The Seventh Blade Chapter 4: Traverse Town, a kingdom hearts fanfic

A/N: Well, here we go again! You guys have been so supportive so far, it really means a lot to me! Thanks! Well, here's chapter three of The Seventh Blade.

I realize that I haven't put a disclaimer on any of the other chapters so here they are!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or the Aliens. I only own the Original Characters.

Ch.3- Traverse Town

It couldn't have been any later than eight o' clock when they had come.

They came in droves, swarming every inch of the town, eradicating all life unable to defend itself. Women, children, friend and foe alike, all gone in the blink of an eye. The sun had not even set but the sea of black had overthrown the town like it didn't exist.

Empty and lifeless was how Kythe found the once peaceful Traverse Town. His hand gripped the sheathed weapon at his side in anger and frustration. Why couldn't he have been here? He could have at least saved some of the innocents.

There were no lights on anywhere, the combined intelligence of the Heartless and the Aliens had seen to it that every source of power to the town was cut. That was the human's biggest disadvantage. The Aliens, once a race that had been carefully controlled by higher powers, had been exposed to the idiocy of humans. They were viewed as biological weapons, the perfect killing machine, one which humans would set on their own kind, just because they could.

In all the time the humans spent looking for and studying the Aliens, the creatures had been learning, adapting, and winning. In every scenario, the Aliens had come out on top…that was until a ragtag group of humans and an android had managed to destroy the infestation aboard one of the infested ships.

Kythe looked over at his companion, Kit, one of the few survivors that he had come upon on his journey. This was no longer like the petty incident with the Heartless that had occurred prior to this. It was a war. A war that the humans were losing…badly.

The Heartless had, at one point, only stolen people's hearts, leaving the hollow and empty shell of a host behind, and waiting for its heart to return to it. But now, with the new leadership of the Aliens, they were learning to be ruthless and deadly, leaving nothing to chance and simply murdering everything in their path.

No longer were they led by the greedy human Ansem, bent on control of the entire universe and all the beings in it. They were now driven by the pure desire for blood and the death of all things unlike them. They lived for one thing and one thing only, blood.

Kit had survived because he could fight. He had refused to die, just as Kythe had. He was an exceptional fighter, skilled in every form of Martial Arts known to man and some that weren't. But what really made him deadly was his unique ability to wield disks.

Kit was human, but he had not been raised by them. He had been abandoned by his parents when the Aliens had attacked their desert colony home. He had been saved by another alien race, the Predators, right before the Aliens discovered him. Kit had remembered this, Kythe knew, because it was such a big change in his life.

The Predators had taken him in and taught him all they knew. He was still quite young when he had been blooded. Blooding is what makes one, in the Predator society, a full fledged Hunter, capable of hunting alone or to take on apprentices. However, the only evidence to this was the intricately carved scar he carried emblazoned on his right arm.

It was large, and curved in several sharp turns around a jagged looking T. This apparently classified him as a disk master, and a force to be reckoned with.

Kythe had found him on Earth a few months before they had decided to travel to Traverse Town. They had been deeply immersed in revenge on the Aliens when they had met. If fact, they had almost sliced each other in half in their search for blood. The only thing that had stopped them had been the slightly different look of a human when compared to an Alien.

Since then, they had been jumping ships to get to Traverse Town, getting off where they needed to, and boarding other ships. It was getting extremely difficult to find somewhere where there was no panic, no talk of war, or the almost certain annihilation that awaited the human race.

Traverse Town had been the one place where Kythe had been so sure there would be no chaos or death, and yet when they arrived, it was to death and slaughter. Many of the buildings were covered in a sickly nearly clear but greenish tinged slime.

The Aliens were reproducing again, they had a Queen here somewhere, and if Kythe and Kit didn't get out of sight soon, they would be dead.

Kit shook with rage, angrily gripping his dual disks before letting out a long, infuriated yell.

"Dammit! Why the hell can't we stop them! Why? Just once, that's all I'm asking! One god damn time!"

Kythe looked at his friend sadly, "I know. I know how you feel Kit, trust me. But you screaming is just gonna get us caught. So shut up and let's get a move on. We gotta get out of here before…"

However a shrill, high pitched cry broke the still air, almost in a response to Kit.

"Shit!" Kythe swore, "Kit we've got to go through the town. They'll have already cut off the exit behind us. Ready?"

Kit nodded, "I've been ready since the day I was Blooded! Bring 'em on!"

They heard the sound of claws hitting the pavement behind them and shot off into Traverse Town.

