A/N: I hate it, stupid stupid programming problem. I still can't get the stupid code to work! So here I am, venting out steam on this Trinity chapter. Good thing it's under Angst, natch? Oh, wait. I've changed the genre to Tragedy. I have warned you (although if you've already read Nobody's Perfect, you'd already know).
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts belongs to Disney, Square Enix, and Tetsuya Nomura. There? You happy?
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XVI: Shards
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Antiform swore under his breath for the---he couldn't exactly remember for the what time, since he had lost count a long time ago. Whatever. He still swore.
He glanced down at the brightly shining, sparkling, and giving off light in general shards of material beside the Dark Keyblade. Sora's blood had spread, creating a nasty sort of red puddle that stuck to Antiform's black zippered sneakers.
He wanted to shrug, but he didn't, because he was getting pretty pissed off. He once again checked his nails (held them up to the starlight---tweaked the thumbnail a bit, hangnails would be so much of a problem) before plunging his hand into Sora's prone form.
It would've been a lot more exciting if Sora actually bled when Antiform poked around for the Wielder's heart, but no... And he wasn't exactly complaining; the blood that had puddled under him from where the Keyblade had sliced through the brunette was more than enough. But still...a little more blood never hurt anyone, right?
Antiform scrunched up his face in concentration. He was poking through Sora's soul, not his body. No physical damage there, but a whole lot of excruciating pain.
"Eight," he muttered, holding up another shard and throwing it into the growing pile beside him. Why did hearts have to take corporeal form as pink, shiny, sparkly things? It was hard to believe that these shards would give him immense power when he integrated them to himself, when they looked all pink and shiny and----
He swore again and shook his head vehemently.
Sora had stopped screaming when Antiform had ripped out the fourth shard; he was impressed that the Wielder could stand that much pain--but then again, he was the Key, iron will and all... On the sixth shard the brunette had stopped twitching; for all he knew (and hoped) the Wielder had already died. From shock or the massive bleeding (look at all that blood on the floor---and spattered on the gargoyles at least ten feet away, Antiform was kinda giddy on the first three shards), he doesn't care. All he cares about now is--
"Nine." He stared at the heart-shard in his hand, and then at the pile beside him. It seemed pinker and shinier than the others.
Oh the hell with this, heart's starting to fade--- he cursed fluently under his breath as he gathered the shards and started to Integrate them (nothing more than a fancy name for whatever Heartless do when they suck your heart into the space normally reserved for their own), relishing the feel of Kingdom Hearts' energy coursing through his veins (through which flowed not blood, but that special mix of Darkness and mineral water). He poked Sora's side with a blood-stained foot; as he expected, the brunette didn't respond.
Of course if you're dead, you ain't doing anythin', he thought as he Integrated the last of the shards he had already ripped out.
He sighed as he started to rip into Sora's soul again, really, he should be grateful, because it was only Antiform's grip on Sora's soul that kept dear buddy-boy from going wherever dead people go when they kick the bucket.
"Ten?" he said aloud disbelievingly, holding up yet another shard. "Dammit, into how many shards did you get your heart shattered into, anyway?" Antiform yelled at Sora. If the Wielder wasn't so dead he'd kill him (he is dead, isn't he? It's take a miracle for anyone to survive a two-feet-long piece of darkness slicing through their chest), but he had already done that, so he's just pissed off right now.
Yes, he was pissed off. Woe to the Shadow who dared to approach him.
"I swear any more shards and ---oh the freakin' hell shard number ELEVEN!"
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King Mickey sprinted down the corridor. He seemed to be getting a lot of exercise tonight, more than he'd usually like. However, after Xemnas had screamed at him when he told the silver-haired Nobody that he had released Sora's Antiform, he'd really like find the brown-haired boy.
Problem was, Sora had vanished into the night.
His teeth ground against each other unconsciously. The boy was nowhere to be found; the last sighting of him was him storming out of the Audience Hall after Riku had punched him. He was keen on finding out why exactly, but now, he had much more pressing issues on mind.
Xemnas had immediately portalled out in search of Sora. Mickey only hoped that Sora would hold control over his Antiform at least until either him---or Xemnas found him. Much as he distrusted the 'Superior' (never trust a Nobody, that was a cardinal rule), he knew that the Nobody wouldn't dare kill the only path to their salvation.
