Half-Heartless
(Note: This story is written in someone else's POV. Storm's. I'm in an evil mood...)
Chapter Ten
How long has it been since the wing has caressed my body like it does now? Ah, those times are memories, distant ones. Happy ones. These ones hurt. I can't believe I'm doing this. At first I thought it was impossible. I thought I was too strong for this fate that I have suddenly accepted. I wasn't strong. I was weak.
The searing heat makes invisible sweat travel down my face as I wait. Wait for what? Wait for the others, of course. I've been wanting to see Destiny again ever since I sensed the terrified expression that she carried. Terrified and confused. Why didn't I hang on? Sure, I would have to continue to press back the violent burning that erupted through my body every minute, but the innocent Bouncywild's happiness would've been worth it.
She's already stressed out enough as it is. Destiny is still searching for her place in the universe. I'll bet that being half-Heartless is difficult. The Heartless don't accept her, and neither do humans. I hope she finds comfort in being with Sora. Even though I want to help her out myself, that's not an option right now. I just have to sit around, do whatever Xavier forces me to do, and trust that she's in good hands.
A magenta gleam catches my eye and I look down to see the sharp sword I'm holding in my hand. We've already killed a few people. Its normally dark purple surface is tarnished with blood that's dripping from the tip. Curse that Xavier. I hate being robbed of my own free will. I hate it almost as much as the selfish freaks that stole my heart and sent my life into a downward spiral.
Maybe Des's life would've been easier if I hadn't gotten curious of the world outside Neverland.
I know she hates me now. But I was in so much pain, it was either let Xavier take over and live, or die and have Destiny become even more upset than she is now. What am I saying? This is worse. She knows I'm still out here, somewhere, suffering under the control of Deep Jungle's leader. And she'll go through anything just to get me back. If she dies doing so, I'll have nobody but myself to blame. I'm such an idiot.
And Maria. She's upset too, but probably not nearly as much as Des. Maria attacked me in an attempt to get me away from Destiny, whereas the half- Heartless was still getting over the emotions she was feeling. Poor thing. She's probably traumatized. Why do I keep trying to think about Maria, but keep on trailing back to Destiny? No, it's not possible. We may have been friends, but without a heart you can't go any further. Can you?
***
"You know what? I don't want to hurt the Keyblade master. He didn't even do anything. The Keyblade just chose him out of the blue. But I don't want to disppoint everyone." Destiny shuddered in the sudden cold, as dusk suddenly overtook day.
I knew that she needed someone to lean on. "Hmm... I think that you should do what you want. If you choose to battle the Keybearer or if you don't, is up to you. I'll be right there, whatever decision you make."
There was a long silence. Destiny felt uncomfortable, I could feel the essence of the expression coming off of her. She was frightened. Destiny couldn't find her place in the world, or, in any of the worlds. She was a little bit of both sides of the battlefield.
"I can understand that you're scared," I told her, knowing that Destiny was feeling lonely, "I would be too if still had half of my heart and was ridiculed by others. You're frightened that switching sides would only anger them more, right?"
She nodded, and I realized that I should've been getting back to Neverland. They would have been taking attendence soon and I had to get back in time for that. Destiny understood, a smile taking place of her previous expression. She seemed completely in awe as I took off. The only sound I had that broke the silence on the way back home was the steady beat of my wings.
***
[I made a promise that I couldn't keep. I MADE A PROMISE THAT I COULDN'T KEEP.] my mind screams at me. I told her that I'd be right there for her, to catch her when she fell, and where am I now? Geez, I'm such an IDIOT. A worthless moron that can't keep his promises.
This is all my fault, for existing in the first place. Sometimes, when someone is getting their heart stolen, they struggle to get away with all their might. When that happens, they're either too weak and get their heart stolen anyway, or their heart just bursts and they die. If I had struggled and died, maybe everything would've been better.
[It would've been much better,] scolds Xavier's irritated voice in my head. [You would've died, and Destiny would have too, fighting against the Keyblade master like she was supposed to.]
