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COUGH. BUMP. UDPARTION.
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BAM. A knock at the door before it was kicked open, and a figure dressed in black approached Hollow's bed. It was that idiot Hedge-Hog again. Hollow muttered curses in his head as he pulled the covers over his head. It didn't do any good.
"Rise and shine, Gopher!" Axel's all too cheery voice piped up. He grabbed a nearby pillow, swinging it into the back of Hollow's head. The dark-haired had-been-sleeping boy wouldn't give a groan. He wouldn't give Axel that satisfaction. He rolled over in his blankets, wanting to kill Axel for all this trouble.
"Aw. He's tired. I'm sorry. Does poor little Have-a-Heart wanna sleep just a little longer?" Axel asked it in too sweet a voice. He ran a hand through his own crimson, long hair. "Too bad. Get up, idiot."
Hollow couldn't stand anymore. He kicked the white sheets off of his legs, tore the comforter off, and stood up, staring down at Axel. The ruby-haired fool just laughed, rubbing a fake tear away as he pretended to double over.
"So you've got, what, an inch on me? I don't care, Hollow. I could still destroy you." He folded his arms. "Because I'm awesome. Got it memorized?"
It enraged Hollow that he was getting so upset about this. He suddenly felt very uncomfortable in Axel's presence, which irritated him further. He pushed the Hedgehog away from him. "I need to change. Get out."
"Aww. You don't want to stay in your pajamas all day, your highness?" Axel asked in mock tenderness. He walked out of the room, though, as Hollow grabbed an old steak knife from an abandoned plate on his dresser.
Finally that fool was gone. It'd been just a few weeks since they'd captured Hollow and put him in this... Place. It was annoying, and he hated it here.
Hollow was seventeen now. He was tall - Just over six feet and still growing. His hair had gotten darker, if that was possible, and his eyes still held that mysterious sun-coloured light. His features were sharp, and his skin was just under looking healthy. He didn't see anything especially good about his face, and he paid no attention to it, but he'd seen Larxene stare at him for a good long time once or twice. It annoyed him, and she was always getting on his nerves.
The people here made his skin crawl. All the sudden, out of the blue, they'd found him and restored all his memories. He remembered killing his father, or at least, making him suffer something worse than death. He remembered making nobodies out of them, and he could recall hiding from them on Halloween Town, though he didn't know he was hiding. He grew up there, and then this "Organization" captured him. Found him, and now they were running tests. On his friends. On the Heartless.
The Heartless. That was their name for them. He'd never named them. He just made them. The day after he was dropped back in Halloween Town, Hollow realized that when he cried, he created things. Things that came in dark, swirling pools of darkness. The things that wanted very much to please Hollow, and they only wanted his love.
He was lonely. He loved them, because they were his best friends and only companions. That was the only thing that kept him sane. No one talked to him in Halloween Town. But now, he could talk to the Heartless, and no one else knew what they were saying. Only him.
He must've been four. It started with Shadows, but it grew. He made more, and different species, and colours, and everything he wanted. They helped him, acted like he was their King, and he only wanted them to love him. They were equals in his mind, but they secretly adored Hollow. He loved it.
Hollow couldn't shake away those feelings, because he still had them. He loved the Heartless. They were his only friends in this place, too. Axel, Larxene, and those others... They annoyed Hollow. His only reprieve was in his room, where he took his meals, where he stayed most of the time. Sometimes, though, Marluxia and others would call him out, and he would be forced to be in their company.
So he used them. He analyzed them, found their weaknesses, let them trust him, and then he tore it away. And they were so distraught by the whole thing that they were vulnerable, and they let him do it again. Anything for his attention, because he was so mysterious and uncaring. It was pathetic, but it strengthened Hollow. It led him to the point of no return. He reached a place that would let him kill, if only he could be alone for once.
There was no one to care about other than the Heartless.
