Kingdom Hearts Another Destiny

LOST MEMORIES

W.T.

A year has passed since the events of Kingdom Hearts.

Destiny or fate refers to the inevitable course of events. It may be conceived as the irresistible power or agency that determines the future, whether in general or of an individual. It is a concept based on the belief that there is a fixed natural order to the universe.

Chapter 2

Ignoring the weird sun, telling myself that it was the coffee's effect on my brain, I put my hand into my jeans to get out my key. As my hand went in my finger touched something sharp. Could it be? I dug deep—as deep as the pocket went. Just the key, I told myself.

So many thoughts: Was the dream real? How could it have been? Is that keychain in my pocket? Can I use the Keyblade here? Why would I need it?

Just forget it.

I opened the door, to find the house empty. I entered the room in no hurry, and threw my jacket onto my desk chair.

My room wasn't very tidy, but I liked it. I guess it was for the same reason I liked the Twilight Diner. Books were scattered around the floor, some closed, some wide open with some pages around them. I didn't really have many clothes, since my dad didn't have much money. He had to work overtime most days and usually didn't come back 'til around seven at night.

Some pencils and bits of paper covered in maths calculations were on my desk. I was never good at maths; it'd usually take me over an hour to complete just my maths work, while Mitsuko and Katsu finished theirs in less than twenty minutes.

My dad didn't like how my room was messy, but he found that whenever the room was cleaned too well, then I'd lose things more often, since I had never been used to a tidy environment. I kind of kept it half messy and half clean for him.

I slumped down onto my bed and breathed heavily. The sun was still warm on my face. That Keyblade… Why did I get it?

There was nothing to do. I just wanted to rid myself of those thoughts.

Death.

I cocked my head to the side, seeing a framed photo. It was a photo of my family, before it divided. Why they did it, I don't know.

I saw my mother, my father, my brother and lastly, myself. The photo was taken about a week after we were born.

I was asleep in my mother's arms, wrapped in a fluffy looking blanket. There was a mellow expression on my face as my mother smiled. She had long, hazelnut-brown hair and dark brown eyes and the smile of a goddess. I didn't know why my father would've left her; she was very beautiful.

My father stood to his left and had my brother up on his shoulders. My brother's arms were in the air and had a huge smile across his face with his mouth open.

My father's hair was jet-black and his eyes were emerald green. I had always wondered how I got my blue eyes, even though none of my parents had them. In school I had heard something about white families having a black child because far back in their family somebody married a black man or woman; I guessed my eyes were kind of like that.

My dad had always talked about how my brother's hair was always so messy, just like mine. As a baby, my hair was flat and boring, but as I grew, amazingly, as if I was becoming more like my brother, my hair grew wild.

I wished that life could be normal for me. I wish I could live even the most boring life there ever was, just as long as it didn't involve this pain.

I never knew my mother, and I couldn't really miss her. It's the effect that it's had on my father that has hurt me.

After she died he was always so depressed, but was perpetually trying his best to hold in his feelings—poorly, though.

Nobody else seemed to know about my mother, save for Kyle and my father. He told me not to tell anybody about her, so I just told most people that she had died. Kyle eventually got me to spill the beans, but he did promise to keep my secret.

The reason for the secrecy was unknown to me, but I respected my father. Even now that she actually is dead, I didn't want to tell.

"Think of something else…" I told myself.

Amazingly, the first image that popped up was Mitsuko. What the? I felt a strange warm feeling thinking of her. A dear friend she was. I could see her crystal blue eyes, her shining blonde hair, flowing in the wind.

I had never felt like this before. I had never felt like this about her before; it was strange how this only just happened after so many years.

I remember my dad telling me, "There's a time in every man's life when you find someone special. You get a strange, yet good feeling inside of your when you think of the person. This feeling is called love."

I was only about ten when he told me that. While lying on my bed that day was the only time when I truly began thinking about it. I sighed as the thought of Mitsuko loving me flew past my mind. What am I thinking? Hormones, I thought. Stupid fucking hormones. This wasn't like me; liking girls and that stuff.