Scratch that. Maybe it was better that I had just given in.
Satisfied, I listen to Xavier's voice swearing at me. Of course, I don't give, and the sounds of Xavier being frustrated is music to my non-existant ears. Maybe I'll be able to torture the egotistical maniac until he can't take it any longer and leaves me alone. That will be fun. Maybe I can even gain half-control back over my body and mess things up for Xavier. That will be VERY fun.
"Storm!" I topple off of the light blue canopy at the sound of the short- tempered Bandit's voice, and land on the ground in front of him. Jai snorts at me and begins to walk away. "Jafar wants you to be ready with a squad of Heartless in the alley. Hurry up, will ya?"
"Yes, Your Majesty." I mutter, grabbing my sword (which landed a few feet in front of me) and using one of my cloth-like wings to clean it off. I hold it up to the light and admire its amethyst blade.
I don't want to hurt Sora, or any of his teammates. I don't want to hurt Maria. I don't want to hurt Destiny either. Why is Xavier making me do this? Why did Destiny have to get so attached to me? And what the heck am I doing, just laying around and letting this happen? I try hard to regain control over my body, but Xavier's laughter echoes through my mind as he makes me walk to the alley. This is so unfair.
My head swivels around to the roar of a distant engine. I stare at the scarlet streak falling to the earth, terrorstruck. This can't be happening. I really have to do this, don't I? But... I don't want to fight... Destiny's horrified expression from the incident at Merlin's house flashes through my mind. Maria's stern, almost emotionless look as she struck me with a rock. All Maria cares about is protecting Destiny.
That's how she always was. Now that I think about it, we were never friends. The Bouncywild was overprotective of Destiny. She was scared that I might hurt her. Maria never trusted me. Obviously, she trusts me even less now. If she's saying anything about how she's sad about me right now to Destiny, she's lying. Just to make Des feel comfortable.
She was fake all along. I can't believe I fell for it. Now she's going to try and convince Des that I was never real.
I wish I could go back one last time, to comfort the half-Heartless Bouncywild again, and make her feel accepted, even if it is only for a moment or two. I want to go back right now, prove myself to Maria, and fix everything up. Even if I have to go back to being controlled afterwards.
[Shut up. I'm trying to figure out this whole squad thing.] grumbles Xavier. I can't help but laugh. The hooded boy just screams at me more, but it just makes me laugh harder. Oh, how I adore pestering Xavier, and I like it even more when he loses his temper. After all, he's IN me, so he can't really hurt me.
After my laughter subsides, I reflect on the past. All of the times that I was scared seem so comical now. Like the times when Chloe*, the leader of the Air Pirate squad I'm in, caught me sneaking out. Tell you what, she was completely head over heels for me. Every excuse I made up, no matter how pathetic or obvious they seemed, Chloe accepted it.
My thoughts are interrupted as a Bandit cries, "To your stations!"
All of us disappear in puffs of indigo, waiting for Jafar's call so we can strike. We're invisible right now; Sora and the others can't see us. I gaze longingly at the entire group. How I wish to be one of them again. The former vizier is giving the Keybearer a long speech. Something about Jasmine. The princess. Instinct urges me; this girl is a Princess of Heart.
Jafar walks away laughing, and that's our cue. I'm to stay invisible awhile longer, because I'm stronger than most of them and a kind of "last resort". The opposers take down the slew of Heartless with minor difficulty. Another squad appears. I, while remaining unseen, am forced to glide down behind the team. Xavier's going to do a back attack.
My squad appears, and I appear with it. They are oblivious that I am behind them as they fight off the rest of my squad. I feel my hand wander to my sword and unsheath it. I'm forced to charge it up for a Strike Raid combo. He's after Destiny; the sword's aimed at her head.
Please, Des, look behind you...
The sword disconnects from my hand. The world seems to go in slow motion as I hope and pray that my half-Heartless friend will be alright. Destiny's scream jars me fully awake. Shame is the only feeling that I have as she's thrown against the wall. The sword is returned to me. No, please, don't do a combo... But Xavier laughs at me as he throws the sword again.