Now, though, that stupid Axel woke him up every day, early in the morning, before the Heartless could. It annoyed him, and he was bored of playing tricks on Axel. Mostly, Hollow kept to himself and read. Soon, though, he'd read all the books in this Castle Oblivion, and he actually had to TALK to people.
Like Larxene. Hollow changed into his usual clothes, consisting of long, dark pants and a soft, loose shirt with no sleeves. He didn't wear shoes - it amused him when the people here glanced at his hands and legs, seeing the tones of ebony and faltering slightly. Hollow looked around his room. He made his white bed, picked the ivory dishes up off his peeling white dresser, and walked across the lighter-than-cream coloured carpet. It was plush under his bare feet, but it didn't soothe him. He was usually a wreck when he had nothing to read and nowhere to go. It meant that he'd have to deal with those people.
Hollow hated all this white, too. Why were they constantly pushing the Light on him when they were so proud of their "darkness." Their Darkness. Hollow scorned them for associating what they did with the beauty of Darkness. Evil wasn't black. As far as Hollow was concerned, evil was white. He shook away the thoughts as he walked out of his room.
Hollow dumped the dishes in the kitchen, not even glancing at the people around him. They could crawl back under their rocks for all he cared. Then he walked out of it, on his way to the library.
For a while, he was walking alone, but then someone's footsteps got closer. They were lighter than his, faster, and they were walking on eggshells. Larxene. She crept up to Hollow's side, glancing nervously up at Hollow.
"Hey," she said breathlessly. Hollow barely glanced at her, giving her a look that made her feel incredibly self-concious. She swallowed nervously, just as he'd planned. Then she looked down, saw his black feet, and snapped her head back up.
"Yeah?" Hollow muttered, annoyed. She was always following him. It was still annoying. She pulled an antennae-like lock of hair, a nervous reaction. Hollow decided to be rude.
"Listen," he said, pulling her aside. "You gel your hair back, you dress like them, you're trying to be like the big boys, right?"
Larxene nodded, scared. Her eyes stared up at him, as if she was praying for something to happen between them. Hollow became aware of what she was thinking and pulled his hand away from her shoulder. Then, he folded his arms. "Well, if you want to BE a big boy, stop coming onto me. I hate you. I hate this place, and the only one you seem like now is Marluxia. Tell him to cut it out, too. You're both annoying, and I need you to leave me the heck alone."
Hollow hated talking. His voice was raspy and hoarse from his very few words because he mostly spoke through his mind, and only to the Heartless. Larxene just stared at him, big eyes filling with tears.
Then she acted like he thought she would. She clenched her fists, shaking her tears away, and she glared up at Hollow. She looked like she was going to take a swing at him, but she didn't.
"You think you're so great-" she started, but Hollow interrupted.
"I think Axel is just as desperate as you are. You two are close to being the same age. Go give him your heart - Oh, wait. I destroyed it. Silly me." Hollow glared, satisfied with her pain. She was sickened by him, but she liked him.
"You're sadistic, he needs pain to feel good... It'd work out between you two. But I won't take your... idiocy. So leave me alone." Hollow had done his share of words for today. Now Larxene ran off. He was alone again. Good.
He sighed. She wasn't really attracted to him - she was just playing hard to get for Axel, and Axel hated Hollow, so it was perfect. He would NOT be part of her little plan, though, and he didn't want to associate with any of them. Keep their little false-love lives to themselves.
Now he was in the - big surprise - white-themed library. He settled down with a book he hadn't read too many times, but he was interrupted by someone who sat across from him.
Hollow groaned inwardly. It wasn't Larxene - it was worse. It was Vexen.
"What do you want, you greaseball?" Hollow asked, annoyed. Vexen looked eager. He brought out...
A chess set.
"Oh, for the love of..." Hollow trailed off as Vexen set up the chess pieces.
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Thought I'd give you guys an idea of what Hollow has to go through when there's no exciting Keyblade-Business going on at the moment. Hollow's four years older than Sora, so he only has one year to wait before things get exciting. Poor Hollow-kun.