He summoned his Reverse Keyblade as he ran down further into the corridor. He had already done a sweep of the major Wings, and he was now checking out the auxiliary Wings. He could've actually called on his Court for backup; but then he would have to answer why they had to find Sora in the first place, and he knew the Court (and a very mad Riku, and a very horrified Kairi, and all six Princesses, and a whole lot of Knights, and-- let's just say the Court, shall we?) would never forgive him for tampering with a heart.
Much less the Key to Kingdom Hearts' heart.
Goosebumps dotted his arm as he thought of what the Court would do to him. He skidded into another corridor again almost bumped into a seething Xemnas, who had just looked over his shoulder, presumably hoping that Sora was only waiting in the shadows, liable to scream "TAG! You're It!" anytime now.
"King Mickey where are you searching?" he hissed.
"I have already done a sweep of the main Castle---"
Xemnas bent down so that he was looking Mickey's eyes. Those amber eyes were unsettling, to say the very least. "Send more men, Majesty."
"You know I can't do that!" he protested. "The Court will kill me!"
"As opposed to what they'll do when they see Sora dead."
"Silence!" Mickey roared. He was, frankly, getting tired of Xemnas; the Nobody never seemed to take him seriously. He was the King, his decisions were not to be questioned! His word was law! "You do not talk to me that way!"
He shoved the stunned Nobody aside with his Keyblade and sprinted deeper still into the corridor, ignoring the familiar whoosh of a portal opening and closing.
He whipped left into another Auxiliary Courtyard. And felt his heart stop.
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It felt like eternity, Riku wished it was eternity, but both of them needed to breathe, really. He stared at Kairi, who was still breathless from their kiss, and was staring back at him. Her eyebrows were raised, and he took that as a bad sign. He slowly dropped his gaze, suddenly very aware of Kairi's hands twined behind his neck, and his hands gripping her around the waist.
He knew he shouldn't have kissed her. Aside from the fact that people were now staring at them, it was like cheating. Guilt snaked its way into his heart; if Sora knew what he had done...
"Hm."
"Huh?"
Kairi tipped his face up with a deft finger and quirked an eyebrow. "You kissed me."
Riku could feel all his blood rush into his face as she smiled amusedly. Okay. Amusedly, that he took as a good sign. At least she wasn't clawing his eyes out or threatening to cut off his tongue or something like that. He decided to try and be his normal lovable self, not be his stammering blushing self that he turned into whenever Kairi was near. Key word being try, seeing how close they were to each other.
"Obviously," he said smoothly in his best I'm-not-nervous-as-hell voice.
"Why?" She asked.
Riku's heart skipped a beat as Kairi stared at him intently. Why did her eyes have to be so entrancingly indigo?
Riku get a grip just stay calm and STOP STARING AT HER.
He went with the first answer to pop up in his mind. "I kissed you because I wanted to."
"And why would you want to do that?" Kairi tilted her head. How she managed to look beautiful, adorable, and smart all at the same time, Riku had no clue. Maybe because he just liked her --no, loved her so much it hurt.
His mind was an overloaded mess of brain cells as he tried to comprehend why she wasn't screaming at him right now, or why she didn't even look remotely mad or angry or irritated.
"Because you're the most beautiful girl I know," the words slipped out in one breath, and he cringed almost immediately at the shock on Kairi's face.
Yay, Riku. And you said Sora was the total sap.
Added to cringing, he also winced silently. Sora. This was like declaring total war on his best friend. Yes, he was still angry at the brunette, but no-one could stay mad at the guy who saved his heart, right? Right?
"Mhmm." Kairi nodded to herself. "Is that...true?"
"Y-yeah, Kai--" his breath got knocked out of him as she suddenly hugged him tightly, making his ribs creak painfully.
"Thank you," she murmured, voice muffled against his chest. "Thank you so much..."
Riku felt like fainting from happiness as Kairi beamed up at him. Kairi wasn't mad. He could deal with Sora later, when he came back. After all, it wasn't his fault that she was mad at Sora.
"Thank you for staying here with me," she breathed, unshed tears shimmering in her eyes.
"I'll always stay with you, you know that," he smiled, brushing away a stray lock of redwine hair from her blushing cheek. "Come on, let's dance, princess."
Pouting, Kairi took his proffered hand and they waltzed to the music.