Sora jumps in front of the half-conscious Bouncywild and guards the attack back at me. My whirling sword strikes me right in the middle. I skid across the hot sand. My weapon lodges itself into the wall and pain throbs throughout my entire body as I try to get back up. Destiny has that hurt and confused expression again. In his weakened state, Xavier is vulnerable...
"G-get out of h-here... n-now... before he gains control again..." I manage to utter. My fingers curl around the hilt of my sword and I am forced to take it out of the wall as the owner of Stealth Sneak slowly regains control.
Sora starts to swing his Keyblade at me, but Destiny hops up and stops his arm. Even though the Keyblade master can't understand what she says, I can. "No, don't hurt him! Storm's still in there! Just whack him and knock him unconscious for awhile, but PLEASE, I beg of you, don't kill him!"
She still likes me.
My power overtakes Xavier's as I turn the sword around to fulfill my friend's wish. I am not to kill myself, just make myself go consicous. I hear Maria gasp as my blade sinks into my right arm. She never knew I was capable of throwing away my wants for Destiny. I smile to myself as I fall backwards and the world goes black.
[You moronic twit! What did you do THAT for?] scoffs Xavier's voice. I don't reply. I just sit and stare off into the endless ebony around me. The hooded boy's voice keeps bugging me, but I ignore him. I did the right thing... right?
***
Another eruption of pain blasted through my body. I slightly turned away from the raging battle in the Third District and closed my eyes, then suddenly, Destiny's worried voice resounded. "Is something wrong, Storm?"
"Huh? No, it's nothing," I lied, violently shaking the pain out of my head and opening my eyes. Destiny glanced at me worriedly before turning back to the battle. I shielded myself with my wings as another headache invaded my mind. I had wondered where Xavier had disappeared to; but now I knew that he was trying to control me.
***
If I had known that it would've happened so soon, I would have told Destiny and shared the time I had left with her. But bygones will be bygones. There is no use crying over spilled milk. You can't worry about what happened. You just have to carefully plan for what will happen. Next time Xavier is weak, I'll try to take over and protect the others for as long as I can.
Until then, I'll rest and allow my strength to build up. I'll be able to be... well... me longer if I stay strong while Xavier is trying to take over again. And I want to stay that way for a long time; an hour at least. Once I feel the pain again, I'll run off and get myself lost somewhere so that I can stall Xavier for as long as possible.
He's targeted on lulling Destiny over to the dark side. I'll have to protect her. It's my fault, I know it is. Somehow, I did something. And it's my fault. After that first take-over, she must have been so upset. Neglected and abandoned. I know. I've felt that way before.
There used to be a cheerful elderly Air Pirate. He would take me for rides above the ocean when I was only a lowly Shadow. He was my idol. I wanted to be exactly like him when I grew older, for he wasn't like the other Heartless. The Air Pirate could remember tidbits of his human years. He would tell me stories and teach me not to fight unless I had to; he was a gentle Heartless.
But within the first week of when I, myself, had become an Air Pirate, I went to him and everything about him seemed... different. The Heartless cared for nothing more than destroying those who opposed him. A week later, he met his demise. I had been depressed for an entire month before I decided that I would carry on the Air Pirate's legacy. I tried my best to be as kind as possible to everyone around me.
A year later, I met Des. At first I became friends with her mainly because she was the outcast and I felt sorry for her. In a way, I still do. But now we're friends because we like each other in a brother-sister way. I care for her and she cares for me. Then Maria came into the picture, and she tried to break the bond, but it was too strong for her, so she plays along.
A tiny glimmer reaches my eyes and slowly the world comes back into focus. I'm still in the alley. And so are Sora and the team. I'm about to get angry at them for not running away when I realize something. I hold my hand up to my face and curl my fingers into a ball. Then I look over at Destiny, who's sitting right next to me. Then I notice the bandage around my arm.
Relief clouds inside of me as I take notice that I'm moving of my own free will.
"Are... you all right?" asks Destiny. I nod and she hugs me. We sit there for awhile, and Maria giggles because I seem extremely shocked. No one really hugged me before.
