Hey guys! Did you all like the plot twist from last chapter? If you didn't, I will be sad. Just kidding!
Shoutout time!
TWI1IGHTMA3TER: I know, writing about Terra was fun! But I'm going to explain One's relationship soon! As I wanted to put this chapter in first. :)
TerraKH: I didn't know that. But I'm glad that you didn't expect it! That's what I was wanting!:)
1mNobody: Thank you so much! Do you think I should do romantic one shots? :)
xXellesmeraXx: I know! Terra's just that awesome! And I can't wait until you post your new chapters!
Fluoricia: I understand about login! That's why I couldn't get this posted yesterday! Anyway, One isn't really a grandma. She's like Edward from Twilight (Sorry if you hate Twilight!) she's just been that age for a while. Same with Xehanort, but I will explain that later.
Anyway! Please welcome chapter 15
Sora-Xehanort didn't know what was wrong with his cousin. They had been fighting for hours, but she wasn't focused on the battle at all. He still couldn't land a hit on her, but neither was One hitting him all that hard.
At last he put an end to it.
"One, what's up with you? Normally I would be on the floor, but I'm still standing. What's the matter?"
One wouldn't meet his eyes. Frustration coursed through him, giving his tired body a new energy.
"One! Are you deaf? Answer me!"
She then decided to look up, an unreadable feeling on her face. One started to turn around and walk away. That was when Sora-Xehanort grabbed her arm.
"I'm tired of you ignoring me when I ask about you! You're not the only person in the universe and you don't have to be a rock!"
One's entire body stiffened. He had finally done the impossible. Sora-Xehanort had gotten under One's skin. And One doesn't like it.
She pulled her arm away and looked up to him, her eyes burning.
"You don't have any idea what I'm going through right now."
But then she held her hand out to a training dummy next to him and spoke under her breath.
Suddenly, the doll staggered away from the side wall towards the two relatives, looking like a puppet on strings.
Sora-Xehanort looked at One with astonished eyes. She flashed such a quick smile, he wasn't sure if he truly saw it at all.
"This is to make sure you don't get behind. And so you won't miss me."
"You're going somewhere?"
"Yes and before you ask, no you can't come. It's too private."
Then she nodded to the doll as she disappeared into a Portal Of Darkness. Before he could try to follow her, the puppet started to attack just like a heartless, a tough one at that.
Great to know she still has a sense of humor. Sora-Xehanort thought with sarcasm as he was whacked repeatedly with wood claws.
Master Xehanort painfully went up the numerous staircases of Castle to the top room where Kairi was being kept. He had to get up there before he was seen by the other members of the Organization.
As he made his way up, he noticed the pure white walls. They unsettled him, as white was the symbol of purity and innocence. Anything here was the exact opposite. This was the reason he chose black coats for the Organization. They weren't the pure white innocence; they were the dark maniacal black coats.
His chest then started to pound with a pain once again. Wheezing, he fell to one knee, trying to keep the screams he wanted to utter so badly under control.
His heart was hurting so badly.
But which heart? Xehanort wondered to himself. Which person? Which pulse? What side?
He clutched the locket his love had given him for strength and with a burst of energy, continued upwards. He was shivering, as what he was about to do might send him to the darkness forever.
Fear then made its way through his old body. He had spent years and years in the torturous darkness, with no way out of it. Xehanort desperately wanted to let light back into his heart. This might be his last chance to make amends for what he had done to everyone, so he couldn't make any mistakes.
Even though there was pain skyrocketing through his heart, he finally made it to the room where they kept the Princess of Heart, Kairi.
Slowly, he unlocked the door with his keyblade and walked over to the teen.
A dark, red cage was where they kept all their prisoners. Xehanort felt satisfied with the color though, for if it had been white like everything else here he would've screamed.
Kairi was lying curled up in a corner, not showing any of her usual cheerfulness or optimism. The beautiful red hair she had was tangled and matted. There was no trace of the brave woman Xehanort's Nobody fought with. Here was a girl stripped of her pride and almost everything she cared for. Xehanort knew he was the one who had done this to her, and immediately, he regretted doing it.
But he would fix it soon enough.
Her eyes were puffy and red like she had been crying. Her sobs echoed through her cage letting her drown in misery.
She looked up when she heard the door close, where she was met by the gaze of her captor.
She tried to put up a façade of rage, but Xehanort saw right through it. She was scared out of her wits, thinking he was going to try and hurt her even worse. But what she didn't know was that her look hurt him even more.
He walked up to the cell door.
"Don't… Don't come any closer!" She begged while scooting as far away from him as she possibly could.
Ignoring her completely, Xehanort summoned his keyblade once more and brought it down upon the bars of the door. It shattered like ice beneath it.
When he looked up at her again, Kairi looked puzzled, as if she were trying to calculate what happened. Xehanort rolled his eyes and tried to convince her that he wasn't trying to trick her.
"I promise, I'm going to get you out of here." He reached out his hand.
"How can I trust you? You were the one who put me through this living nightmare!" She told him, suspicion in her gaze.
"I know what I've done was wrong. I am trying to make amends for it. Hurry! We have to get you out of here soon or else the other members will find us."
Understanding, she nodded. But she was still cautious of his motives, as when she took his hand, she held it stiffly.
She summoned her own keyblade.
"Why couldn't I do that in the cell?" She asked.
"My younger self designed it. It blocks the energy that lets a person summon a keyblade, therefore, rendering the prisoner defenseless."
He told her to be silent for the rest of the way down, where she complied. Again, his heart problems slowed them down more than he liked. But eventually they reached the bottom of the stairs.
When they reached the door, footsteps were heard clambering down those accursed staircases. He released her hand and immediately the pain increased by ten. He couldn't stop the cry that escaped him.
Kairi, being the forgiving person she was, tried to help him up. But he just shoved her off.
"Go! While you still can! They're coming!"
"But what about you?" She asked with concern as she summoned her glider.
"I've been surviving this nightmare for decades! I can survive it a little longer! Go!"
Reluctantly, she agreed and finally escaped the nightmarish Castle Oblivion.
Xehanort smiled weakly. He heard the other members reach him and he was immediately bombarded with questions.
"Where did the girl go?"
"How did she escape?"
"Should we go after her?"
"Are you going to do anything?"
"SHUT UP!" He yelled above the others. He was already racked up with physical pain. He didn't want a headache.
"I will go after her alone. You all stay here and guard the Castle. If any of you follow me, I will personally release you to the heartless army."
Nervous, all of the heads nodded and backed away from him.
He wasn't going after her. He was going to meet someone important and he didn't want any of the New Organization to find out about it.
He summoned both his armor and rider and set off. He wished it would be the last time he would see this dark and fallen from grace castle, but he would have to be patient. Xehanort was a patient man.
A man in a black robe appeared on the place where all of this began, The Keyblade Graveyard. He walked along the pathways of the numerous keys and once again saw the toll of the Keyblade War.
And here he was trying to make a new one.
An appearance of his guest took him out of the grim thoughts he was having, thankfully.
She walked calmly over to him.
"It's good to see you Xehanort." She grasped his arm into a firm handshake.
"The same goes for you One."
I know yu all are wondering why One was so hostile with Xehanort at the beginning of this story. I will explain soon! I promise!
So I hope you all had a Happy Holidays!
Review Question: Did you like hearing from Xehanort's POV (Point of View to those who don't know.)
Dragon Out!