Author's Note-Well, I have the fourth chapter posted. I wish I had more
than one review, though... ;_; Anyways, I don't own Kingdom Hearts. Now, to
the fic...
Meanwhile, Taro was losing energy fast, fighting to stay conscious as his hand loosened and began to slip. "Somebody help me!" he yelled, eyes shut tightly. Suddenly his hand slipped...
...And was caught by a white, gloved one.
A boy struggled to pull Taro back up to the platform. A boy with spiky brown hair and dark blue eyes, slightly younger than him...
"Sora?!" Taro exclaimed incredulously.
The boy blinked as he pulled the blond back onto the platform, then nodded once and frowned at the monster that approached them slowly. A large black key appeared in his hand. "Stand back, kid." He said, getting into fighting stance. Before Taro could reply, Sora rushed forward and started hacking away like crazy at the monster. Taro stared, then shook his head and climbed to his feet, unsheathing his kodachis. He leapt forward, joining the boy in the fight. Eventually, on of the kodachis split the head of the monster in half. As the blade slid out, a heart-shaped gem floated out.
The brunette stared at the blond. The blond was staring at the monster, which was now dissipating into a black mist.
"Who are you...?" Sora asked. "How do you know my name?"
There was suddenly the tinkling of bells, the ringing of chimes echoing throughout the area. 'She's...it's...the voice...it's laughing...' Taro realized.
"Protector...and protectee... You meet at last..."
"Who's there already?! For the last time, cut the crap and show yourself!" Taro yelled angrily, rubbing his still-sore jaw.
Sora looked around warily, confused recognition upon his face. Suddenly a pool of darkness appeared underneath him. Both boys eyes widened as the tendrils of darkness wrapped around the brunette, then tightened, beginning to crush him, taking the precious air from his lungs.
"The darkness will destroy you...memory...body...soul..."
"You're wrong! The darkness may destroy my body, but it can never touch my heart!" Sora gasped, the air being slowly, but surely crushed from his lungs.
Taro glared, unable to watch this anymore, and rushed forward to sever the tendrils. The sound of tinkling bells filled the air again and the tendrils suddenly released Sora, shooting out to wrap around one of the kodachis.
"Do you think I was talking about you?" the voice asked.
Taro's eyes widened with fear as he tried to pull away from the darkness. It was no use. The tendrils twisted around his arm, down his body, entangling him. Tears involuntarily threatened to leak from his eyes as he felt himself suffocating, squeezed to death. His weapons snapped like toothpicks, shattered.
"The darkness...it will destroy you...it will devour your body...but it will not be satisfied...until it has your heart..."
Sora's key reappeared in the brunette's hand. He ran at the darkness surrounding the boy. Taro's eyes widened as Sora, his only possible savior, suddenly froze in midstep, as if someone had hit the pause button to a VCR. He suddenly was pulled back, seeped away as a black mist like that monster.
But the real horror was when he himself began to disappear.
He watched his hand through blurring vision. Starting at the fingertips, he began to crack. The cracks began to travel up the arm, and as all cracked things eventually do, he began to shatter. Like a china doll or something...
The pain was excruciating. He was being ripped, torn apart. He screamed. Until the cracks consumed his throat, voice box, and mouth as well. Through the blinding pain, he heard the voice say, "The oath was not made. Seek out Sora...protector..."
Crash! Light flashed before his eyes. Underneath him, the comfort of his mattress. He sat up and looked around his dark room. The Oath Orb was clutched in one hand. "I must've fallen asleep..." the boy groaned. "What a dream..."
He checked his kodachis. Whole. Polished, even. They hadn't been used recently...
He noticed a steady drumming on the house, then a roll of thunder that made the whole house vibrate. "Must be stormin...man...what time is it...? Why are all the lights out...?" he stood up and walked out of his room, calling, "Mom? Dad? Kyoko? Oi!"
