Greg: All right everyone this is chapter 3. Hope you all like it!
Brandon: Am I in it?
Greg: -sighs- yes Brandon, you're in it this time…
Brandon: -jumps up and down with joy- YES!!
Greg: Oh!! I've been reading other KH Fanfics and I've noticed that I'm missing a 'disclaimer'. Sooooo, Brandon you'll be doing it from now on!
Brandon: What!! Why me!?!
Greg: Well I'm not putting you in this chapter for nothing. Now hop to it! –Smiles-
Brandon: Fine…
Disclaimer: We do not own Kingdom Hearts or Disney!! We only own some of the characters and some of the worlds.
Brandon: Happy now?
Greg: I was happy to begin with. Now, enough chitchat! Time for chapter 3!!
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Chapter 3: Two Halves Make A Whole
Flashback…
Greg stared out the window, in a slight daze. His classmates around him were working on some worksheets and answering the questions the teacher was asking, but he was lost in thought. It had been almost one week since his encounter with the mysterious person. 'Keybearer of Twilight…' he thought to himself. 'That's what he called me…'
Greg was so lost in thought that he failed to hear the teacher call on him to answer a problem. "Greg Thomas!!" the teacher shouted.
Greg quickly snapped back into reality and looked at the teacher. He saw his classmates staring at him. "Uh… yes ma'am?" he asked.
The teacher stared at him with a worried face. Greg had been starting to daze off everyday in class, and that wasn't normal. "Are you feeling okay? Maybe you should get some water and head to the nurse." She implied. Greg nodded and slowly rose out of his seat and headed out the door.
"Like getting some water would solve my problems." He uttered to himself, as he walked to the water fountains. He leaned forward and got a quick sip, before heading back toward the class. He stopped before the door and a strange feeling washed over his body. He quickly looked around. "Don't tell me he's here again?" he asked himself.
Instead of heading into the class, Greg headed for the gym. As he walked through the halls, the strange feeling began to grow. When he reached the gym, he stopped before the door. "Someone's in here…" he uttered, before pushing the doors open.
To his surprise, no one was inside of the huge room. He walked out into the middle of the room. The strange feeling continued to wash over his body. 'What is this feeling I keep getting?' he thought to himself, taking another look around.
"So, you're the one dubbed 'Keybearer of Twilight'…" a voice uttered, shocking the young teen. It sounded much like a girl's voice. A dark cloud formed in front of him and a figure stepped through it, like it was a portal or something. "Hello, Greg…"
The person was covered in all black and a hood shrouded his face. At first glance, Greg thought it was the man before, but then he noticed that this figure was about his height, where as the man was much taller than him. Also, the voice sounded feminine, so it definitely couldn't be the man from before.
"Who are you?" Greg asked, backing away slowly. He nearly tripped over his feet in doing so.
"Sorry, did I startle you? Some 'Keybearer' you are." The figure said in a cold tone.
"Hey, you'd be startled too if someone appeared out of some dark cloud!" Greg shouted in response.
"Just calm down, okay?" the figure uttered, propping her hands on her hips. Greg took a deep breath, and gave the figure a nod. "So, anyway, you are the 'Keybearer of Twilight', whether you like it or not, okay?" Greg nodded once again. "I'm here to warn you. If you stay here, you'll definitely be in his hands soon."
Greg eyed the figure with confusion. "Whose hands?" he couldn't help but ask. For some strange feeling, he knew whom the figure was talking about.
"Don't worry about that. If I tell you, then you'll only ask more questions, which I don't have time to answer." The figure uttered rather loudly. "Okay, back to what I was saying." Greg could hear the girl take a deep breath and clear her throat, before continuing. "You must know that Twilight dwells in both Light and Darkness, which means that you dwell in the two elements as well. Do you understand?" The figure explained in a softer tone.
"Yeah, I know what the Twilight is. I mean, I've read a dictionary before." Greg smiled, scratching the back of his head. He could hear the figure sighing for a moment.
"This kid is becoming annoying." The figure muttered under her breath.
"You say something?" Greg asked.
