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The Unknown that had just left Sora walked through marble halls. He walked through a door and entered a large library. The Master was already there sitting at a table, apparently reading a book. The Master Unknown was unlike the rest of them, most noticeably appearance wise.
The Master wore red as opposed to the other Unknown's black. He did not wear a hood either; his face was masked behind red bandages. He put the book down. "How did your mission fare?" he asked. His voice was smooth, but one could tell there was power behind it, confidence, and darkness.
"The boy knows of us now. Your message has been received." Spoke the Unknown.
The Master stood. "Good." The Master looked out of a nearby window, pausing. "Summon Axel. His role is about to begin."
The Unknown bowed. "He will be brought to you at once." The Unknown backed away and left. The Master Unknown began to laugh.
"Sora. You will not escape."
BHK cautiously opened his eyes. He looked across the room and bolted upright. Kairi was gone. BHK stumbled to his feet and fell right through the trap door. He fell the four feet and hit the floor below with a thud.
He head throbbed and he heard a ringing in his ear. Actually it was more like, laughter? He opened his eyes again and saw Kairi laughing her head off. BHK swore. He got all worked up for nothing. But soon relief swept over him. She was safe.
"Are-you, okay?" Kairi asked when she had enough breath in her body. BHK groaned and painfully got up. "I've had worse."
"Here" Kairi said, moving to Cid's back room. "I'll make some breakfast." BHK sat down at Cid's counter, rubbing the back of his head. 10 minutes later, a mouth-watering smell wafted through. "Hey that smells good Kairi, let's just see...." Said a voice from behind the door. BHK soon heard a loud smack. "It's not ready yet Cid, and I won't have your greasy hands all over my food."
BHK heard Cid complain, and he appeared in the doorway. "Alright then fine." Cid said mumbling under his breath. Then he looked up and spotted BHK. "It's almost ready for ya kid. At this rate, you'll be off by tomorrow morning." BHK nodded. Cid was doing his job well. It was now day two, and the old man was right on schedule. "But I've still gotta warn you. If the Heartless are back, then traveling from world to world won't be any pleasure cruise."
"You've got that right, Cid." BHK whirled at the new voice. It apparently belonged to a decently tall man with dark hair and a bad scar down his face. The visitor walked towards Cid's counter. "It was pretty rough just getting down here."
Kairi appeared in the back doorway. Her eyes widened when she saw the visitors. "Leon! Yuffie!" BHK checked the second visitor over, Kairi must have been referring to this person, as Yuffie was not usually a boy's name. The woman had on khaki shorts and a green top, she also had an uncomfortably large shuriken strapped to her waist.
"Oh my god! Kairi?! What are you doing here?" Yuffie asked amazed at finding Kairi already back in Traverse Town. Kairi's smile faltered slightly. "To tell you the truth, I'm not entirely sure." Kairi looked at BHK. "You'll have to ask him."
Yuffie and Leon both turned to see BHK sitting there, looking right back at him. Yuffie's smile grew wider. "Sora! How'd yo-" She stopped talking as she saw BHK shake his head.
"I'm not Sora. But we're here-" he said gesturing toward Kairi, "to look for him." BHK cocked his head to one side. "You wouldn't happen to know where he is, would you, Squall?"
Leon's eyes widened and BHK noticed that he grabbed the hilt of his weapon. "Who are you kid?" Leon demanded. "You can call me BHK" was all the reply Leon got.
"That's not the answer I'm looking for" Leon snarled. BHK smiled. "Well, that's the answer you've got."
Leon unsheathed his Gunblade. "Either quit playing games with us and talk, or I'll make you." Leon threatened, the blade he was holding reflected some of the store's light. The air was tense, and nobody moved.
"Put that thing away..."BHK said quietly. "You'll never be able to defeat me."
"We'll see about that!" Leon charged and slashed down with the Gunblade. There was a whirl of motion and the clash of metal on metal. When everybody's mind's caught up, BHK was seen blocking Leon's blade with the Oblivion. BHK's face was serious now.
"You don't want to do that Squall. Just back off." BHK's voice held an unmasked warning. Leon's face contorted in anger and he jumped back, only to leap and slash again.
This time, BHK called to the Oathkeeper, which had just appeared in his right hand. "Aero!" A shield of wind wrapped itself around BHK, repelling the Gunblade. "You can't beat me Squall!" Leon was shocked. He was slowly realizing that BHK was right.
BHK paused and looked around. He swore. "See what you've done?! By wasting your time fighting me, you've brought them right back." BHK strode toward the front door, it magically burst open for him as he approached.
BHK once again walked out into the dark street. The Shadows were back, and they had brought reinforcements. Soldiers, ground and air, also accompanied them. "You didn't take me seriously last time did you?" BHK asked, once again appearing to be able to communicate with them, "Well, its your funeral" He twirled the Keyblades. "Let's go"
The Heartless didn't have to be told twice. They swarmed around him, searching for the first opening to attack.
"Arcanum!" The world around Kairi, BHK and the others took on a slight red tint as the Keyblades began to glow gold. BHK attacked rapidly, his movements were a blur. All Heartless in his path were destroyed instantly. The ones that had held back were now reduced to about half of their number, however, they thought it was safe to strike after the Keys' glow slowly died away. The world returned to its normal dark color.
