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This is a new fanfic I'm just starting. I hope you guys like it!
Ketso woke up, yawned, and changed into his regular outfit. He brushed his teeth and washed his face, ran a comb through his spikey blonde hair and ran downstairs. The other kids in the orphanage looked up and back down when they saw who it was. Just Ketso. Ketso frowned and ate his breakfast in silence. He sat away from the other kids. He was older than most of them. A fourteen year old in a home for a bunch of little kids. Something sticky smacked him in the head. He rubbed his neck and turned around on the bench he was sitting on. A sticky, rolled up pancake.
Three guys in black clothes snickered. They were about fifteen. The idiots walked over to him.
"I don't have time for your stupid jokes, okay?" Ketso said. He started to get up, bringing his tray to the trash. The pack of wolves' leader, Kade, slammed the tray into Ketso's face.
"That's fine, Ketso. We can make your beating short." Kade and his goones dragged Ketso outside. He thrashed to break away, but he couldn't escape the boys. They stood him up, holding his arms behind him and his head back. Kade drew his fist back when suddenly an angel's voice called out to them.
"Cut it out you stupid idiots!" Well, more or less an angel. Kairi and Selphie ran up. Kairi spoke again, red in the face from running so fast.
"Do you guys want Sora and Riku on your tails? 'Cause I can have them out here in a milisecond!"
The boys stared at Kairi, the colour draining from their faces. You didn't mess with Kairi. Because if you messed with Kairi, you messed with Sora and Riku, too. And Sora and Riku were the two best fighters on this island.
Selphie glared. "You heard her! Get!" She said, clobbering Kade in the head with her Nunchuku. The boys ran off.
"You alright, Ketso?" Kairi asked. There was concern in her eyes.
"I'm fine." Ketso said, quietly. "You don't hafta worry about me, Kairi. You either, Selph."
Ketso avoided their concerned gazes. He looked at the clock hanging over the entrance of the orphanage. He was ten minutes late to meet his friends. He bolted away after mumbling a 'thanks again' to the girls. Kairi shook her head after him.
"Why do you do that, Kairi? Why are we always so nice to that boy?" Selphie asked.
"Shut up, Selphie! He's different and he gets picked on for it. We should help the kid." Kairi said, elbowing her friend.
Ketso tip-toed up the stairs quietly. He opened the door to the Paopu Island, praying that the squeaky door of the Sea-side shack wouldn't creak. It looked like he'd gotten up here without a sound. He was going to sneak up on his friends.
Friends. Ketso loved having friends. Ever since he was little, Ketso remembered being excluded or cast away from the crowd. But two people had seen him when he was invisible. Jord and Kora, his two best friends. Oh, sure, Selphie and Kairi were nice to him, but he was sure it was just pity. Riku couldn't care less, or at least that's how he acted. Sora was nice to everyone on the island, so he didn't count.
Jord and Kora were sitting on the twisted tree that held all the paopu. Ketso squinted as he saw Jord giving Kora something. He seemed nervous, rubbing the back of his neck and blushing. Ketso looked harder. Kora flipped her black hair and swung her legs. She took what Jord was giving her.
It was a paopu. Half eaten, too. Ketso's eyes widened. Kora finished the fruit. She scooted closer to Jord, and he put his arm around her. They just stared out into the ocean. Ketso knew it was love.
He slipped quietly into the sea-side shack, and when the coast was clear, he just ran. He didn't even know where he was running to, until he realized that his feet were carrying him to the Secret Place. He stood just outside the entrance, hidden from sight by the waterfall. Ketso had never been there before. He was never invited. Nobody would look for him there. It could be his refuge, his haven. However, if he was caught, the other kids would hate him even more. The secret place was like a club; you had to be picked to go in first.
Ketso summoned up his nerve and half-crawled into the secret place. Once inside, he wandered down the winding path, running his fingers across the wall. Kids had drawn things on the rocks, funny pictures. He sat down, stretching his legs out and ran a hand through his hair.
"They promised they'd always include me. They said they'd never leave me out."
"They lied." Said a voice in Ketso's head.
"They didn't even tell me. Is this what it feels like when your heart breaks? This pain?" Ketso asked nobody.