"What happened?" I inquire, still in awe of the fact that I can move around. "I don't recall anything after I made myself get knocked out. All I was doing was thinking."
Maria comes over and tinkers with one of her earrings. "You hurting yourself temporarily knocked out Xavier. I'm betting that you'll be safe for another hour."
"Good... Destiny, do you want me to PRY you off?" I remark. Destiny lets go, the normally black skin under her eyes a bright pink. Maria and I crack up laughing.
Maria and Destiny show me that Mel is good now, and then after some scribbling in the pocket notebook everything is worked out. I'll remain with them for about a half hour (just to be safe) and then I'll go get myself lost somewhere. Hey, if Xavier lets me switch back to me being ME, I'll probably hit panic mode if I can't find my way out, but you have to be optimistic with stuff like this.
At least I'll be on the good side for a half hour.
[Author's Note]
*= Since most Air Pirates look like boys, I've come up with something that wasn't in KH that determines a Heartless' gender. For Air Pirates, girls have long black hair-like stuff. Whee? oo;
Maji: TROOOOOOOOOOOPHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! *hugs the trophy* *snaps her fingers* Young Sora!
Young Sora: *hands out free sugar cookies and pixie sticks to all the reviewers*
Chibi Ansem: Can I have one?
Young Sora: They're for the reviewers.
Chibi Ansem: Awwwwww...
Gypsy: Nonsense! Young Sora, let him have one too!
Young Sora: Anything for you, O My Mistress! *gives C.A. a cookie*
Vivi: *blink blink* Riiight...
Chibi Ansem: Yay! *nibbles on the cookie*
[Disclaimer]
Didn't I say that I WASN'T going to repeat myself? *shrugs* Oh well. I've been practicing in martial arts, bring on the ninja lawyers! *fights off ninja lawyers* *gets electricuted by Vivi* GAH! Stupid Black Mage... I dun own Kingdom Hearts. Or FF9. Even though I wish I did... *sigh*
(Note: This story is written in someone else's POV. Storm's. I'm in an evil mood...)
Chapter Ten
How long has it been since the wing has caressed my body like it does now? Ah, those times are memories, distant ones. Happy ones. These ones hurt. I can't believe I'm doing this. At first I thought it was impossible. I thought I was too strong for this fate that I have suddenly accepted. I wasn't strong. I was weak.
The searing heat makes invisible sweat travel down my face as I wait. Wait for what? Wait for the others, of course. I've been wanting to see Destiny again ever since I sensed the terrified expression that she carried. Terrified and confused. Why didn't I hang on? Sure, I would have to continue to press back the violent burning that erupted through my body every minute, but the innocent Bouncywild's happiness would've been worth it.
She's already stressed out enough as it is. Destiny is still searching for her place in the universe. I'll bet that being half-Heartless is difficult. The Heartless don't accept her, and neither do humans. I hope she finds comfort in being with Sora. Even though I want to help her out myself, that's not an option right now. I just have to sit around, do whatever Xavier forces me to do, and trust that she's in good hands.
A magenta gleam catches my eye and I look down to see the sharp sword I'm holding in my hand. We've already killed a few people. Its normally dark purple surface is tarnished with blood that's dripping from the tip. Curse that Xavier. I hate being robbed of my own free will. I hate it almost as much as the selfish freaks that stole my heart and sent my life into a downward spiral.
Maybe Des's life would've been easier if I hadn't gotten curious of the world outside Neverland.
I know she hates me now. But I was in so much pain, it was either let Xavier take over and live, or die and have Destiny become even more upset than she is now. What am I saying? This is worse. She knows I'm still out here, somewhere, suffering under the control of Deep Jungle's leader. And she'll go through anything just to get me back. If she dies doing so, I'll have nobody but myself to blame. I'm such an idiot.
