Summary: Xemnas, in a mad act of desire, has chosen thirteen new targets to turn into heartless. It's his belief that their hearts will finally complete Kingdom Hearts.
Characters: Olympian Gods and Organization XIII.
Universe: Game
Warnings: Mild violence and mild language.
Dedication: I dedicate this story to Apollo, for without him there would be no literature, and I would have no writing skills.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, nor do I own Percy Jackson.
Falling Skys, Chapter 6
Blue hair, light in hue and long in length, rests atop frivolously tanned skin. The man, though he most certainly isn't a man, walks slowly, deliberately forcing his body forward. Suddenly, the blue haired man twists around, pivoting of the balls of his feet, his head swiftly looking up at the top of one of the many buildings. The blue haired man sniffs the air.
He jumps back, and seconds later, a sliver arrow punches into the ground. Still shaking from the force of the impact, the arrow bursts into brilliant orange flames. The blue haired man looks away from the arrow, again focusing on the top of one of the many buildings. He sees a teenage boy, attractive by human standards, around eighteen, with sandy hair and a cocky smirk. In his hand, the boy holds a golden bow, and a quiver of arrows rests on his back.
"Apollo!" The blue hair man shouts, though his voice is monotonous.
In response, Apollo wills himself to be standing down on the street, one of the few things he is still able to do. He stands before the blue haired man, dressed in nothing but a toga, much like he wore so long ago. Apollo asks, "You are?"
"I would think you'd already know that. I was under the impression you knew everything."
"A common misconception. I see everything the sun sees, and I have never seen you."
"I am Saïx, seventh member of Organization Thirteen." The blue haired man says, bowing slightly. He doesn't take his eyes off Apollo.
"You're responsible for all this strangeness?" Apollo asks, waving his had vaguely at the city around him.
"We are, yes." Saïx responds.
"Well, you've got my attention. What do you want?"
"A heart." Saïx responds. "My heart, to be exact, but, for the moment, yours will be sufficient."
There is a burst of shadows, and Saïx is holding a very large, two-handed bladed weapon-
Apollo's eyes shot open, a feeling of dread awakening him from his premonition. He felt a tugging sensation in his stomach, which was immediately followed by the sensation of Athena disappearing. That wasn't good.
Athena was one of the most important of the Olympians. Together, she and Apollo were responsible for maintaining civility among humans; Apollo held fast to literature, and art in general, while Athena handled the more practical aspects of life, like weaving.
With her gone, Apollo had no idea what could happen to the people of Earth.
Apollo stood; he was atop a building, far away from the comforts of Mount Olympus. He used his power to will himself home, but was not surprised when nothing happened. After all, he'd seen in his vision that he wouldn't be able to do much more then reach the street. So, Apollo looked down.
There, on the New York streets so far below, was a man, with blue hair, light in hue and long in length. As Apollo knocked his bow, the blue haired man twisted around, pivoting of the balls of his feet, his head snapping to look at where Apollo stood.
The god of truth let loss his arrow, and it flew true, barely missing the blue haired man. As the silver shaft burst into flames, Apollo committed himself to making his vision come true. And it did.