SUMMARY: What if, when Sora used the Keyblade of Hearts, it wasn't destroyed? What if it sought a new master? What if, to wield that Keyblade, one's heart had to be infused into the Keyblade? Crossover
Disclaimer: I will only say this once. I don't own anything!
Hello, and welcome to my second story. This is the prologue, but I promise this will be the only prologue. I also would like if you took a look at my other story, Destruction of Innocence. Don't have to or anything; but if you did, that would be nice. Thank you and enjoy.
EDIT: I made a mistake inthe last versionand it has been corrected.
Prologue
'For being the most horrifying location in this world, it was incredibly easy to get in here' thought a black-cloaked individual. He was to be the first replacement in the Organization, Number 11. But, with the destruction of the Organization, and a bit of negotiation with the Keyblade wielder, he and the small group of Nobodies under his command were the only Nobodies left. Sora and his friends sought out the more dangerous enemies to exterminate, and as Sora slew the last Dusk, Number 11 warped right in front of him. After a guarantee of non-aggregation from them, they went off to keep the worlds safe. 2 years later, and Number 11 was stealthily walking down a dark corridor. It was nice to be home.
'It sure was nice to reunite with old friends,' He thought with a smirk, 'And to think, they thought I was trying to kill them in that dungeon.' The couple that would enviably have bushy-haired red heads tried repeatedly to make a deal to protect the other from death. And that fiery-haired temptress with that glare of defiance…. 'She still makes the shadow of my heart twitch.' They easily made the choice between the enviable death here, or the unknown through the dark portal. 'Glad I ordered the Dusks not to harm anyone until I got back.' But he had a job to do. And it was right ahead.
He was busy, probably deciding where to attempt to invade next. He was more of a thorn in the world's side with the lack of success he was having at this. Everyone seemed to work together easily to defy him. He didn't even notice Number 11. 'I'm going to enjoy this.'
"Hello, Tommy-boy!"
So what do you think? Hope you can figure out what I'm crossing over with. There is a reason I used italics.
I will reveal the identities in the next chapter.
Please R&R. Thanks.