Well, not until recently, anyway…

It wasn't rare for me to find myself staring motionless like a statue at girls passing by during recess at school.

I told myself it was wrong, but I couldn't control myself.

I looked out the window and stared at the sun. The only problem with this attraction was Katsu: he was always the popular one at school, and always the popular one when it came to girls.

I could never beat Katsu. He was the alpha-male.

Mitsuko was obviously deeply in love with him, but for what reason? What was so great about him anyway?

Goddamn him and his, uh, girl-attraction-ism powers, I thought.

My dad was still at work and wouldn't be back for quite a while.

The sun looked strange tonight. It was a shade of deep blue, glowing eerily with streaks of purple flowing through it. There was a slight breeze coming from the window, blowing softly at the curtains.

Mitsuko doesn't love me; she's just a good friend. It's best to just forget about her. It's just my hormones working up. Stupid hormones.

As I sat on my bed, thinking about the past week, the sky grew dark and I began to worry. Dad, where are you? I thought.

I never heard the sound of footsteps in the house, never heard the footsteps of one who would create death. I reached into my pockets and pulled out my wallet.

Maybe I'll buy some food for dad when he gets back, I thought. As I took out the wallet, I heard a light clunk of metal hitting the wooden floorboards. I looked down. Holy shit…

The crown, the crown keychain from my dream was lying on the ground.

"This is unreal," I breathed.

I heard close footsteps getting closer. I picked up the keychain and squeezed it in my hand. The Keyblade appeared in my hands.

"Hikaru! I'm back," said a voice. Oh shit. My dad was back!

I hurriedly threw the Keyblade under my bed and quickly picked up a book and began flipping through the pages as if I was reading.

"Hikaru? Oh, there you are," said dad, smiling happily. His hair was beginning to turn grey, but still had remnants of his normal hair. He wasn't an overweight man, and he wasn't exceptionally thin either; he was kind of in between.

He had an oily paper bag in his hands.

"Who's up for fish and chips?" he asked, lifting up the bag.

"Yeah, sure," I replied, trying my best to act cheerful.

"I'll set up the plates," dad said, walking out of my room.

Phew, that was close.

I closed the door and picked up the Keyblade from beneath the bed. It had that same strange glow to it—a glow of dark.

I could feel immense power flowing through it, and that was just from holding it.

If squeezing the keychain makes the Keyblade come out, then what makes it turn back to its keychain form? It turned back into the keychain on its accord last time, without any kind of order or anything.

Aw, c'mon! Change back! My mind screamed.

The Keyblade shone brightly, once again, emitting that dark aura. As I opened my eyes, the Keyblade disappeared, and replaced by the tiny crown keychain.

Seeing as it had a clip, I attached it to my belt and left the room for dinner. What a convenient weapon, I thought.

I walked into the kitchen and started helping my father set up the plates.

I could see that he was still upset about mum's death, although he hid it; poorly anyway. He sighed as he took the steaming fish out of the small take-away box. "Hey Hikaru, could you cut this up for me?" he asked.

"Sure thing," I muttered.

I carefully cut the piece of fish into two even pieces and placed one piece on dad's plate and one on mine.

"Dad, it's okay," I said, trying to sound as supportive as possible.

His face began to flush a shade of pink.

"What? Nothing's wrong! I'm fine. Everything is okay. Eat your fish," he said so quickly that his sentences became nothing but a whirlwind of words.

I sat down and began eating. It was quiet. All you could hear was the sound of knives against plates, and the occasional cough. You'd think that something would happen now, like some ninja would jump in through the window and throw a football at us, but nothing like that happened.

My dad put down his fork. He put his face into his hands and suddenly began weeping.

"Dad, are you okay?" I asked.

"I think I need some time alone," he said, choking.

"Sure," I said softly.

It has destroyed him. I wonder if dad will be next. Would he commit suicide as well?

I wouldn't give in to the temptation of suicide. Sometimes though, I felt like it was the only thing I wanted to do.

I lay down on my bed and began to think about my dream.

It seemed so real. I could even feel the icy breeze from the huge pillar.

