The Uprising
Sorry for the short delay… It was a hectic week… But I'm back now and ready to continue The Uprising! If you can recall, shortly after Namine and Kairi's Awakening (in which they both learned to wield the keyblade), the latter was captured by Xigbar on Destiny Islands for his own devious purposes which are at this point unknown to you.
Sheesh, these characters have a lot of trust issues.
Um, I'm modifying Aros's appearance again… I know, I should just settle on a permanent design, but I want to make him perfect! In addition to the black hair that I just added, now imagine him with a silver crown like the one in KH2 Final Mix and glowing dark red lines moving up the side of his neck. I don't quite know how to explain it, but if you've seen Iron Man 2, it's just like the virus rash thingy spreading about Tony Stark's body throughout the movie… Oh, and he's quite a bit paler than Sora was. I'm just trying to differentiate from Sora's original appearance so it's clear that Aros is made up of all three (Sora, Roxas, and Xion) of their bodies, minds, and hearts.
Anywho, on with the story! That probably just ruined the dark mood I've been going for… Oh and remember not to steal my ideas and that Kingdom Hearts belongs to Square Enix.
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44 stood apprehensively in the Proof of Existence, now decorated with Marluxia's staple barbed vines, attempting to locate the portal that had once belonged to the Nobody Xaldin. Having not been a member of the Organization himself, the replica struggled his way through reading the battered plaques that had once denoted the ownership of the keyhold-shaped portals. At last 44 came to rest at one of the topmost gateways, its shattered dead tablet having a word that made out to be "wind" engraved in its surface. Meticulously, he picked up the shattered remnants of the threshold, piecing them back together with a layer of slow-melting ice. After a few moments of work, the doorway was operational, glowing a functional red. A clang resounded from far above 44, who cringed at the sound before ducking through the portal, bringing his black scientist's bag with him.
Like most of the Organization's domains, the Whirlwind Lancer's was rather plain: a few pieces of furniture neatly assorted around the space that could be quickly cleared if a battle was to take place in their bedroom. Not even a Nobody could be completely tidy however, and that was what 44 was counting on. Silently, the replica opened his bag, pulling out a thick-rimmed pair of glasses and sliding them over his shockingly green eyes. It's a shame Vexen didn't have perfect vision; otherwise his replicas would be graced with faultless sight as well. No matter, not much longer until I'll absorb someone with truly flawless senses. 44 was suddenly hit with a wave of voices ringing through his head, the thoughts of those he assimilated into himself. Pulling off his spectacles, the copy grasped his cranium in pain, his mind reeling. He stumbled, landing mostly on the bed. The replica gritted his teeth, trying to push the thoughts of his victims away until the tones of suffering finally subsided.
That's when he located his target.
Climbing up to eye-level with the bed, 44 shoved his glasses back onto his face and spied a long dark hair curling along the sheets. Scrambling through his leather case, the facsimile pulled out a pair of tweezers and a plastic vial. Cautiously, he grasped the lock with his metal prongs and placed it in the slender flask, corking it and securing the vial in a special pouch next to similar containers, each holding a different colored hair. After rearranging his tools and stolen data from the Organization library and computer room, 44 left the area, destroying the portal on the way out.
He had found what he came for.
High above the replica's scheming, Namine woke silently atop the Altar of Naught, still bound to the glass enclosure holding Xemnas and tightly gagged. She quickly found her bearings and, as quietly as possible, writhed and struggled, wincing as the barbs drew crimson drops of blood from her arms and legs until her face was lined up with a particularly sharp thorn. Carefully, she moved her head up and down, vigilantly sawing through the muffling strip of fabric before it fell to the ground in a heap of tattered cloth. Through half-squinting eyes, she witnessed a being similar in appearance to Sora shoot two beams of energy out of his keyblades and into Kingdom Hearts. Now wide awake, the witch gasped involuntarily as the heart-shaped moon released a sonic burst of energy that spread across the land. A warm sensation passed through Namine as its aura heightened her powers. For a brief terrifying moment, the Nobody felt an intense addiction to the glow, releasing a soft whimper as it seeped into the glass behind her.
