Drive Fact #3: As much as you hate not dealing sweet kick-ass damage onto heartless and nobodies alike, use the weakest Keyblades when leveling Valor/Brave Form.
A/N: Dude. At AX 2006, I swore I saw Wisora (Wisdom Form with Bond of Flames). And goddamned I forgot to take a picture of him too. :sulk:
Driving Me Crazy
Chapter Four: Icey Cream
"Well, there goes the last of those damned Nobodies," Valora smirked, dusting off his hands. The pile of silver and swirling black behind his back dissolved into nothingness.
"Isn't that a little over kill?" Sora pointed out the mess the red form made.
"A little messy I agree, but it makes me feel good to break every single bloody bone in their bodies, if they even have bones." Valora replied with a sicken face.
Sora pondered a bit about the possibility of skeletal systems in beings that were once living. Valora wrapped his left arm around the Keyblade Master's neck, "Come, kiddo. My pals are waitin'."
They came out of the old mansion, where the rest of the family waited.
"What took you so long?" Wisora glared coldly.
"We're just chillin' with the Nobodies for a cup of tea and sea-salt ice cream. I must say that they tasted terrible together, though." Valora casually waved his right hand off at Wisora.
"Ice cream? Aw, I want some!" Finora piped up. He then turned towards Master. "Can we get ice cream? Please?"
"No." The other shook his head.
"Pweeese?" Finora widen his eyes, hoping that Master would give in.
"No."
"Pretty pleeaaasee? With a cherry on top?" Finora gave the most adorable expression that can make Sephiroth cast away his sword and then hug the silvery short angel.
Master sighed, "Fine, but after we consult Yen Sid."
The silver Sora jumped in glee. "Yay! We're gonna get icey cream!"
He literary flew in circles around Shade. The heartless looked at him oddly before he got picked up by Finora. "How about that, Shade? Up for some ice cream afterwards?"
"Ku." Shade nodded his head in agreement. But, honest to say, Shade had never tried ice cream before. Nevertheless, Finora would take Shade's share of ice cream before he even gets a bite.
"Well, let us go!" The Master pointed one of his Keyblades at the gate.
"Wait!" Sora spoke up. "Wouldn't people be a little suspicious of five of me walking about in Twilight Town?"
"No worries. I have a plan."
"He called this a plan?" Valora looked incredulously at Wisora as he nearly slipped off a roof on one of the buildings.
"I mean. Psh! Even a dumbass can come up with this on how to hide five identical pupils," He muttered, but he received a hard whack on the head from the blue form as Wisora soared from their roof onto the next. The Wisdom form spun around and snapped, "Less talk, more jump."
Valora grumbled to himself has he jumped into the air, back-flipped, and onto Wisora's roof.
"And I wonder where the hell Master and Finny are? I know Shade's with Sora." Valora peered over the building, watching a lone black figure walking towards the Station Plaza.
Sora could see a blur of red and blue at the corner of his eyes. He sighed, rubbing his face. "I think I've gone crazy. I have five versions of myself running rampant…well not really five running rampant."
He looked down at his shadow and saw it morph a bit and then grew still. The Keyblade Master swore that he could hear a "ku" sound emitting from his shadow.
And who would've thought that Shade could imitate a shadow pretty well?
He walked casually about, his hands intertwined together behind his head and whistling a short tune. Upon reaching the entrance to the Station Plaza, he stepped on his shadow and gave it a quick tug. Almost immediately, the shadow darted up the steps and disappeared through the glass doors, revealing his true shadow on the cobblestones.
Sora looked behind him and gave a swift signal. Wisora landed onto the ground, cushioned by the Aero magic he casted on himself. He looked around and saw no one but Sora standing in the plaza and walked towards the train station.
Sora looked about the area, keeping a steady eye at the calmed blue form. However, the operation didn't go as smoothly as he thought.
"Hey! Sora?" A voice was heard from afar.
WHUMP! Sora turned his head towards the voice before his eyes fell on the collapsed form of Valora, who had apparently slipped on a shingle of a roof on which he stood, fell off the building, and crashed face first onto the tiled floor.
"Ow, shit…" cursed the red figure.
Sora saw a blonde-haired boy, dressed in a dark green vest and camouflaged pants, running up the ramp that led towards the plaza.