It was amazing how I seemed to have total control over myself during the dream, unlike others where events just occurred.

I had always dreamed of having an adventure. I thought one was about to begin when I went to that strange place, but it seems that the adventure I was expecting would be postponed. I was really bored; in fact, I had passed the border of boredom, and entered the realm of pure depression. I could hear the soft sound of my father crying in the kitchen. I felt like crying too.

This week's been crazy, so insane. First, my mum dies, next I have some crazy dream and now I'm beginning to fall in love.

Mitsuko thinks of me as a friend, nothing more. Life sucked.

I looked at a lasso that I used to play with. I had lots of fun when I was a kid. Playing cowboys and stupid things like that with Katsu, Mitsuko and Kyle.

That lasso was looking awfully friendly.

No. No fucking way am I going to do it. It's the coward's way out. Suicide is for cowards, I thought.

I couldn't give in to the temptation. I thought for a second, and questioned my sanity. Was I becoming suicidal? Would I like slit my wrists? That was too far. I shouldn't even think about things like that.

I looked out the window again to see the sun slowly, majestically rise into the sky. Rise? It was seven o'clock at night.

Why the hell would the sun be rising at this time? I thought.

Then I realised: that wasn't the sun. It sparked with an unknown energy, glowing ever so mysteriously.

It was huge, colossal even. It towered over the entire town, seeming to be taunting it somehow; it made the clock tower itself seem like a mere toothpick.

It looked like it was growing or something. No, it wasn't growing, it was getting closer. "DAD!" I screamed. I ran into the kitchen to find my father lying on the table. He had a huge gash across his neck. Blood dripped off the edge of the table, splattering on the ground.

The creamy carpet turned a bright crimson as the death of my father was confirmed. This can't be happening. All so fast. Why?

His eyes were wide, bloodshot, but empty. Hollow eyes, with nothing but never-ending sadness.

"No, dad…" I whispered.

Tears began to form around my eyes. It hurt to see the man I loved as my father for all my life lay lifeless on the table on which we used to play games and talk happily.

Now my entire family was destroyed after one death.

One death couldn't cause this kind chain reaction, right…?

But it did.

I ran outside into the street as fast as I could, knocking over anything in my way.

I ran over to Mitsuko's house and ripped the door open.

"Mitsuko!" I screamed, my voice cracking with the sudden sense of emergency. "Get out of the house now! Get your parents too!"

I've lost my family; I didn't want to lose my one true love.

She came running out, a pole in her hands. "Where are the evil guys!" she roared. It looks like she came prepared.

"Listen: there are no evil guys…" I said.

"Then what's going on?" she interrupted.

"There's just a huge blue ball that's going to crush the town! We have to get out of here!" I finished.

"My parents are at the mall. We gotta find Katsu first," Mitsuko said with a worried look.

I felt my heart stop for a split second. I struggled for words. I reluctantly followed her as she ran to Katsu's house. All she could think about was Katsu. That made me so mad. He was a good friend… that's all he was to her. Right?

"Katsu!" she screamed as she looked around for him.

We arrived at Katsu's to find the door wide open. We ran in, calling for him, but nobody answered.

It seemed Katsu had acted before us, noticing the ball much earlier.

"We have to get everybody to evacuate," I shouted. "Your parents should be able to make it to the dock pretty quickly; it's right next to the mall."

The ball was getting close, so close that I could somehow feel its power.

"Quick! To the shore!" I shouted, signalling Mitsuko to follow.

"But what about Katsu?" she shouted.

"He'll probably be there too! We need to take our boats to another island!" I explained, grabbing her hand.

It felt tender, warm, comforting.

We ran as fast as we could as the ball approached the town, spelling what would most certainly be the end.

Buildings that came into contact with it turned to dust instantly, exploding in brilliant balls of white flame.

I saw people running away in horror. The energy was too fast. It was expanding at a constantly increasing pace. As it grew the blue faded away and it became pure white. People screamed as they were engulfed in the blinding light.

Just as I had anticipated, Katsu was standing at the shore, watching the ball as it began its reign of destruction. There was what seemed to be a splash and then the shockwave came.