:( Darnit. I had such a pretty Review for you last night, but my internet cut out on me and I lost it. So sad. Anywho- I have decided just to reveiw here as you go on. I am surprised this isn't getting more veiws. I really love this even as I am reading it all over again. The Scene of Axel's death is so sad. :'( I nearly cried at that part in the game, and seeing it from Roxas' worst nightmare is even worse. I really liked how you used Namine's powers again, and in such a touching way. And that kiss was adorable. Man, Roxas has been hanging out with Sora too much. xD And how can you NOT be a fangirl? Well, Not granted I'm not a rabid-foam-at-the-mouth sort of attack-him-when-his-guard's down sort of fangirl, but he certainly is yummy. xD I digress. That whole Larxene- Riku banter was beautiful. ::fangirl melt:: Sorry. ::pulls self back together:: Yay for implied Riku/Kairi. ::squeal:: Your Larxene is absolutly evil and I love love it. ::Imagines the alternate and giggle:: Actually I think it would have been hillarious if Sora woke in Kairi's room. Sora: What am I- (see Kairi) It's not what you think... and this isn't a stuffed turtle.... and RIKU!? What are you doing here... What happened?! oh the insinuations. Dangit, there's something else I wanted to say but now my brain is stuck on that Sora-reaction. ::sigh:: If I think of it again, I'll pop over to FFnet.
I keep thinking if I just keep posting these babies, SOMEBODY will reveiw. XD I have too many ideas of Grandure sometimes. XD Summary: This story takes place in an alternate universe and begins after CoM at the start of KHII after Roxas’ Story. However, there are a few differences that make this Story AU. When Sora refuses to forget Namine he is left with broken memories he insists on remembering himself. Yet while he sleeps his world is slowly disolving around him. Can his other half save his home while his best friend continues to search for a way to wake him up? His childhood friend continue to forget him as Kairi slowly crumbles under the weight of her own forgotten memories. They are all running out of time as The Organization continues to find ways to hurt them all. | Chapter I and II | Chapter III | Chapter IV | Broken Chains Trailer | Whew, I'm gettin' fancy. Go me. :does fancy dance: _____XxX_____ Chapter Five: Unbreakable Chains “Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.†.-Christina G. Rossetti “I’m sorry, Sora.†“What are you sorry about?†Sora finally opened his eyes. Naminé stood in front of him now. The two of them were alone on the smaller island by the tree. She looked sad but determined; her blue eyes cold and hard. She wasn’t crying, but the look on her face seemed to state that is wasn’t as if she didn’t want to. She couldn’t. Sora reached out and tried to speak, but Naminé shook her head. “You have to forget me. Forget about promises. Just forget, Sora.†Sora could only watch helplessly as Naminé hand reached forward. She touched the side of his forehead and closed her eyes. Everything was dead silent for only a moment, when Sora could suddenly feel something inside him loosen, some chain in his heart that was so tightly wrapped together, he was afraid if it broke so would he. He winced as it continued to loosen. (“You’ll forget me…â€) The wind blew in his ears carrying the eerie twinkles of chains in the wind. Sora tried not to focus on the girl’s words, but instead figure out why his arms weren’t working. Naminé sighed, her free hand tightening around her sketchbook. Sora looked down, and in the glimmer of silent lighting, he barley caught sight the golden chains wrapped around his body. His eyes widened as the chains of his heart loosened even more. (“But that’s just the chain of memories coming undone.â€) Other chains appeared, wrapped around tree trunks, hanging off the branches, and sinking into the stormy sea. As the chains gently clinked against each other, their uncanny music played memories across his mind. Each link was a memory, but Sora noticed they weren’t all his alone. His mind floated away, focused on each link, listening to the voices draw him in. He forgot about the girl in front of him, even though her fingers still rested on his temple. (“When we grown up, let’s get off this island.†Riku looked excited, as if he was letting out a secret want he had to keep silent for far too long. In the back of his mind Sora wondered how long his friend had been hiding that wish, but he was too young, too innocent to question it further. He grinned at his best friend, and nodded. "Sure." ) (“Have you heard of the legendary power of the paopu fruit?†She grinned at him and leaned forward, a knowing look her face. She nearly burst out laughing at the look on Sora’s face. Was her friend really that dull. She mentally sighed. Well it looked like it was up to her. Aw, wasn’t that romantic?) (“Deal? Winner get’s to share a paopu with Ka-†Riku winked at him, and watched as Sora’s face filled with slight jealousy. Riku let out a small laugh, but it felt hollow. He had bumped heads with his friend over plenty of things and the older boy had always taken the lead. But this feeling of rivalry was different. It was full of... envy? Riku took his mark-) (“Wait, I…â€Sora felt his heart skip a beat. Share a Paopu with-… Riku was laughing at him again, but there was something different about it. Something darker than normal.. He looked up ahead, but there was no one.) (“Along with any other worlds out there! I want to see 'em all!†He smiled, staring out over the blue water. It had been so long ago when he told Riku he'd go. He looked up to the form blocking the sun. She turned, a smile shining amid her laugh. Sora felt jolt go through his heart. Her face... He remembered her-) "What are we waiting for?" Everything else grew muffled and Sora barley heard Naminé’s voice- “I really am sorry, Sora.†The chain linked to his heart gave what Sora feared was it’s last twist, and jolted Sora out of his thoughts. His memories disappeared once again, fading back into the darkness of his heart. His hand flew forward of its own accord. The chains wrapped around his body shattered into a thousand pieces of light. “No!†Thunder rolled as he grabbed Naminé’s hand. “Sora what are you-!?†Sora held her wrist tight, far away from his face “I’m not going to forget anything… Not my island, not her and not you.†“What?†She stared at him, shocked and mouth agape. “I don’t want to forget you.†Sora said softly, trying not to scare her. She tried to pull her hand away, but Sora held tight. They stood there at what could only seem as an impasse, neither willing to compromise, neither willing to give in. Finally it broke, shattering like the chains before. “What’s her name?!†Naminé suddenly yelled at him, yanking her hand out of his grip. Taking a step back, Sora looked slightly guilty, “I… I don’t know. “Don’t you want to know who you really are? Don’t you want to remember her?†Naminé motioned at the keychain hanging on his belt with the hand still clenching her sketch book. It was the first time Sora noticed it. The seashells clanked against the chains of his pants. She gave it to him… he remembered that much, but the ‘when’s and ‘why’s were lost in the darkness. Rain began to drip from above, like the tears in Naminé’s eyes. Sora looked back up at the blonde girl. She shook her head. “You’ll forget Sora. You don’t want to forget her…†“No. I don’t.†Sora admitted. “But Naminé, I don’t want to forget you either.†He reached into his pocket and pulled out a second keychain. The yellow fruit gleamed up between the two of them, and in the silence he heard Namine's sharp intake of breath. He smiled, "I made a promise to you too." He said honestly. “But Sora-“ She stopped, picking her words carefully, "Please don't break her promise... not for someone like me." "I won't break anyone's promises." Sora pulled her the other keychain as well and smiled at the both of them. “I won’t forget her. And I won’t forget you. I promise.†"But-" Sora smiled, almost in a happy daze as he gripped the first keychain in his hand, "I remember her face, Naminé. I'm not going to forget that again." Surprise covered Naminé's face as she opened her mouth to speak but suddenly her eyes widened, staring over Sora’s shoulder. She took a step away, and the sketch book feel out of her hands. The pages fell out and fluttered off into the stormy sky like white birds. Sora turned to look for them, when he caught his eye. The boy stood at the edge of the bridge, a permanent sad and hurt look on his face. Blonde hair swept to the side, icy blue eyes stared after the pages, then right back at Sora. Something passed between the two boys, a connection that was untraceable. The boy half-smiled and nodded. Sora smiled and nodded back, almost as if an agreement had passed between the two. The name came to his mind before he was even aware of it himself. “I know you.