He wandered to the foyer and saw the door left wide open. He frowned. "Mom?" he called warily, jogging over to the door. What he saw horrified him.
His ten-year old sister, Kyoko, laid in the middle of the street. Several black creatures-all tall, at least three or four feet-thin, with antennae and glowing amber eyes surrounded her.
The black-haired, green-eyed girl was screaming and crying, trying desperately to get them away from her.
"Kyoko!" Taro yelled, unsheathing his kodachis and running into the street. As soon as he reached them, Kyoko suddenly disappeared. Just sank into the street. "Kyoko!" Taro yelled again. That's when he looked around and noticed that the street was a whole lot more crowded by the creatures than he thought. There was a moment of stillness that seemed to stretch on forever. Suddenly, as if on silent agreement, the creatures leapt forward, claws bared.
Taro's eyes widened momentarily, then glared darkly. Muscle memorization from the katas he'd practiced years at allowed him to spin and block the claws with swift, fluid movements. He began to run down the streets. His family was gone. He had to get to his friends. And what about Riku? He was a goner if he was out here in this hell with no one to help him.
No use. The creatures raced after him and soon, very easily caught up. Taro turned. "So it's a fight, huh?" the boy snarled. "Then so be it!"
While the kodachis were a defensive weapon, his uncle, a master of the kodachis in ninjutsu, had taught him how to fight with them offensively. Those were exactly the skills that he was using right then. He sliced through the shadows easily, but the wounds of the creatures refilled. Taro took a step back, fear crossing his features as the creatures leapt upon him, overpowering him.
He screamed as they clawed at him, shredding his clothes and flesh. Blood puddle underneath and around him. The pain from the dream! The pain of being ripped apart, shattering into dust. Then, stillness...
Taro saw and felt himself engulfed in darkness. All the pain was gone. Everything was eerily silent. 'Is this...is this...death...?' he wondered quietly.
He saw a tiny light-the glowing snowflake from the dream floating down towards him. 'Did I die...is this heaven...? Hell...? Purgatory...?'
A shiny orb suddenly slipped from what was left of the shredded ribbons of what was once his pocket and dropped down into the darkness below. The Oath Orb, given to him by Sakura. The only thing to remember his friends by in this everlasting darkness. "The orb!" he exclaimed. He tried to speak, but no sound was heard. He tried to grab the falling ball, but he couldn't move.
"Seek out...Sora..." That voice! It was back again!
"How can I do that when I'm dead, you stupid idiot?! I can't move!" Taro yelled, his voice now back and echoing in the darkness.
"Move ever forward..."
The light-the snowflake-suddenly landed on his chest where his heart was. In the freezing darkness, Taro felt a warm glow spread slowly over his heart, then over his body.
"The darkness may destroy my body, but it can never touch my heart!" Sora's voice?
Taro suddenly noticed a light speeding up at him like a bullet. 'What the...'
In Twilight Town, the shadow creatures were suddenly thrown back by a small explosion of light. A blond boy rose to his feet, uninjured, his clothes in tact almost to the point of looking brand-new. There was no stain of blood on him, only on the ground-the only evidence that there had even been a struggle at all. The boy slowly rose to his feet as the creatures tittered seemingly nervously in a wide circle around him.
The boy stared at his hands, slightly in shock. "I'm alive...?!" he whispered. "And...fully healed...?!"
The yellow orb rolled by his feet. He looked down at it as it slowly rolled, seemingly magnetized, to attach itself to the tip of the hilt to one of his fallen kodachis. Taro bent down and picked up the kodachis. It glowed with a white light and suddenly turned mainly silver with blue and gold points. It looped and curved and pointed, growing wings at the handle! Eventually it finished transforming...it transformed into some kind of large, ornate key.
"Keyblade..." the voice suddenly whispered. "Find the other..."
"The other?!" Taro demanded. That seemed to be the signal of attack for the creatures. They leapt forth. However, this time, Taro wasn't helpless.
