Kingdom Hearts

Loose Ends

Chapter 1:
Soup

The laptop's screen blinked repeatedly as he scanned the screen:

Subject- 19 yrs.
Status - Unemployed
Family- N/AGuardian-
Cloud Strife
Bio - Formerly an orphan. Survivor of the Geo-Stigma Syndrome.
Location- Unknown

The boy began to doze off as he read through the report.

"It's almost empty... Why?"

His door cracks open as a middle aged woman with long brown hair and brown eyes walks in with a bowl of soup, and some orange juice placed neatly on a silver trey. She looks to find the young man asleep. She smiles as she tenderly lays the soup next to him on the desk. She looks up at the computer screen and frowns.

"Poor child..."

She looks at him and brushes through his scruffy red hair lightly.

"It must be so hard..."

She gingerly steps out of the room and softly closes the door.

On her way down the stairs she stops halfway and looks at the pictures on the wall. There is a picture of a young boy, about 11, standing next a brown haired woman and a man with blonde, spiky hair. She presses her fingers on the man and stifles a whimper. Her phone at the bar begins to ring. She snaps out of her daze and walks out to the bar full of people eating, drinking, and laughing. She picks up the phone, "Hello, 7th Heaven, Tifa speaking." She hears a faint voice but can't quite make it out.

"Excuse me, let me go get my office phone hold on a second."

She quickly goes upstairs as two drunk men start to argue. She goes into her office and picks up the phone.

"I'm sorry, hello?"

"Is he there?"

"Excuse me?"

"Is he there?"

The voice over the phone becomes agitated. Tifa, alarmed says, "What? Who? Who is this?"

"He who has been chosen by the key. His time has come. I hope he's learned over the years." The voice declares.

"Key? What key? Who are you talking abou—."

She looks at the phone.

"He hung up...Was he talking about Denzel? I should go check on him!" She almost yells, worry fervent in her voice she opens the door to his room, but hears a crash downstairs.

"Oh no..."

She closes Denzel's door room and runs downstairs.

Back in the bar two drunk men are attempting to fight each-other, the same two who were arguing before. Tifa tries desperately to calm them down and kick them out, but she can't do it.

"You two aren't gonna like what I'm about to do!" She yells at them as she goes upstairs. She slams on a door repeatedly. " BARRET! WAKE UP!" Grumbling and complaining is heard through the door. She goes inside and tells him to get up. "Two men are fighting downstairs.

A giant of a man, black skin with a prosthetic right forearm, and a low-top hair cut that's starting to grey sits up. "Awww, do I really hafta break dis up?"

"Barret Wallace." Tifa says as she taps her foot.

"Fine...Fine...God..." Barret steps out of bed. When he stands up he towers over Tifa, standing at 6'4 to her 5'4. He lumbers down stairs where he can see the drunk fight. "AIGHT! PLAYTIME IS ON!" He grabs both men by the back of their necks and chucks them out of the bar.

"Was dat it? Anyone else?" Barret says as he smiles. The room is silent. All staring at the hulking body of Barret.

"Das what I thought!" He goes back upstairs.

Meanwhile Denzel remains asleep in his room, his soup getting cold.

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