†Sora started softly, “Roxas.†“You need to wake up Sora.†The blonde boy stated without introduction. Sora nodded, as if in a trance, turning back to look at Naminé. “Yeah… I know.†He said softly, still speaking to the other boy. “Just give me a little while longer, ok?†“I can’t.†Roxas didn’t seem upset about it, his voice flat and apathetic. “Not for much longer.†Sora sighed, almost exasperated, and nodded. “Fine.†He turned away, “I’m coming.†“No!†Naminé grabbed Sora’s arm, yanking on it with both hands, “You can’t Sora. You’re memories aren’t back! You’ll forget-“ Sora laughed, a sweet but foolish laugh that echoed in the silent storm. “I already told you, Naminé. I’m not forgetting anything.†“She’s waiting for you.†Roxas nodded toward shore. “I know.†Sora softly pulled his arm out of Naminé’s reach, to follow the other boy. Naminé looked lost for a moment, scared and alone. Sora turned at the bridge and smiled again, “See you when I wake up.†II. Sora followed the other boy, neither speaking, each engrossed in his own thoughts. Or at least, that is what Sora believed. Roxas’ face was so passive, so apathetic, that Sora could barley tell if the boy was human much less in any thought as deep as his own. He snuck a glance over to shoulder, only to start when he saw the rest of his island was as black as pitch. He couldn’t even see the smaller island, much less Naminé. He backed into the other boy, only to find Roxas staring at the entrance as the base of the tree in the middle of the island. The waterfall sprayed cold water on the both of them as they stood there, each waiting for their own incentive to speak. Finally Roxas sighed. “There. She's there.†“The Secret Place.†Sora ducked his head to look in the passage way. The darkness waited for him like always, the random drawings on the wall glowing pearly white. He turned back to the other boy. “Wha-“ “She waiting.†Roxas cut him off. "Are you com-" Roxas shook his head. For once, a harsh emotion passed across his face. "I'm not allowed." Sora looked apologetic. "Oh... Sorry." He paused, and looked up at the sky, as if the darkening clouds held some sort of advice. He spoke without turning. “You know I can’t wake up just yet.†Roxas sighed, sounding slightly annoyed, “I figured as much.†“Can you..." He paused again, wetting his dry lips and looking for the right words... (Riku turned back, a sad but almost content smile on his face. The door continued to close, cutting them off from one another.) A Separation. Sora smiled too, and barely looked over his shoulder, the words coming to his lips. "Take care of her." Then he was gone. III. Roxas opened his eyes. He let out the breath he didn't know he was holding. He had fallen asleep. That was never good. Dreaming had never truly been the same since he found out what he was once again. When ever he slept, Sora’s memories came alive, wrapping around his mind like a vice, squeezing out his own memories. For that reason only, Roxas tried to keep from sleeping whenever he could. But he was only human- Or as least as human as a Nobody could be. It had been cooler than normal, autumn finally grasping hold and sending cooler air to a normally hot climate. He had thought that the resulting autumn air would keep him awake. Instead, the cool breezes had lulled his tired mind to sleep, and right back into Sora’s Memories. At least that is what he had hoped. If Sora’s memories were growing so powerful that they could drag him in like that- Roxas didn’t want to think about it. “You have to wake up Sora.†He muttered once more to the leaves above him. The wind played about his ears, almost as if someone was whispering back. He sighed again and took his hands out from behind his head. He stared up at the dark crimson sky, watching golden threads of sun dance along clouds edges and play with the retreating night. So he had only been asleep a few hours. Obviously it had been enough. Take care of her. He sat half-up, still leaning on his elbows, taking in his surroundings. The sea lapped its soft waves in the side of the island, eating away at the sand and pushing more upward. The slow push and pull effect was calming. He half-smiled bringing one knee up and leaning an alternate elbow against it. The mere moments between night and day were passing quickly and with it- his contentment. Twilight was leaving once again, and it almost made him homesick. That is, if a Nobody could feel homesick. His eyes traveled up the beach and he noticed with slightly discomfort that he was no longer alone as he had been that entire early morning. He leaned forward and cocked his head slightly at the silhouetted form walking toward him from a few yards off. When he realized who the tall form belonged to was he couldn’t help the surprise that spread over his face. He sat up all the way, and dangled his bare feet off the edge. Orange tinted waves splashed below him, but he didn’t take notice. He watched the man stop a few feet in front of him, a familiar, and yet changed, smirk spreading across his face as he stared up at the younger boy. He stuck his hands in his pockets, and merely shrugged as if his presence there was normal. As if either of their presence there was normal. Roxas sighed, “Axel." The red-haired Nobody grabbed the side of the steep embankment and easily pulled himself up next to the boy. Roxas watched as the lanky man situated himself far enough away to seem less of a threat, and yet close enough to still cause the boy minor discomfort. “What are you doing here?†“You don’t look happy to see me, Roxy.†“Don’t call me that.†Roxas retorted without thinking. Axel laughed, and leaned slightly back on his hands, staring up at the sky. “Fine.†Roxas dipped his head in thought, still watching the other. He wasn’t used to seeing him without the signature black cloak that named him one of Organization XIII’s finest. In fact, Roxas didn’t know of a time when he hadn’t seen him in it. But now, he wore simple light slacks and a black t-shirt, barefoot just as Roxas was. The effect made him look normal, albeit in an eerie and uncanny sort of way. Axel turned his head slightly, green eyes sad. Roxas suddenly felt defensive. “What?†“You still don’t look too happy.†“I’m waiting for the bad guys to jump out of hiding.†Roxas shifted slightly back, looking around. The man laughed once more. “What, out of the palm trees?†He stared back up at the sky, leaning back on his hands. “We both know they’re too dramatic for that.†“Why are you here?†“Always straight to the point.†He sat up once more, rubbing at the back of his neck with one hand, “I’m here to keep an eye on you actually.†“Did he send you?†“Does it matter?†“Don’t be stupid.†Axel nodded and laughed sadly, “Yeah, I guess it does.†Silence covered both of them momentarily. Roxas narrowed his eyes at the other, leaning forward. “Well, did he?†He prompted darkly. “No.†Roxas sat back, feeling slightly less vulnerable. “Then... What are you here for… really?†“He’s waking up.†Axel said simply. Both knew what he was talking about. Roxas dipped his head, nodding as he did so. “I know.†“How do you know?†Axel asked, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. Roxas didn’t explain. â€It won’t be for a while.†“Before what?†“The end.†Silence lapsed only for a moment though, before Axel sighed, “Well, Mr. Smarty Pants, I guess you already know who else is coming back…†he waved his arm around in an indecisive manner. “Coming back?†Roxas tore himself out of his thoughts. “No.†“R-I-K-U.â€Axel nodded, motion each letter with one hand. “Riku.†It was easy to see the discomfort in Roxas’ eyes. He wet his lips, looked away and then back again before speaking, “Where did you hear this?†“Naminé sent for him. No doubt He’ll hear about you, and want to-“ “So it’s not final.†Axel paused, shifting his weight to his other hand. Roxas didn't look at him wrapped up in his own thoughts and worries. After a moment, the red headed man made a small noise of agreement. “I guess not. Either way- You’re going to have to watch out for yourself… Stay away from him.