Well here it is! Chapter one of the Misery of Mystery! The name doesn't really fit the plot, so that will change pretty soon along with the rest of it.
Warnings: yaoi, future angst, future character death, and future Kairi-bash. Don't flame me for the yaoi. Just don't read the story. Also, don't flame me for Kairi-bashing. I don't like her. Period.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, or the characters in it. I only own my iPod. I love my iPod. And I own Zephyr, but no one else! Now then:
Along time ago... just kidding.
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Darkness. No matter where he looked, all he saw was darkness. He shivered, feeling cold all of the sudden, even though the darkness surrounded him, letting no emotion - no concept of cold or warmth through. How could he be so cold if he had never known warmth? But he had. So long ago, he had. He closed his eyes, hoping, praying, that this was a nightmare, and that he would wake up back on the islands. Away from this plague, this seed of evil that had rooted into his mind. But he knew that it would not happen. He knew that he could not go back to his old life, with all his friends, Wakka, Tidus, Kairi, Selphie, Sora... Sora.
He felt the darkness snaking up his ankles, moving up his legs. He kicked, he screamed, he shouted. He beat at the darkness with his hands, clawed at it. Hit fists seared with a burning pain, he beat the darkness so. But it would not be stopped. It snaked up his chest, up to his neck. A flash of memory seemed to run through him, like an electric jolt. But he had never seen this before - it wasn't memory. A castle, a portal of some kind, there was a duck and a dog and... Sora? As soon as the image had appeared it was gone. And he was back, fighting the darkness. He blacked out, his spirit leaving his body as the darkness slipped over his head, cutting off his precious air, as foul as it was.
He seemed to be in a half dream, floating through the shadows towards a light. Then he was at the castle again, the inside made of evenly spaced stones. The light seemed blinding here, although he realized that it must really be dim. The stones looked old and moss covered - it was dank and cold. He glanced around for a moment, confused. There was a man, tall and sinister, with fierce golden eyes. His long white hair streamed down his back, and he almost glowed with dark power, except it wasn't a glow. It was more of an aura of all that was evil - darkness, pain, hate, deceit... He was attacking Sora. Riku quickly threw himself in front of the man, noticing that the man faltered in front of him.
"Sora! Run!" he shouted.
"Riku..." Sora said, confused, before the man started to break Riku's grip. Sora ran out of the castle. The man sneered and said something, but Riku couldn't quite hear. The man raised a hand, pointing it at Riku, and there was another flash of darkness. Riku floated through the darkness again. He felt the darkness closing in on him, though this time on his spirit. It reached his head, he felt salty tears running down his face. The pain grew, screaming in his head, haunting and vibrant. The last of the darkness closed around his face, invading his mouth, forcefully tearing its way through his body. And then it was gone.
Riku sat bolt upright, noticing several things at once. First, there was sun. Brilliant sun, filtering down from the sky through the leaves of the tree under which he sat. Second, he noticed that the air was clean and clear, not the foul, horrid substance that he had choked down moments before.
"What..." Riku panted, catching his breath. He was sweating a cold sweat, from fear he guessed. It made his hair cling to his forehead, partially obscuring his vision. He brushed the silver strands out of his face, glancing around again. He was in a grassy field, decorated only by the tree that he was leaning against. He looked around. Riku tried to remember what had happened after the darkness had snaked up around his neck for the second time. He remembered a door. A massive, metal door. Cold in all ways, menacing. It was closing, and he was helping pull it closed. Then he remembered the darkness choking him, forcing itself inside his mouth. He choked, and then woke here. Had it all been a dream? But if that was the case, where was he? Some grassy nook, tucked out of the way on the island? No - the air didn't carry the salt of the sea or the minute droplets of water that he was used to. His thoughts were interrupted by a sword burying itself in the wood beside his face.
"Dammed Heartless!" yelled the man holding the sword. He had brown hair and gray eyes, and a scar running down his face. He wore leather pants, and a white shirt, with there was a black vest over it. Riku recognized it as warrior clothing, but expensive nonetheless. It was easy to move about in, but not so loose that it tripped him up. Riku figured that this man knew what he was doing, and knew how to dice Riku into fifty small pieces with three swings of his sword.
"What? No wait!" Riku shouted, raising his hands. He remembered the heartless - the vile creatures of darkness. The Keyblade, too, and everything up to the point at Hollow Bastion, where the man in the cloak had offered him a Dark Keyblade, and a chance to defeat the person whom he had been turned against by clouded judgment and evil intent. And, right on cue, the dark blade appeared in his hands, blocking the man's second assault. Riku fought to his feet and took a fighter's stance. The swordsman charged him again, but Riku dodged neatly to the side and whacked the back of the man's head with the butt of his own blade.