"No," said the voice. Ketso realized that it wasn't just in his head. He got up.
"Who are you? And what is this, then?!"
The voice chuckled. "This pain you feel..." The voice said, softly. Then it got deeper and louder. "Is what happens when your heart DIES."
Ketso braced for an attack. "No! What are you talking about?! A heart doesn't just DIE!"
A figure in a dark cloak appeared out of nowhere.
"Oh really?" The figure plunged its hand into Ketso's chest, grabbed something and pulled its hand back out. It held out a dark black heart, somewhat shriveled and very dead looking. It was cracked in half.
"Then what do you call this?" It asked, laughing.
"My heart! What did you do?!" Ketso said, falling backwards out of surprise. He braced himself for the landing, closing his eyes. He opened them when he realized that he wasn't falling onto the dusty ground. He looked around. He was falling in nothing!
"The darkness surrounds you!" That same voice bellowed. Ketso shook his head and stretched his hands out, grasping nothing. All he could see was darkness. There was nothing there.
"I've been having these weird thoughts lately. Like, is any of this for real?" Ketso asked, confused. "Or not?" Ketso became even more confused; he could've sworn he had heard another boy saying the exact same thing. Ketso finally landed on all fours. He looked up to see what had caught him. A huge glass platform with some princess on it. Three pedestals rose up from the ground.
"Which is the power you seek?" That voice called. A sword, staff, and shield appeared on the pedestals. Ketso paid no attention.
"Wait!" he called angrily. "Who are you?! I want answers!"
The voice said nothing. Ketso glared. He walked to the nearest thing, the sword. Just to see what it meant. He felt a strange force repelling him. He turned away from it, trying the shield and staff. Again, he could never reach them. He walked back to the middle of the room, shaking his head.
"I don't think any of these things are for me. Again, I don't belong!" Ketso half yelled. What was wrong with him? The voice laughed.
"You're absolutely right, Heartless." The glass shattered beneath Ketso's feet.
"What?! Don't call me that!" Ketso called, falling down into more darkness. 'Well,' Ketso thought. 'He can call me whatever he wants. He has my heart. I am heartless!' He realized, his eyes widening as he fell.
Ketso woke up, yawned, and changed into his regular outfit. He brushed his teeth and washed his face, ran a comb through his spikey blonde hair and ran downstairs. The other kids in the orphanage looked up and back down when they saw who it was. Just Ketso. Ketso frowned and ate his breakfast in silence. He sat away from the other kids. He was older than most of them. A fourteen year old in a home for a bunch of little kids. Something sticky smacked him in the head. He rubbed his neck and turned around on the bench he was sitting on. A sticky, rolled up pancake.
Three guys in black clothes snickered. They were about fifteen. The idiots walked over to him.
"I don't have time for your stupid jokes, okay?" Ketso said. He started to get up, bringing his tray to the trash. The pack of wolves' leader, Kade, slammed the tray into Ketso's face.
"That's fine, Ketso. We can make your beating short." Kade and his goones dragged Ketso outside. He thrashed to break away, but he couldn't escape the boys. They stood him up, holding his arms behind him and his head back. Kade drew his fist back when suddenly an angel's voice called out to them.
"Cut it out you stupid idiots!" Well, more or less an angel. Kairi and Selphie ran up. Kairi spoke again, red in the face from running so fast.
"Do you guys want Sora and Riku on your tails? 'Cause I can have them out here in a milisecond!"
The boys stared at Kairi, the colour draining from their faces. You didn't mess with Kairi. Because if you messed with Kairi, you messed with Sora and Riku, too. And Sora and Riku were the two best fighters on this island.
Selphie glared. "You heard her! Get!" She said, clobbering Kade in the head with her Nunchuku. The boys ran off.
"You alright, Ketso?" Kairi asked. There was concern in her eyes.
"I'm fine." Ketso said, quietly. "You don't hafta worry about me, Kairi. You either, Selph."
Ketso avoided their concerned gazes. He looked at the clock hanging over the entrance of the orphanage. He was ten minutes late to meet his friends. He bolted away after mumbling a 'thanks again' to the girls. Kairi shook her head after him.
"Why do you do that, Kairi? Why are we always so nice to that boy?" Selphie asked.