They ran through the First District, without much incident, other that the rather loud reminder of the Aliens following them.

"There! Over there!" Kit shouted, not bothering to keep his voice down, as they were soon to be in the heat of battle, plus the entire Alien swarm knew they were there anyway. He pointed to the giant door on their right.

As one, the two fighters rammed into the door with their shoulders forcing it open. The door flung to the side and crashed into the wall behind it.

Another high pitched shriek alerted Kit to the addition of even more Aliens and now he could hear the telltale sounds of Heartless materializing out of thin air, adding to their troubles.

"Shitshitshitshit!" cursed Kythe as they sped through the Second District. He vaulted the edge of the staircase with Kit close behind. "C'mon, just another hundred yards!"

"This seems to easy Kythe!" Kit barked to his ally, "They've got to be planning something, you know they're not stupid!"

"I know, but its no use complaining! Just run!" Kythe retorted.

They could see the door leading to the Third District in front of them. Kythe pushed...and he pushed hard. There was no way they had come this far for nothing. He looked ahead at Kit, who seemed to not even be trying.

'Damn him and his abnormally good endurance!' he silently joked. He just couldn't see Kit getting caught and killed. He was too much of a Predator.

They opened the door to the Third District and sped in. There was another shriek, but just a suddenly as it had started, it stopped.

That was when the ground turned black and countless Heartless emerged from the ground. That was when hundreds upon thousands of Aliens started pouring through doors and up from sewers from every which way. That was when, for one brief moment, Kythe felt afraid, afraid that he was going to die.

'Damn!' he thought as he pulled his sword out from its sheath.

"You up for this Kit?" he asked.

Kit of course was already ready, disks in hand and dropping into a fighting stance. "I think I should be the one asking you that question."

Kythe smirked.

They charged into the droves of Aliens and Heartless.

When dealing with Aliens one has to be careful of the acid blood which runs through their veins. This was why, over time and many accumulated scars, Kythe and Kit could strike, slice, and kill and not get touched by the acid.

Kythe was only in the battle for five minutes before he was breathing hard. He had never been in a battle of this magnitude before. Never had he faced this many foes, nor foes as swift as the Aliens. They could change directions in seconds and come at you from nowhere.

He was sweating profusely now and it was starting to distract him. He would slice a foe in half and a drop of sweat would fall into his eye. It would sting, burn, and force him to use his arm to wipe it away. If this continued, it would not bode well.

Kit on the other hand was just getting into it. His primal instincts aiding him well as his adrenaline peaked. He could stay like this, fighting furiously for hours, before fatigue even started to show.

This was the way of the Hunter. The thrill of the Hunt, outmatched only by the exhilaration of the fight, and it was treasured by the Hunters. He could never get enough of it, he loved it, he lived for it.

No sweat marred the face of the agile fighter as he continued to throw, slice, catch, and slash his enemies. He was enjoying himself.

"Damn it!" shouted Kythe as two beads of sweat fell into both of his eyes. He struggled to fight the urge to wipe them out, but fought it. However, this was the split second that the Aliens needed.

They struck, claws scratching, jaws and inner jaws snapping, and tails flying. There was nothing that Kythe could do to defend himself; no way he could get out of it.

'I'm sorry Dess…I-I just couldn't…win.'

"Stop!"

After about ten seconds of nothing, Kythe decided that it was time to look up.

What he saw made him draw back in fear. An Alien's head was right in his face, inner jaw almost fully extended, and inches from his face.

After getting over the initial shock, he looked all around him. Every one of the Aliens and Heartless were frozen, unmoving and seemingly lifeless.

Looking for his companion, Kythe saw him standing just as he was, in shock and utter disbelief.

Kit looked him in the eye and said, "What the hell happened?"

There was the sound of a throat clearing and both teens' eyes turned towards the source.

It was a tall man, with long brown hair that reached down to the center of his back. He wore a black leather jacket with a white shirt under, and black pants and shoes. He carried an oddly shaped sword on his shoulder.

"I think you guys should follow me. Unless of course you want to be around in oh say, twenty seconds, in which time the spell will wear off and the Aliens and Heartless will be free to move again."

The two astonished looking teens' eyes met again before silently agreeing that they had no choice but to follow.

Running to catch up to the man, who had started to walk away, Kythe asked, "What's your name?"

"Leon. And we need to get inside the shelter…now!"

A/N: Well people, there's my update for The Seventh Blade! We now meet Kythe and Kit who are in a bit of a predicament. Had it not been for Leon well…let's just say that the main character would be dead already!

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