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*Hey guys, Hakuorofan7 here and welcome back to Kingdom Hearts: From No One to Someone.*
*Anyway I'll keep this short. This chapter is going to be a short one, because of one reason.*
*As of today, November 12, 1998. Stan Lee has died.*
*He was one of my major inspirations for my works and will be heavily missed be myself and the millions of writers, actors, and artists that he has inspired. So where ever you are Stan Lee, there is only one thing that I and the rest of your fans can say to you.*
*EXCELSIOR!*
The author raises his fist to the heavens with tears falling from his eyes.
*It is time to start the chapter. I have nothing else to say.*
The projector comes to life as the author summons a box of tissues and starts to weep uncontrollably. Then the screen lights up, starting the chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts
Movement in the Shadows
Master Xehanort walked among one of the many halls of the castle, looking for the perfect spot. After another minute he found it in a darkened corner near the entrance.
After making sure no one was around, he casted a silencing barrier.
"Aren't you being a little too paranoid?" A voice from the shadow said, with only his golden eyes visible.
"Not at all, in fact you should be keeping your guard up my apprentice. Eraqus is already suspicious of me and it is only a matter of time before he figures out what I am up to. So I can not show any sign of anything that could expose us quite yet. At least not until his apprentices leave." Xehanort said.
"Fair enough, but what about his newest apprentice Roxas." The figure said. "I'm already keeping an eye on him just in case."
"A smart move, but as for Roxas I have not decided yet what to do with him yet. Either way we need to gauge his skills and separate him from Eraqus." The elderly Keyblade Master said.
"And I take it I will be the one to do?" The figure asked, getting Xehanort to nod. "Figured, but what should we do if he is worthy enough."
"If he is not, then we get rid of him. If he is then Roxas will be the backup." Xehanort said.
"The back up for which?" The figured asked, clearly intrigued.
After a few moments he came up with his answer.
"He is the back up for both isn't he."
"Maybe he is, but we shall decide that when we learn more about him. So do not even think about killing Ventus or else it will jeopardize everything we have worked for." Xehanort said while fixing a stern glare at the figure.
"I know that you old coot, but I won't be bothering him for a while." The figure said dejectedly.
"Good." Was all Xehanort said before he noticed the look on his apprentice's face. "What is wrong?"
"Roxas has just left the throne room. We don't have that much time left." The figure said while putting on a black glass helmet and obscuring his face.
"No, we have just enough time to do what we need." Xehanort said while shaking his head. "Still, how soon can you unleash the Unversed upon the worlds?"
"Now." The figure said, causing Xehenort to smile.
"Good, then I will be awaiting for evaluation of Roxas once everything else is done." Xehanort said while leave, dissipating the barrier.
"Oh I will." The figure said once the elderly Keyblade Master was out of earshot. "And much more. Anyway what is the progress on Roxas?"
'…'
"So he is looking for Terra then, how long do you think until he finds him?"
'…'
"Good, just enough time for the old coot to get the ball rolling. But still anything else to report onto Roxas."
'…'
"Did you say that he is saturated in time magic?! The figure said shocked. A moment of silence from the end of his mental communication was all the confirmation he needed.
He knew about time magic very well as he had dabbled with it a little bit.
Whenever he had time when Xehanort was keeping an eye on him of course. He need to keep several things to himself after all.
Still he was adapt enough with it to be able to sense it, even within his lesser incarnations.
Along with the fact he has repeatedly spied on another saturated with the same energy talking with the old coot. Someone that he knew that whatever the old coot was planning, that it couldn't function without him.
But unlike that other person, this energy felt somewhat similar to him.
In fact it was so eerily similar to him, a being created from magic that he was surprised that the old coot hadn't sensed it yet.
So he knew exactly what Roxas was, but not who he exactly was or when he is from?
There were too many unknowns about him, along with the fact that he also feels a little similar to the weakling made him uneasy.
He need to exercise a bit more caution dealing with him.
He needed to speed up his plans a little bit.
With a single thought, he sent an overwhelming amount of energy to the other end of his connection. He had to keep himself focused as inhuman screaming filled his head before he stopped abruptly, catching himself from hitting the floor.
After a few moments the figure stood back up and regained his bearings.
"So I take it that you got everything then?" He asked between pants.
'…!'
"Good to know and yes I know that it hurts like hell, I'm still catching my breath a bit. How long do you need to rest?" The figure barked out.
'**…?'
"20 seconds at most? Alright I'll give you that, but after that follow Roxas until I'm done confronting the weakling. Once I'm done pull out and come find me, I'll give you your next instructions then." The figure said, now fully recovered.
'…'
"Good and remember, siphon only the barest amount. He might as well be a wellspring of temporal energy, but we can't risk getting noticed this early."
'…!'
"Good I'll contact you later." The figure said as he cut the connection and summoned a Corridor of Darkness.
After all it was almost time for Xehanort's plan to begin. So it was best to keep on time with it. Besides he did owe Ventus a visit after all.
Besides visiting him last night, it has been 4 years since that had spoken with each other after all.
So with that he walked into the corridor with one thing play on his mind.
Roxas. Aqua. Ventus.
Which one too chose, so little time, so many options. That is, if he had to chose only one that is.
Right behind Roxas in the hallway and hidden behind a corner, a small creature was resting.
It was a small white creature about the size of a Shadow with golden eyes that seemed to be set in a sorrowful expression. It had a triangular shaped head with two lightning like antenna and pointed limbs. And it was currently in a crumpled up heap lying on the floor.
After receiving that all that energy from it's king, it felt something for the first time.
Pain, lots and lots of pain.
But once it got over the pain everything seemed clearer then ever before. It felt like it had been cut off from the horde and in a sense almost alone. With it's only connection being it's king that is.
Pondering about this, the figure jumped in surprise once it noticed that Roxas had turned a corner.
In a panic it turned invisible with only the telltale signs of it's existence being a pair of eyes flickering in and out of existence.
Once it caught up to Roxas, it began to ponder somethings.
It felt surprise, it felt panic, it felt pain, it felt tired, it felt the cool air, it felt the cold floor, and it began to develop the ability to think for itself.
'So is this the sentience that our king has?' The creature thought to itself, before stopping it's pace.
It just had it's first coherent thought, something only it's king had.
How in the name of all things Unversed did that happen?
Such a thing like this have never happened before within the horde. Of course the king has granted some of them independence before, but nothing along the lines of sentience or independent thought before. And everything that has existed through the king or the other Unversed that have fallen was always recorded through the horde.
So was this the work of the king, or through the overwhelming amount of ambient time magic from the interesting human it didn't know.
Still it would worry about it on the job.
It's king had made it for a specific task and if it wanted to keep it's short, but newfound existence it will obey unconditionally.
So it continued with it's task and continued to follow the interesting human, pondering about what will happen once it's king found out.
The screen died down and you see that the author has seemingly pulled himself together for the most part.
*Hey guysI hopes you guys enjoyed this chapter, as it does give a bit of insight of events to come.*
*Anyway all I have to say is that if you have any questions to ask just review and I'll get to them.*
*The next chapter will definitely be the last to cover the events of the Land of Departure and I'll see you all then.*
*If you all need me I'm going to mourn Stan Lee in by eating a shit ton of ice cream and watching Marvel movies, starting with Blade. So until next time ciao.*
The author summons a tub of ice cream and walks through a Corridor of Darkness, leaving the theater empty.
We will all miss you Stan Lee, the greatest hero the world has ever known.