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Summary: People always say ‘expect the unexpected’. Well, no amount of expectation could have prepared him for the loss of his home and the sudden appearance of this strange key-like sword in his life. Kingdom Hearts AU.
WC: 1,354
Rating: PG13 (for language)
I wanted to try my hand at writing a Kingdom Hearts AU, and the wonderful ivysaur53535 prompted me to do it....so here it is.
I’ve been toying with the idea of doing a fully-fledged KH AU, but I’m...testing the waters slightly to see if people would actually want it. It won’t be Kingdom Hearts as we know it though (so the plot won’t follow KH1, for example, and stick the RT guys in there but it will has elements of KH in it - like the Disney worlds and stuff), and will most likely be derived from a roleplay my friends and I have been working on for the past 7 years. But it needs to be re-worked into story format (it...already is to be honest but there are strong connections to KH2 that just wouldn’t work here at all), and I’ll need the time to actually sit down and map out where I’m going with it so - for now - here is a prologue to what may follow!
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Always expect the unexpected.
That’s what they teach you right? As you grow from a naive child, living day by day without a care or a worry in the world, to an adult facing new challenges and responsibilities. The unexpected occurrences in life were supposed to challenge you, prepare you, make you stronger.
But no amount of expecting could have prepared him for this.
He remembered standing on the beach, the fierce wind whipping at his clothes and blowing his curls into his face, staring up at the large menacing shape of the shadowy creature that had appeared and proceeded to tear his very world apart. He screamed for his friends, his voice lost in the chaos, and searched with wild brown eyes for a hint of anyone, anything that could help him. Save him.
And then, in the blink of an eye, he was standing in the middle of a platform and it was silent. The lighting was soft and speckled with greens and yellows and the surface he stood on, almost too solid to be real - because this was surely a dream right? - looked like stained glass and bore the image of a young woman with dark hair and a pretty yellow dress surrounded by the smaller images of small bearded men.
He huffed at the absurdity of the image, digging his hands into the front pockets of his hoodie, and his eyes were drawn to the three pedestals that had appeared around him, each with an objected suspended in the air above them.
‘Power sleeps within you. If you give it form.’
It was strange. The words seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once, almost from within him but thick in the still air and he knew, without it being explicitly stated, what he needed to do. He stepped to his right and slowly approached the pedestal with the staff above it, marvelling at how small and delicate it looked up close with its thin black handle. His eyes lingered momentarily over the black circle with the green star nestled within that sat on top.
‘It will give you form. Choose well’
He paused briefly before shaking his head and walking back to the middle of the platform, looking across at the large shield - musing on how what the staff had lacked in size the star-emblazoned shield certainly made up for - and turned to his right.
Across from him, almost waiting for him to acknowledge its existence with bated breath, was a sword. The blade made of dark steel and the hilt dark with two emerald gems inlaid upon it. He took a deep breath and stepped towards it.
‘It will give you strength. Choose well.’
He reached out a steady hand and grasped the hilt.
‘The power of the warrior. Invincible courage. A sword of terrible destruction. It this the power you seek?’
He nodded, not trusting himself to speak, and he took on the full weight of the sword as it dropped from its place suspended in air. He was only slightly surprised by how light it felt in his grip, and he lifted it up to give an experimental swing as the voice continued.
‘Your path is set. Now, what will you give up in exchange?’
Instantly his stance relaxed as he turned to the staff, drawn to it by a feeling he couldn’t quite name and a thought he couldn’t quite put words to.
‘The power of the mystic. Inner strength. The staff of wonder and ruin. You give up this power?’
He nodded, his throat dry.
‘You have chosen the power of the warrior. You’ve given up the power of the mystic. Is this the form you choose?’
His brow creased, annoyance slowly filtering through the calm that had held him since he first stepped foot on the platform. “Yeah, I chose the goddamn sword didn’t I?” He snapped, looking up at the large expanse of black above his head and resisting the urge to spin in place in an attempt to find the owner of the disembodied voice. He settled on glowering dead ahead instead at the spot of air the sword formally occupied.
‘You’ve gained the power to fight.’
“I already had the fucking power to fight you invisible fuck!”
The voice ignored him.
‘Use this power to protect yourselves and others. There will be times you have to fight.’
“Well, isn’t that swell!”
He was pretty sure he heard the voice sigh, and a wave of triumph washed through him. He grinned, a mightily smug look on his face and when the voice continued it did so in a slightly exasperated tone.
‘Keep your light burning strong.’
He raised an eyebrow and looked up. “What the actual fu-”
His surroundings dissolved into a burst out light and the solidity of the platform beneath his feet vanished. But he didn’t fall and the light, in any other circumstances he thought it would have been truly blinding, seemed almost soft to his eyes.
But it didn’t last.
As suddenly as he’d left he was back on the beach; the rush of sound assaulting his ears caused him to flinch and he ran a hand through his windswept auburn curls as he stared up at the gigantic being that was now staring right back at him.
And he swallowed hard, feeling a wave of fear - fear for the fates of his friends, his home and even himself- rush over him and his grip tightened around the hilt of the sword.
“Wait,” his gaze turned incredulously to the sword in his hand. “You’ve gotta be shitting me!”
‘You’ve gained the power to fight.’
Michael didn’t know if the voice had followed him when he’d left the platform, or if it was his memory providing the nudge, but he stared up at the being with wide eyes and yelled incredulously. “I can’t fight that! You can’t just hand me a sword and expect me to know how to fucking use it!”
The shadowy being seemed to smirk as it pulled its huge and misshapen arm back and swung violently in his direction.
Michael, acting purely on instinct, swung the sword as the arm approached and watched in astonishment as - in a burst of light - it transformed into something new, Michael’s view of it obscured as it collided with the flesh - Michael didn’t know what to call it - of the shadowy being.
The being howled, pure light erupting from the gash that Michael’s weapon had caused and Michael smirked as it fell back.
“Take that you weird fuck!” He taunted, brandishing the sword he held in the direction of the creature.
Except, the sword was no longer a sword.
The hilt he now gripped was smooth; a dark metallic colour and surrounded comfortably on each side by a dark, obsidian-like handle inset with three circular green discs on each side. A metallic star was linked to the end of it by a long keychain and it cheerfully glimmered in the light whilst the blade itself, perhaps, had taken on an even more radical transformation and Michael openly gaped at it.
Instead of being long, sharp and smooth - all the characteristics Michael knew belonged to a sword - the blade, now a light steel colour with an almost-green hue to it, had morphed into what looked like a sword with three jagged edges protruding from the end. Almost like a key.
“I’m holding a giant key,” Michael spluttered in disbelief, eyeing the entire length of the weapon as if it would suddenly turn on him. “Whose fucking idea of a practical joke is this?!”
He looked sharply up as the shadowy being roared, the area trembling, and stood to its full height. Michael knew he should be terrified but strangely...he wasn’t.
The Keyblade almost hummed in anticipation and excitement, and as the shadowy being raised its other arm, its injured appendage still gushing with light, Michael ducked down into a battle-ready stance and smirked.
Here will be a list of characters that have been removed for being inactive for a certain amount of time. But sure I will be lenient with a good portion of our members. BESIDES THE FACT THAT I LOVE AND ADORE THEM. But I can't just remove EVERYONE from the list.
Hibari
Fran
Tsuna
Chrome
Giotto
Daemon
M.M.
Luce
Byakuran
Shouichi
Now That I got that taken care of. I would certainly like to see some new faces around here. If you are up to joining me to save this masterlist then please advertise us or better yet, join our ranks.