"Hayner!" Sora cried out in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"I was asking the same to you, Sora. I thought you were looking for Kairi." Hayner pointed at the direction of the Old Mansion.
"Oh! Haha…Kairi's okay…yeah and Goofy and Donald's taking care of her while I'm on an errand to uh… fix something." Sora gave out his silly grin, trying to convince Hayner that something did not go terribly wrong.
"Uh huh, and who's that behind you?" His curious blue eyes stared at the figure behind Sora, who was groggily trying to stand up. Sora could only stand and say no more. How do I explain him?
"Ow…no more roof hopping for me…" Valora stumbled onto Sora and Hayner, rubbing his face. And that's when he noticed the boy.
"Oh. Hi!" The red form gave a big smile. He wrapped his left arm around Sora's neck again and gave out his right hand towards Hayner. "Name's Isamu, Sora's twin brother. And you're name is?"
"Hayner." The boy replied with his eyes perked, taking Valora's hand incredulously.
"Hayner…Oh! Hayner! Sora mentioned you while he was back at Destiny's Island. He said you're pretty good at the Struggle."
"Really?"
"Hell yeah! Nearly gave Sora quite a surprise on your counterattack."
"I was not – hurk!" Sora tried to intervened, but Valora's grip around his neck grew tighter, nearly suffocating him.
"Wow. I'm glad that someone like Sora would complement me on that." Hayner grinned, raising his fist.
"Anytime." Sora gasped.
"So, yeah. We gotta go fix something. See ya around!" Valora casually pointed at the glassy-eyed blonde as they strode passed him. Hayner turned around and called out.
"Hey, guys?"
Valora's face contorted into a frown for a slight moment before he turned his face towards Hayner, smiling.
"Yeah?"
"Where did you guys get your clothes?" he queried.
"Oh these? Mom went nuts when these were on sale." Valora began his wild tale, "Actually the entire wardrobe was on sale where we lived. And ya know, Mom thought it was cute for us to wear the same thing cuz we're twins 'n all. And I said, 'Hell no! I'm not wearing what Sora wears.' And Mom, being Mom, bought them both anyways. So, I stole one of them from Mom's hanging wires, dyed it red, and added these sweet decals."
He pointed at his fleur-de-lis design on his sleeves.
"That's pretty cool, Isamu. I should let you guys go. If you guys come back to Twilight Town, I'll treat you guys to some ice cream."
"Sure! We love those little things! Don't we, Sora?" Valora grinned at the poor hapless brunette who was at the mercy at his own drive form. The keyblade master merely nodded.
"I'll see you guys later!" Hayner waved before he ran off to wherever his other friends are.
After his departure, Valora released his hold on Sora. The boy collapsed onto the ground, rubbing his neck.
"Valora, why did you lie?"
"I had to keep you quiet because you can't make up a decent story," the Valora form growled. "And I didn't want you to ruin mine as well."
Sora sat on the ground, still confused on what had happened.
"But how can you just lie like that? Won't he find out that you're not really my brother?"
"Hey, kid. Relax. A little lie won't hurt him," Valora pointed out, "Sure it would bum him out that he couldn't meet me the next time, but it didn't hurt anyone. Am I right?"
"I guess so…"
"So, let's get your ass off the floor and go see Yen Sid to fix this problem." Valora grabbed Sora by the hand and easily lifted the boy up. Then they proceeded to walk through the glass doors.
"Took you a while," Wisora sneered as he waited at the platform with Shade, who was curled into a ball, napping.
"Oh shaddup, Wissie. Me 'n Sora ran into a problem called Hayner." Valora pointed his thumb at the entrance.
"Hayner." The blue form murmured to himself.
"Is he not the one I wiped the floor with?"
"No, that was the MCP," Valora rolled his eyes, "I wiped the floor with Hayner. And you just only hacked the MCP."
"And disarmed the robot in Halloween town..."
"You-what?"
"Defeated the Grim Reaper and eliminated that Organization man with the odd buzz cut."
"It was a mullet." Valora added.
"And you know that, why?" Wisora queried at a trivial question such as the type of haircut the man with the sitar had.
Valora merely shrugged.
"Hmph," Wisora whipped his body around and crossed his arms, muttering, "Incompetent."
