Sideline Heroes
For those who are wondering, this takes place 15 years after the events of Kingdom Hearts. Everyone is grown up. There are new people (ahem, OC'S) as well as recurring characters from the series. Square Enix owns KH, not me.
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"Thinking of you, wherever you are
We pray for our sorrows to end, and hope that our hearts will blend
Now I will step forward to realize this wish
And who knows?
starting a new journey may not be so hard,
or maybe it has already begun
There are many worlds, but they share the same sky.
One sky, one destiny."
We pray for our sorrows to end, and hope that our hearts will blend
Now I will step forward to realize this wish
And who knows?
starting a new journey may not be so hard,
or maybe it has already begun
There are many worlds, but they share the same sky.
One sky, one destiny."
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Dreams were always on top of my agenda of "What was important". Nothing else mattered except achieving them or letting them fall and crash on to the pavement below. I always went for the former. One part of my dreams was to train under the great Master Eraqus, a man of power and Light. But that was just my fairytale. He was long gone, destroyed by a man named Xehanort in the books. In the Land of Departure, there was a statue of him, marking his grave in the courtyard, where they'd built a large fountain around it in his honor. Everyday when I pass it, I just stare in awe at this guy, my idol. An idol I'd never meet.
My name's Rizu Wereback, Keyblade apprentice. Land of Departure has been my home...since forever. I was born here -my mom, Besella,- helped work the garden and cleaned up the training grounds. Not much of a job, but it got me here. My father died, since he himself was a Keyblade Master, and died in battle. At least his body was intact. I had apprently met him when I was around four years old. Then he up and went into battle with some rogue keyblade masters, losing to their great number. His grave sits in the Boneyard, where many Qualified Masters are buried after death if they wish.
He died when he was only twenty-two. I don't intend on clockin' out that early, thank you very much. I'm seventeen.
One of my other dreams: To meet him. That's the day I die, I suppose.
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Since it was a Saturday, my day off for once, I got to just relax, sitting on my bedroom window, letting my feet dangle over the edge. I looked down. Man, it was a long way back down. It'd suck if I lost my balance. Holding my hand out, in a soft flash, there was my keyblade.
Clock Tower was its name. Not fancy or anything, but it looked pretty cool I suppose. The key part was in the shape of a clock, the black hands going off into pointed arrows that served as my main weaponary. Instead of numbers painted on the clock face, there were small triangles with a different colored sun in each of them. The neck, as I called it, was long and again, it ended in a a clock hand that I held in my hand. Gold spirals ran around the handle and neck as I twisted it around, sunlight catching on the glimmering blackness. The chain, a 1, dangled just by wrist.
In reality, I knew the beginning apprentices had really normal keyblades that didn't stick out. All the other "Master Qualifyiers" had amazing, beautiful blades that made my feelings turn green with envy.
I stared down at Master Eraqus's statue in the courtyard, thoughts swimming in my head. What will I do when I'm qualified? It never occured to me exactly. Maybe it was time to start--
Screams shattered down below by the statue. I didn't know what was happening until I saw the statue of Eraqus leaning forward. It landed with a loud crash, landing on several people. There were cloaked figures surrounding the back of the statue, although from my view, I couldn't see too well. Didn't matter though. I jumped up, pressing the button that unleashed my armor. Soon, I was Rizu in a black and gold suit, covering me from head to toe. Throwing my keyblade in the air, I jumped up, landing a 360, then plopped on two feet on to my blade, which had manifested itself into a Glider.
I flew down to the scene of the crime, seeng the glimmer of armored apprenticies and keyblades slashing. Woah! I skidded to a stop. Was that a chakram, I saw?! It's red rim bright and red as one cloaked figure slashed it around, hitting one guy straight in the chin, sending him flying backwards into the crushed statue. I went down as fast as I could, using the base of my Glider to smack the hooded enemy straight in the head. He staggered backwards, sending a blind chakram toward my head. I ducked, jumping off and landing next to the injured boy. I knew him: Rufus Almasy, a pain in the ass, but a Qualified Keyblade Master. He had a nasty looking wound in his chin and the chakram had cut straight through his armor!
I glanced back at the cloaked chakram holder. He was standing there, in the midst of the fight,staring at us. I felt shivers creeping down my spine: burning, hot shivers. Rufus groaned. "Rizu...the hell....?" his voice echoed softly as he attempted to sit up. I didn't say anything. The cloaked figure still stared. Was he smiling at me? I didn't know. I brought my keyblade up, holding it in a defensive form. He wouldn't come near me. He better not come near me.
"Rizu, watch..out!" I turned just in time to see a chakram land near my head, barely whisking my ear off. Flames licked the silver spikes. I noticed that this one was black, with small red lines connecting to each spoke. I growled loudly as I saw the person strutting towards us. I saw keyblades go against him, but he merely pushed them away with a fire spell that didn't look weak. "Get away from us, or I'll beat you dead!" I shouted at the incoming figure. His shoulders shook. Laughter.
Rising to my feet, I knocked the chakram on to the ground. The man raised one gloved hand and the chakram appeared in a flash of flames back in his hand. "Dead? I'm already dead, sweetheart."
"I don't give a damn! Get away!" I retorted. Rufus muttered something incohearable below me. His hand touched my calf. "Don't Rizu. Don't risk yourself." What was this annoying boy telling me?! Not to fight? The only reason I was mad was because of what they did to Eraqus's statue! Without another thought I blitzed towards the hooded man. He jumped out of the way, appearing behind me. I slid away from his incoming punch to the face and appeared behind him. I cast a blizzard spell, freezing his motions. In one mighty slash, I sent him backwards into a column and one unlucky bush. I watched his motionless body in the water, daring him to get up.
"Hey, you, look out behind--"
"What--" Oh my god! Scorching, hot flames slithered down my back, burning straight through my armor. I let out a scream, arching back furoiously. One arm around my waist kept me there, even though I struggled against it, it was like an iron pipe against my lower half. "Stop! Stop it!" I cast a weak blizzard spell, but it did nothing. The burning flames wouldn't leave, neither would the man who I had thought I'd kicked into the column. With one open eyed glance, I found out I didn't. Was it someone else? It couldn't be!
"How do you like that feeling? Want more?" his hand pressed harder against my lower back, sending more slithering burns up. I screamed louder. "I see." Then it was over. He dropped me and I ladned forward on my hands and knees, gasping for air. Thank the gods I wore a helmet. Otherwise, he'd see my tears dribbling down on the black surface.
"You...you bas...tard." I felt the burns oozing on my skin, blood was heavy in the small atmosphere around me. I shuddered heavily before falling to the cobblestones, my keyblade disappearing as my heart fell into a pool of despair and pain. My helmet was ripped off, revealing my tear-streaked face and black strands of hair stuck to my face. It was thrown aside as I felt cold, leather-clad fingers lift my face up. I looked up.
"Remember me sweetheart." I saw a glimmer of blood-red eyes. "Name's Xanze. I'll be watching you," he said in a low tone. Then was gone, placing my head none-too gently back on the pavement as I drifted off into nothingness.