†He rolled his head toward the boy to smile ironically, a single spike of stark red hair falling in his eyes, “Got it memorized?†Roxas raised a brow, shaking his head at the red head, “Does that line ever gets old?†Axel waved him off, smiling and chuckling “Nah…†Silence took over again, as the waves grew louder with the coming tide and the birds and other animals pulling themselves out of a restful night sleep. Both Nobodies sat there just beyond the bridge, content to just be for the time being. It was something the rest of the world took for granted- the chance to live. They watched the sun climb out of the horizon line, to take it's place in the sky. Twilight was gone. Roxas stood, brushing off his pants in one sweep. The other Nobody didn't seem to take notice, stone still as morning warmed both their faces. The sun was just high enough to take the chill out of the morning, and lighting the entire island in a golden yellow. Roxas sighed, and rubbed a hand through his hair, getting rid of the last of grains of sand still lingering behind. He reached over the side of the leaning Poupu tree and pulled out a bag. The other finally seemed to realize his old friend had moved. "You're leaving?" Roxas nodded, "If I stay too much longer, they'll start asking questions." "They..." Axel rolled the pronoun off his tongue, not liking how it tasted. He looked up at his old friend with a light sigh. Roxas shifted slightly uncomfortable and defensive once more. He frowned, "What?" Axel observed him a moment longer, then looked away and shrugged. "You're a little too happy about all of this." "Happy?" He nodded, still staring unfocused at the docks down the beach, "You don't scowl quite as hard as you used to." Roxas couldn't help the small contented smile that spread across his face. He resituated the bag on his shoulder and nodded. "You know, I'm kinda glad." Axel looked slightly confused as Roxas continued, "It's not as... strange. You being here." Axel smiled as well, and nodded, "Don't get too relaxed. I still think Riku is coming back to kill you." Roxas rolled his eyes with a huff, and headed toward the bridge. Axel chuckled leaning back and calling out, "Not to bust your bubble or anything." IV. Pausing at the three way road, Pluto scratched at the back of his neck, and tried not to think about the rumbling in his stomach. He had a job to do, and as usual it was up to him to keep the King and his allies connected. At the thought, the Royal Dog picked up his head a little higher. After all it was a very important job and not one he should complain about. Although, being a dog, he didn’t have much to complain about anyways. He just wished that strange smelling blonde girl had given him something to eat before he left. His stomach rumbled again and he gave a little whine. After all it wasn’t too much to ask, was it? Still he could tell she was worried. He could smell the apprehension all over her, and in way her hands shook as she wrote her letters. She smelled afraid. He was slightly confused. Perhaps that’s why she was writing the King. “Do€™t let DiZ catch you? Ok?†The strange girl had kissed the dog’s wet nose in a childish show of affection. “Please. Find the King first.†If a dog could sigh in a dramatic manner, Pluto decided now would have been the time to do it. Get Message. Find the King. Give the message. Get Reply message. Find Riku- Riku. Pluto perked up at that idea. The silver haired boy had always been rather fond of the Royal Messenger whenever Pluto had visited the King in the past. Perhaps he would feed him. With the thought of food fresh on his mind, Pluto put his nose to the road and gave a perceptive sniff. His King went left, while Riku’s dark scent went right. Pluto gave a small snort in thought. His stomach rumbled. He turned right. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If you all are enjoying this, I would appreciate a review. Not that I’m a comment-whore or anything. xD
mmkay, I'm going to be Honest. Not only beacuase I always try to be honest with fellow writers, but because you asked for it and I have alot of respect for people who aren't willing jus to take the pat on the back. So I am here. ::Strikes pose and hops off Soapbox:: You have a wonderful Idea here. I simply adore love triangles (or as I call them Love Daggers) and Sora/Kairi/Riku are one of my most favoritest! I love the dynamics between the two of them in KHI and you really seems to grip that. Also, Kairi is a angel and I love the affect you seem to show between her and the two of them, along with her irritation of being left out. xD (Personally I don't know why she'd complaining. Getting to watch those two cuties all day? ::giggle::) That and Riku winked at Kairi. The Riku/Kairi shipper in me just squeal and danced for joy. XD The Riku/Kairi shipper in me is rather easily amused if you can tell. However, I have three problems with this- One- You go too fast. You lead us right into the crux of the problem without the rising action and suspese. Half the fun of writing these Love Dagger Stories is making us shipper sqirm and tear our hair out before the big clash. Your joy is our tourtured pain! XD Lead us up to it anf go... wack! when we're not looking! Maybe instead of just dropping that bomb on us, you could have Sora and Kairi talk and then Riku and Kairi talk and then maybe one day Sora lets something leak to Riku and BOOM things just expload and we're all like "OH no!" But not in the first chapter. That leads to problem two. Two- Out of Character. This is linked to the first problem. I don't think Riku or sora would say something like “We have many more feelings than we used to. Many of those feelings, are about you. We are tired of fighting over you Kairi! We want you to choose!†unless you give us a reason. Don't get me wrong! I likethat line alot. I think it really sums up your story. It was just too early. Now can see Riku saying that, but give us more insight. This can be fixed by just slowing down and building some character devolpment. You can make the craziest things fit if you build up the "why" first. I've see Roxas/Kairi, Zexion/Kairi, Axel/Namine, Riku/Namine... all beautiful fics that could have only worked by the build up. Lastly, try puting a space/enter between paragraph/speech. It just makes it look prettier. :nod: That's more of a pet peeve than anything though. XD ::Looks sad::Please don't get discouraged. I promised I really do like this story. I won't have just spent the time I did. I think you are really going to take this somewhere and really make it amazing. When your chapter two comes up I'll be back to see where've you gone and what've you done. You have a wonderful idea and clear writing style. So please continue. And I'm not going to lie. I'll be voting for Riku. XD
Yo. I'm back! xD Wow. That was hundred fold better than last time. I can tell you really took people's crits. to heart. :nod: Your discriptions are worlds better and I can tell you have a unique style of writing that seeps through. Last time it seems just ignorance in the way you write, but I can see it now. I really like Aqua. She reminds me of the blue knight in thr Secret video. Very calm and innocent, but don't mess with her sort of attitude. I hope we get to see more. And your ending was lovely too. Very cliff-hanger-ish. (Though I think I will regret saying this later-) Cliff hangers are a wonderful way to drag readers in. Even if you feel it wasn't your best writing, a Cliffy is a way to keep them coming back. Just look at Pokeman's "To be continued" every episode. (pause) ok, that's a bad example. But don't get a big head... xD As we all do, there is a long road in front of you. (pause) Man, I got to stop eating fortune cookies before I go to bed. :p There were a few things here and there that were a bit grating. Little squeaks in your trumpet Solo so to speak. :giggles at her own joke: I'll just point out the main one. "Back to our mysterious man, we see him back at the house" Hmm, this is what I was saying about that unqiue style. It is as if you are really speaking, telling this story. But this line for some reason grates on my mind's ear. It's awkward. Try rewording it. Man I just wrote my own Novel here. Got to stop doing that.xp Heh, I'll be back next time. I really love your sense of wanting people to be honest. Well, You've improved you skills young Grasshopper, but do not stop! Continue on the Road to Discovery! (sigh) Gosh Dangit- There goes those fortune Cookies again!