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"Buddy-boy! Eleven damn shards!" Antiform screamed, making the crowd of Shadows clustered around him and Sora disappear with a frightened squeak.
Did he already say he was pissed off?
Groaning, he shook his hand to get rid of the excess blood before plunging his hand into Sora's heart. Or where parts of his heart were. He drew out yet another shard.
"Geez, that girl really hated you, didn't she? When you said shattered, you really did mean shattered... cripes..."
"Sora!"
He jerked his head up and his eyes widened. King Mick himself was standing under the archway entrance to the Courtyard, a very shiny and very solid Reverse Keyblade clutched in one gloved hand. He grinned as the mouse blanched, he supposed, at the sight of Sora bleeding his guts out on the concrete.
"King Mick!" he yelled as he Integrated the twelfth shard, grinning wider as the King stood frozen in his tracks. "Too late, buddy-boy's all gooone!"
He still stood frozen, looking so pale that he almost glowed in the starlight.
Antiform shrugged as he estimated the King would stand there for about a minute or so, horrified at the sight. He turned back to Sora and once again plunged his hand into his soul.
"Where the hell is---"
He looked up just in time to duck the Keyblade thrown at him. He kept himself pressed to the blood-soaked floor until the huge key returned to its thrower, remembering Sora's mistake.
The last mistake he ever made. He laughed as he wiped Sora's blood from his own face. "Oh no no no King Mick-o, you don't kill me that way!"
"Xemnas! Now!"
Antiform felt the grin slide off his face as something hard and burning hot hit him on the back of his head, presumably singeing his hair (not that it mattered--darkness just scattered then rearranged itself into hair again). He looked over his shoulder and his hand ground itself into the concrete in surprise.
"King Mick! Brought company, eh? Mr.-Shiny-Rebonded-Silvery-Hair, huh?"
"Wielder!" Xemnas (whatever, Antiform supposed--Ansem wasn't really his other, but adding another X to Xehanort would be so much of an anagram to make--)hissed, his orange eyes widening. Antiform ducked just in time to avoid having his head collide with no less than a dozen glowsticks.
"Wielder-kid's dead! Thanks, so many thanks to the Majestic Mouse---ha!" He picked up the Dark Keyblade, and, realizing that he had actually no use for the Keyblade (his shiny, sharp nails were more than sufficient), he looked around for the nearest place he could put it, short of letting it clatter to the ground. He really didn't want scratches on it.
Shrugging, he drove the blade into Sora's back, (dodging another one of those glowsticks--oh, so many glowsticks, it made quite a nice illuminating device) twisting it a bit to make sure it remained upright. He'd pick it up after finishing these two idiots off. He again scrunched up his face, concentrating, as he summoned all the Shadows he could sense, and told them to drag along any of their Neo cousins with them.
He opened his eyes and froze. Apparently, Xemnas was thinking the exact same thing. Nobodies had started to flood the courtyard, and a shaking mad King was charging at him. He quickly parried the Reverse Keyblade with his arms and retaliated with a offensive swipes of his own, sending the King staggering back. The Heartless he had summoned were rapidly decreasing in number, and Antiform felt a twinge of fear as Xemnas summoned another ring of his glowsticks.
Now, King Mick he could handle; nobody from the realm of light can use his Corridors. But the silver-haired Nobody---he'd follow Antiform, and from the look on his face, won't stop until he's dead.
No, Antiform had no intention of dying, not when he's holding almost all the power Kingdom Hearts has to offer. But he couldn't run to the Corridors, and he was sure his Shadows won't last the onslaught of Sorcerers Xemnas had summoned.
So he fled to the only place he was sure he was safe. Good thing he still held his soul tight.
"Nuh-uh, Xemnie! You can't hurt me!" he fought the urge to laugh at the disbelieving look on the Nobody's face.
Xemnas raised a hand, probably to make his glowsticks explode again. Hm. He could really use the fireworks; it'll add to the dramatic exit.
"You bas--"
The silver-haired Nobody froze as Antiform grinned, and pulled the Dark Keyblade out. Laughing now, he let himself fall forward into Sora.
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Finally, mercifully, his vision had blacked out completely.
He'd been clinging to the last shard, the thirteenth shard of his shattered heart.
Antiform thought him dead. Sora thought he was dead, too, until he realized you don't feel pain when you're dead.
When the Dark Keyblade sliced through his chest for the second time, he could hear the sickening crunch of his spine being crushed, and the abnormally loud grating sound the Keyblade made when it sank into the concrete.