Shaking off the intoxicating sensation, Namine closed her eyes, focusing on the power she had recently acquired. She effortlessly summoned her ivory keyblade and cross-slashed through the briars that barred her way. The vines momentarily paused in the air before morphing into dark chains that re-linked themselves to the stasis prison, although this time without the special Nobody in their clutches. Every traitor spun in her direction except for Aros, whose belted gaze was transfixed by the moon held firmly in the starless heavens. Larxene and Marxluxia scornfully summoned their weapons as their former minion stepped forward, an unmatchable determination burning brightly in her eyes. "You will undo whatever you have done to them!" The witch raised her Keyblade with her dominant right hand, blood dripping down her taught arm while her neighboring limb clutched a length of shackles that snaked up to her pale shoulder. The Savage Nymph scoffed at the girl. "Looks like the brat managed to get her hands on a key. Too bad she won't live long enough to make worthwhile use of it." Marluxia's scowl suddenly became a foreboding smirk as he lowered his elemental scythe and turned to his three-person marionette, who was still paying no attention to the situation unfolding. "Aros," The assassin commanded. "Your first task at hand is to eradicate this wench. Leave no trace of her pitiful existence!" Mechanically, the puppet turned to face his target, taking on an expressionless battle stance. Demyx bit his lip and backed to the edge of the arena, vapor rising up from his feet as he summoned his sitar in self defense, holding it vertically between himself and the upcoming duel. All present stood apprehensively and motionless as the two keybearers took the center of the ring.
Simultaneously, they both sprang into battle.
Aros brought his dark keyblade down heavily onto the witch's head, only to be blocked by Namine's own weapon. As the two bludgeons were locked together in a power struggle, the puppet swung his mirrored Ultima of Light at his opponent's collarbone. Thinking quickly, Namine brought her chain down like a whip, wrapping around the shaft of his weapon and changing its course. The two continued attacking and parrying each other's assailments before Aros dodged the girl's metal flog and kicked her squarely in the chest, sending Namine to the hard gray floor. She held her keyblade out horizontally to block the twilight-wielder's Ultimas, keeping the weapons locked onto hers. "Sora!" She cried, trying to contact whoever could surface from the trinity. "Roxas! Xion! I know you're not gone… Not yet. I won't let Marluxia do this. I can't. Hear me!" Aros's expression momentarily changed to faint recognition before reverting to his cold stony appearance. This brief glimmer of identification was enough to fill Namine with hope, giving her the strength to swing her shackles wildly, making contact with the side of the creature's head.
Aros grasped his skull in pain, giving his opponent another chance to attack. Namine leapt to her feet and expertly focused her control of her dark powers. Shadowy purple chains sprung to life around the trinity form, binding together his keyblades and arms. Aros overcame his surprise quickly and aimed his still fastened weapons at the girl, sending out devastating beams of light and darkness that blasted the Nobody into the center of Marluxia's machine. In an explosion of power, the marionette shattered the chains around his limbs, sending links scattered about the arena. An ethereal glow surrounded each of the slabs lining the floor as Aros raised his white-gloved arm, elevating them above the platform. With a flick of the puppet's arm, each metal disk spun violently in the air before crashing into Namine's fallen form. At the last second, the girl raised a weak shield around her before impact, at which point her figure was enveloped by dust.
The Graceful Assassin clapped slowly and laughed as his newest minion strode towards the mutilated, but still living body of his victim, now visible as the obscuration cleared. Namine was now bleeding from multiple sections of her body including her mouth, but her breathing, although erratic, was still evident. When Aros reached her, he raised his Ultima weapons to deliver the fatal blow, only to be interrupted by a blood-chilling scream. All heads turned to the Corridor of Darkness that opened at the edge of the Altar, from whence Kairi, now clad in a short pink dress covered in zippers, ran. She slid between Aros and his prey, cradling Namine's unconscious body in her arms. Following the princess was Xigbar, confidently entering the area.
"What, no 'welcome home?'"
Without missing a beat, Larxene disappeared in a flash of lightning, only to reappear behind the Freeshooter, her knives digging into his neck. "Relax." He said, teleporting out from her clutches and to the opposite end of the Altar. "I'm here with a peace offering." He gestured at Kairi, who was binding Namine's wounds with the fallen gags surrounding her. "Like I'd want to stick around with that psychopath Zexion? As if." Marluxia glanced at the two girls before him and waved his gloved hand, summoning a translucent pink force field around them. Kairi spun around and, realizing her folly, raised her arms to send blasts of light into the spherical prison wall with no success. The Graceful Assassin turned away from his captives and towards the one eyed Nobody before him.
"The new Organization accepts your offering. Welcome to the revolution, Xigbar."
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I know that was shorter than my more recent chapters but that's because I haven't posted in a while and there's going to be a part two to this very section! Stay tuned for it!
Special thanks to Kyle Landry, whose YouTube piano covers inspired me while I wrote this. Look him up! He's extremely talented.