And Maria. She's upset too, but probably not nearly as much as Des. Maria attacked me in an attempt to get me away from Destiny, whereas the half- Heartless was still getting over the emotions she was feeling. Poor thing. She's probably traumatized. Why do I keep trying to think about Maria, but keep on trailing back to Destiny? No, it's not possible. We may have been friends, but without a heart you can't go any further. Can you?
***
"You know what? I don't want to hurt the Keyblade master. He didn't even do anything. The Keyblade just chose him out of the blue. But I don't want to disppoint everyone." Destiny shuddered in the sudden cold, as dusk suddenly overtook day.
I knew that she needed someone to lean on. "Hmm... I think that you should do what you want. If you choose to battle the Keybearer or if you don't, is up to you. I'll be right there, whatever decision you make."
There was a long silence. Destiny felt uncomfortable, I could feel the essence of the expression coming off of her. She was frightened. Destiny couldn't find her place in the world, or, in any of the worlds. She was a little bit of both sides of the battlefield.
"I can understand that you're scared," I told her, knowing that Destiny was feeling lonely, "I would be too if still had half of my heart and was ridiculed by others. You're frightened that switching sides would only anger them more, right?"
She nodded, and I realized that I should've been getting back to Neverland. They would have been taking attendence soon and I had to get back in time for that. Destiny understood, a smile taking place of her previous expression. She seemed completely in awe as I took off. The only sound I had that broke the silence on the way back home was the steady beat of my wings.
***
[I made a promise that I couldn't keep. I MADE A PROMISE THAT I COULDN'T KEEP.] my mind screams at me. I told her that I'd be right there for her, to catch her when she fell, and where am I now? Geez, I'm such an IDIOT. A worthless moron that can't keep his promises.
This is all my fault, for existing in the first place. Sometimes, when someone is getting their heart stolen, they struggle to get away with all their might. When that happens, they're either too weak and get their heart stolen anyway, or their heart just bursts and they die. If I had struggled and died, maybe everything would've been better.
[It would've been much better,] scolds Xavier's irritated voice in my head. [You would've died, and Destiny would have too, fighting against the Keyblade master like she was supposed to.]
Scratch that. Maybe it was better that I had just given in.
Satisfied, I listen to Xavier's voice swearing at me. Of course, I don't give, and the sounds of Xavier being frustrated is music to my non-existant ears. Maybe I'll be able to torture the egotistical maniac until he can't take it any longer and leaves me alone. That will be fun. Maybe I can even gain half-control back over my body and mess things up for Xavier. That will be VERY fun.
"Storm!" I topple off of the light blue canopy at the sound of the short- tempered Bandit's voice, and land on the ground in front of him. Jai snorts at me and begins to walk away. "Jafar wants you to be ready with a squad of Heartless in the alley. Hurry up, will ya?"
"Yes, Your Majesty." I mutter, grabbing my sword (which landed a few feet in front of me) and using one of my cloth-like wings to clean it off. I hold it up to the light and admire its amethyst blade.
I don't want to hurt Sora, or any of his teammates. I don't want to hurt Maria. I don't want to hurt Destiny either. Why is Xavier making me do this? Why did Destiny have to get so attached to me? And what the heck am I doing, just laying around and letting this happen? I try hard to regain control over my body, but Xavier's laughter echoes through my mind as he makes me walk to the alley. This is so unfair.
My head swivels around to the roar of a distant engine. I stare at the scarlet streak falling to the earth, terrorstruck. This can't be happening. I really have to do this, don't I? But... I don't want to fight... Destiny's horrified expression from the incident at Merlin's house flashes through my mind. Maria's stern, almost emotionless look as she struck me with a rock. All Maria cares about is protecting Destiny.
That's how she always was. Now that I think about it, we were never friends. The Bouncywild was overprotective of Destiny. She was scared that I might hurt her. Maria never trusted me. Obviously, she trusts me even less now. If she's saying anything about how she's sad about me right now to Destiny, she's lying. Just to make Des feel comfortable.
She was fake all along. I can't believe I fell for it. Now she's going to try and convince Des that I was never real.