;~;
XD
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BAM. A knock at the door before it was kicked open, and a figure dressed in black approached Hollow's bed. It was that idiot Hedge-Hog again. Hollow muttered curses in his head as he pulled the covers over his head. It didn't do any good.
"Rise and shine, Gopher!" Axel's all too cheery voice piped up. He grabbed a nearby pillow, swinging it into the back of Hollow's head. The dark-haired had-been-sleeping boy wouldn't give a groan. He wouldn't give Axel that satisfaction. He rolled over in his blankets, wanting to kill Axel for all this trouble.
"Aw. He's tired. I'm sorry. Does poor little Have-a-Heart wanna sleep just a little longer?" Axel asked it in too sweet a voice. He ran a hand through his own crimson, long hair. "Too bad. Get up, idiot."
Hollow couldn't stand anymore. He kicked the white sheets off of his legs, tore the comforter off, and stood up, staring down at Axel. The ruby-haired fool just laughed, rubbing a fake tear away as he pretended to double over.
"So you've got, what, an inch on me? I don't care, Hollow. I could still destroy you." He folded his arms. "Because I'm awesome. Got it memorized?"
It enraged Hollow that he was getting so upset about this. He suddenly felt very uncomfortable in Axel's presence, which irritated him further. He pushed the Hedgehog away from him. "I need to change. Get out."
"Aww. You don't want to stay in your pajamas all day, your highness?" Axel asked in mock tenderness. He walked out of the room, though, as Hollow grabbed an old steak knife from an abandoned plate on his dresser.
Finally that fool was gone. It'd been just a few weeks since they'd captured Hollow and put him in this... Place. It was annoying, and he hated it here.
Hollow was seventeen now. He was tall - Just over six feet and still growing. His hair had gotten darker, if that was possible, and his eyes still held that mysterious sun-coloured light. His features were sharp, and his skin was just under looking healthy. He didn't see anything especially good about his face, and he paid no attention to it, but he'd seen Larxene stare at him for a good long time once or twice. It annoyed him, and she was always getting on his nerves.
The people here made his skin crawl. All the sudden, out of the blue, they'd found him and restored all his memories. He remembered killing his father, or at least, making him suffer something worse than death. He remembered making nobodies out of them, and he could recall hiding from them on Halloween Town, though he didn't know he was hiding. He grew up there, and then this "Organization" captured him. Found him, and now they were running tests. On his friends. On the Heartless.
The Heartless. That was their name for them. He'd never named them. He just made them. The day after he was dropped back in Halloween Town, Hollow realized that when he cried, he created things. Things that came in dark, swirling pools of darkness. The things that wanted very much to please Hollow, and they only wanted his love.
He was lonely. He loved them, because they were his best friends and only companions. That was the only thing that kept him sane. No one talked to him in Halloween Town. But now, he could talk to the Heartless, and no one else knew what they were saying. Only him.
He must've been four. It started with Shadows, but it grew. He made more, and different species, and colours, and everything he wanted. They helped him, acted like he was their King, and he only wanted them to love him. They were equals in his mind, but they secretly adored Hollow. He loved it.
Hollow couldn't shake away those feelings, because he still had them. He loved the Heartless. They were his only friends in this place, too. Axel, Larxene, and those others... They annoyed Hollow. His only reprieve was in his room, where he took his meals, where he stayed most of the time. Sometimes, though, Marluxia and others would call him out, and he would be forced to be in their company.
So he used them. He analyzed them, found their weaknesses, let them trust him, and then he tore it away. And they were so distraught by the whole thing that they were vulnerable, and they let him do it again. Anything for his attention, because he was so mysterious and uncaring. It was pathetic, but it strengthened Hollow. It led him to the point of no return. He reached a place that would let him kill, if only he could be alone for once.
There was no one to care about other than the Heartless.
Now, though, that stupid Axel woke him up every day, early in the morning, before the Heartless could. It annoyed him, and he was bored of playing tricks on Axel. Mostly, Hollow kept to himself and read. Soon, though, he'd read all the books in this Castle Oblivion, and he actually had to TALK to people.