"Will you just listen?!" she snapped at him. Greg winced at the sound of her voice. He nodded slowly and closed his mouth, pretending to zip it closed. "Okay, since you're the 'Keybearer of Twilight', in order to reach your full potential, you must be in synch with both your Light and your Darkness, get it?"
"Uh… Yeah, I guess…" he uttered, scratching his head once again.
"Ugh!" the figure sighed again. "Look, just get your butt to the Destiny Islands, okay? You destiny awaits there." She uttered. Greg nodded slowly, still a little confused. He watched as a dark cloud appeared behind the figure, and she turned and began walking into it. He could hear her mumble something like 'This kid is impossible.'
"Hey, I heard that!" he shouted into the cloud.
"Whatever kid! Just get your butt to those islands!" she shouted, as the clouds diminished.
Greg stood where he was, taking in everything the figure had just told him. "Well, she didn't really tell me anything. She just continued calling me the 'Keybearer of Twilight'. Nothing new." He said to himself. "but what's this about synching my Light and Darkness? And this 'destiny' thing?" He threw his hand onto his forehead. "This is all too much…" he mumbled, shaking his head.
As he began getting lost in thought, again, the school bell rang, bringing him back to reality. His eyes widened. "Crap! I forgot all about class!" he shouted, rushing out the gym door. He nearly tripped again, but caught himself by grabbing onto the gym door. 'Why does that keep happening?' he thought to himself, as he ran through the halls.
Flashback End...
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Greg & Tami…
For some strange reason, that girl's words began appearing in Greg's head, as he and Tami sprinted across the field. He glanced back. Tami was growing tired from the running and he could see that she was beginning to slow down. "C'mon Tami, just a little further." He uttered back to her. 'Who am I kidding?' he thought to himself. 'We'll never make it to that city!'
"Greg, I can't keep going." Tami replied. Greg slowed to a stop, allowing her to rest. "I'm sorry." She said, as she leaned over and placed her hands on her knees. She was breathing heavily.
He glanced back at the ocean of black creatures that were approaching them. Then he looked at the city. They were almost a mile away from their destination. He knelt down beside Tami. "Don't worry Tami. I'll try and slow them down. You make your way to the city at your own pace, okay?" he said to her gently.
Her eyes widened as she looked up at him. Her emerald eyes met with his chocolate colored eyes. "But…"
"Don't worry about me." He cut her off. "I'll be fine. Besides, I'm the Keybearer of Twilight, remember?"
"I know, but that's not a title of invincibility. You can't possibly hold them off alone." She argued.
"I can try…" he uttered, as he stood back up. The creatures were now minutes away from reaching them. He looked down at Tami. "Now get a move on. I'll meet you in the city." He reassured her with a smile.
Seeing that his mind was made up, she gave him a nod. "Alright, but you better make it there." She gave him a warm smile in return, and then slowly began jogging toward the city.
Greg watched her until she was at a safe enough distance, and then returned his attention to the ocean of creatures. The creatures were now seconds away from his location.
"I have to make sure she's safe from now on." Greg uttered to himself. He held his right hand out in front of his body. 'Why?' he thought to himself. 'Why do I feel the need to protect her?' He couldn't help but think of her. 'What's with these thoughts? Why am I constantly thinking of Tami all of a sudden?'
The creatures grew even closer, and Greg was still lost in thought. 'Maybe that's what a 'Keybearer' is supposed to do…' he thought to himself. 'To protect others…' As those thoughts crossed his mind, a beam of light shot from his right hand. It temporarily blinded him, and also stopped the creatures in their tracks.
As the light dimmed, Greg could see that he was holding a blade of some sort, a Keyblade. The tip of the blade was white and shaped like half of a star, with five points erecting from it. The fuller was separated into two separate pieces of metal, leading toward the sword's guard. The guard looked like two wings of an angel, which circled down to the pommel of the handle. The grip was located in the middle of the two angel wings. At the very end of the pommel, a small keychain hung. The charm it held was shaped like a yellow, five point star.
Greg blinked in awe at the white sword he held tightly in his hand. It looked unbelievable. But the moment didn't last long, as Greg glanced at the creatures before him. They had stopped their approach, and were now staring at Greg and the Keyblade he held.
