o t h e r.
The Nobody's apology.
The story that shouldn't be.
He fades.
She falls.
Drowning. Dive.
Water.
Soundless and Voiceless tell Lightless it's time. The Chasers carve and Joyless prepares for war.
A golden light, a meteor falls deep.
She lands.
A GOD fights the darkness
She looks around.
A shard of a heart collects itself and burns.
The ground bursts. Stained glass glitters as it reveals itself to the fallen star.
And deep within the darkest void, the greatest evil laughs, a thousand voices lost in one
A thousand powers lost to no/some/thing
She who has fought for thousands of centuries...
She of a hundred names
She who claims the immortality of a Goddess
The Humanity of a Mother, Lover, Savior
She who claims the hearts of the fallen and wraps the lost in the darkness
The Heart of Heartless...
-REVERSE DIVE END-
KINGDOM HEARTS k a i r i g a i d e n
NoBodys Home
Author's Notations: Three years later and I finally decide to pick up this story and take it somewhere. Sorry fer how long it took to all those waiting. 3;
Originally 'Heart of the Heartless' was meant to be a FFVII-centric Kingdom Hearts ficlet. When I dropped the story idea, I never knew what to do with HotH. I liked it enough not to delete it completely – which paid off after I'd beat the second game, and I finally came up with a plot fer this bugger.
I hope ye guys enjoy NoBodys Home. ;D
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