The Heartless pressed forward again. BHK reflexes were incredible. He ducked, dodged, and counter-attacked in many fluid motions. The Heartless were again driven back. However, this time they seemed to be waiting for something. BHK felt the presence right before hearing the enormous footstep.
A large Heartless was making its way toward him. A Guard Armor. BHK frowned. The Armor detached its arms from its main torso. The feet were firmly planted on the ground (for now) but as usual, there were no legs to be seen.
BHK rolled backward as an arm slashed at him. The other arm made a quick follow-up. BHK barely put up a block in time, still getting knocked to the ground by the force. He rolled to the left as a fist smashed down from above. He made to scramble to his feet, however an armored boot connected soundly with his back.
He was knocked to the ground again, this time in slight pain. Gotta get up. I'm useless in this position. BHK needed only a second to regain his footing, but he couldn't find it, the Guard Armor was unrelenting in its attack. BHK rolled to his back and took aim between his legs. "Thundara!" A bolt of lightning collided with the metal, spreading through out the entire body, even slightly affecting the detached hands. BHK did two summersaults and ended up on his feet, finally. However, by now the Armor had sorted itself out and was back on the offensive.
BHK was again trying to evade the heavy blows that rained down upon him. He decided that he had to get rid of those annoying fists first, he couldn't keep up this dance forever. He planted his feet firmly and took a batter's swing with both Keyblades at a fist that was slashing toward him.
The attack connected, sending the Armored hand crashing into a wall. It flopped to the ground, but BHK knew it would be back up soon. "Fire!" A fireball blasted from Oblivion into the wall that the hand had hit. Huge bricks fell and piled right onto the Armored fist, if not destroying it, at least it was successfully pinned.
The other hand however was still free, and it was apparently not happy with the other's imprisoning. It jabbed toward BHK quickly, before he could set up a decent defense. It slammed through his feeble block and collided with his jaw, only luck saved BHK from a broken mouth.
He staggered back, working his throbbing jaw, already a nasty bruise was forming. He felt a surge of anger at his injury and randomly slashed Oblivion at his attacker. The second hand was instantly destroyed.
This was BHK's chance for some real damage. Destroying the extremities helped, but if he wanted to break this thing, then the torso's armor had to be shattered. He ran forward, cutting with both OathKeeper and the Oblivion. Both strikes made decent hits and the Armor moved back. He kept up the assault but right when BHK was getting confident that it was almost over, something crashed into him and took a firm hold, squeezing the air out of his lungs.
The first hand had freed itself and now gripped BHK's entire body. It rose with him still captive and smashed into a wall. It did little to even dent the evil Armor, but impact and resulting vibrations shook BHK in his very bones. He was losing strength and fast. He needed to do something. Had to escape. He couldn't, wouldn't fail so soon.
He struggled to free one arm, and eventually had success. The arm was preparing to ram into something again, but on its way it brought BHK extremely close to the rest of the Guard Armor. BHK took careful aim, and then hurled the Oathkeeper. It made a loud booming sound as it struck the Armor's helmet and/or head. The hand released him and he dropped to the ground.
BHK slowly stood, energy swirling around him and his remaining Key. "Go back to the Darkness. I send you again into Oblivion!" He hurled the Keyblade, and it pierced right through to the back of the Armor's head.
The Guard Armor shuddered for a second, and then collapsed, releasing its stolen Heart. The physical form of the Heartless faded away into nothing. BHK retrieved his blades and looked around. The Shadows had gone. The street was empty again. He looked up. The fight had took up all of his attention. He only now noticed that it had begun to rain.
He put Oblivion away, but he tapped his cheek with Oathkeeper first. "Heal.." He breathed. The rising bruise glowed green and the swelling immediately began to die. He put Oathkeeper away, and made his way toward the others.
Leon was looking at him with wonder, not hostility. For the second time he asked, "Who are you?" A tired smile formed on BHK's face. He touched Leon's head. "I'm that. I'm Leon. I'm you." But then he pointed at Leon's heart. "But I am no longer connected to that. I'm no longer connected to Squall. Do you understand?" Leon slowly nodded his head, thinking. BHK nodded as well. "I am a mere shell. And I must return to my heart. But first, I must find Sora. I still have one thing to do while I walk this earth." BHK went inside. The others followed.
High above them, standing upon a tower's spire, was a man in a long flowing black robe. He smiled and laughed quietly. He reached up and removed his blindfold. His silver hair was rippling in the wind.
The Red Coat Unknown stood looking out of a window. He didn't turn as a Shadow took form behind him. "Report." The Heartless did not appear to say anything, but it's antennae twitched.
The Master nodded. "Dismissed" The Shadow slipped into a dark spot and slithered away. The Master still did not turn from the window. "Axel." Another Unknown suddenly stepped up behind him. "It seems that we have met some unexpected resistance. If you are to meet anybody that gives you trouble, do not hesitate to destroy them."
The Unknown nodded. "Yes my Master." The Red Coat vaguely waved his hand, still looking out of the window. "Go then. Your part has come. You will not fail me."
The Unknown bowed and left the room.
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