He slashed at these creature-slashed through them and they didn't reform. With that warning, he scooped up his other kodachis and ran.
Eventually he got to his destination: Hyotoko's house. But what he saw made him stop in his tracks. The house was on fire! "H-Hyotoko..." he whispered. No, this couldn't be! His best friend...was he dead? Did he get out?
"Hyotoko!" Taro yelled, starting to the door of the house.
"No! Wrong way!" The voice said.
"Shut up!"
"He is not there!"
"Yeah, right!" Taro shouted.
"The others..."
"Others?!" Taro demanded. His eyes widened. "Kiyoshi and Sakura! What about them?!" There was no answer. Taro looked torn. Shadow creatures began to rise from the ground in front of him, an obstacle between him and the door. Taro made his decision right then.
"Dammit!" Taro growled as he turned and ran towards his cousins' house. Strange. He didn't know why, but for some reason, he could barely feel the rain that pounded down on him. He barely felt the cold of it. He could only feel the warmth of the keyblade in his hand. Maybe it was because of the fear or the adrenaline or...he wasn't going to stop to dwell on it.
He reached the siblings' house and stopped as it was illuminated by a flash of lightning. Another roll of thunder shook the ground. The door was standing open. "Sakura! Kiyoshi!" he yelled. He ran inside the dark house. "Aunt? Uncle? Sakura? Kiyoshi?" he called. He stumbled into the living room. "Anybody?!" he yelled, exasperated. He ran into the hall and opened the door to Kiyoshi's room. Kiyoshi stood just inside, a determined glare on his face as he pointed his staff at Taro. Ass soon as he saw the blond boy, thought, he relaxed a little and lowered his staff.
"Kiyoshi!" Taro exclaimed.
"Taro..." Kiyoshi said. His face grew a bit tearful. "Taro, some strange man has Sakura and Hyotoko!" he said.
Taro's eyes widened. "What?!"
Kiyoshi nodded. "Yeah...he tried to get me, but Sakura told me to run, so I did... He had red hair and wore a black coat, just like yours! Riku tried to stop him, but the man kept hurting him!"
Taro's look grew dark. "...Where is he...?"
"Last time I saw them, they were in front of the skyscraper..."
Taro started out before Kiyoshi had finished his sentence. "Taro, wait!" Kiyoshi cried. Taro stopped but didn't turn around.
"...What?"
Kiyoshi winced slightly at the dull but grim tone that he had never heard Taro use. "Sakura...she wanted you to have this...she said for you to attach it to your kodachis..." Kiyoshi said, pulling out a treasure chest from under the bed.
Taro turned, hesitated, then slowly walked over to the chest and tried to open it. "It's locked..."
"She said to stab it with your kodachis. Said it will open if you do." Kiyoshi said.
Taro hesitated, then nodded and stabbed the lock. The sword slid in easily, as if the lock were a sheath. There was a click and the trunk popped open. Inside laid a keychain shaped like a black crown. "...Don't see what this is supposed to do..." Taro said, picking up the keychain. He glanced over at the Oath Orb, which was hanging off the key that he already had. He shrugged and attached it to his other kodachis. This time, it lengthened and became very sharp. When the glow faded, he was holding a second large key-a black one.
The boys stared breathlessly at the key. "What a cool weapon..." Kiyoshi said.
It /was/ a cool weapon, admittably. The craftsmanship was remarkable. It had sharp edges and a long reach. The sparkling, magic-tainted obsidian was as black as a starless night. It looked even better than the last key.
Taro didn't hesitate too long to marvel it, though. He nodded and turned. As he started to go out again, he heard Kiyoshi cry out again, "Wait! Taro!"
"What?" Taro asked, turning to look exasperatedly at his friend.
The grip tightened on Kiyoshi's staff. The younger boy looked determined. "...I'm going with you..."
