Chapter 4: Heartless Smackdown

Despite their color scheme, the Heartless where pretty easy to pick out from the surrounding darkness present in Dark World. As we passed by the various Pure Heartless wandering about, I couldn't help but wonder why.

Why were they so vicious.

Why were they so calm.

Why weren't they attacking us.

"Master, I don't like how these things are looking at you." I was startled for a moment back into the present by my Servant's voice. Kiyohime and Wrath had been quiet the entire time since our departure from the Dark Margin.

Well-

'I want another chocolate kidney Mr. Bowser. Zzzzzzzz- No. That tater tot is mine Mr. Pinky! Just stay an adorable fat blob of pink that acts like a vacuum cleaner'

-Wrath was asleep, mostly dreaming about eating things with the cast of Smash Bros and being a six year old at the moment. While Kiyohime-

"What do you mean? Haven't they been looking at us?" The Berserker merely shook her head before tightening her hold on my left arm, glaring at the Heartless as we passed them by. I waved at a Shadow curiously and almost gasped when it returned my gesture.

Before I could freak out in a way that could've gotten us all killed, something on the ground caught my attention. I stopped us for a second before spending what felt like an hour getting the yandere to release my arm from her breasts without burning to ash. When Kiyohime regretfully, going by her expression, released me, I reached down to pick up the blue star-shaped charm that brought me from the edge of panicking in the midst of the Heartless.

"Ma-?"

"It's James, Kiyohime," I interrupted her, clenching the charm tightly for a brief second to confirm that it was real.

"James...James...James. Ufufufufu."

Not my finest moment, I admit, letting the first yandere know my first name, but there wasn't a single fuck given in that moment as there was a bigger fish to fry.

I walked up to the Shadow that I'd waved to earlier and brought the charm up to its face.

"Can you show me the way? Please."

I know. I know. Begging a creature that I knew as a glutton for consuming organs located in my chest for help wasn't a great idea. AT ALL

The Shadow stared into my eyes for what felt like an eternity, looking for something. That only proved to me that whoever this use to be, was still in there.

But I, still, did not give a fuck

And as it turned away to create a Corridor of Darkness leading to who knows where, I knew. That whoever this use to be wanted to help, even if they didn't understand most of what was going on.

"..." I glanced back to find Kiyohime not even five inches from my face, her eyes boring into mine with immense intensity in spite of the small blush present on her cheeks.

"Wrath, suit me." I grabbed my Servant with my sudden alien strength and jumped into the Corridor before she could even yelp.

...

"This is too sudden Master! We need to talk more about ourselves before making the beast with two backs! And that's not even mentioning marriage...marriage...marriage." I ignored my Servant and the uncomfortable aura around her to the best of my ability while trying to gauge and test my new found skills in the most efficient manner possible.

Basically, channeling my inner Spiderman as I swung after the Demon Horde that nabbed Aqua after she drew it's attention away from a defenseless Riku.

Oh, and let's not forget that I was doing that while dodging the attention of several Darkside Heartless with Kiyohime and the Shadow piggybacking on me.

"Oh HELL NO!" I snarled before jetting through the fading doorway that the Horde took Aqua through.

And found myself face-to-face with a demon.

"Respectfully, FUCK YOU ZELRETCH!" I kicked it through a wall and continued swinging after the Horde, even as a meteor almost fried us from coming too near. I didn't care too much as the chase ended with Aqua busting herself out of the Horde, Keyblade in hand.

Normally, as a man of reason, I would stopped atop a building in what was apparently an apocalyptic New York City, let my two passengers off my back, and observe the fight from a distance. I did two of those things at least.

(Play: Time To Say Goodbye; RWBY)

However, having understood the gravity behind how much time I had before things would've gone to shit put me into a certain perspective that threw caution to the wind.

That perspective was of one who was close to achieving a hope of theirs.

The mindset of a man who wanted to go against the current that he's been following all his life.

The mindset of a man who's been agonizing over their powerlessness over a situation that they could now solve.

(POV: Aqua)

' -I am Master Aqua. And that's a promise.' My clash with the Demon Horde has led me to a world filled with buildings and fire. Drastically much different from the last place I fought a Horde. Without Mickey here, this fight will be harder for sure, but still!

The Horde surged forth as I brought my Keyblade up in response. Only to pull back from skewering a man in gray at the last second, who had proceeded to capture the Heartless with inky webs before slamming them, hard, into a nearby building.

"Come on! Get back up!"

I backed up a little as the young man toar a chunk out of the ground and threw it before yelling at the top of his lungs:

"IVE BEEN WAITING A WHOLE YEAR FOR THIS YOU BASTARD!"

"What the?"