Give this a shot. H’okay, this is a little something that I wrote for my sister. It’s her plot, her characters and her ideas. She just doesn’t write very well. Though that might be because she’s six. xD That’s right, this plot was thought up by a six year old. So if it seems a little Mary-Sue it’s because at that age, every princess is beautiful. XD and its based on herself. Most of the actions that Cailean does are very Cecily… and the fact that it’s true Cecily doesn’t like Kairi. Don’t ask me. I heart Kairi. Basically she stated she wanted her character to be the Princess of Kingdom Hearts as if Kingdom Hearts was a place, and she created a little story to go with it. (I'm in it too!! Aww!) She said she really liked the new Secret Movie so that’s where her idea came from. XD She’s so cute. So yeah- Enjoy, review, and I’ll tell her what you all think. _____xXx_____ Birthright Tomoe was bored. Make that very bored. Plus, she was also very hot. It wasn’t a good combination. The island sun was strange to her when she had been living in the cool moonlight all her life. In fact, she had been surprised when the Seniors had given her leave to find the source of the Kingdom’s distress. She was even more surprised when they sent the Princess and Mage with her. She sighed and brushed back her short thick hair into a ponytail. The effect was a little cooler, but her Black Uniform wasn’t helping matters. She tugged the cape and tight jacket off laying it behind her in a bundle. At least it wasn’t her armour. And she was still bored. That couldn’t be helped; she had been sitting up here all day, watching everyone else play. She sighed watching the shadows grow longer. Her blank, dark eyes watched the two boys make their way to the smaller island off the shore. She shoved the long thin key blade into the top of the tree house she was sitting on and tried to lie back, using her cloak and jacket as a pillow. It wouldn’t be long now. In fact she only had to wait a few moments before the light sound of trickling water reached her ears. A soft splashed fallowed and Tomoe barley reached back and moved her things over before the water trickled past her and off the top of the tree house. A giggle fallowed as a young child of seven plopped gracefully beside her. Tomoe turned her blank eyes toward the child, and big doe-brown eyes awaited her. The princess had taken to life outside the Kingdom more than her or Damian had. She dressed more colorful that she would have been allowed to at court- Bright blue ballet shoes, palm green skirt and her shirts seemed to always remain the bright gold of the strange star shaped fruit that dominate this island. Her long chocolate brown waves, while it would have been confined to the Royal braids in home, were left down and collected around her elbows. Tomoe shook her head. Her own cool silver-blue locks were as long as being a Royal Knight would allow, and even that was too much on this hot island. The Princess played with her pink bow, grinning ear to ear. “Tomoe.†She said sweetly. The Knight raised a brow. “Princess…†She replied equally as light. “Um… Where Damian?†The child rocked back and forth, her thick waves bouncing with her. Tomoe almost frowned, her blank stare still dominating her pale face. “What did you do?†“Nothing…†The princess retorted sharply, throwing her hands down into her lap. Tomoe fixed her with another blank stare as the young beauty pouted, slumping her shoulders. “Why do you and Damian always think I did something?†Tomoe didn’t reply but turned her gaze back to the shore as the Princess rambled off in her defense. The two of the three were watching were now at the Star Fruit tree, and were silently sitting. Tomoe’s sharp gaze flew across the beach till they landed on the cinnamon red girl searching along the shore. She couldn’t help but sigh in relief. “… besides, Damian himself gave me forgiveness for that time with the spider, because I actually didn’t know he was afraid of him.†The Princess continued her defense, counting each forgiven offense on her elegant hands. Tomoe noticed with slight amusement that she was quickly running out of fingers. She needed to stop the child before that happened. “State our mission, Princess.†Her clear voice rang with the same commanding tone she used with her troops. The Princess looked up confused, “Mission?†“You know why we are here.†Tomoe gaze landed on the girl on the beach again. The Royal Knight could hear her princess sigh. “Our mission is to protect the Keyblade Weilder and ensure the tranqu…tran-†Her smooth, educated voice tripped over the word. “Tranquility.†Tomoe prompted, pulling the iridescent keyblade out of the roof and letting it disappear in her grip. The Princess nodded continuing- “Tranquility of Kingdom Hearts while not revealing ourselves to… anyone.†She finished with the air of someone who was sick of hearing the same lesson over and over. Tomoe almost smiled. “And how did Damian find as the best way to protect the Keyblade Master?†Princess pouted, “Protect the Weilder of Darkness and Princess of Heart…†her voice spat out the last title as the Princess herself gave a childish pout. Tomoe gathered up her things, pulling back on the thick jacket. “It is those thoughts that caused you to loose your place as a candidate as the last Princess of Heart, Cailean.†At the sound of her real name, the Princess started, and then sighed. “She’s not even a princess any more.†“Regardless, there is no darkness in her heart and she is a princess. You however are often vain, selfish and your father spoiled you in your youth.†“My self confidence soars, Tomoe.†Cailean said darkly, “As the Princess of Kingdom Hearts, that place has always been my birthright.†The Princess was sending death glares at the redhead now bending to pick something out of the shoals. The Knight’s sharp black gaze caught site of the bottle and nodded. Damian had done his job. The Black Knight stood, fastening the shimmering black cloak around her pale neck. “Again, The Daughter of Radiant Garden was chosen, and now it is your responsibility to protect her. Your Keyblades are proof of that. †The princess stood by her Knight and light shimmered by her hands. Two Keyblades, both far too colorful for Kingdom Heart’s Court, appeared in her hands. The first sharp teeth were made up of the figure of Star Fruit from this world on the cool palm green handle, while the second was made up of the sharp edges of a bright pink ribbon and elaborate gold heart on a purple blade. In a childish move, she threw this off the top. She turned her back on them. Tomoe actually chuckled, “You know that doesn’t work.†The Keys shimmered in air as the reappeared back in her hands. The Princess sighed and let them disappear. ‘Don’t be a child, Princess.†Tomoe shook her head, leaned forward to speak to the child, “When this side formed an organization we were sent to help stop them from entering our world. We’ve done our job. Now Look, Damian has spoken with the Mouse King. They have their new orders and we have ours. Your father wants you home.†The Princess of Heart ran under them, clutching the bottle tightly. Cailean watched as she ran across the bridge, calling her friend’s names. “Sora! Riku!†The boys turned. “It’s still not fair.†She muttered, “I get to live in a moonlit castle for the rest of my life as she get’s-“ “Hey? What’s wrong?†The boys seemed almost worried as the Princess of Heart bent over catching her breath. She held up the bottle, “Look.†“This.†Cailean sighed, and turned away. Water flowed up from under her, wrapping around the child like a welcoming hug. She disappeared in a trickle of wet drops. Tomoe stared at the place where her Princess had disappeared. Her heart ached for the child who had waited for her birthright all her life only to find herself, for lack of better words, "unworthy". Tomoe couldn’t blame the child her envy, though she did wish the beauty would notice her own gifts. She looked back at the island, where the three friends were standing around the bottle’s message. Where would it lead them this time? “Till next time, my friends.†Stars wrapped around the knight, and she caught sight of the sun setting before she too disappeared in a shower of silver. ____oOo_____Yeah, we don’t have any more than that, but it was my sister’s idea to lead into KH III But she doesn’t know have any more ideas. So this might be all you get. Darn because I wan't to see what Damain looked like.
