A/N: Kingdom Hearts, arrrr. It not be mine. And if ye be readin' and not reviewin', yer a landlubbing rat and ye'll be walkin' th' plank soon enough.
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"But why? Why would it choose a kid like you? … Looks like things are worse than we thought … Still hard to believe that you, of all people, are the chosen one…"
At first, Leon could not believe nor could he fathom how this naïve boy beat out countless stronger and experienced fighters to the Keyblade. Leon supposed the kid was in his early teenage years, although he did have the appearance of a ten year old. He was more than willing to bet that the boy, Sora, wouldn't last fifteen minutes in Hollow Bastion on his own.
What was so special about this Sora anyways? There had to be something exceptional to him –- why else was he the chosen one? Perhaps it was hereditary, but Leon hadn't seen a Keyblade Master for ages. So, there was clearly some inner trait that made this kid suitable … But what?
Obviously, Sora needed some form of strength: a strong heart. What constitutes a strong heart? Was it morals that made a sturdy heart? Perhaps there was more to it.
That aside, Leon still couldn't help but be peeved … and perhaps a bit jealous. He had his share of fantasies, dreaming of the countless worlds calling his name. And to be beat out by a fourteen year old kid … that was quite demeaning.
So, what was wrong with Leon? Was he not strong enough to wield the infamous weapon? Was there something he did wrong? Was he just not good enough?
Even now, Leon still questions the Keyblade's decision. Sure, Sora had saved the worlds while maintaining world order. He couldn't have done a finer job. He had certainly grown, not only in height, but in strength as well (but this strength, it's the Keyblade's and not his own).
But this fight is not quite over. Not yet.
His judgment day has yet to come.
"Well, I didn't ask for this."
"The Keyblade chooses its master, and it chose you."
"So tough luck."