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Yeah! I finally got the courage to post my first fanfiction on this board. I hope you enjoy it!
Summary: The worlds are in chaos and to protect the world order it will take more than one strong will. Sora and BHK team up and work together through the evil that is yet to come.
Chapter 1
Large rain drops poured down on the pavement. The air was heavy with moisture and the wind was still. It was dark, the sun had set and the lights of the city were dimly lit. The large billboards on the buildings were drenched with water and the neon signs blinked on and off.
Footsteps of a lone figure echoed throughout the streets. They moved slowly, their stride slow and purposeful. Their shoulders slightly hunched and their head down. If another person had been walking past they would think nothing of this. Just another late night owl out to seek the thrills of night life. Yet their thoughts would change immediately when they saw the long silver keyblade held in the person’s hand.
Sora was cold, wet and tired. His black clothes were soaked and chilling him to the bone. The silence of the city irked him. It was deafening. He was not surprised with his conclusion of the place.
Nobody was here.
No sound of cars rushing past, people talking, no signs of life whatsoever. Only the pitter pat of the rain kept him company.
Sora sighed and adjusted his grip on the keyblade. Maybe he should of brought Goofy and Donald with him. Maybe they shouldn’t have parted. But they did, at the crossroads, after escaping castle oblivion and its memories. Sora had taken the middle road without looking back. He would never know which road his friends took.
He came to what looked like the main square of the city. The large area was empty, not to his surprise and a huge screen on one of the larger buildings blinked through faded ads. He walked to the center and stared up at the sky. Endless droplets of water fell on his face. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
Behind him, creatures loomed up from the ground. They stalked forward, their bright yellow eyes on the boy with the key. Their antennas twitching with anticipation.
Sora had opened his eyes and noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. Whipping around he gripped his keyblade in front of him and surveyed the scene before him. Heartless were forming everywhere, in front of him and behind. Sora grit his teeth. Now he knew why this city was empty.
Transfering the keyblade to his right hand he swung it at the heartless nearest him. It vanished in a wisp of black smoke. The creatures now seeing that Sora had made his first move pounced on him from all directions. Thinking quickly, he lashed out in a series of quick combos that destroyed the majority of heartless within his reach. He could see more and more forming out of the gloom, he was hoplessley surrounded. But Sora had no fear in his eyes, he was ready. Regaining his defensive stance he prepared for a long and agonizing fight. But before he could make another move he was pushed roughly to the side.
“Wha!!” Sora yelped as he hit the ground hard.
Recovering from his fall he looked up. Through the rain that was now coming down in sheets he could make out a figure in a black cloak with a hood pulled over its head. Their back was turned to him and his eyes widened when the figure drew out a keyblade in each hand. With quick and agile moves the person slashed out at the oncoming heartless.
Sora watched with shock and admiration at the fluid movements that they performed. But those feelings soon turned to anger and annoyance when he realized that he was still lying on the ground in a helpless state. Who did this person think he was? Sora was not weak. He could fight for himself.
The cloaked figure leapt into the air, no doubt defying gravity. The heartless were attacking from above.
“Strike raid,” the person hissed and twisted their upper body around and chucked the keyblade forward. The keyblade flew into a graceful arc and took out the many heartless above them. The owner then came back down to earth with both keyblades in hand.
Sora was getting up in that moment still in frusteration and annoyance when without a word the person grabbed his hand and broke out in a full run. Sora stumbled along, having a hard time keeping up and breaking the death grip on his hand. He could hear a low rumble that signified that the hundreds of heartless were following them.
After running like a bat out of hell for ten minutes Sora finally got to stop and his hand was released. He rested his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. He looked up after a moment and took in his surroundings. He was in a thin alley way, probably far from where he had started. Feeling the stare of the other person on him, he turned to them. What he saw shocked him.
It was a boy that looked exactly Sora’s age. His blonde bangs had fallen across his eyes, blocking part of his face and the hood was still pulled up, giving the boy a mysterious look.
Wait a second……
The boy was wearing one of those cloaks that are usually associated with those of the Organization. Sora narrowed his eyes. Who was this guy?
As though reading his thoughts the boy stepped forward and in a voice tinged with adolescence he said, “ You are the keyblade wielder. My name is Ty.”
A/N: All righty! That's done, I have the next chapter up and ready to go but I would love to know what everybody thinks of the story so far. So, I appreciate comments and flames (just not too harsh!). Thanks! Oh, and I know most people here have heard the rumor that BHK's name is Tyke or Tyson. And if you're wondering why I named BHK "Ty", it's because I really don't like the sound of Tyke or Tyson and Ty (pronounced Tai) sounds better to me. lol.
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