A/N: I noticed that there were a lot of fanfictions about Lea playing around with and/or showing off his keyblade, but none or at least not many discussing how he got it in the first place. This bothered me a little bit, so I decided, "Hey, I should do one of those in my new drabble series!" So here we are.
"The future is a question mark of kerosene and electric sparks. There's still fire in you yet, yes there's still fire in you yet!" ~ Switchfoot
Lea's eyes swiveled around as he took in the sight of his ruined homeworld. The flowerbeds were crushed, the fountains broken; even the air reeked of dust and smoke. Xehanort had completely wrecked it.
Sighing, he crossed his arms forlornly. "Well, this is just peachy," he muttered sourly. "Now what?"
A familiar whooshing sound echoed behind him. Whipping around, Lea saw three Morning Stars creeping up on him. When they saw he had noticed them, they began to spin, whizzing towards him.
He acted on pure instinct, automatically summoning his chakrams. Or at least trying to. "Wha – what's going on?!" He tried again. Nothing. The Heartless were still advancing. One got uncomfortably close; then it charged him, picking up speed.
Yelling in panic, Lea thrust his arms in front of him, feeling one of his weapons materialize in his right hand. "About time!" Growling ferociously, he lashed out at the Heartless, sending it careening backwards. Smirking, he glanced down at his chakram.
Except... it wasn't a chakram.
"A... keyblade? What?!" Suddenly, he laughed, brandishing it proudly. "Time for a little fun!"