"Shut up, Selphie! He's different and he gets picked on for it. We should help the kid." Kairi said, elbowing her friend.
Ketso tip-toed up the stairs quietly. He opened the door to the Paopu Island, praying that the squeaky door of the Sea-side shack wouldn't creak. It looked like he'd gotten up here without a sound. He was going to sneak up on his friends.
Friends. Ketso loved having friends. Ever since he was little, Ketso remembered being excluded or cast away from the crowd. But two people had seen him when he was invisible. Jord and Kora, his two best friends. Oh, sure, Selphie and Kairi were nice to him, but he was sure it was just pity. Riku couldn't care less, or at least that's how he acted. Sora was nice to everyone on the island, so he didn't count.
Jord and Kora were sitting on the twisted tree that held all the paopu. Ketso squinted as he saw Jord giving Kora something. He seemed nervous, rubbing the back of his neck and blushing. Ketso looked harder. Kora flipped her black hair and swung her legs. She took what Jord was giving her.
It was a paopu. Half eaten, too. Ketso's eyes widened. Kora finished the fruit. She scooted closer to Jord, and he put his arm around her. They just stared out into the ocean. Ketso knew it was love.
He slipped quietly into the sea-side shack, and when the coast was clear, he just ran. He didn't even know where he was running to, until he realized that his feet were carrying him to the Secret Place. He stood just outside the entrance, hidden from sight by the waterfall. Ketso had never been there before. He was never invited. Nobody would look for him there. It could be his refuge, his haven. However, if he was caught, the other kids would hate him even more. The secret place was like a club; you had to be picked to go in first.
Ketso summoned up his nerve and half-crawled into the secret place. Once inside, he wandered down the winding path, running his fingers across the wall. Kids had drawn things on the rocks, funny pictures. He sat down, stretching his legs out and ran a hand through his hair.
"They promised they'd always include me. They said they'd never leave me out."
"They lied." Said a voice in Ketso's head.
"They didn't even tell me. Is this what it feels like when your heart breaks? This pain?" Ketso asked nobody.
"No," said the voice. Ketso realized that it wasn't just in his head. He got up.
"Who are you? And what is this, then?!"
The voice chuckled. "This pain you feel..." The voice said, softly. Then it got deeper and louder. "Is what happens when your heart DIES."
Ketso braced for an attack. "No! What are you talking about?! A heart doesn't just DIE!"
A figure in a dark cloak appeared out of nowhere.
"Oh really?" The figure plunged its hand into Ketso's chest, grabbed something and pulled its hand back out. It held out a dark black heart, somewhat shriveled and very dead looking. It was cracked in half.
"Then what do you call this?" It asked, laughing.
"My heart! What did you do?!" Ketso said, falling backwards out of surprise. He braced himself for the landing, closing his eyes. He opened them when he realized that he wasn't falling onto the dusty ground. He looked around. He was falling in nothing!
"The darkness surrounds you!" That same voice bellowed. Ketso shook his head and stretched his hands out, grasping nothing. All he could see was darkness. There was nothing there.
"I've been having these weird thoughts lately. Like, is any of this for real?" Ketso asked, confused. "Or not?" Ketso became even more confused; he could've sworn he had heard another boy saying the exact same thing. Ketso finally landed on all fours. He looked up to see what had caught him. A huge glass platform with some princess on it. Three pedestals rose up from the ground.
"Which is the power you seek?" That voice called. A sword, staff, and shield appeared on the pedestals. Ketso paid no attention.
"Wait!" he called angrily. "Who are you?! I want answers!"
The voice said nothing. Ketso glared. He walked to the nearest thing, the sword. Just to see what it meant. He felt a strange force repelling him. He turned away from it, trying the shield and staff. Again, he could never reach them. He walked back to the middle of the room, shaking his head.
"I don't think any of these things are for me. Again, I don't belong!" Ketso half yelled. What was wrong with him? The voice laughed.
"You're absolutely right, Heartless." The glass shattered beneath Ketso's feet.
"What?! Don't call me that!" Ketso called, falling down into more darkness. 'Well,' Ketso thought. 'He can call me whatever he wants. He has my heart. I am heartless!' He realized, his eyes widening as he fell.