"There seems to have been some confusion. Why would you think I was a Heartless?" Riku demanded, regaining his usual air of confidence at the minor victory.
"You're wearing it all over you," the man said hostilely, pointing to Riku's chest. Riku looked down at his clothes. He was indeed wearing the black form fitting shirt, with the large heartless logo on it that he had remembered wearing at Hollow Bastion.
"I'm not one of them," Riku said, trying to remember what happened after the man with the cloak - Ansem, Riku thought he was called.
"Than what are you doing here?" the man pointed out, "You're not a Heartless, but you obviously support them. Why don't I just take you back to my friends and we can have a little chat about what's been happening with Ansem these days."
"Your not taking me anywhere. I seem to be the better fighter here," Riku replied calmly, readying himself for an attack.
"Why you little-!" the man began, but stopped halfway through, "You're not worth the trouble. Plus, you're too much of a snot nosed punk to be working with the Heartless."
"The fact that I could finish you right here probably helps too," Riku said sarcastically, strolling towards a ship a few yards away. He glanced at the ship from the outside while the man surveyed the nearby terrain, obviously searching for another threat. Riku climbed up the ladder and got inside as the swordsman turned around.
"Hey! That's my ship!" the warrior shouted.
"I'm just borrowing it," Riku yelled back, closing the small hatch.
"But I can't get out of here without it! When I find out who you are, you're so dead!"
"When you get off here, then, you might want to start looking for Riku," Riku replied, pressing the button marked 'TAKEOFF,' and leaving Squall Leonheart standing in the field, still shouting at the leaving ship.
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Space was the oddest shade of blue. Riku had decided this after looking through the giant bubble window of the small ship. Very small. One cabin, one bathroom, and the cockpit with one seat. The cabin was walled with a gray, fuzzy, carpet-type material, as was the attached bathroom. The bed was about as comfortable as a bumpy rock, so Riku guessed that Leon didn't use the ship much. The cabin contained a small desk with a light, and a closet, which was neatly lined with outfits of two sizes. Not the most comfortable, but a nice ship nonetheless. And as much as he hated stealing from Leon, he needed the ship. On the other hand, Leon had tried to kill him, so he decided it was a fair trade. After all, someone would pick the Gunblade master up. Someday.
Riku looked up through the bubble again. It looked as if some kind of blue mist was covering the ship, yet you could see through it, like foggy blue glass. A myriad of stars twinkled at Riku from their separate places in the night sky. Stars. That meant that Sora must have defeated the Heartless. The worlds were safe. At least, from the Heartless. He swung his legs off the dashboard, and stood up. Stretching, he looked down at the computer in front of him.
"Map. That may help. Where the hell is the map?" Riku said to himself.
"The map is located in the central hub. Please click the Central Hub button, and go to Storage. Inside of there is a map," a computerized voice chipped cheerfully. Riku winced at the high pitched voice.
"Thanks. I think," Riku replied, still a bit surprised at the talking computer. He put his hands on the knees of his leather pants, waiting for the computer to load. A quick stop in the cabin's closet had gotten him some clothes that were almost his size. The funny thing was that they were a tiny bit too short, when they should be too big. He had also found a plain blue black shirt similar to what Leon had been wearing, but his size - it clung to Riku's chest, showing off his muscles, yet was still loose enough and stretchy enough to fight in. Riku swore that this guy had been expecting him or something. Weird.
Riku opened the map. Riku looked at the map. Riku closed the map.
"Who have thought that there would be this many worlds? Great," Riku muttered, glancing at the most frequently visited worlds list, "Traverse Town, Olympus Coliseum, Agrabah, Hollow Bastion." Ansem's world. Riku wanted to vomit at the sound of the name. A Coliseum meant a tournament, and some easy money, but Riku didn't want to advertise his dark weapon. He decided to head towards Traverse Town instead. "Sounds like a good place to get some information, and a new sword."
"Setting course for. Traverse Town," the computer gleeped happily, "Estimated time of arrival: 4 days."
"Four days!?!?" Riku barked indignantly
"Four days, two hours, twenty three minutes, and three point zero five seconds," the computer chirped.
"Great..." Riku muttered, swearing to harm the computer someday.