Greg glared at the creatures before him. "What do you want from us?" he asked. The creatures didn't reply, but instead, they kept fidgeting. "Hey! I know you can hear me!" Greg growled at the ocean of creatures. There was more than he could count, and he couldn't tell one from the other. "Fine." He uttered to himself, gripping the Keyblade handle tightly. "Just stand there like fools then. It'll make it easier for me." He grinned.
As though the creatures read his mind, they began approaching Greg again. He could hear their claws ripping up the grass and dirt. 'This is it.' He thought to himself, rushing toward the army of shadows.
He leapt into the crowd of creatures, swinging the Keyblade viciously. He managed to hit a few of them, before one of them dug their claws into his back. It didn't seem to faze him, as he just shook it off and stab it. As the battle continued, he noticed that none of the creatures were heading for the town.
'Good, she's safe now…' he thought to himself, thinking of Tami's face. He shook the thought from his mind, when he felt one of the creatures grab his leg. He swung the Keyblade at its head and knocked it off. Ignoring that creature, he spun around and cut down three more. Two of the creatures lunged at him from behind, but somehow, he knew they were coming. He spun around, once again, and cut them down. 'This is going to be easy.' He grinned at the creatures.
Sora…
Sora had left Ravu's house in such a hurry that he forgot to ask where he was. He was aimlessly walking around. Somehow, he ended up back in the thick forest from before. He searched for a way out, but the trees blocked all exits.
"This is just great…" he sulked, sitting down on the ground. He leaned his back against a tree. "Oh Kairi, where are you?" he asked, as if she was going to answer the question. He thought back to the days before they all got separated. Images of his friends appeared in his head. Then it hit him. "The others!" he burst out. "I wonder if… they followed me…" he uttered. A small grin appeared on his face. Of course Riku would have followed him, he thought.
A small black creature appeared, out of then air, in front of Sora. Seeing this, Sora snapped out of his dream. He quickly stood up, and the Keyblade appeared in his hands. "Wha-" he thought. His eyes went back and forth from the Keyblade and the black creature. "What is that?" he asked, trying to back away from it. The tree stopped him from going back any further. He watched as more began to sprout from the ground, behind the previous one. "More of them?"
The creatures' yellow eyes shined, and their black claws dug into the dirt. They made weird, inhuman noises and began fidgeting. Sora gripped his Keyblade tightly. "I guess this thing is good for something." He said to himself, as he slammed it into one of the creatures' head. The creature flew into several others. This action caused them to approach the young 'Keybearer of Light'. "Maybe… I shouldn't have done that…" Sora uttered to himself, preparing himself for their attack.
Just as the black creatures were about to attack Sora, a figure appeared before the young Keybearer. At a closer glance, Sora could see the figure's face. It was Ravu, but her clothes were different. Instead of her long, pink dress and red flip flops, she wore small, skin-tight shorts, a tight, white sleeveless shirt, with some sort of black boots on her feet. Around her waist was a small, black belt with a small pouch attached to it. Not only were her clothes different, but also her hair was tied into a ponytail. Strands of her blue hair covered parts of the left side of her face, so her left eye was barely visible.
"Ravu!?!" Sora shouted in shock. She glanced back at Sora and grinned, as a black and red Keyblade appeared in her hands. The blade was a dark black color, with five red colored spikes erecting in different directions near the tip. The grip was colored black, wrapped in red tape or bandages. Unlike Sora's quillian on the hilt of his Keyblade, Ravu's quillian began at the pommel and ascended upward toward the tang, or end of the blade. Descending from the pommel, or end of the hilt, was a black and red keychain, which held the charm of two stars, one red, and the other black.
"Sorry, I should have told you about the Heartless…" she uttered, bringing her Keyblade before her. She readied herself for battle. "You're pretty new at this, so just back me up, okay?" she asked, lunging at the Heartless.
"The…Heartless?" Sora mumbled, as he watched Ravu attack the fidgeting black creatures.
"Hey, Sora!! A little help!" Ravu shouted to him. Sora shook his head, snapping himself out of his trance. He gave her a slight nod, and joined her in the battle.