"I heard that, Wisora. Now, say that to my face!" growled Valora as he firmly placed a grip on the Wisdom form's shoulder. A second later, he was thrown back a bit as the sharp pointy edge of the Bond of Flames barely touched his nose.
"No," he replied solemnly.
Sora's eyes widen. Oh no, how can I control those two?
"Guys? I don't think this is a good place to fight. Valora? Wisora?"
His words were left ignored as Valora summoned his Kingdom Key. He yelled, "Nobody sticks a Keyblade in my face! Especially you! Ruagh!"
Just as he clashed with Wisora, a third Keyblade intercepted them, and it was not Sora's.
Sora watched in amazement as Master disarmed the two bickering forms in a single swipe. The Fatal Crest disappeared from his right hand and he regained his posture. The other two Keyblades clattered onto the floor.
"Valora and Wisora, how many times did I have to tell you not to fight? I told you while we're on our way to the computer lab, and I told you again before we set out towards the train station. And you disobeyed me twice! The next time I see you guys at it again, I'm taking your Keyblades."
Valora grimaced, "But-"
"No buts! My decision is final. Seriously, you guys need to learn how to be good brothers and help each other out. And this isn't helping," interjected the Master, crossing his arms.
"Sorry, Master," said Valora as he bought out his hand to summon the Keyblade to his hands before he put it away.
"Forgive me, Master." Wisora bowed his head before he snapped his fingers, willing away his Keyblade. The two forms looked at each other and quickly turned their back against one another in a huff.
Master grinned, "Now that's better. It's time to get onto the train. Finora!"
Finora did not reply.
"Finora? Ah-!"
They spotted Finora curled up into a ball next to Shade, sleeping. His tiny wings were limp, tucked behind his back. Once in a while, he would snuggle close to the anti-form.
"He looks tuckered out. What the hell did you guys do?" Valora squatted down to the floor next to Finora and lifted the silver form into his arms.
"I think he ran out of sugar," The Master contemplated.
"Sugar, huh?" the Valor form perked his eyebrows. "I'd like some of that."
Then he proceeded to aboard a dark blue and purple train, lined with gold and star patterns, and disappeared. Suddenly his head reappeared at the door again.
"So, tell me. Where were you guys while Wissie and I went roof-hopping? You never told us about what you were going to do during the debriefing."
"Finora and I flew to the clock tower and took the stairs down."
"…Damn you."
And the rest followed Valora. Sora had Shade in his arms as he waited for Wisora to step into the violet-blue train. It felt quite weird to have a large mass of darkness resting in his arms, but he might as well get used to it.
As the train was making its way to the tower, the six Soras took their time to relax and play. Finora was awake and messing around with Valora's Hidden Dragon, while Shade snagged the Kingdom Key. They ran around Valora in circles, who looked either pissed or amused.
The heartless took the keyblade into his hands and held it in a backhand position on his right side. He looked at Finora and grinned.
"Ku!"
"Haha! Sora! Shade copied your battle stance! Haha!" Finora giggled and pointed Valora's Keyblade at the dark form.
Sora gave a short laugh before he looked at the brooding blue form. He decided to have a small chat with Wisora, who had not spoken after the Master's discipline.
"So, Wisora. How much magic do you know?"
"I know a lot."
"The ones Donald taught me or something more?"
"I know more," his chilling blue eyes examined Sora, searching for a reason why he had to bother him on such absurd questions.
"Really? Can you teach me?"
"No."
"Why not? You're my Wisdom form." Sora asked.
"You are not capable to know what I can do." Wisora gave a small shrug before he shifted his body so that his back faced Sora, a clear signal to 'leave me alone'.
"Wisora…"
"Just leave him be." Sora felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Master looking serenely at him.
"What's up with him?"
"He's always like that. It's an after effect when you just know too much magic," the yellow form shrugged as he looked out the window opposite from where he was sitting.
Sora sighed at the blue look-alike. Then he felt the train slowing down, and the keyblade master looked out the window behind him and saw the looming tower coming closer to him.
"If he knows so much magic, then couldn't he fix the problem?" Putting his hands behind his back, Sora leaned back in his seat.
"I believe that his knowledge doesn't extend to magical clothing, Sora," Master yawned.
"Oh."
End of Chapter 4.