I wish I could go back one last time, to comfort the half-Heartless Bouncywild again, and make her feel accepted, even if it is only for a moment or two. I want to go back right now, prove myself to Maria, and fix everything up. Even if I have to go back to being controlled afterwards.
[Shut up. I'm trying to figure out this whole squad thing.] grumbles Xavier. I can't help but laugh. The hooded boy just screams at me more, but it just makes me laugh harder. Oh, how I adore pestering Xavier, and I like it even more when he loses his temper. After all, he's IN me, so he can't really hurt me.
After my laughter subsides, I reflect on the past. All of the times that I was scared seem so comical now. Like the times when Chloe*, the leader of the Air Pirate squad I'm in, caught me sneaking out. Tell you what, she was completely head over heels for me. Every excuse I made up, no matter how pathetic or obvious they seemed, Chloe accepted it.
My thoughts are interrupted as a Bandit cries, "To your stations!"
All of us disappear in puffs of indigo, waiting for Jafar's call so we can strike. We're invisible right now; Sora and the others can't see us. I gaze longingly at the entire group. How I wish to be one of them again. The former vizier is giving the Keybearer a long speech. Something about Jasmine. The princess. Instinct urges me; this girl is a Princess of Heart.
Jafar walks away laughing, and that's our cue. I'm to stay invisible awhile longer, because I'm stronger than most of them and a kind of "last resort". The opposers take down the slew of Heartless with minor difficulty. Another squad appears. I, while remaining unseen, am forced to glide down behind the team. Xavier's going to do a back attack.
My squad appears, and I appear with it. They are oblivious that I am behind them as they fight off the rest of my squad. I feel my hand wander to my sword and unsheath it. I'm forced to charge it up for a Strike Raid combo. He's after Destiny; the sword's aimed at her head.
Please, Des, look behind you...
The sword disconnects from my hand. The world seems to go in slow motion as I hope and pray that my half-Heartless friend will be alright. Destiny's scream jars me fully awake. Shame is the only feeling that I have as she's thrown against the wall. The sword is returned to me. No, please, don't do a combo... But Xavier laughs at me as he throws the sword again.
Sora jumps in front of the half-conscious Bouncywild and guards the attack back at me. My whirling sword strikes me right in the middle. I skid across the hot sand. My weapon lodges itself into the wall and pain throbs throughout my entire body as I try to get back up. Destiny has that hurt and confused expression again. In his weakened state, Xavier is vulnerable...
"G-get out of h-here... n-now... before he gains control again..." I manage to utter. My fingers curl around the hilt of my sword and I am forced to take it out of the wall as the owner of Stealth Sneak slowly regains control.
Sora starts to swing his Keyblade at me, but Destiny hops up and stops his arm. Even though the Keyblade master can't understand what she says, I can. "No, don't hurt him! Storm's still in there! Just whack him and knock him unconscious for awhile, but PLEASE, I beg of you, don't kill him!"
She still likes me.
My power overtakes Xavier's as I turn the sword around to fulfill my friend's wish. I am not to kill myself, just make myself go consicous. I hear Maria gasp as my blade sinks into my right arm. She never knew I was capable of throwing away my wants for Destiny. I smile to myself as I fall backwards and the world goes black.
[You moronic twit! What did you do THAT for?] scoffs Xavier's voice. I don't reply. I just sit and stare off into the endless ebony around me. The hooded boy's voice keeps bugging me, but I ignore him. I did the right thing... right?
***
Another eruption of pain blasted through my body. I slightly turned away from the raging battle in the Third District and closed my eyes, then suddenly, Destiny's worried voice resounded. "Is something wrong, Storm?"
"Huh? No, it's nothing," I lied, violently shaking the pain out of my head and opening my eyes. Destiny glanced at me worriedly before turning back to the battle. I shielded myself with my wings as another headache invaded my mind. I had wondered where Xavier had disappeared to; but now I knew that he was trying to control me.
***
If I had known that it would've happened so soon, I would have told Destiny and shared the time I had left with her. But bygones will be bygones. There is no use crying over spilled milk. You can't worry about what happened. You just have to carefully plan for what will happen. Next time Xavier is weak, I'll try to take over and protect the others for as long as I can.