Riku…
Somewhere, deep within the city, Riku and Mickey were resting. To Riku, leaping from building to building wasn't his ordinary way getting around. They had finally outrun the Heartless and were now taking refuge in one of the old abandoned buildings. Mickey showed Riku how to diminish his Keyblade, so that the Heartless wouldn't find them as easily.
"What are the Heartless? And where do they come from?" Riku asked the small mouse, while looking out the foggy window. He had noticed it had started to rain, making the city even more eerie. He looked back at the mouse, which was preparing to speak.
"The Heartless?" Mickey cleared his throat. "The Heartless, creatures of the darkness created when a being succumbs to the darkness in their hearts, appear out of nowhere. Their origin and purpose are surrounded in mystery." He explained.
"Out of nowhere?" Riku restated. "That's not telling me anything! They attacked my home, along with those armored guys!" Riku's anger was getting the best of him. He needed information, and this mouse was giving it to him.
"The Heartless casts worlds into darkness, stealing away people's hearts. If they appeared on your home planet, then the Heartless were after you, the Keyblade Master." Mickey implied.
"The Keyblade?" Riku thought. "That man kept calling us Keybearers. My friend, Sora, had a 'Keyblade' too, if that's what you call them."
"Your friend, Sora?" Mickey uttered to himself.
"Tell me, what is the Keyblade?" Riku asked.
"So, this Sora is also a Keyblade Master?" Mickey asks himself. "We have to find your friend…"
"That's why I'm here. I have to find both of them." Riku uttered, turning his head toward the window again. "My friend, Kairi. She was taken by those armored figures that appeared last night during the invasion of those 'Heartless'."
"Armored figures? What armored figures?" Mickey asked in reply. He sounded a bit curious.
"I don't know who they are, but they wore armor that was colored different shades of tan."
"Interesting…"
"What?" Riku asked, turning his head back toward the mouse.
"Nothing." Mickey simply replied. He walked over toward the door. "Come on. We have to leave."
"Leave?" Riku asked. "Where are we going?"
"We have to find your friends." Mickey replied, opening the door. "And those armored figures…" he thought to himself.
"Alright…" Riku replied, following the mouse out the door.
Kairi…
Kairi sat in a small room, alone. Near the door was an armor figure, which stood there, watching her. She was in the back of one of their ships. She didn't see much before being put on the ship, so she couldn't make out her location. But it didn't matter, because she heard the armored figures talking about 'flying through space' or something like that.
Strands of her crimson hair fell in front of her face. She tilted her head, trying to move it away. She even tried to blow upward as to move it, but it didn't work. It was hard trying to move the strands from her face, with her hands handcuffed.
"Fine…" he pouted, as she gave up trying to move the strands. But her mood quickly changed, as thoughts of friends passed through her head. "Will I… ever see them again?" she asked herself.
"Hey, keep it down over there." The armored figure shouted.
As told, Kairi closed her mouth. She had a feeling that the armored figure was glaring at her, but she couldn't tell because the figure's face was hidden.
The opening of the door, next to the figure, caught Kairi's attention. As the door fully opened, Colonel Bridges stepped into the room. She gave Kairi a quick glare, and then turned towards the armored figure.
"How is our little guest, private?" she asked the figure.
"Co-Colonel Bridges!" shouted the figure, in surprise. "I thought you were still at Section 5!?"
"No, I decided to tag along. Now, how is she? Any outbursts?" she asked.
"No ma'am!" the figure saluted her. "Everything is under control!"
"Good, good." The Colonel glanced back to Kairi. "Make sure it stays that way…" she uttered before leaving the room.
"She looks so much like…" Kairi began, before the figure demanded her to keep quiet.
Brandon…
Everything seemed to go back to normal on the islands. None of the other islanders seemed to remember the strange black creatures, or the armored figures for that matter. It was hard to believe Brandon and the others when the islanders didn't witness it themselves. Life went back to normal, except for the fact that Sora and the others were still missing.
