I bet you all thought that I had forgotten about this story and that I wasn't going to write another chapter. But I DID! And I amazed myself in doing so after so long (does little happy dance). I guess the new season of Avatar inspired me to keep writing… Anyway here is the long awaited 3rd chapter of The Chains That Bind Us! Yeah, I know, I'm a dork…
Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own Avatar or Kingdom Hearts, because if I did angry mobs of fans would be sending me hate mail and be knocking down my door because new episodes/games would only come out every couple years.
Chapter 3Aang sat there edged against the wall, terrified. The strange kid in black was the only thing between him and the creatures. Aang's heart sped up and he again found himself trembling. He gripped his staff so tight it hurt. The boy shifted in his stance.
'This is the end,' he thought. How could this boy fight off all the creatures, when Aang himself, the Avatar, could barely protect himself against them. 'We're finished.'
The creatures jumped and Aang's life flashed before his eyes. Just as he got to the part where he met Appa his reminiscing was interrupted by a slash of bright light. With a swift cut of his blade the boy in black killed three monsters, in mid air. More creatures with wings appeared in the air, and the boy jumped. Without ever touching the ground the boy defeated every one.
Aang stared, stupefied, as the boy gracefully landed. He had beaten all of them without getting hurt, with just a few slashes, without even breaking a sweat. Aang tried to say something but all that came out of his mouth was useless ramblings.
The kid in black turned around and Aang had a full view of his face. He looked happy and confident. There was not a feature on his face that made him look like a warrior. He seemed too nice.
'Of course,' Aang thought, 'that must be what others think about me.'
The boy sprang forward and grabbed Aang's arm, pulling him to his feet. "Come with me," he said quickly.
"Wha—," Aang blubbered. "But I, you! I mean…uh, okay—" And with that 'okay' the boy sprinted off, dragging Aang behind him.
He led Aang down some stairs to their right and made a sharp hairpin turn to the left, at the bottom step. He was running through a small area and towards a door with a flame symbol on it. As they were about to reach the small corridor that led to the door the boy picked up his pace. As soon as Aang started to catch up to him, he felt himself hitting something and being thrown back. He rolled across the ground and came to a stop in the middle of the square. Aang sat up and saw the boy sitting up, rubbing his head, not far from him.
"What happened?" Aang asked, clearly confused.
The boy stood up and walked over to the entrance of the corridor. "It's a barrier," he said. He lightly tapped the air in front of him and a ripple of light radiated from the spot, extending towards the walls. Aang's eyes widened. The boy continued, "I was hoping we could get through before they caught on."
Aang didn't like the sound of that. "Before who caught on? What's going on?"
The boy turned towards Aang… he wasn't smiling anymore. He looked worried. "More are going to come. Here. Any minute from now, and we have nowhere to run."
"More what? Those creatures you fought?" Aang asked, now worried also. "But you beat them easily before! Can't you do it again?"
The boy gave a long sigh. "Every time I come through here, this happens. And every time, more and more Heartless shows up. It's like they're trying to keep me away from here." The last sentence he whispered to himself, but Aang heard him anyway. The boy stood there thinking for a moment, but then snapped out of his trance and continued, "I've been fighting a lot lately, and I don't know if I can handle anymore Heartless."
Aang sat in his spot on the ground, where he was to confused to move from. He lowered his head and his eyes drifted to his hand, where he held his…
"My staff!" he exclaimed so loudly, he made the boy jump. He jumped up from the ground using his airbending, with a triumphed expression on his face. "I can use my glider to fly us out of here!" he exclaimed, as he extending the wings on his staff.
"I hate to burst your bubble," the boy said amused. "But that won't work."
"What?" Aang said, raising an eyebrow. "You don't believe I can fly?"
"No, it's not that. It's just—"
Aang positioned his glider against his back and pushed off the ground. As he ascended higher, he noticed that the kid was clearly not impressed. He stood far below with his arms crossed and a smug expression plastered across his face.
'Pff,' Aang thought. 'This ought to impress him.'
Aang took a sharp incline to set up for a loop he was going to perform. As he reached to about where the rooftops were he hit something and dropped his glider. He fell towards the ground, but managed to make an air cushion before he crashed. He turned and saw the boy was holding his staff.
"Caught it before it hit the ground," he said handing the staff to Aang.
"Thanks," Aang said solemnly, taking back his staff. "You were right. There's no way out."
"Well," the boy said, regaining his cheery disposition. "There is one way." Aang looked at the stranger quizzically. "I need to fight and beat them all. But I will need some help." A wide grin spread across his face. "You look like the hero type to me."
The boy extended his hand. Aang looked worried at first, but then the same wide grin appeared on his face. He took the boy's hand and shook it.
"By the way, my name's Sora."
Well there it is. Hope it wasn't to much of a disappointment. The next chapter is in the works and should be up soon.