"Don't be stupid! Normal weapons don't work against these guys! I don't want to have to baby-"
"Taro, she's my sister!" Kiyoshi interrupted angrily. "And Hyotoko is my friend-I'm not letting you fight that man alone!"
Taro hesitated, then snorted. "Guess I can't stop you. Come along, then. Maybe by some miracle, we'll find a way out of this place." He pulled the hood and ran out, Kiyoshi not far behind.
They skidded to a stop and looked around frantically. "He's gone! So are the others...!" Kiyoshi yelled.
"Dammit!" Taro growled. He spotted someone kneeling in front of the glass double-doors of the building, dark and shadowed due to the lit backdrop. "Oi!" he called. Kiyoshi looked over at the kneeling figure. When the figure didn't reply, Taro tried again. "...Oi!"
When the figure didn't reply, Taro said quietly, "Kiyoshi, go inside."
"But Taro-"
"Get inside!" Taro snapped. Kiyoshi looked over at Taro and noticed the grim, solemn expression on his face. Taro rarely ever looked like that. He looked even creepier with the hood pulled over his head.
Kiyoshi nodded nervously and hesitantly skittered past the figure and inside. When he was gone, Taro looked up at the building, then back down at the figure and slowly walked out to the middle of the street. The figure got up from one knee. Taro stared at Riku-for that is who it was- indifferently. There was several moments of silent understanding between the two. Thunder rumbled and a flash of lightning cracked, then split the sky with light, lighting up the two black-clothed figures eerily. Finally, Taro opened his mouth up to speak. When he did, his voice was quiet and steady, but grim.
"Where's Sora?"
kata-the art of combining all the attacking and blocking techniques in a highly skilled and refined sequence. Nearly every type of martial arts has these.
Ninjutsu-the martial arts used by ninjas.
Author's Note-Like I said, I was going to try to get as many scenes and quotes that I saw in the trailer into this fic as much as I could. When I saw the kid with the two keyblades in the trailer, I was amazed. The kid was good enough to make Sora look like a wimp! But Taro is no ordinary boy...then again, who is in this fanfic? Anyways, please review! Ja ne.
Meanwhile, Taro was losing energy fast, fighting to stay conscious as his hand loosened and began to slip. "Somebody help me!" he yelled, eyes shut tightly. Suddenly his hand slipped...
...And was caught by a white, gloved one.
A boy struggled to pull Taro back up to the platform. A boy with spiky brown hair and dark blue eyes, slightly younger than him...
"Sora?!" Taro exclaimed incredulously.
The boy blinked as he pulled the blond back onto the platform, then nodded once and frowned at the monster that approached them slowly. A large black key appeared in his hand. "Stand back, kid." He said, getting into fighting stance. Before Taro could reply, Sora rushed forward and started hacking away like crazy at the monster. Taro stared, then shook his head and climbed to his feet, unsheathing his kodachis. He leapt forward, joining the boy in the fight. Eventually, on of the kodachis split the head of the monster in half. As the blade slid out, a heart-shaped gem floated out.
The brunette stared at the blond. The blond was staring at the monster, which was now dissipating into a black mist.
"Who are you...?" Sora asked. "How do you know my name?"
There was suddenly the tinkling of bells, the ringing of chimes echoing throughout the area. 'She's...it's...the voice...it's laughing...' Taro realized.
"Protector...and protectee... You meet at last..."
"Who's there already?! For the last time, cut the crap and show yourself!" Taro yelled angrily, rubbing his still-sore jaw.
Sora looked around warily, confused recognition upon his face. Suddenly a pool of darkness appeared underneath him. Both boys eyes widened as the tendrils of darkness wrapped around the brunette, then tightened, beginning to crush him, taking the precious air from his lungs.
"The darkness will destroy you...memory...body...soul..."
"You're wrong! The darkness may destroy my body, but it can never touch my heart!" Sora gasped, the air being slowly, but surely crushed from his lungs.