Brandon sat alone at a table, in the Ice Cream Parlor. He wanted so bad to go and help Greg, but what could he do? Greg had told him that he had a feeling that he had to follow, where as Brandon had a feeling to stay here. Also, Brandon couldn't help but think of Tami's last move. Why would she want to leave? All these thoughts and feelings plagued his mind.
"Oh my god!! How do they eat this?" Brandon asked, as he finished licking the Sea Salt ice cream. "It's so salty…. yet sweet." he smiled, and licked it again. He continued to eat the ice cream, trying to get him mind off of what had just happened hours ago. "It's no use…" he uttered to himself. "I should have went with them…"
"As much as I would have liked that," Selphie uttered, as she sat down beside him. "I have to disagree with you."
Brandon glanced over at her and then looked out the window. "Why?"
"Because you belong here now. If you would have went with Greg and Tami, you might not come back…" Selphie looked down at the table.
"They'll be back… All of them…" Brandon uttered, licking his ice cream.
"What makes you so sure?" Selphie asked, glancing over to him.
"I just know…" Brandon replied.
She smiled and took the ice cream from him. "Thank you."
Brandon turned to say something, but she was already running out the door. "What's her problem!?" he shouted, running after her.
The Armored Figures Base…
"So, you're telling me that the 'Keybearers' of legend are upon us?" a man asked. His face was not visible to the eye, due to him sitting in the shadows of the small room. Three other figures were also in the room. Two were females, while the other was a old male. One of the females consisted of long, red hair and wore the elite uniform of their organization. The other had medium length blonde hair, and also wore the same elite uniform. The male had short, gray hair. He was shorter than the other two and wore the male version of the elite uniform. Attached to his side, was a sheathed Japanese sword.
"Yes sir." Replied the redhead. "That is what Brigadier General Blazer reported to me." She watched as the old man chuckled. "What's so funny, Han?" she growled, giving him a glare.
"General Blazer, your brother, Fanix, makes up so many lies. I'm surprised you believe him." The old man chuckled.
"Well, his report is correct. We have the Princess in our possession." The redhead, dubbed General Blazer, replied.
"Is that so?" the blonde woman asked, finally breaking her streak of silence.
"That's right. I've seen Kairi myself." General Blazer replied, sounded as if she had done something amazing.
"And the report stated that the 'Keybearers' cared for this girl?" the man, still hidden by the shadows, asked. The three figures before him nodded their heads. They could hear the Superior officer chuckling to himself. "Then the Keyblade wielders will come looking for us. Brigadier General Blake, find out more about these wielders of the Keyblade and report back to me."
The blonde, seemingly titled Brigadier General Blake, saluted the shrouded figure. "Yes sir, I'll do my best!" she shouted. She turned and headed for the door.
"Where do you think you're going, Nuciear?" asked General Blazer. Brigadier General Blake turned and glanced back at the redhead and then at the hidden figure. Her face seemed to be looking for permission to leave the room. She sensed that the figure gave her a nod and glanced back at the redhead.
"I have a mission to complete, Tiki, unlike yourself." Brigadier General Blake turned and headed out the door. Before the door closed, she could be heard mumbling something like 'Tiki you lazy bum'
"Ugh, one of these days…" Tiki growled, balling up her fist toward the door.
"Calm yourself, General Blazer." The shrouded figure uttered. Tiki lowered her fist and turned toward her Superior, giving the figure a nod. "Now, Tiki, I need you to get some information from General Robert, regarding the appearance of another Keyblade wielder."
"I'll get right to it, sir!" she saluted.
The Superior nodded and Tiki headed out the door, leaving only the old man, who had sat quietly throughout the whole ordeal. "Now, General Ching, my spies report that the King of Disney Castle has mysteriously disappeared, is that true?"
"Yes sir! He vanished days ago." General Han Ching replied.
"I need you to find out where he's hiding and dispose of him, understand?" General Ching saluted his Superior and nodded his head. "Alright, you may go." Han Ching nodded his head and headed out the door, but was rather slow doing it. "There should only be three wielders of the Keyblade… whose the fourth?" the man uttered to himself, as he leaned back in his chair. "It does not matter. Everything will fall into place once he is in my possession." The man chuckled to himself.