The pain was excruciating. That was the biggest understatement Sora had ever comprehended in his entire life, which, by the way, had flashed before his eyes for at least five times now.
Why the hell won't he die?
Because Antiform still held his soul in a sharp-nailed grip. He wasn't complaining, though, because he had lost the strength to scream on the fourth shard of heart that had been pulled out of his chest.
The thirteenth shard. The memory of falling from the skies of Destiny Islands and returning the thalassa keychain was engraved on that shard.
The hell this is stupid. I'm dying here, and all I can think about is how my heart got split. Jeez.
"Buddyboy! Alive but ain't kickin', but hey! Still alive anyway!"
What the---
"You owe your life to me, then, and you're going to pay me back sometime."
What? Antiform? You saved my--
"life..?"
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Sora gasped.
Then started to choke on his own blood as he struggled to say one thing.
"life...?"
King Mickey fell to his knees in relief. The Wielder was alive. Alive and bleeding to death on the concrete, but alive nonetheless.
Xemnas swiftly glided and knelt next to the brunette, apparently examining the damage he had taken. And from the way he recoiled from Sora the situation was definitely not good. Whatever. Mickey was still too happy that Sora had held out.
"Majesty."
"Majesty."
Mickey shook his head vigoriously before meeting the Nobody's panicked gaze. He himself tried not to panic because of Xemnas; Nobodies like him rarely showed their borrowed feelings. He inclined his head, gesturing him to go on.
"Majesty, do you have curative potions with you? Magic? Anything?" he asked hastily. The King's heart plummeted; he had left his potions and ethers on the Library table as he hurried to transmute the Dark Keyblade. He had bolted out of the Library without a second glance. He was all out of strength to cast magic from the fight with Antiform.
"N-no," he stammered, and winced as Xemnas' face fell. The Nobody made to turn Sora over, and he squeaked. If they tried to move him, they risked paralyzing him for the rest of his natural life, if he survived, that is. "Don't move him, it'll injure him further--"
Amber eyes stared at him, the unspoken question reflected in them. Now what do we do?
Sora's arm flailed weakly before dropping back down, immobile.
Mickey heaved a sigh before saying the only way he'd get away from trouble with his Court. "Portal him out of here and save his life," he said reluctantly. "Ask your comrades for help."
Xemnas stared at him unbelievingly, probably thinking that the King still didn't comprehend what he was about to do. However, Mickey had no choice; if the Court caught wind of what had happened to the Key, he'd be exiled for sure. The Nobody cleared his throat. "I am taking him to the Castle That--"
"Do anything, please," he whispered, staring down at the bloody Sora, who was currently breathing raggedly. At least he was breathing, yes? The Organization would most likely be the only one who could keep this quiet...
Xemnas hesitated. "But what about the Knighting? The Princess? Wielder Riku? The--"
He already had a Plan forming in his mind, and this one was failsafe. Sora will not be missed, even if he is gone permanently from the picture. He had planned this a long time ago, when a disturbing question had kept him awake for nights in a row after getting wind of the Keyblade's choice of Wielders.
If one runs renegade...
"I'll cover for you," he said stoically, picking up his now blood-spattered Reverse Keyblade and dismissing it, leaving him with bloodstained hands. Tainted with an innocent boy's blood. He bit his lip. "Keep him out of sight until he has recovered fully, then send him to me." Judging by the boy's condition, by the time Sora awakens and starts asking questions, Mickey will be ready with an explanation that hopefully, would not be met by violence.
"I can't guarantee that." Xemnas said shiftily, alternating his gaze between Sora and the King. Mickey hissed; they will not dare harm their salvation. The silver haired-Nobody was showing signs of having second thoughts of taking the drastically wounded Wielder under Organization XIII's wing (or in this case, black coat).
Mickey fidgeted; Sora was groaning softly, still incapable of normal, or for that matter, any speech. "Just save him, GO!" he yelled before spinning on his heels and running back to the Audience Hall.
An simple announcement would suffice, and no-one would suspect that something was amiss. Specifically, a Keyblade Master.
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Kairi bit her lip as she scanned the faces in the crowd. It was nearly midnight, and---
"You're worried, aren't you?" Riku said calmly from beside her. "Don't give me that face; nobody lies to me, you know."
