Kingdom Hearts:Birth by Sleep Zero-Terra's Story, Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER:I do not own Kingdom Hearts, only my own characters in this story. Kingdom Hearts belongs to Disney, Square-Enix, and Tetsuya Nomura(Yay Nomura-san!).

The only thing I could see was Darkness; pure, shadowy Darkness.

I couldn't tell up from down, but I knew I was sinking deeper into the neverending, black abyss. Nothing but fear had embraced me, sending overwashing pulses of terror through my heart.

Fear? Fear of what? That was the confusing part;everything here was tranquil, and as silent as the dead.

No, everything wasn''t silent. I could hear the faint, but harsh howling of something that reminded me of the wind. I could feel it caressing my skin; silky, but fierce wind.

Below me shone a circular, stained glass pillar. It had a knight on it, or something that looked like a knight. He had a helmet made out of a tarnished, bronze gold. The weird part was that the helm had something like metal "ears" on it. His armor had three colors: crimson red, deep black, and darkened gold.

This "knight" looked familiar, but I have never seen anything or anyone similar to it.

In the background was a barren, desolate wasteland that had befallen under the night sky. The star-speckled sky held a yellow heart-shaped moon that had a blueish aura. Right under the "moon" stood a lone, altitudinous pillar of dark brown rock.

A voice had sounded in my head. "This is your Destiny."

Three white pedestals arose in front of me. Above them bright lights shone blindingly until they formed into three objects:

a staff, a sword, and a shield. "Choose your Destiny well, young one." the voice had called again.

"Wait!" I yelled. "I have a question!"

"You are not supposed to talk to me, you know?" he advised me. "You're supposed to be quiet and choose a weapon, if you haven't noticed."

"Just one question!" I stubbornly yelped.

"WHAT IS IT!?" he yelled back.

"You told me that the picture on the pillar here was my Destiny, but then you said I had to choose my Destiny."

"Yes, yes, get to the point..." he sighed dramatically.

"If I already see my Destiny on this pillar's mural, then how could I choose my Destiny?" I inquired. "If I already know my unevitable fate, would anything really make a difference?"

"It's coming no matter what I do, right?"

"Just hurry up and choose a weapon, so we can get on with our lives."

I've always hated it when people never answer my questions. Sheesh, it was just a simple question. He doesn't have to get all whiny about it.

I declared silently. Well, I guess he must be pissy from just being here all alone. I mean, if I had no friends...

"I heard that, you little fiend!" he howled.

I repudiated him and walked around, browsing around each weapon, as I was "instructed" to do. I snatched up the staff into my grasp. It had a lime green handle, with a blue star at the top. "Ah, yes." the voice spoke in yearning, as if he were remembering something from long ago. "The Power of the Mystic-"he paused abruptly. "Inner Strength, a Staff of Wonder and Ruin."

Another ten minutes passed by as I stared down at the staff like a deer in the headlights, except for the fact that I had one eyebrow raised.

"So, did you get that off a fortune cookie?"

He sighed monstrously. "Just shut up and choose a fricken weapon, okay? he uttered. "Wait, I have another question!" I shouted.

"Too bad, little boy." he pitilessly insulted.

I looked around at the other weapons, first the shield, then the sword. Finally, I chose the sword. It was like one of those typical swords;nothing special to it, except the star on the top of the hilt. Then, I stared at the shield again;it had a star on it too.

I guess whoever made these weapons really like stars...I surmised.

I picked up the sword again and held it close to my face, seeing if I could find an engraving of the creator's initials anywhere.

There! I excitedly yelped in my mind. It was on the back of the golden hilt. The initials were..."N.O.Y.B".

"Well, that's informative." I sarcastically

"Do you even know what those initials stand for?" the voice questioned.

"Nicholas, Onion, Yellow, Bob?" I answered, hoping I was right.

"Yep, Nicholas of the Yellow Onions, friend of Bob." Right after, he started snickering. Though, I thought his snickering sounded more like a constipated duck, but you get the point.

"YES!!" I screamed as loud as I could. "I HAVE VICTORY!!" I yelled, totally unaware of how idiotic I looked.

"Well, since you're so fired up, I should give you your test, right?"

"Bring it on!" Man, I thought I could face the entire world without anything but my fists, tied behind my back.

"We should give your power a form." he suggested. "Hmmmmmm...I think I have an idea that is befitting your power's personality." he claimed.

My right hand had become instantly numb and clammy. For some reason, I couldn't move any parts of my body except my lungs, which had become a little heavy. Heavy with what? That I did not know. Anticipation, perhaps? Well, whatever the reason, I knew that one moment soon, my life would change drastically.

All of the sudden, my hand was engulfed in a strange, pure light. The light swirled up my arm,exploded into a white ring, and became little digital blocks that had two different colors; the smaller blue ones that covered almost all of my hand, and two golden outer rings that were in the center. It had three types of "particles": The small blue ones, the large gold outer rings, and large blue ones that covered the tip of my fingers, and my wrist. In a flash, the particles were gone, and were replaced by a huge, heavy blade.

All I could do was stare at it for what seemed like hours.

It's handle was a dark, creamy white. Around the bottom of the handle was a cerulean-blue handguard that spread out like boxy wings, about four inches long, and were connected to the two side handguards that were in the shape of a fancy "L". The one on the left side looked like the "L" was backwards. A little before the top of the side handguards were two small pieces of metal that connected the handguards to the hilt. From the hilt sprouted a pure black rod of steel that went straight up the length of the blade, creating the tip. On the middle part of the blade, around the black rod on both sides were copper, equally cut pieces of metal, that had six "slits" on each side. The middle part came up to the upper blade. The upper blade had three pieces of metal sticking out: the ones on the right, and the left both had different lengths. On the right side, the top was the longest, the middle was the shortest, and the bottom one was inbetween the other lengths. On the left side, the chunks of metal were much shorter. At the tip, on both sides were two rounded chunks of steel that each had three points of tarnished gold upon them.