Greg…
The battle against the ocean of black creatures was still raging on, even after an hour. Greg seemed to be getting nowhere, because the ocean of creatures seemed endless. To him, all he was doing was moving away, trying not to get hit, and swinging the white Keyblade around, known as the Amulet of Promise or the Oathkeeper. The only thing keeping him from dying was luck, not skill.
He jumped back, hoping to avoid some of the black creatures. "How many….of these things…are there?" he asked himself. He could feel his arms growing heavy, and he could feel the pain emerging from his wounds. "Maybe…this wasn't such….a good idea." He uttered between breaths. The creatures continued to attack him, and he continued to swing the Keyblade aimlessly.
"This isn't working!" he yelled, as he knelt down. He could barely move and his body ached so badly. Not only that, but his vision was beginning to blur and he felt that he could no longer hold his consciousness. "No," he uttered, shaking his head, attempting to clear his eyesight. "I have to keep fighting…" He tried to force his body to move, but he couldn't. If it weren't for the Keyblade holding him up, he would have collapsed moments ago. He watched as the yellow-eyed creatures slowly approached him. His vision was so blurry, that it looked as if he was about to be swallowed by an ocean of Darkness. "I have to get up…" he thought. "I have to find them… all of them…"
As those thoughts echoed in his head, the Keyblade began to pulsate. Its pulse was strong, but he could barely feel it. Somehow, it was mimicking his heart. "Is this thing connected to me, or something?" As the pulse became even stronger, the Keyblade began to glow, which stopped the approaching creatures. Greg watched, as the light seemed to scare off the creatures. Before he knew it, the light itself blinded him, but during that short time of blindness, he fell unconscious.
"Where…am I?" Greg asked, looking around the grayish colored area. The area consisted of nothing, nothing at all. Not a sky, not land, nothing. He wasn't even sure if he was there or not. But he proved himself wrong when he stared down at his body. His clothes were all white, which shocked him in the very least. "And who changed my clothes?"
"Calm down." A voice echoed through the area of nothingness. An image of himself appeared before Greg. But the image was different. His clothes were all black, instead of white.
"Who are you?" Greg asked, feeling like he asked a dumb question.
"I'm you, but in a darker form." The darker version replied, crossing his arms. "So you're the representation of my light?" he asked, scanning the white clothed Greg. "Not much, but you'll do."
"And you're my darkness, uh…" Greg uttered.
"Call me Tony. I can see that they resemblance confuses you, Greg." The darker form uttered. "And yes, I am your darkness."
Greg looked around the area, which he seemed to be floating in. "Where are we?"
"This is just a small place in your mind that we can chat in." Tony replied, taking a glance around the room as well. He glanced back at Greg. "Alright, let's get this straight. You're a weakling, got it?"
Hearing that remark, Greg glared over a Tony. "I'm not a weakling!" he shouted in retort.
"Yeah, you are. The only reason why you lived through that battle is because I lent you some of my power. Without me, you would have died long ago." Tony grinned. He could feel Greg's anger building. "In order to unlock your full potential, and the full potential of your Keyblade, you have to be at an equal level with me, which you're not."
"Oh yeah?" Greg uttered, as the Amulet of Promise appeared in his right hand.
"So, you want to find out if I'm correct?" Tony waved his hand through the air. Suddenly, Greg could feel solid ground beneath his feet, but it still looked like nothing was there. "I'll show you exactly what level I'm on." Tony uttered, as a black Keyblade appeared in his right hand.
At the tip of the Keyblade was the 'key part' of the weapon, which was black. The blade of the Keyblade was also black, with a design running down the middle. The guard of the black Keyblade was made out to be two demonic wings, which curved to attach to the pommel. In the middle of the guard was a purple gem. The grip of the Keyblade was colored dark silver. At the end of the pommel, a black keychain dangled downward. The charm attached to the Keyblade was a black crown looking charm.
"I'm guessing, since you're me, you're also a Keybearer." Greg uttered, as he entered a fight position.
"Yep, that's right." Tony uttered, entering the same position. "Now, show me that you're on my level. Better yet, go beyond that and my Memories Past Keyblade is yours." He grinned.