Cute ending. xD Why do I have a feeling it's just going to happen all over again? :p It was a very intresting story and although I felt some characters were OCC at times, you kept them in pretty good order. :nod: and I find Donald and Goofy very hard to write. You pulled them off. Anywho looking forward to the next story. Wow you really crank these things out. I alway pick too epic story like Broken Chains. Too much for my little mind to write all at one. XD
Summary: While he was stuck here convincing people he was something he wasn't, Sora was still asleep, trying to remember things best left forgotten. Roxas sighed. He couldn't really blame his other half. After all there were memories he refused to forget as well. I swear I have a differant summary every chapter. XD Just keepin' you all guessing. | Chapter I and II | Chapter III | Broken Chains Trailer | Whew, I'm gettin' fancy. Go me. :does fancy dance: _____xXx_____ Chapter Four: Insanity “And though I haven't seen you Are You still there? I cried out with no reply And I can't feel You by my side.” -Never Alone, Barlow Girls She was afraid- no, not afraid. Terrified. She hadn’t even waited for the boat to dock, but instead took off through the shallows. The sand hurt her bare feet, hot and rough against her soft skin, not yet cooled after the summer day. The sun was setting stark red against the ocean, casting its bloody hue over their island. Darkness loomed in the distance, signs of a thunderstorm rumbling in the distance. The effect didn’t help the already frightened child. Fragmented memories like broken glass- floating in the wind, buried in the sand, hiding in the trees. They tugged her along the beach, much more real that reality could even hope to be. A hand suddenly wrapped around her wrist, dragging her along. She looked up, finding herself so much smaller, so long ago. The island was brighter, holding promises of sunny days, sweet innocent games along water's edge, of sand castles and day dreams. She laughed, the sound alien and distant in her own ears. The boy turned, aqua blue eyes peeking out from behind silver hair, and grinned at the girl, as his companion, a smaller boy continued to tug on her arm. She tried to see the smaller boy's face, but it twisted and turned, like ripples on water. "Riku? Where are we going?" Her voice worked on it's own. It was happy and carefree- How long since she had known that voice? "We found it ages ago." The silver boy was saying. "The Secret Place." "It'll be our place now." the other boy said turning. The girl let a gasp leave her. He had no face. "Kairi?" She yanked her hand out of his hold. Stumbling backward, she tripped over her own feet, burning her bare knees on the sand, and tearing her night shift. She refused to open her eyes, the darkness behind them more inviting than the darkening island sand. Suddenly she let loose fresh sobs, wrapping her arms around her waist. Her long deep red hair stuck to her cheeks, where the streams of tears remained. She looked up expecting to see the two boys once more, but they had disappeared into the darkness. "Don't worry." Riku touched her shoulder, bending down with a smile. She looked up, eyes wide and expectant. He smiled. "We'll always protect you." Her voice didn't work, she reached up toward her friend, and he passed through her hand. She bit back fresh tears. He chuckled lightly and walked away. Her mind wouldn’t let her calm down, pumping adrenaline into her already weak body. Ghosts of her past, memories forgotten, continued to torment her. She pushed herself back up, rushing across the rest of her beach, trying to see past the tears in her eyes as she tore open the hut door. Run, run.It whispered, rumbling with the thunder. The storm is coming. Darkness waited for her inside. She paused, fear making her hesitate. Darkness… it reached out to her, threatening her with unseen fingers. It tumbled around her mind, encircling it with sweet lies and seemingly innocent words. She shook her head, as if arguing with someone unseen. She couldn't go on. Not even to him- Him... Her heart ached, painful burning throbs and sent her to her knees. Who was- "Even if you get to another world-" She laughed, the sound sweet, innocent and foolish. "What will you do there?" Riku turned, looking up at her with a smile- one that held hopes and dreams and ideas of a future that didn't exist. "I haven’t really thought of that yet.” He laughed, “But we'll never know if we stay here right?" Movement at her side, "I dunno." Kairi was afraid to turn, and when she finally did. The boy, the voice, was gone- Riku's voice barley made it through her fear- "Exactly." Don't think. Run! Faster. Find Safety. She heeded the words, wiser than her own twisted feelings. She stumbled once more trying to get to get up the stairs, afraid of something that didn’t have a form or even a memory. Yet it dripped with fear all the same, following her with slow deliberate steps. She knew this fear. It had gripped her years ago and dragged her very being out of her body. Her heart had been saved back then- But who would save her this time… "Riku?" He tugged her along, refusing to look at her. The sun was gone, hiding behind the horizons of her memories. She couldn't see his face, and yet she knew something was wrong with him. Riku wasn't himself. Thunder rolled. Riku wasn't his normal self. He wasn't their fearless leader, her dear friend- The blood red sun faded. -her protector. "We have to check the raft! We might have to leave to leave now!" Riku's voice was strained. He was afraid. She was afraid. No, not afraid. Terrified. "What about So-" The name slipped off her tongue. She didn't register it. Riku spun around, eyes hard and angry. "He's coming with us!" She started back in shock. Somewhere in the back of her mind she noticed the fear. He was afraid. No, not afraid. Terrified. No one else would have noticed it. No one else would have seen the fear hiding behind the fierce anger, no one but her and him. It was a mask- a mask she saw right through. "Riku..." It wasn't a question. It was full of pity. Riku rolled his eyes, giving her that look he always did when something bothered him. He pretended not to care. “Where? Where do I go?” She sobbed pulling her tired limbs up the stairs. Who she was talking to- what she was pleading to- she couldn't say. Yet it answered all the same. Faster, Princess. Faster. Farther The unseen voice urged her faster, Find him…Find- The door at the top of the stairs didn’t open. She was sobbing full force now, pulling at the handle, willing it to open. She was afraid- afraid of darkness, of the storm. She was afraid that her friends would fall to pieces. Yet, most of all, she was afraid of the enemy that threatened to tear apart her world once more. Go! Open the door. Run to safety. “I’m trying!” She barely forced out, rattling the handle for the umpteenth time. It gave, and she threw the door open, back into the red sunlight. The tree stark black against the crimson sun set, slowly darkening with every second. She leaned against the nearest tree, trying to catch her breath, her wits- Her sanity. The Island. He’d be there. He’d be waiting. He’d save her. She even saw the silhouette of his head against the flashes of lighting over the water. She almost remembered. It was here. Right here, in the midst of the storm that took her soul. He turned, his face barley illuminated. He looked slightly frightened himself. She pushed herself harder, but it felt as if she was going slower than ever. All she had to was touch him, see his face and everything would come back. Everything. The storm was closer. The fear was growing. Run, Princess. She stumbled across the bridge, hand reaching out for the form on the other side. Her feet hit the island as- He reached out in return. Blue eyes shone with worry and fear, “Kairi?