She tore her indignant gaze from the platinum-haired Wielder and heaved a sigh. No matter how much she hated him, he had still been a close friend, and no matter how hard she tried to supress her concern, it still found ways to show itself. Like how cold her hands were right now. It was nice how Riku's hand was warm, though. She gave his palm a squeeze.
"It's just..." she trailed off, her heart pounding badly. If Sora walked through those arches and saw her holding Riku's hand, not to mention his arm wound around her shoulders, to say he'd be pissed off was a great understatement.
But still...she was pissed off at him more. She didn't know if her broken heart had a place for him anymore. After he left her for his stupid duty... It still hurt, like an arrow through the chest.
"I told you once, and I'm not going to tell you again: Sora can take care of himself."
"That's comforting," she replied sarcastically. The Wielder had gone missing for almost two hours now, and no-one had any idea where he was. Actually, if you'd ask her, she'd rather no-one would find him and bring him back---
Her breath hitched in her throat, like so many times before, in so many instances like this. Sometimes she had been so cruel and sarcastic and angry in general, and she felt like she had no control over what was happening, like some other side of her had come forth and wrenched the control from her. But other sides and voices in their head was Sora's specialty; she supposed she had been feeling mad because of his stupidity. And insensitiveness. Her anger flared up at the memory of him laughing at her.
Riku smirked knowingly. "You---"
He was cut off by a sudden hush that spread from the Audience Hall; and eerie silence blanketed the crowd. Kairi's heart pounded harder as the King ran into the front of his throne, panting slightly as he did so. The clearing of his throat echoed throughout the walls and the ceiling.
"Is that...is that blood...?" One of the guests whispered to her neighbor, horrified. Kairi squinted, it looked like the natural design of his clothes to her, but the idea of blood on His Majesty's clothes made her imagination run wild...
"Do not worry about these...stains..." King Mickey said clearly, pausing to glance down his spattered clothes. "Heartless have been straining to get into the perimeter of the Castle. Anyway, I am sad to say that Wielder Sora---"
Kairi resisted the urge to faint at this point; she was clutching Riku's sleeve in a cold-handed deathgrip. There was something in the King's tone that made her fear the worst.
She was right.
"Sora has decided to continue his crusade to seal all Keyholes to protect this realm of light; I fear he shall no longer be joining us tonight--" the King announced, cutting his sentence off as if he had something to say, but suddenly decided not to say it.
"He..." Her voice failed her as tears sprang to her eyes.
"He did not do that..." Riku's voice came, clearly shocked.
She choked on her words, and emotion was building up in her chest, in her heart, and it was threatening to tear her apart all over again.
"H-he didn't---didn't even say---goodbye," her voice broke, unshed tears finally breaking free of her control as she sobbed into Riku's comforting embrace.
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Buddyboy hey! buddyboy hey!
Right now, Sora's mind felt like it had been thrown in a dryer and spun around for a good twenty-four hours on the highest speed.
Buddyboy hey! buddyboy hey! his Antiform was chanting, gleefully reminding him that yes, he was still alive, and yes, the pain he was feeling right now was excruciating, to say the very least.
The turn of events (well, most of which that he had seen through his hazy vision) had been harrowing. Somehow, his Antiform had gained the ability to get out of Sora's control, and he had proven to be a deadly adversary. The pain caused by a Keyblade stuck in his back proved testament to that.
Look, Xemnie's vewy mad...he can't touch me without killing you! No one can! he cackled. Sora winced involuntarily as the Sorcerers gingerly lifted him onto their magical boxes (or something that looked remotely like that). Xemnas had summoned a portal, by the looks of it, and they were certainly headed for the Castle That Never Was.
Pain shot through his arm as he tried to lift a hand to catch the Nobodies' attention. If Antiform broke loose in a world completely made of darkness...Sora had no intention of imagining what he would do, because his head hurt enough as it is.
Oh no Sora, I'm not letting go of ya...You're my sanctuary!
His breath hitched painfully as he realized Antiform was right; no-one dare attack Antiform because they'd have to kill Sora first. And as far as he knew, none of them would kill him, even if he pleaded them to.
Only one option was plausible.
"There, quick," Xemnas' panicked voice cut through his thoughts.
He forced his eyelids open and immediately shut them again. Really. Xemnas should have a new favorite color other than blinding white. He felt himself being laid onto something that seemed like a bed. He swallowed a mouthful of blood and made his choice. Antiform must go before he caused any more havoc.