"Fine! You asked for it!" Greg shouted, as he moved forward, toward his other half. Easily predicting Greg's move, Tony evaded the attack and slammed his Keyblade into his half's stomach. Greg shook off the blow and lunged at Tony again, this time bringing his Amulet of Promise Keyblade downward, hoping that Tony wouldn't block it. Bringing his Memories Past Keyblade, or Oblivion Keyblade, as it is also known, upward, Tony blocks the attack easily. Greg feels something push onto his stomach, and he flies back onto the solid surface as a result.
"Come on! Get up!" Tony shouted, as he slowly approached his other half.
Greg struggled, but managed to get to his feet, just in time to block Tony's attack. Greg forces his darker half back, and lunges at him. Tony dodge rolls and then swings his Keyblade at Greg's side. Somehow, Greg had managed to dodge that attack, and then lunged at Tony again. As predicted, Greg's attack was blocked, which led to the two of them pressing their blades against each other.
"You're not half bad, I'll give you that." Tony uttered, breaking the stalemate. He leaps back, avoiding Greg's next attack. "You're good at handling you Amulet of Promise Keyblade, despite having no swordsman skills whatsoever."
"You think so?" Said Greg, who was dashing toward his other half, with his Keyblade drawn. With the flick of Tony's wrist, Greg's Keyblade vanished. "What? Where'd it go?"
"Yet you can't control the Keyblade at will…" Tony uttered, as his Keyblade diminished. "You must understand that your Keyblade will come to you when you want it to. It is part of you." Tony noticed the confused look on Greg's face. "Think of it as an attachment to your Heart." Greg replied with a slight nod. "Anyway, it's about time you left here, for now."
"Leave? How I get here?" Greg asked.
Tony placed his head in his hand. "This is a dream, you idiot." He glanced up at his other self. "But this is very real, so don't get it confused with your other dreams." A grin appeared on his face. "Whenever you feel alone, remember that I'm here."
Greg could feel his feet slowly rising off of the solid he was standing on. "I guess I'm off then." Greg grinned, as he floated away from his other half. "I'll be back to beat you real soon!" He could hear Tony chuckling to himself.
"Yeah, will see about that." Tony replied, as his light became barely visible. "And do me a favor! Stop thinking about that girl so much!" he grinned. He knew Greg was probably blushing now.
Tami…
Tami sat beside the bed, in which Greg was fast asleep. She had returned to the field, with someone she had met in the town surrounding the castle, and had found Greg unconscious. Having brought him back to one of the Inn's, so he can rest, she quickly bandaged him up. She had been so worried, but now that he was all right, and she could relax.
"Please wake up…" she whispered to him. The sound of a door opening entered her ears. She quickly turned to see who was coming in. It was a young girl, around the age of twelve, who stood about 5'0, who had long, black hair and dark brown eyes. She wore a tan, short-sleeved shirt, brown pants, and black shoes. The right leg of her pants was ripped completely off. On her right leg she has knee armor covering her knee. One her arms were a pair of tan colored gauntlets, and on her back was steel shield.
"Is he away yet?" the twelve year old girl asked, as he walked over to the bed. She stared down into Greg's face, which consisted of a bandage on his left cheek. "He looks vaguely familiar…" she thought to herself.
"No," Tami shook her head. "He's still asleep…"
"I'm sorry this happened to your boyfriend Tami…" the girl replied.
Tami's eyes widened. "He's not my boyfriend, Rebecca!" she shouted.
The black haired girl, Rebecca, rubbed the side of her head. "Oh, sorry about that…" she chuckled. It was then that she noticed Greg's eyes twitch. "Hey, I think he's waking up." She blinked.
Tami turned her head back at Greg, and looked at him. She could see twitching in his eyes, as if he was trying to wake up. After about a second or two, his eyes slowly opened. He blinked a few times, before looking around the room, and then at Tami and Rebecca.
"Good morning." He smiled, as he looked into Tami's eyes. "I'm glad you're safe."