This weird blade looked kind of like a giant key.

"Do you like it?" the voice asked in anticipation of the young man's response, which was hopefully going to be a positive one.

I rubbed my spiky, brown hair all the way to the back of my head. "Well, I think it looks..."

It was difficult to find the specific word. "It's, uh, unique?" I answered.

I would have usually said that is was weird, strange, and downright ugly, but I didn't want to rain on this guy's, or voices's "parade".

"Wonderful!" the voice happily yelled. "I even power-washed it ten times, waxed it four times, and repainted it six times, so it should be pretty clean."he informed me.

I looked down at the blade to see my blue eyes staring back at me.

"How long did you work on this..."thing"?" I asked, to try to convince him even more that I actually cared about this "work of art".

"Thing?"

He was starting to actually sound mad. The stained glass mural started to shake, as if it was the voice's fist.

"You call this a "thing" when I've worked on it for over eight months?"

"God, I swear Chasers like me NEVER get any credit for our hard work; do this, do that, work on a weapon for over eight months and have no thanks for it, even disrespectfully calling my hard work a "thing"!" he complained.

I replied quickly:"Well, you never told me what it was called, right?" I defended, hoping to calm him down a little.

"You're right." he admitted. "Sorry, sometimes I can't really control myself." he apologized.

"Yeah, I kinda noticed." I knew the instant after I said that, I shouldn't have. Thankfully, the voice was too caught up in memories of his anger fits to notice, because right after I had said it, the voice answered simply; "What did you say?"

"Nothing, nothing at all." I fibbed.

"Well, this "thing" is called a Keyblade." he informed me. "It is the strongest weapon in the existence of everything."

"Though, this specific one is called Eternal Horizon."

It's looks horrible, and has a cheesy name? I asked myself, almost laughing out loud.

What next? A cape and a little sidekick named Butt-Ugly Jr.?

The voice had been ranting on about the Keyblade's "awesome powers" for a while now, and thankfully I had listened to the beggining of it, because that's all the voice had talked about for the past ten minutes:

"Eight months?"

"Can you believe it, working eight months on just one thing?"

"EIGHT MONTHS!!"

"In fact, eight's my favorite number."

"I was just as suprised as you, eight months of hard labor..."

"God, yesterday I had to go to the bathroom eight times."

"I mean, Mom DID tell me that eight pots of beans wouldn't be too good for me..."

"But then again, my sister put eight laxatives in each pot of beans, so..."

"Man, those eight months really took a toll on me."

"Eight hours on the toilet does wonders for you, you know."

Thankfully, the voice stopped ranting on the "number eight" thing, and told me to look behind me.

Responding to his request, I watched in awe as a small, crimson-eyed creatures rose from outta nowhere.

They had gray silky material for skin, arms and legs that came out to a point, and they had little earlike points off of the top corners of their heads.

"The Unbirths have come to say hello, Terra." I could just imagine the smirk on the voice's face; sitting there, laughing at me.

"Aren't you going to help me?" I asked desperately.

"Why should I?" he asked, almost with a tint of humor. It enraged me, so much that I muttered in frustration:

"I hate you so much..."

"And I thought we could be best buds." the voice called back in joyful sarcasm.

"Since when do "best buds" tell eachother how it felt to have diarrhea for eight hours straight?" I asked in rage.

"You know, you really shouldn't put people down like that."

The voice's taunts just got crappier and crappier each time they flew out his mouth.

"People?" I asked. "You're just a forty-year-old fatty who lives with his mother and sister, and the only life you have is making weird, giant keys, and telling people your "adventures" in the bathroom."

"That's the most depressing existence I have ever known." I insulted.

You see, for me, making jokes is what I do best. It's the only way I can defend myself, that, and my fists.

"How did you know all of that stuff about me?" the voice questioned.

I started to sigh, but then I started rolling on the floor, laughing harder then I thought I ever could have.

The so-called Unbirths looked at me and cocked their heads to the side, confused almost as much as the voice was.

"Unbirths, attack this fiend!" the voice ordered.

They attacked before the voice gave the order, surprising me. The one in the middle struck out at me, giving me a cut that made me grimace. Crimson oozed from the deep gash. My arm had started to burn like crazy, throbbing from the pain. But, I don't give up so easily...

I summoned the Keyblade,even though I didn't know how. I guess it just comes to you when you need it.

I dodged as the Unbirth on the left struck out it's hand. It was suprised to see itself miss me, it being much faster than I was.

I ducked as the one on the right had swept it's transformed, barbed arm at my head.

Opportunity was mine, I had realized, and I swept my Keyblade through the silky flesh of the two unsuspecting Unbirths. The result held success; they dissolved away into gray dust, scattering ashes around the mural.

The last one had caught my attention as it danced around the platform, scrutinizing my every move, keeping a watch to see if I would make any sudden moves.

"You know Terra, I'd be glad to tell you that the longer the Unbirths study you, they start to know your every move, your techniques, and your weak points."

"Good, something more challenging." I taunted, keeping an eye on the Unbirth.

All of the sudden it was above me. The only thing I saw for a few moments were barbed Unbirth arms flailing about in front of my face.

What is that thing doing? I asked in wonder.

Soon enough, I found out.

Oh no! A cliffhanger! Oh well, I guess you'll have to wait a for a little bit to find out what this Unbirth is doing. Please review, I can't go on writing this story without any feedback, can I?