Taro glared, unable to watch this anymore, and rushed forward to sever the tendrils. The sound of tinkling bells filled the air again and the tendrils suddenly released Sora, shooting out to wrap around one of the kodachis.
"Do you think I was talking about you?" the voice asked.
Taro's eyes widened with fear as he tried to pull away from the darkness. It was no use. The tendrils twisted around his arm, down his body, entangling him. Tears involuntarily threatened to leak from his eyes as he felt himself suffocating, squeezed to death. His weapons snapped like toothpicks, shattered.
"The darkness...it will destroy you...it will devour your body...but it will not be satisfied...until it has your heart..."
Sora's key reappeared in the brunette's hand. He ran at the darkness surrounding the boy. Taro's eyes widened as Sora, his only possible savior, suddenly froze in midstep, as if someone had hit the pause button to a VCR. He suddenly was pulled back, seeped away as a black mist like that monster.
But the real horror was when he himself began to disappear.
He watched his hand through blurring vision. Starting at the fingertips, he began to crack. The cracks began to travel up the arm, and as all cracked things eventually do, he began to shatter. Like a china doll or something...
The pain was excruciating. He was being ripped, torn apart. He screamed. Until the cracks consumed his throat, voice box, and mouth as well. Through the blinding pain, he heard the voice say, "The oath was not made. Seek out Sora...protector..."
Crash! Light flashed before his eyes. Underneath him, the comfort of his mattress. He sat up and looked around his dark room. The Oath Orb was clutched in one hand. "I must've fallen asleep..." the boy groaned. "What a dream..."
He checked his kodachis. Whole. Polished, even. They hadn't been used recently...
He noticed a steady drumming on the house, then a roll of thunder that made the whole house vibrate. "Must be stormin...man...what time is it...? Why are all the lights out...?" he stood up and walked out of his room, calling, "Mom? Dad? Kyoko? Oi!"
He wandered to the foyer and saw the door left wide open. He frowned. "Mom?" he called warily, jogging over to the door. What he saw horrified him.
His ten-year old sister, Kyoko, laid in the middle of the street. Several black creatures-all tall, at least three or four feet-thin, with antennae and glowing amber eyes surrounded her.
The black-haired, green-eyed girl was screaming and crying, trying desperately to get them away from her.
"Kyoko!" Taro yelled, unsheathing his kodachis and running into the street. As soon as he reached them, Kyoko suddenly disappeared. Just sank into the street. "Kyoko!" Taro yelled again. That's when he looked around and noticed that the street was a whole lot more crowded by the creatures than he thought. There was a moment of stillness that seemed to stretch on forever. Suddenly, as if on silent agreement, the creatures leapt forward, claws bared.
Taro's eyes widened momentarily, then glared darkly. Muscle memorization from the katas he'd practiced years at allowed him to spin and block the claws with swift, fluid movements. He began to run down the streets. His family was gone. He had to get to his friends. And what about Riku? He was a goner if he was out here in this hell with no one to help him.
No use. The creatures raced after him and soon, very easily caught up. Taro turned. "So it's a fight, huh?" the boy snarled. "Then so be it!"
While the kodachis were a defensive weapon, his uncle, a master of the kodachis in ninjutsu, had taught him how to fight with them offensively. Those were exactly the skills that he was using right then. He sliced through the shadows easily, but the wounds of the creatures refilled. Taro took a step back, fear crossing his features as the creatures leapt upon him, overpowering him.
He screamed as they clawed at him, shredding his clothes and flesh. Blood puddle underneath and around him. The pain from the dream! The pain of being ripped apart, shattering into dust. Then, stillness...
Taro saw and felt himself engulfed in darkness. All the pain was gone. Everything was eerily silent. 'Is this...is this...death...?' he wondered quietly.
He saw a tiny light-the glowing snowflake from the dream floating down towards him. 'Did I die...is this heaven...? Hell...? Purgatory...?'