Tami smiled back, sweetly. She could feel her eyes getting teary, and she didn't know why. He was just some boy that she had met almost one day ago, and yet, she was crying for him. "It's all thanks you…" she uttered softly.
Again, Greg smiled. His eyes traveled to the girl next to Tami. "I'm guessing you're the one who help Tami?" he asked.
Rebecca smiled. "Yep, that's me!" she uttered. She then made a silly pose. "I'm the Famous Rebecca Thomas!" she shouted.
"You're a Thomas too, eh?" Greg asked, raising an eyebrow.
"What? Your last name is Thomas?" she asked. Greg gave her a nod. "That is so cool!" she shouted.
"Yeah…" Greg uttered, as he leaned up. He winced in pain, as he stretched his sore muscles. "So, how about some food? I'm pretty worn out from that battle."
"Food?" Rebecca restated. "Oh, I know just the place. I'll be back in a flash!" she smiled, running out the door.
"Did you meet her at the candy store or something?" Greg asked, looking over at Tami.
Tami smiled and gave a small giggle. "Yeah, I believe I did."
Sora…
Ravu and Sora made quick work of the Heartless, and were now one their way to who-knows-where. Ravu had explained what a Heartless was to him, and said that they originate from the darkness in people's hearts. She also explained that a Keybearer is summoned to defeat the darkness, which is why they both have Keyblades. The conversation had gotten too boring for Sora, so he began ignoring her.
Ravu had decided to tag along on Sora's journey in order to help defeat the Darkness, because she is Keyblade wielder. Sora began to wonder how Ravu had gotten so good, and she replied "I've been fighting with the Keyblade for awhile now." That was the last time they talked, until they reached an Inn
"Alright Sora, we'll be staying here for tonight." Ravu implied, pointing at the Inn. She looked up at the sky. It was filled with a different array of warm colors, which only meant that nighttime was just around the corner.
"Yeah, it's fine by me." Sora replied, as he walked up to the door. Ravu followed him inside. Once inside, they paid for separate room and went in for the night.
Brandon…
The sun was finally setting on Destiny Islands. Brandon sat at the docks, along with Selphie, who had hung with him the whole day. His hazel eyes looked out at the horizon, hoping to see Greg and the others swimming back to shore, but nothing happened. He watched the water sparkle as the sun's rays shined upon it.
"It's beautiful…" he heard Selphie say. He looked over to her, and she smiled at him. "I know what you're thinking…" her eyes returned to the horizon. "They'll be fine, Brandon. You worry more than my mother." She giggled.
"Ha, ha, HA!" Brandon forced a laugh. He looked down at the water again. "I just want to help… that's all…" he uttered, as he watch little fish swim around below the surface of the water.
"We all do, Brandon. And we'll find a way to do that…" Selphie replied, as she glanced at him. "My heart tells me that we'll see them again, sooner than expected…"
Brandon smiled and looked at her. "It's getting late…" he stood up and outstretched his hand toward her. "Come on, I'll take you home."
Selphie frowned and took his hand. "Since when are you a gentleman?" she asked sarcastically.
"There's a first for everything, you know." He chuckled, as the walked toward Selphie's home.
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Greg: Wow, how'd you guys like that!? Awesome, huh? -laughs- Okay, so could you guys get a good description of the Keyblades in your minds? I wasn't that good at describing them anyway. And yes, I put the Famous Rebecca in!! Isn't she just awesome!
Brandon: Uh, no! She's not awesome!! She's freaking twelve!!
Greg: Brandon… I wouldn't have said that if I were you…
Brandon: Why?
Rebecca: -Throws her shield and watches it make contact with Brandon's head- You've got some mouth!!
Brandon: -Rubs the back of his head- Hey, what was that for?!
Rebecca: -smiles- My hand slipped, sorry.
Greg: Right… Okay, so please read it!
Brandon: Enjoy it!
Rebecca: -waits for Rebecca's line- What am I supposed to say?!
Greg: -sighs- Please, just review everyone!
Rebecca: Was I supposed to say, "Review it" or something?
Brandon: Yes, you were supposed to say that…
Rebecca: Oh!! Review it!! Haha!!
Greg: -sighs-