“ Lighting flashed. She fell to her knees once more... And then she was alone. Alone. Rain began to fall on the girl, wetting her skin with soothing cool breads of waters. As if apologizing, the thunder remained far away, and the lighting flashed only a precious few more times before it too faded into almost non-existence. She sat back, drawing her knees to her chest as she hugged them, trying to find some condolence. None came. Nothing but the shaky unsure feeling after fear has left, the feeling when one isn’t sure wither or not to be afraid. Kairi shook her head, brushing her hair back, in doing so trying to do the impossible task of brushing past her tears. When would the feeling stop? When would she stop fearing for her heart? When would he- She looked up, the remaining flashes of lighting sending memories of brighter carefree days, of childhood. She watched him run down the beach toward her, laughing waving something in her direction. Riku was behind him, laughing at the boy's antics to get her attention- Kairi tried to see past her tears, into illusions of past- But the sunlight blocked his face, washed out his features. He stopped, hands dropping to his side. "Kairi?" The lighting flashed again and darkness took over once more. He disappeared. Riku looked up at her, and sighed. Then he too faded away- "No! Wait!" She screamed scrambling toward the edge. She almost fell- Arms gently wrapped around her, stopping her, cathcing her coaxing her into solid warmth. She started, bright eyes full of fear, but the face was familiar. She shut her eyes and held her breath, trying to stop the sobs, but they broke through her barriers. She buried her face in his shoulder as he lightly ran a hand through her hair, trying to calm the girl out of her hysteria. She continued to try and stop her sobs, still trembling. “What happened? What happened that night? Why can’t I remember?” She shook her head, still buried in the comfort of his arm, “Why hasn’t Riku come home? Why hasn’t things gone back to-“ She didn’t say it but he knew he what she meant. Her world was still crumbling down, just as everyone else’s began to rebuild itself. His arms tightened as her cries continued. “Why won’t all my memories- Where are they? Where did they go?” He had no words of comfort, no sweet nothings to calm her down. Just his presence, as if that would fight away the darkness still threatening the light in her. His hand rested on her head, silently remind her of his presence; her curled tightly against him, seeking some child-like comfort. They sat like that for what seemed like ages, the rain soaking the both of them, still apologizing for letting the storm scaring the girl so badly. The boy seemed to understand, looking up and letting the rain run down his face in some sort of acceptance. After long moments of just being there, Kairi finally stilled, eyes falling shut in a dreamless, fearless sleep. The boy brushed the hair away from her closed eyes, watching how her eyelashes made dark crescents on her cheeks. “Is she ok?” The words didn’t seem to startle the boy. He nodded slightly, suddenly, but gracefully shifting Kairi into his arms. He stood fluidly. The girl’s weight didn’t seem to faze him. Without a word of explanation of how he knew to find her here, he turned to the others waiting quietly on the bridge. They were peers, a boy and girl, their own age- childhood friends and fellow schoolmates. They all looked somewhere between releived and still scared out of their mind. The boy was leaning his hands on his knees still breathing heavily. while his friend stood next to him, hand over her rapidly beating heart. Both were dressed in their night clothes, respective bright blues and yellows dulled by the rain and dark. The boy's once bright gold locks and the girl's once chocolate flips were flatted, soaked by the storm.The boy pushed himself up and stepped forward, mouth half opened to speak, “It’s alright, Titus. Where’s Waka?” The girl pointed where their older friend waited by the docks, her voice still missing.. The quiet boy nodded, giving them a half smile that didn't quiet reach his icy blue eyes. The two friends watched him carry her back into the hut, out of sight, as he traveled back to their boats. The girl sighed, putting her face in her hands and leaned against the poupu tree. Titus looked confused and worried all at once, rubbing the back of his head with one hand. “I thought this was over. I thought when he retur-“ He looked at the girl, her green eyes caught somewhere far away. “Selphie?” Selphie picked up her head, shaking back her hair, now limp and wet by her shoulders. “I guess not everything is back to normal for Kairi. It’s like something’s still missing.” Titus nodded, watching the boy converse with Waka, Kairi now just a limp form in his arms. “Let’s hope Riku comes back soon then.” Selphie shook her head, “I don’t think she’s just waiting for Riku.” “What are you talking about?” When Selphie didn't respond, Titus just sighed, "Well be thankful he's here. If he didn't come home, I don't think there'd be a chance in blizball of us getting Kairi back to normal." Selphie nodded absent mindedly as the boy set Kairi down in the boat, and turned to look back up at the other two. Selphie frowned, her heart beating wildly in her chest. Something wasn’t right. The boy waved them over, and somewhere in the back of her mind, Selphie heard Titus respond. He tugged at her wet night gown, and she started to follow. But something caught her eye. The last silent flashes of lighting made their way across the water, illuminating the island for a mere moment. Both Selphie and the boy locked eyes. For a single second, it wasn’t his pale hair radiating in the night, but soft brown locks shining in sunlight, and laughter rung in her ears. Then it was gone. The boy was standing there, shamelessly staring back, but something about his posture told her he knew. She knew. She frowned, feeling something twist, an ache in her heart. Something wasn’t right. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Comments feed me, and I don't see a "Don't feed the Author" sign anywhere. xD
I stalked you to your FFnet account so I've already read this but since I havn't left you a comment there, I might as well tell you here as you continue. xD Yay Riku! :looks around: What? :hides in fangirl corner: Anywho, I love the fact that Riku is still paranoid. Such a smartie. It's so in character and yet one of those traits that everyone overlooks- Like Sora with a turtle. XD I'm still laughing over that by the way. I loved Zexion in this chapter. When he turned into Axel I'm pretty sure I gave a little squeak because I was that scared. xP Roxas' anger was lovely to read as you discribed it rather well. :nod: Anywho, I'm waiting for chapter III... again. :p
Umm... *looks around now that everyone is staring at her* ... Hi. XD So- Anyone want to tell me how to do a hyperlink? I.E When you click a text and it takes you to another site. *sigh* You know I can program and fix computers but I don't know HTML from squat. :p
Wow. Vi-o-lence.... Blood and gore much? This is so much darker than the fics I write... and I like. XD Hmm, Very interesting. I don't have much to say as I don't have much to go on, but I really want to see Dante in action more as well as to figure out what the heck is going on. Man I love the insanely cryptic. :excitment: More please. :D