A shiny orb suddenly slipped from what was left of the shredded ribbons of what was once his pocket and dropped down into the darkness below. The Oath Orb, given to him by Sakura. The only thing to remember his friends by in this everlasting darkness. "The orb!" he exclaimed. He tried to speak, but no sound was heard. He tried to grab the falling ball, but he couldn't move.
"Seek out...Sora..." That voice! It was back again!
"How can I do that when I'm dead, you stupid idiot?! I can't move!" Taro yelled, his voice now back and echoing in the darkness.
"Move ever forward..."
The light-the snowflake-suddenly landed on his chest where his heart was. In the freezing darkness, Taro felt a warm glow spread slowly over his heart, then over his body.
"The darkness may destroy my body, but it can never touch my heart!" Sora's voice?
Taro suddenly noticed a light speeding up at him like a bullet. 'What the...'
In Twilight Town, the shadow creatures were suddenly thrown back by a small explosion of light. A blond boy rose to his feet, uninjured, his clothes in tact almost to the point of looking brand-new. There was no stain of blood on him, only on the ground-the only evidence that there had even been a struggle at all. The boy slowly rose to his feet as the creatures tittered seemingly nervously in a wide circle around him.
The boy stared at his hands, slightly in shock. "I'm alive...?!" he whispered. "And...fully healed...?!"
The yellow orb rolled by his feet. He looked down at it as it slowly rolled, seemingly magnetized, to attach itself to the tip of the hilt to one of his fallen kodachis. Taro bent down and picked up the kodachis. It glowed with a white light and suddenly turned mainly silver with blue and gold points. It looped and curved and pointed, growing wings at the handle! Eventually it finished transforming...it transformed into some kind of large, ornate key.
"Keyblade..." the voice suddenly whispered. "Find the other..."
"The other?!" Taro demanded. That seemed to be the signal of attack for the creatures. They leapt forth. However, this time, Taro wasn't helpless.
He slashed at these creature-slashed through them and they didn't reform. With that warning, he scooped up his other kodachis and ran.
Eventually he got to his destination: Hyotoko's house. But what he saw made him stop in his tracks. The house was on fire! "H-Hyotoko..." he whispered. No, this couldn't be! His best friend...was he dead? Did he get out?
"Hyotoko!" Taro yelled, starting to the door of the house.
"No! Wrong way!" The voice said.
"Shut up!"
"He is not there!"
"Yeah, right!" Taro shouted.
"The others..."
"Others?!" Taro demanded. His eyes widened. "Kiyoshi and Sakura! What about them?!" There was no answer. Taro looked torn. Shadow creatures began to rise from the ground in front of him, an obstacle between him and the door. Taro made his decision right then.
"Dammit!" Taro growled as he turned and ran towards his cousins' house. Strange. He didn't know why, but for some reason, he could barely feel the rain that pounded down on him. He barely felt the cold of it. He could only feel the warmth of the keyblade in his hand. Maybe it was because of the fear or the adrenaline or...he wasn't going to stop to dwell on it.
He reached the siblings' house and stopped as it was illuminated by a flash of lightning. Another roll of thunder shook the ground. The door was standing open. "Sakura! Kiyoshi!" he yelled. He ran inside the dark house. "Aunt? Uncle? Sakura? Kiyoshi?" he called. He stumbled into the living room. "Anybody?!" he yelled, exasperated. He ran into the hall and opened the door to Kiyoshi's room. Kiyoshi stood just inside, a determined glare on his face as he pointed his staff at Taro. Ass soon as he saw the blond boy, thought, he relaxed a little and lowered his staff.
"Kiyoshi!" Taro exclaimed.
"Taro..." Kiyoshi said. His face grew a bit tearful. "Taro, some strange man has Sakura and Hyotoko!" he said.
Taro's eyes widened. "What?!"
Kiyoshi nodded. "Yeah...he tried to get me, but Sakura told me to run, so I did... He had red hair and wore a black coat, just like yours! Riku tried to stop him, but the man kept hurting him!"