Aww, I'm no trouble at all!
Sora snapped his eyes open only to find a startled Xemnas staring down at him. The silver-haired Nobody turned to go; black strands were already rising from the floor. Sora grabbed the nearest part of Xemnas he could reach, which was, thankfully, his wrist.
His mind was actually intending to say "I must get rid of the darkness inside me!" but his mouth had decided not to cooperate, making his words come out as "Must...get rid...darkness---", punctuated by a thin ribbon of blood trickling down his chin. His lungs rattled; it felt like crushed soda cans were scraping together inside his chest.
Xemnas looked alarmed. "I need to get help. You shall die if---"
Exactly my point, he thought grimly as he cut Xemnas off. "Y-yes, I will, I need to..." he trailed off as he struggled to take in another breath. Antiform had stopped laughing, presumably because of what Sora was intending to do.
"..."
Xemnas looked bewildered, and Sora gritted his teeth. He was not that dense not to understand what Sora was trying to get across, was he?
"Antiform," he said raggedly, staring up into amber eyes. Xemnas recoiled slightly.
"You will get Antiform under control," he said hastily, finally finding his voice. "Just let me get Vexen and--"
"No!" Why didn't he understand? He can't get his Dark Side under control; ever since Roxas had unmerged with him, Antiform was whispering in his head all the time, and he couldn't do anything about it! He had already lost it once; it must never happen again! The darkness in his heart is absolute, and he cannot risk hurting anyone else! He can't risk hurting the ones he love! He can't risk hurting Kairi!
Antiform giggled. Kairi this, Kairi that. What the hell is wrong with you? She broke your heart, why not break hers? C'mon, I know you want to...
Sora made to shake his head, and was rewarded with a grating noise and excruciating pain. "Xemnas, he dies if I do, and I m-must do my duty---"
Uhuh you don't have the guts to do this, Antiform said, but Sora could hear a trace of fear and panic in his voice. He smiled.
It was his duty, after all. To protect the realm of light.
Even from himself.
"Payback," he said quietly. He shut his eyes and called on the Keyblade, and he tightened his grip around the cool metal of the Dark Keyblade.
Sora! You don't want to do this! Antiform's voice was definitely panicking now, and Sora wanted to laugh at how his Dark Side's grandiose plans to claim Kingdom Hearts would be shattered. He looked up at the 'Superior' of Organization XIII, the one that he had killed almost a year ago, and the one now who intended to save his life.
He had made a lot of mistakes in his life. He hadn't thought about how Nobodies actually felt when Sora attacked them; they were innocent beings stuck in a huge rut, neither light nor darkness, they didn't even truly live. Deprived of hearts, and he slayed them indifferently, seeing them as only a threat. Roxas cleared his perspective; and for what he had done, he was truly sorry. He was truly sorry for everything.
Sora drew in a breath. "I made wrong decisions. Now I'm about to undo them in my own way--" his lungs spasmed, making him cough up blood, which he wiped away with his free hand. Xemnas was still frozen with his mouth hanging slightly open. "I'm sorry for everything. Tell Kai and Riku that."
He choked, and tears sprang to his eyes when he thought of his best friend. And his princess. They will understand.
Riku, Kairi, I'm sorry. He whispered silently into the air, his words vanishing into darkness that was slowly clouding his vision again.
Xemnas had finally snapped back into his senses, and right now, he was staring down at Sora with a horrified expression. "Wiel--"
"For the greater good," Sora cut him off, smiling beatifically as he raised the Keyblade. Antiform burst into a sound that was between laughing and sobbing. Xemnas' eyes widened.
This is my duty.
Kai, I love you. Sorry I can't say goodbye...
He felt a tear trace down his cheek and mingle with his blood.
"I sacrifice...my heart."
He raised the Dark Keyblade and stabbed himself with precision he had honed for two long years as Keyblade Master. It drove right through his heart. It was sacrifice, after all. He started to choke on the blood that was rapidly filling his mouth, and he coughed uncontrollably, pain making everything blurry. He vaguely heard the Keyblade clatter to the floor as his fingers failed, and Xemnas shouting something. It all started to fade away...
The last thing he heard was Antiform's distraught laughter.
You idiot! You used the wrong Keyblade!
And then, finally, silence.
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