Alright. Chapters I and II are under Broken Chains (Kingdom Hearts AU) but are we supposed to put new threads for each chapter. I'm ignorant and a NooB. Ignore me. (silence) Good job! XD Anywho this is Chapter three of my Fanfiction and this is also the chapter that started it all. :p There are also quite a few answers in here. So I hope you enjoy it. Summary: When Sora refuses to forget Namine he is left with broken memories he insists on remembering himself. Yet while he sleeps his world is slowly disolving around him. Can his other half save his home while his best friend continues to search for a way to wake him up? His childhood friend continue to forget him as Kairi slowly crumbles under the weight of her own forgotten memories. They are all running out of time as The Organization continues to find ways to hurt them all. (Not sure if you want to read this? Watch the Trailer): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NQJkvbRn6UE | Chapter I and II | _______xXx_______ Chapter Three: The White Room “Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.” -Barbara Kingsolver There had been nothing but the continuous hum of the case in which the silhouette of a boy hovered, floating in the dark mist. She had forgotten how many hours she had stood there over these past two years, just watching him sleep. How often she had sat on this floor, thousands of papers around her, physical representations of his old life. The life he was leaving her to go back to… at least that what she thought was going to happen. The silence had proved it, hadn’t it? However, the soft quiet was shattered today by the harsh resounding footsteps of black boots. The girl clad in white standing by the capsule did not move or turn. “You called for me?” the man’s deep voice was loud and rang throughout the white room. His stark black and scarlet outfit stood out against the cold white of the room and the pale girl's own colorless outfit. The girl didn’t turn, but placed her hand on the cold glass. “He’s waking up.” The footsteps stopped. Silence took back over as both man and girl stilled. “Isn’t a little early?” Scared blue eyes turned and stared up at him from under blonde fringe, “Far too early.” “Is that going to be a problem?” The girl turned back around, staring up at the sleeping boy. The silence continued. The man’s one visible amber eye narrowed. “Naminé?” “He’s taken over.” She barley whispered, “He’s putting his own memories back. Slowly, almost painfully, but he... he won't let me help.” “How is he doing this?” “I don’t know.” The girl sounded lost, confused. The man gave a dark chuckle, “Less work for you, I suppose?” More silence. The scarlet clad visitor began to get annoyed. “Naminé…” “I haven’t finished taking apart his-“ she paused, turning slightly. “My memories again… He’s putting his old memories back together before I finished taking apart the ones I created here! He’s trying to remember everything. He’s so worried about promises that now he’s trying to keep them all.” The blonde’s voice had risen till she was practically yelling. She shut her eyes tight, afraid of her own words. The man merely looked up, cocking his head in thought. “Is that so bad?” The girl looked abruptly lost, eyes wide with surprise. She sputtered a moment, holding both clenched hands to her chest, looking hurt. The scarlet man was silent a moment longer before he smiled, “Retaining all his memories… then it should be easier-“ “You don’t understand!” the blonde girl interrupted hotly, throwing her hands down. “His memories won’t all return. Those around him will still forget! There will be missing links!” “Missing links?” She nodded, still looking hurt. Her voice was noticablly softer. “There isn’t enough room in his heart for both of them. When he rejected my help in taking apart my memories, his heart has tried to meld them together.” He voice slowly lost it energy as she spoke, and her eyes softened as she looked back up at the sleeping boy. “By keeping mine, he’s elected to lose others.” “Lose?” The man’s voice sounded worried, “Naminé, which ones will he lose?!” She turned away, shaking her head, “I don’t know. I don’t.” "What do you mean?" "He keeps saying he made promise. He won't let himself forget. No matter how many time I push him away but he won't let me go." "Or perhaps you don't have as much control over his memories as you once believed." The words send confusion across the girl's face. The Scarlet Man didn't elaborate but instead stared up at the clear case once more, through the smoky mist, to the boy floating inside. A faint smile graced the child’s lips, as if he knew a secret they didn’t. The Man made a small noise of discontentment before turning sharply on the ball of his foot and started walking back. “There’s more.” The man started at the girl’s quiet words, and paused. He cocked his head backward as she continued, “Kairi still doesn’t remember him. Now there are just broken memories with a forgotten face. There’s such a hole inside her and she doesn’t know what to do. I think she's losing her light.” “You've suspected that for a while. We’ve already taken care of that…” “We don’t know if he’ll fill the hole." The girl's hands rested where her own heart should be, "I know he volunteered, to set things right, but I know… it won’t work.” The girl shook her head. “How do you know that?” “Because I wouldn’t forget him- wouldn’t replace him.” She whispered so softly, it was almost overcome by the gentle hum of the case in front of her. “I should have gone instead.” “It’s too risky, Naminé.” The man’s voice was final, “We are not yet sure what being in contact with Kairi will do to you.” “I don’t care.” Her voiced sounded bitter, she put a hand on the glass case again, “It was my fault everything was so messed up and I tried to fix everything but everything has just… just got worse.” She gently laid her forehead against the glass. The man stared down at the girl, back not half as rigid as “There’s something you’re not telling me.” Another moment’s pause and she sighed. “Roxas’ memories are interfering.” “Roxas? His memories of Twilight-“ “No. The ones he’s making now…” “Sora can see those?” “Yes.” "I see. Then perhaps we should not have..." His voice faded. He sighed, “What do you suggested we do then?” The girl barley turned to look at him. There was a distinct pause, which was dramatic and tense even if she didn’t mean it to be. Finally she answered in a small and tentative voice. “Send Riku for the King.” The Scarlet Man narrowed his eyes. The girl stumbled over her next words in an effort to continue. “Have the King come! He’ll know-“ “What are our other choices?” Her eyes grew hard. “There are no other choices.” “Don’t lie to me, Naminé. There are always other choices.” The girl faltered. She twisted her hands around themselves in despreate attempt to think. “Send…" He voice faded before she lifted in her head, eyes absolute, "Send for Riku. Maybe… maybe he can help.” “Very well…” The man turned again but paused. He seemed wrapped up in his own thoughts, his own broken plans and ideas before he sighed, “What has happened, Naminé?” “Memories are unpredictable.” An ironic chuckle that started small then grew until it was a full out laugh. “Much like hearts I suppose. I thought I had learned all there was. Unpredictable, are they?” “This is why they shouldn’t be messed with.” She spoke with the air of someone who has learned a mistake before, only to make it agian. He made a small noise of agreement, “Do what you have to do.” Then the sound of his boots hitting the floor echoed across the room. Finally, complete silence once again. It ate up time and space, until it was broken by the dull drips of tears on the circular green designs of the floor. “Even if you take apart the chain of memories in my heart the links are still there, right Sora?” She laid her head back against the glass orb. “Why couldn’t you just leave them alone? I don’t want to have to-” She put her hands up by her head, letting her wieght sag against it. (I’ll come back you after I wake up-) More silent tears hit the floor. “I’m sorry, Sora…” ________________ I love Comments, but I love it even more when you're truthful. :nod:
Ok... Keepin' it real... good lord Did I really just say that? XP Nuhya... H'okay. You have a really intresting idea going on here. And you have a pretty good grasp on discriptions, albeit a little repetative. Here's where I'm going to give some Constructive crit. Beef up your discriptions. I know we don't know the man's name yet but give us some sort of bigger discription or at least say "he". Seeing "The Man" over and over again get's repetative and boring. Plus when you have two unknown men it gets' confusing... Both Make reader lose intrest. Using such phrases as "--Meanwhile, in another location--" is kinda amatur. Again paint pictures with your words. Then again I'm kinda a discription junkie so that might just be me. :D Either way you have a good start and I do want to read more. I'm also glad you want people to stay real when they tell you. I give you a 3.5 out of 5.... Which is really good. Trust me.