Like Larxene. Hollow changed into his usual clothes, consisting of long, dark pants and a soft, loose shirt with no sleeves. He didn't wear shoes - it amused him when the people here glanced at his hands and legs, seeing the tones of ebony and faltering slightly. Hollow looked around his room. He made his white bed, picked the ivory dishes up off his peeling white dresser, and walked across the lighter-than-cream coloured carpet. It was plush under his bare feet, but it didn't soothe him. He was usually a wreck when he had nothing to read and nowhere to go. It meant that he'd have to deal with those people.
Hollow hated all this white, too. Why were they constantly pushing the Light on him when they were so proud of their "darkness." Their Darkness. Hollow scorned them for associating what they did with the beauty of Darkness. Evil wasn't black. As far as Hollow was concerned, evil was white. He shook away the thoughts as he walked out of his room.
Hollow dumped the dishes in the kitchen, not even glancing at the people around him. They could crawl back under their rocks for all he cared. Then he walked out of it, on his way to the library.
For a while, he was walking alone, but then someone's footsteps got closer. They were lighter than his, faster, and they were walking on eggshells. Larxene. She crept up to Hollow's side, glancing nervously up at Hollow.
"Hey," she said breathlessly. Hollow barely glanced at her, giving her a look that made her feel incredibly self-concious. She swallowed nervously, just as he'd planned. Then she looked down, saw his black feet, and snapped her head back up.
"Yeah?" Hollow muttered, annoyed. She was always following him. It was still annoying. She pulled an antennae-like lock of hair, a nervous reaction. Hollow decided to be rude.
"Listen," he said, pulling her aside. "You gel your hair back, you dress like them, you're trying to be like the big boys, right?"
Larxene nodded, scared. Her eyes stared up at him, as if she was praying for something to happen between them. Hollow became aware of what she was thinking and pulled his hand away from her shoulder. Then, he folded his arms. "Well, if you want to BE a big boy, stop coming onto me. I hate you. I hate this place, and the only one you seem like now is Marluxia. Tell him to cut it out, too. You're both annoying, and I need you to leave me the heck alone."
Hollow hated talking. His voice was raspy and hoarse from his very few words because he mostly spoke through his mind, and only to the Heartless. Larxene just stared at him, big eyes filling with tears.
Then she acted like he thought she would. She clenched her fists, shaking her tears away, and she glared up at Hollow. She looked like she was going to take a swing at him, but she didn't.
"You think you're so great-" she started, but Hollow interrupted.
"I think Axel is just as desperate as you are. You two are close to being the same age. Go give him your heart - Oh, wait. I destroyed it. Silly me." Hollow glared, satisfied with her pain. She was sickened by him, but she liked him.
"You're sadistic, he needs pain to feel good... It'd work out between you two. But I won't take your... idiocy. So leave me alone." Hollow had done his share of words for today. Now Larxene ran off. He was alone again. Good.
He sighed. She wasn't really attracted to him - she was just playing hard to get for Axel, and Axel hated Hollow, so it was perfect. He would NOT be part of her little plan, though, and he didn't want to associate with any of them. Keep their little false-love lives to themselves.
Now he was in the - big surprise - white-themed library. He settled down with a book he hadn't read too many times, but he was interrupted by someone who sat across from him.
Hollow groaned inwardly. It wasn't Larxene - it was worse. It was Vexen.
"What do you want, you greaseball?" Hollow asked, annoyed. Vexen looked eager. He brought out...
A chess set.
"Oh, for the love of..." Hollow trailed off as Vexen set up the chess pieces.
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Thought I'd give you guys an idea of what Hollow has to go through when there's no exciting Keyblade-Business going on at the moment. Hollow's four years older than Sora, so he only has one year to wait before things get exciting. Poor Hollow-kun.
;~;
XD
Cliff hanger ftw? o.o; Sorta.