Until then, I'll rest and allow my strength to build up. I'll be able to be... well... me longer if I stay strong while Xavier is trying to take over again. And I want to stay that way for a long time; an hour at least. Once I feel the pain again, I'll run off and get myself lost somewhere so that I can stall Xavier for as long as possible.
He's targeted on lulling Destiny over to the dark side. I'll have to protect her. It's my fault, I know it is. Somehow, I did something. And it's my fault. After that first take-over, she must have been so upset. Neglected and abandoned. I know. I've felt that way before.
There used to be a cheerful elderly Air Pirate. He would take me for rides above the ocean when I was only a lowly Shadow. He was my idol. I wanted to be exactly like him when I grew older, for he wasn't like the other Heartless. The Air Pirate could remember tidbits of his human years. He would tell me stories and teach me not to fight unless I had to; he was a gentle Heartless.
But within the first week of when I, myself, had become an Air Pirate, I went to him and everything about him seemed... different. The Heartless cared for nothing more than destroying those who opposed him. A week later, he met his demise. I had been depressed for an entire month before I decided that I would carry on the Air Pirate's legacy. I tried my best to be as kind as possible to everyone around me.
A year later, I met Des. At first I became friends with her mainly because she was the outcast and I felt sorry for her. In a way, I still do. But now we're friends because we like each other in a brother-sister way. I care for her and she cares for me. Then Maria came into the picture, and she tried to break the bond, but it was too strong for her, so she plays along.
A tiny glimmer reaches my eyes and slowly the world comes back into focus. I'm still in the alley. And so are Sora and the team. I'm about to get angry at them for not running away when I realize something. I hold my hand up to my face and curl my fingers into a ball. Then I look over at Destiny, who's sitting right next to me. Then I notice the bandage around my arm.
Relief clouds inside of me as I take notice that I'm moving of my own free will.
"Are... you all right?" asks Destiny. I nod and she hugs me. We sit there for awhile, and Maria giggles because I seem extremely shocked. No one really hugged me before.
"What happened?" I inquire, still in awe of the fact that I can move around. "I don't recall anything after I made myself get knocked out. All I was doing was thinking."
Maria comes over and tinkers with one of her earrings. "You hurting yourself temporarily knocked out Xavier. I'm betting that you'll be safe for another hour."
"Good... Destiny, do you want me to PRY you off?" I remark. Destiny lets go, the normally black skin under her eyes a bright pink. Maria and I crack up laughing.
Maria and Destiny show me that Mel is good now, and then after some scribbling in the pocket notebook everything is worked out. I'll remain with them for about a half hour (just to be safe) and then I'll go get myself lost somewhere. Hey, if Xavier lets me switch back to me being ME, I'll probably hit panic mode if I can't find my way out, but you have to be optimistic with stuff like this.
At least I'll be on the good side for a half hour.
[Author's Note]
*= Since most Air Pirates look like boys, I've come up with something that wasn't in KH that determines a Heartless' gender. For Air Pirates, girls have long black hair-like stuff. Whee? oo;
Maji: TROOOOOOOOOOOPHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! *hugs the trophy* *snaps her fingers* Young Sora!
Young Sora: *hands out free sugar cookies and pixie sticks to all the reviewers*
Chibi Ansem: Can I have one?
Young Sora: They're for the reviewers.
Chibi Ansem: Awwwwww...
Gypsy: Nonsense! Young Sora, let him have one too!
Young Sora: Anything for you, O My Mistress! *gives C.A. a cookie*
Vivi: *blink blink* Riiight...
Chibi Ansem: Yay! *nibbles on the cookie*
[Disclaimer]
Didn't I say that I WASN'T going to repeat myself? *shrugs* Oh well. I've been practicing in martial arts, bring on the ninja lawyers! *fights off ninja lawyers* *gets electricuted by Vivi* GAH! Stupid Black Mage... I dun own Kingdom Hearts. Or FF9. Even though I wish I did... *sigh*