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It was night in Traverse Town. It was almost always night there, except for four months where it got as sunny and hot as an Agrabah summer. Zippers clinging off his red jumpsuit, Sora strolled happily down the street towards the First District. He had won a tournament at the Coliseum, and had decided to celebrate by buying Leon, Aeris, Yuffie, and Cid dinner at the small restaurant in the First District. Sora jogged the rest of the way, and plopped down in his usual large booth. A few minutes later, Yuffie showed up, dragging Cid and Aeris behind them.
"Hey," Sora greeted them, "Where's Leon?" he asked, frowning slightly.
"He went out Heartless hunting a few days ago. We thought he'd be back by now," Yuffie responded, "Probably lying dead on a desolate world, being eaten away by Heartless," she joked
"Don't joke about that Yuffie. We never know if he is or isn't," interjected Aeris, as she sat down, folding her hands neatly in her lap.
"All I know is that if he doesn't show up, I'm not going hungry," Cid said gruffly.
"I'm sure that he'll be here soon. But in the meantime, Cid's right," Sora said, as the waiter passed out menus. They placed their orders, and proceeded to talk about the tournament. Starting in last, as Sora always did (for the challenge), Sora had beaten his way to second, only to be almost defeated by Cloud. Luckily, Donald had cast Blizzard at just the right moment, giving Sora a chance to defeat the powerful swordsman. Cloud never showed up in Traverse Town, and Donald and Goofy had to go back to the castle to make sure things were OK there. It was lucky that Cid had a warp gummi, or it would have taken two days of flying to reach Traverse Town.
"So when is the next tournament, Sora?" Aeris asked
"Not for another two weeks. It'll give me a chance to train though! I'm going to be heading for Halloween Town. There are always Heartless to be found there," said Sora excitedly. He loved visiting the spooky town, although he didn't get the chance to very often.
"You just better watch out for Squall and I, Sora. Next tournament, you don't stand a chance!" Yuffie said energetically, patting her case of ninja stars.
"You're not the only one who's been training Yuffie!" Sora said, and so the evening went on pleasantly, peaceful. No one at the table was aware that in two weeks, their worlds would be turned upside down.
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Well. It's not great, but it's a start. Now then, next on the order is breaking down chapter five into several parts and reworking those. Hope you guys like it so far!
Now then. Pretend the review button is the Pillsbury Toaster Boy. You know how his little tummy is always getting pushed in the commercials? (in other words, PLEASE review!)
Warnings: yaoi, future angst, future character death, and future Kairi-bash. Don't flame me for the yaoi. Just don't read the story. Also, don't flame me for Kairi-bashing. I don't like her. Period.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, or the characters in it. I only own my iPod. I love my iPod. And I own Zephyr, but no one else! Now then:
Along time ago... just kidding.
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Darkness. No matter where he looked, all he saw was darkness. He shivered, feeling cold all of the sudden, even though the darkness surrounded him, letting no emotion - no concept of cold or warmth through. How could he be so cold if he had never known warmth? But he had. So long ago, he had. He closed his eyes, hoping, praying, that this was a nightmare, and that he would wake up back on the islands. Away from this plague, this seed of evil that had rooted into his mind. But he knew that it would not happen. He knew that he could not go back to his old life, with all his friends, Wakka, Tidus, Kairi, Selphie, Sora... Sora.
He felt the darkness snaking up his ankles, moving up his legs. He kicked, he screamed, he shouted. He beat at the darkness with his hands, clawed at it. Hit fists seared with a burning pain, he beat the darkness so. But it would not be stopped. It snaked up his chest, up to his neck. A flash of memory seemed to run through him, like an electric jolt. But he had never seen this before - it wasn't memory. A castle, a portal of some kind, there was a duck and a dog and... Sora? As soon as the image had appeared it was gone. And he was back, fighting the darkness. He blacked out, his spirit leaving his body as the darkness slipped over his head, cutting off his precious air, as foul as it was.
He seemed to be in a half dream, floating through the shadows towards a light. Then he was at the castle again, the inside made of evenly spaced stones. The light seemed blinding here, although he realized that it must really be dim. The stones looked old and moss covered - it was dank and cold. He glanced around for a moment, confused. There was a man, tall and sinister, with fierce golden eyes. His long white hair streamed down his back, and he almost glowed with dark power, except it wasn't a glow. It was more of an aura of all that was evil - darkness, pain, hate, deceit... He was attacking Sora. Riku quickly threw himself in front of the man, noticing that the man faltered in front of him.
"Sora! Run!" he shouted.
"Riku..." Sora said, confused, before the man started to break Riku's grip. Sora ran out of the castle. The man sneered and said something, but Riku couldn't quite hear. The man raised a hand, pointing it at Riku, and there was another flash of darkness. Riku floated through the darkness again. He felt the darkness closing in on him, though this time on his spirit. It reached his head, he felt salty tears running down his face. The pain grew, screaming in his head, haunting and vibrant. The last of the darkness closed around his face, invading his mouth, forcefully tearing its way through his body. And then it was gone.
Riku sat bolt upright, noticing several things at once. First, there was sun. Brilliant sun, filtering down from the sky through the leaves of the tree under which he sat. Second, he noticed that the air was clean and clear, not the foul, horrid substance that he had choked down moments before.
"What..." Riku panted, catching his breath. He was sweating a cold sweat, from fear he guessed. It made his hair cling to his forehead, partially obscuring his vision. He brushed the silver strands out of his face, glancing around again. He was in a grassy field, decorated only by the tree that he was leaning against. He looked around. Riku tried to remember what had happened after the darkness had snaked up around his neck for the second time. He remembered a door. A massive, metal door. Cold in all ways, menacing. It was closing, and he was helping pull it closed. Then he remembered the darkness choking him, forcing itself inside his mouth. He choked, and then woke here. Had it all been a dream? But if that was the case, where was he? Some grassy nook, tucked out of the way on the island? No - the air didn't carry the salt of the sea or the minute droplets of water that he was used to. His thoughts were interrupted by a sword burying itself in the wood beside his face.
"Dammed Heartless!" yelled the man holding the sword. He had brown hair and gray eyes, and a scar running down his face. He wore leather pants, and a white shirt, with there was a black vest over it. Riku recognized it as warrior clothing, but expensive nonetheless. It was easy to move about in, but not so loose that it tripped him up. Riku figured that this man knew what he was doing, and knew how to dice Riku into fifty small pieces with three swings of his sword.
"What? No wait!" Riku shouted, raising his hands. He remembered the heartless - the vile creatures of darkness. The Keyblade, too, and everything up to the point at Hollow Bastion, where the man in the cloak had offered him a Dark Keyblade, and a chance to defeat the person whom he had been turned against by clouded judgment and evil intent. And, right on cue, the dark blade appeared in his hands, blocking the man's second assault. Riku fought to his feet and took a fighter's stance. The swordsman charged him again, but Riku dodged neatly to the side and whacked the back of the man's head with the butt of his own blade.
"There seems to have been some confusion. Why would you think I was a Heartless?" Riku demanded, regaining his usual air of confidence at the minor victory.
"You're wearing it all over you," the man said hostilely, pointing to Riku's chest. Riku looked down at his clothes. He was indeed wearing the black form fitting shirt, with the large heartless logo on it that he had remembered wearing at Hollow Bastion.
"I'm not one of them," Riku said, trying to remember what happened after the man with the cloak - Ansem, Riku thought he was called.
"Than what are you doing here?" the man pointed out, "You're not a Heartless, but you obviously support them. Why don't I just take you back to my friends and we can have a little chat about what's been happening with Ansem these days."
"Your not taking me anywhere. I seem to be the better fighter here," Riku replied calmly, readying himself for an attack.
"Why you little-!" the man began, but stopped halfway through, "You're not worth the trouble. Plus, you're too much of a snot nosed punk to be working with the Heartless."
"The fact that I could finish you right here probably helps too," Riku said sarcastically, strolling towards a ship a few yards away. He glanced at the ship from the outside while the man surveyed the nearby terrain, obviously searching for another threat. Riku climbed up the ladder and got inside as the swordsman turned around.
"Hey! That's my ship!" the warrior shouted.
"I'm just borrowing it," Riku yelled back, closing the small hatch.
"But I can't get out of here without it! When I find out who you are, you're so dead!"
"When you get off here, then, you might want to start looking for Riku," Riku replied, pressing the button marked 'TAKEOFF,' and leaving Squall Leonheart standing in the field, still shouting at the leaving ship.
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Space was the oddest shade of blue. Riku had decided this after looking through the giant bubble window of the small ship. Very small. One cabin, one bathroom, and the cockpit with one seat. The cabin was walled with a gray, fuzzy, carpet-type material, as was the attached bathroom. The bed was about as comfortable as a bumpy rock, so Riku guessed that Leon didn't use the ship much. The cabin contained a small desk with a light, and a closet, which was neatly lined with outfits of two sizes. Not the most comfortable, but a nice ship nonetheless. And as much as he hated stealing from Leon, he needed the ship. On the other hand, Leon had tried to kill him, so he decided it was a fair trade. After all, someone would pick the Gunblade master up. Someday.
Riku looked up through the bubble again. It looked as if some kind of blue mist was covering the ship, yet you could see through it, like foggy blue glass. A myriad of stars twinkled at Riku from their separate places in the night sky. Stars. That meant that Sora must have defeated the Heartless. The worlds were safe. At least, from the Heartless. He swung his legs off the dashboard, and stood up. Stretching, he looked down at the computer in front of him.
"Map. That may help. Where the hell is the map?" Riku said to himself.
"The map is located in the central hub. Please click the Central Hub button, and go to Storage. Inside of there is a map," a computerized voice chipped cheerfully. Riku winced at the high pitched voice.
"Thanks. I think," Riku replied, still a bit surprised at the talking computer. He put his hands on the knees of his leather pants, waiting for the computer to load. A quick stop in the cabin's closet had gotten him some clothes that were almost his size. The funny thing was that they were a tiny bit too short, when they should be too big. He had also found a plain blue black shirt similar to what Leon had been wearing, but his size - it clung to Riku's chest, showing off his muscles, yet was still loose enough and stretchy enough to fight in. Riku swore that this guy had been expecting him or something. Weird.
Riku opened the map. Riku looked at the map. Riku closed the map.
"Who have thought that there would be this many worlds? Great," Riku muttered, glancing at the most frequently visited worlds list, "Traverse Town, Olympus Coliseum, Agrabah, Hollow Bastion." Ansem's world. Riku wanted to vomit at the sound of the name. A Coliseum meant a tournament, and some easy money, but Riku didn't want to advertise his dark weapon. He decided to head towards Traverse Town instead. "Sounds like a good place to get some information, and a new sword."
"Setting course for. Traverse Town," the computer gleeped happily, "Estimated time of arrival: 4 days."
"Four days!?!?" Riku barked indignantly
"Four days, two hours, twenty three minutes, and three point zero five seconds," the computer chirped.
"Great..." Riku muttered, swearing to harm the computer someday.
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It was night in Traverse Town. It was almost always night there, except for four months where it got as sunny and hot as an Agrabah summer. Zippers clinging off his red jumpsuit, Sora strolled happily down the street towards the First District. He had won a tournament at the Coliseum, and had decided to celebrate by buying Leon, Aeris, Yuffie, and Cid dinner at the small restaurant in the First District. Sora jogged the rest of the way, and plopped down in his usual large booth. A few minutes later, Yuffie showed up, dragging Cid and Aeris behind them.
"Hey," Sora greeted them, "Where's Leon?" he asked, frowning slightly.
"He went out Heartless hunting a few days ago. We thought he'd be back by now," Yuffie responded, "Probably lying dead on a desolate world, being eaten away by Heartless," she joked
"Don't joke about that Yuffie. We never know if he is or isn't," interjected Aeris, as she sat down, folding her hands neatly in her lap.
"All I know is that if he doesn't show up, I'm not going hungry," Cid said gruffly.
"I'm sure that he'll be here soon. But in the meantime, Cid's right," Sora said, as the waiter passed out menus. They placed their orders, and proceeded to talk about the tournament. Starting in last, as Sora always did (for the challenge), Sora had beaten his way to second, only to be almost defeated by Cloud. Luckily, Donald had cast Blizzard at just the right moment, giving Sora a chance to defeat the powerful swordsman. Cloud never showed up in Traverse Town, and Donald and Goofy had to go back to the castle to make sure things were OK there. It was lucky that Cid had a warp gummi, or it would have taken two days of flying to reach Traverse Town.
"So when is the next tournament, Sora?" Aeris asked
"Not for another two weeks. It'll give me a chance to train though! I'm going to be heading for Halloween Town. There are always Heartless to be found there," said Sora excitedly. He loved visiting the spooky town, although he didn't get the chance to very often.
"You just better watch out for Squall and I, Sora. Next tournament, you don't stand a chance!" Yuffie said energetically, patting her case of ninja stars.
"You're not the only one who's been training Yuffie!" Sora said, and so the evening went on pleasantly, peaceful. No one at the table was aware that in two weeks, their worlds would be turned upside down.
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Well. It's not great, but it's a start. Now then, next on the order is breaking down chapter five into several parts and reworking those. Hope you guys like it so far!
Now then. Pretend the review button is the Pillsbury Toaster Boy. You know how his little tummy is always getting pushed in the commercials? (in other words, PLEASE review!)