Taro's look grew dark. "...Where is he...?"
"Last time I saw them, they were in front of the skyscraper..."
Taro started out before Kiyoshi had finished his sentence. "Taro, wait!" Kiyoshi cried. Taro stopped but didn't turn around.
"...What?"
Kiyoshi winced slightly at the dull but grim tone that he had never heard Taro use. "Sakura...she wanted you to have this...she said for you to attach it to your kodachis..." Kiyoshi said, pulling out a treasure chest from under the bed.
Taro turned, hesitated, then slowly walked over to the chest and tried to open it. "It's locked..."
"She said to stab it with your kodachis. Said it will open if you do." Kiyoshi said.
Taro hesitated, then nodded and stabbed the lock. The sword slid in easily, as if the lock were a sheath. There was a click and the trunk popped open. Inside laid a keychain shaped like a black crown. "...Don't see what this is supposed to do..." Taro said, picking up the keychain. He glanced over at the Oath Orb, which was hanging off the key that he already had. He shrugged and attached it to his other kodachis. This time, it lengthened and became very sharp. When the glow faded, he was holding a second large key-a black one.
The boys stared breathlessly at the key. "What a cool weapon..." Kiyoshi said.
It /was/ a cool weapon, admittably. The craftsmanship was remarkable. It had sharp edges and a long reach. The sparkling, magic-tainted obsidian was as black as a starless night. It looked even better than the last key.
Taro didn't hesitate too long to marvel it, though. He nodded and turned. As he started to go out again, he heard Kiyoshi cry out again, "Wait! Taro!"
"What?" Taro asked, turning to look exasperatedly at his friend.
The grip tightened on Kiyoshi's staff. The younger boy looked determined. "...I'm going with you..."
"Don't be stupid! Normal weapons don't work against these guys! I don't want to have to baby-"
"Taro, she's my sister!" Kiyoshi interrupted angrily. "And Hyotoko is my friend-I'm not letting you fight that man alone!"
Taro hesitated, then snorted. "Guess I can't stop you. Come along, then. Maybe by some miracle, we'll find a way out of this place." He pulled the hood and ran out, Kiyoshi not far behind.
They skidded to a stop and looked around frantically. "He's gone! So are the others...!" Kiyoshi yelled.
"Dammit!" Taro growled. He spotted someone kneeling in front of the glass double-doors of the building, dark and shadowed due to the lit backdrop. "Oi!" he called. Kiyoshi looked over at the kneeling figure. When the figure didn't reply, Taro tried again. "...Oi!"
When the figure didn't reply, Taro said quietly, "Kiyoshi, go inside."
"But Taro-"
"Get inside!" Taro snapped. Kiyoshi looked over at Taro and noticed the grim, solemn expression on his face. Taro rarely ever looked like that. He looked even creepier with the hood pulled over his head.
Kiyoshi nodded nervously and hesitantly skittered past the figure and inside. When he was gone, Taro looked up at the building, then back down at the figure and slowly walked out to the middle of the street. The figure got up from one knee. Taro stared at Riku-for that is who it was- indifferently. There was several moments of silent understanding between the two. Thunder rumbled and a flash of lightning cracked, then split the sky with light, lighting up the two black-clothed figures eerily. Finally, Taro opened his mouth up to speak. When he did, his voice was quiet and steady, but grim.
"Where's Sora?"
kata-the art of combining all the attacking and blocking techniques in a highly skilled and refined sequence. Nearly every type of martial arts has these.
Ninjutsu-the martial arts used by ninjas.
Author's Note-Like I said, I was going to try to get as many scenes and quotes that I saw in the trailer into this fic as much as I could. When I saw the kid with the two keyblades in the trailer, I was amazed. The kid was good enough to make Sora look like a wimp! But Taro is no ordinary boy...then again, who is in this fanfic? Anyways, please review! Ja ne.