My first shot at Fanfiction-ness. I don't own any of the KH charries, but Sylph is mine, blah, blah, blah. This contains YAOIYURI. If you don't like boyxboy lurve or girlxgirl, go flame someone else. R&R, if you please.
Prologue:
The eternally darkened streets of Traverse Town were always more than hospitable to those who favored a light scheme that favored more sensitive eyes. The streetlights and those from shop windows cast small rectangles of amber light in odd places, casting even stranger shadows. The lonesome Second District was scarcely inhabited any more, save for the motley collection of heartless that lingered.
Thus creating the ideal setting for Sylph, who incidentally was up to no good. She paced before the Butterfly Tapestry as a restless animal might, occasionally tapping the ground with the Rift Blade here and there. She continued her strange dance, while she decided where to make her cut, brilliant purple eyes never leaving the bright little butterflies, and what lay beneath them.
Even better for the boy crouched at the top of the bell tower. His hood was drawn up, and his gloved hands clenched the edge of the rooftop as he realized what he was seeing. Anger welled up within him, causing his brown spikes to shudder along with the rest of him. Quickly making us of his gliding ability, he slowly circled, and then came to land softly on the cobble stone ground, angry sapphire eyes burning into the shade's back.
"Sora…." She purred, taking one glance at him over her shoulder, and gently spinning on one foot to face him. "Long time no see, eh?" She watched the human from behind her poisoned smirk, long fingers idly stroking the Rift's triad of hearts.
"Sylph! Why are you doing this? It doesn't have to be this way. You can break away." Sora snapped out, in both desperation and frustration. "If you refuse to stop this time, I'll end this here," Sora warned the amused shade, calling the Kingdom Key into his outstretched hand. He felt a pang of guilt for Naminè, but she would just have to understand.
"There is no breaking away," Sylph went on in her airy, unconcerned tone. "I chose to be this way. If you want a fight, I'll give you a thrashing you won't soon forget." Her eyes glittered malignantly at Sora, and she brought her keyblade forth.
"Sylph, just give it up." Sora tried, one final time. "Naminè wants you to come back and end this madness," he said lowering his keyblade.
The little shade felt all the air leave her as she thought of Naminè, but her heart was too hardened to let that get in the way. With a pained screech, not to unlike that of a Wyvern Heartless, she sprinted at Sora, bringing her keyblade around in a wide slashing motion. Sora dashed forward as well, and the two clashed in a bright spray of sparks, stars, and dark energy.