I'm not going to lie. I kinda was hoping for a CG beginning to Re:CoM cause you know if they did one, Axel would have been in there. Sadly however, my hopes and dreams were shattered. And you're right, it would be a very very sad moive, but still, if they had it fallow up until Riku took Roxas and Kinda had Sora floating around at the end... it would prolly be their best corse of action. And I totally agree with that link... (Hillarious by the way) My best friend can play Roxas' Theme on Piano and it gets me every time I hear it. :tear:
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I always though something like the entire Roxas Story would be cool as a movie. You'd cut out alot of the Disney Characters, and it's something I think alot of people still have questions about. Seeing Axel and the others CG would prolly be about the coolest thing ever. xD But that's just my two cents... though it may only be worth one. :D
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Muh-nuh... :deflates: yeah, Sora is such a hard character for me to write. I tried to get the same kind of anger out of him that he had in CoM toward Larxene. Passionate and reekless... but it didn't come out this way. XP Ah well... Sora will be Sora. I should prolly keep toward the happy-go-lucky side of him. xD I'm glad you're looking forward to more. :nod:
PLEASE NOTE: Anything in Italics and Parentheses are "memories" or rather lines taken from the Orginal works of Kingdom Hearts. XD Thanks again! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Two: Fragmented Memories "I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it. Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly aware of the unreality, the evanescence of the world, a fleeting image in the moving water." -Eugene Ionesco Sora fell, and continued to fall, faster and faster into darkness with the wind rushing through his ears. He didn’t fight it, but let his head fall back, giving into the piercing wind. It bit at his cheeks and hands, making them twinge with pain, but he remained limp, letting gravity to what it would with him. Just when he thought he could fall forever, he simply stopped. He opened his eyes. Everything was white except the purple and green designs of the floor the only thing giving him some sort of distance between him and an invisible white wall. That couldn’t be right. This wasn’t his island. Mist covered his sight. He blinked sleepily and shut his eyes again. This time he fell slowly, almost as if he was flying through the air. Everything was soft as a cloud, and Sora actually felt a smile spread across his face. A peaceful happy smile, that reached his very heart. It tugged at something there, something like a stray string on a sweater, annoying and intriguing all at once. (I can’t believe it…) His voice echoed around him, but he wasn’t sure if it was his thoughts or merely past words coming back to him. He didn’t remember these words but it no longer scared him. They were supposed to come back this way… The clouds broke around him giving way to actual wind, soft and sweet like the sea. Sora could practically smell the sweet paupu fruit that grew in Destiny Island (I actually flew… I wonder what Ka-) His mind hitched again, and Sora began to get annoyed. He knew her name. Almost better than he knew his own, written on his very heart. However the letters didn’t make any sense. Like ancient Greek or child’s writing, the letters jumbled about in the air and didn’t let him understand. Who was she? “Sora! Answer me!†He knew that voice, and this one he could even put a face to. What did Riku want now? He was trying to remember her name. Riku’s voice sounded again, even though this time the words were jumbled. He should probably wake up. Perhaps being awake could help him remember her name. Sora tried opening his eyes again. Everything blurred for a moment, before he blinked once or twice, and reached a hand up to rub at his eyes. The buckles on his gloves clanked against his nose but he finally cleared his vision. He wasn’t flying anymore. He was back on his island. He smiled almost sleepily. “What a crazy dream…†he muttered softly. They were by the waterfall now, the fresh clean water sprayed in Sora’s face waking him up even more. Riku was there and the red headed girl. Both looked far too worried for their own good. The girl kept looking between her two friends, and Sora noticed tears in her eyes. He felt bad. First he couldn’t remember her name, and now she was crying. He tried to speak, wet his lips and tried again, reaching up his hand. “Don’t cry, Naminé.†He said without with thinking. His hand fell as soon as he realized what he said. She wasn’t Naminé... The girl looked stricken, and turned to Riku who was shaking his head. “Sorry…†was all Sora could force out. He felt so awful. How could he forget her name? Sora was far more awake now. His head hurt, but that was it. Yet all children got bumps and bruises. In fact his mother would ask him if he was sick if he didn’t come home with some kind of scrape. He looked at Riku as if his older friend would finally tell him what was going on. Why were things so messed up? Why couldn’t he remember- Sora hit himself lightly on the forhead with the heels of his hands. It was right on the tip of his tounge. "Sora?" He voice caught his attention, and Sora tried to see past the sun to her face. "You know who I am? Right?" Sora opened his mouth to explain, only to find nothing there. He looked away ashamed, and lightly shook his head. Her gasp sent a sharp jab through his heart, and Riku sighed, a little more shakily than normal. Sora peeked back, trying to sit up. His head felt lightly. “Go get Naminé…†Riku finally commanded the girl. She looked torn between staying with Sora and listening to the older boy’s directions. She opened her mouth to say something but Riku cut her off throwing his arm out in the direction of the tree house. “Now!“ She looked at Sora once more, before she took off running toward the tree house. Riku tentatively helped Sora sit up and handed him an earthen ware cup. Sora noted the chipped edge and knew it was one of the cups that his mom had given the three of them to use on his island. (What happened to my Home? My Island?) “Drink.†Sora obeyed, choosing to ignore his own frightening words floating through his head. As the cool clean water ran down his throat, Sora could feel the pain in his head lessen. Riku was still staring at him nervously, as if Sora would collapse any minute. “Sora, What’s wrong? You’re scaring Ka-“ Again that millisecond of silence, blocking out that name... It was important and Sora want- no, needed to remember. He was getting really annoyed now. In a completely uncharacteristic and sudden move, he threw down the cup and it shattered. The pieces flew into the air, and Riku threw up an arm to block his face. Sora forced himself to stand. Storm clouds seeped onto the island, but Sora didn’t take too much notice. The wind blew across the island, as Sora stood there, upset and angry for reasons he didn’t understand. ("I hate her. It's not fair she's the one who made me remeber.") He opened his mouth to speak, but something caught his eye- a mixture of red and white. He turned to see the redheaded girl standing at the top of the path, practically crying, her hand clenched around one of her long necklaces. Sora looked past her, at the tiny blond behind her. An abrupt wind played the edges of their pink and white dresses. She held a large sketch book to her chest, and she looked as if she was about to cry as well. The soft melodious sound of metal being pushed onto metal by the wind reached his ears, and it sounded like chains in the wind. Sora took a step forward- “Naminé?†She shook her head and motioned to the red head in front of her. Sora felt his heart tug. Something was wrong. His hands clenched. Something like anger or frustration boiled up inside him, and he shut his eyes tight. (I’m not supposed to be in this picture.) “No!†Sora practically shouted, his voice rising like it always did when he got excited or upset. The words were out of his mouth before he registered them. “I’ll find you after I wake up.†(“You’ll forget me.â€) “No. I’m not going to forget!†He now yelled, as thunder rolled over head. With it a multitude of voices thundered across the island as well. They were memories- ones from a trip, a journey across time and space, now forgotten. It was if the blonde girl was hurling them at him forcing him to remember. Sora threw his hands up to block out the continuous noise. White covered his vision instead. He was floating again. Like before, but it was no longer peaceful. It was like trying to swim upward without knowing which way was up. His eyes only half opened. His limbs were as heavy as lead, even though he himself felt light as air. It was as if… he was trying to wake up, but someone wouldn’t let him. In the midst of this painful confusion, Naminé’s voice whispered in his ear. “I’m sorry, Sora…†-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don’t get any reviews, this won’t be continued here because I'm guessing that no one likes it. :( That and I'm kinda of a comment Whore. XD
Cheers to that. Even though I too love FFnet, I am doing the same. Looking forward to Chapter Two.
KL93 would you like to join forces with I? *Dramatic pose* Together we can rule the AMV world. :evil laugh: Meh, I just need a partner. :giggle:
