Alright, this is a little project I've been working on. Hope you guys like it!
<i>A dream. A vision. A meeting. A connection forged in the stars, moving past time and space to bring the chosen lock to its key."</i>
You could say that waking up sweaty, out of breath, nearly screaming is bad thing. In Kairi's case, that was just the beginning. Her dream had been pleasant, then became a twisted nightmare: She had met Sora and Riku out on the beach, learning Riku had become a Master, while Sora had not. That wasn't going to stop Sora. A bald, elderly, man with a grey goatee and elf-like ears appeared, and forced Sora and Riku to sink into darkness, while chains of darkness bound her feet and hands, leaving her powerless to do nothing but break down and cry. Those fainting moments of watching them sink into that inky black despair haunted her mind, playing over and over, her heart beginning to race as she felt terror grip at her for her friends. She awoke with a start, a jolt, as a rush of adrenaline rushed through her veins.
Kairi looked out her window at the sea, waves calmly lapping at the shore, the crimson tide hitting the dark gray sand.....
<i>"Wait a second. The ocean isn't ever red, it's always been blue. What's going on? What's happened to Destiny Islands?"</i> Kairi asked, after changing into her normal outfit. She stepped outside before a look of surprise and terror crossed over her face. Destiny Islands looked like it was in shambles, houses destroyed and broken, fire burning in the remains of the once beautiful stone work.
The air grew blurry, the scenery changed, and Destiny Islands was once again a sweet island paradise. A sweet paradise under attack by the Nobodies. Kairi turned to see a Dusk flying head on at her, Selphie right behind it with her nunchaku. Selphie was too late. In the split seconds between Kairi raising her arms to defend herself, and the Dusk nearly colliding with her, a bright flash of light engulfed her.
A brown-haired young man dressed in a white vest with light blue highlights, white pants with gold on the sides, black on the kneecaps, and wearing a white shirt tapped the earpiece in his ear. He stood on a hill overlooking the town, watching, scanning, observing the area.
"Flying Wing II, this is Eagle. You are clear to approach."
"Copy Eagle. Seen your princess yet?" a man's voice shot back on the earpiece.
"Yes sir. Give her a litte bit and take it in easy. Tell our fine friend with the gun blade to give me a little covering fire, will you?"
"I can't make any promises, but I can try." the man rang back.
"10-4. Eagle, over and out."
He then began a careful descent downward, summoning two keyblades in his hands. The bright blue square handles shined brightly in the darkness, the long white blade extending forward to make a blue heart become the teeth, a blade on each side cupping the white blade's edge. Once he hit the flat ground, finished descending from his previous lofty height, he began to walk quickly, breaking into a jog, then nearly sprinting into town, blades extended, cutting through Nobodies as he went.
Kairi found herself drifting down, down, down, further into the ink-like water, if the substance around her was even water at all, descending into nothingness. Her feet touched the black edge of a stained glasses pillar, showing her in the center, Sora's face close to hers in a portrait, Riku's face at a respectable distance. Namine's face appeared nearby, highlighting the sunset on the glass. A red sky was shown making the ocean a little red, the beach warmly inviting her to step forward. She slowly took a few steps forward.
She watched as Namine and another girl in a black cloak appeared, Namine standing on her own picture, the girl standing on Kairi's face.
Kairi watched in shock as the girl summoned a keyblade, the gray curved guard meeting the long, thin, blue blade. The teeth angled in, then became flat, then angled out. A 'V' was stuck through the center. It was elegant and deadly.
"Fight." the girl said, charging at Kairi.
Kairi jumped back as the girl swung at empty air. "I can't! I don't have anything, nobody taught me, and....and...and...." She shot back.
"Kairi." Namine said, reaching a hand forward to Kairi.
Kairi continued to duck and dodge the girl's attacks, sliding out of reach, rolling away, and sometimes cartwheeling out of the girl's range. She paused, exhausted. A sharp pain prodded her at her side. The girl had struck her! The blade then slipped from her grasp, falling into Kairi's hands as she quickly caught it.
"RainFell..." Kairi mused out loud.
"Kairi, you have your Keyblade. I'm with you and will do whatever I can to help." Namine commented, smiling.
"As will I. Though...next time we meet, we may be in seperate bodies. But I want you to know my name for when that time comes. I'm Xion." Xion said, keeping her hood up.
"Thank you. I won't let you down." Kairi stated, before everything went white.
Church bells rang ceremonially in the newly restored chapel in Radiant Garden. Today was a special day, and an important one. It was the marriage of Snow Villers and Serah Farron. Assorted friends and some of the Hollow Bastion Restoration Committee were the guests for this occasion. Merlin officiated the ceremony, the old wizard touched with joy at the new couple. Tifa, Vanille, and even Fang had become bridesmaids, while Leon and Cid were groomsmen. For reasons unkwown, Yuffie wound up being the ring bearer. Aerith calmly played the piano, soothing wedding music emitting from the grand instrument. A almost realistic statue of a man draped in a long black cloak looked peacefully over the crowd, his arms outstretched in graceful manner. A Moogle rested on his shoulder, almost watching everything.
"Say, Fang. Don't you look think Serah and Snow look adorable?" Vanille happily whispered to Fang.
"Vanille, not now." Fang fired back.
"But Fanggggggg...." Vanille silently pleaded.
"Shush."
"Yes ma'am." Vanille dejectedly said.
"Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here on this beautiful afternoon in Radiant Garden to celebrate the lawful union of Snow Villers and Serah Farron. Before we begin, does anyone have any objections? Speak now, or forever hold your peace." Merlin carefully stated, then looked over the crowd.
As if on cue, the chapel doors slammed open. Distant gunfire roared outside, drawing closer.
"I object!"
"As do I!"
"So do we both."
Everyone turned around to view the perpetrators who committed such a heinous act. Tifa let out a loud gasp as murmurs ripped through the assembled group. Leon pinched his nose very hard. Cid nearly dropped his toothpick.
Cloud Strife had come into the chapel, his outfit in tatters and soaked with dried blood. He was resting on his sword as a crutch, and he forcing himself to stay awake to keep from falling asleep. He panted in long, heavy breaths.
The man beside him carried a automatic sub machine gun, checking over the condition of his weapon. He wore a blue button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His dark khaki pants and combat boots made Leon pinch his nose all the harder.
Because he was Yuffie's adopted uncle, and therefore related to him by extent. Laguna. Laguna Loire was his name.
The other two men seemed less occupied with their weapons, more so with closing the large wooden doors of the chapel. The first man was covered in purple dragon like armor, his hair even dyed purple at the back. The dragon like mask on his face shrouded him from view, but the spear in his hand told the others what he was:
He was a Dragoon, famous for their acrobatics and spear fighting.
Fang felt a mixture of awe, jealousy, and pride at the same time for the guy.
The other man kept his white hair aligned a certain way, his saber and short spear at his waist for the draw. The long, billowing, white cape with its purple interior, the purple streaks exquisitely etched into his armor, almost made him seem like a fairy take prince to life. A pendant of the moon hung around his neck.
"People, mine name is Cecil Harvey. I am a Paladin, and will do all in my power to protect you. My friend Kain is Dragoon as you can tell, and he will do the same." Cecil loudly explained, before bowing.
Kain stepped forward. "If any of you have weapons, ready them. If not, pray to whatever deity or thing you believe in for a quick death. That is all."
Kain promptly plucked his spear forward, twirling it around before tucking it under his arm.
Cecil held his saber in hand.
And everyone else drew their weapons, Snow cracking his knuckles, Leon drawing his gunblade. Cid surprisingly unpacked a flamethrower from a suitcase.
And somehow, Yuffie had managed to slip into her combat attire AND draw her giant shuriken from underneath the pillow the ring was resting on. Vanile, Fang and Serah had even changed clothes, Serah finally removing her veil.
Tifa had rushed over to Cloud, cradling him as he slumped forward. Aerith was at Cloud's right, casting healing magic to seal the wounds.
"Tifa..." Cloud moaned.
"Yes, Cloud?"
"He's back...with friends..." Cloud gasped for air, his lungs screaming white hot with every breath he took in.
"You mean....Sephiroth?" Tifa reeled back in shock. Sephiroth had been gone for some time, banished when he and Cloud last fought.
Cloud weakly nodded.
Tifa reeled back further, only to bump into Snow.
"I don't care if he's a Fal'Cie. He won't get away with ruining a hero's wedding! Because heroes deserve a nice wedding without <i>interruptions</i>..." Snow lightly thumped the stone wall with his fist. He was not pleased.
But everyone grew battle ready when the Heartless appeared inside the castle. Yuffie promptly stabbed several Shadows with her shuriken, flung it to Vanille, who burnt it with magic.
Snow panicked when he heard Serah scream. Several monsters, larger than the others, stormed at Serah. If he was correct, they were called NeoShadows. They were also very fast. He couldn't make it in time....
He mentally swore. Repeatedly.
The next thing he saw, the statue above Serah fall straight forward into a near perfect swan dive, the Moogle turn into bowsword, which became a sword, and the statue pull a large blade out of his robe's sleeve.
He promptly cut through the Heartless in four swift motions, then drew a smaller sword from the larger one for his other hand. Serah drew her bow and went to work.
"Dang it Noel. You beat me to the punch."
Cloud figured they had at least fifteen minutes until Sephiroth arrived. That was if the man in the purple armor with the large sword bearing a red eye, or the green skinned witch didn't teleport him here. If they didn't, Sephiroth loved showing up early.
Cloud let himself slip into unconsciousness, the church bells reminding of a friend he once met....
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Alright, this is a little project I've been working on. Hope you guys like it!
<i>A dream. A vision. A meeting. A connection forged in the stars, moving past time and space to bring the chosen lock to its key."</i>
You could say that waking up sweaty, out of breath, nearly screaming is bad thing. In Kairi's case, that was just the beginning. Her dream had been pleasant, then became a twisted nightmare: She had met Sora and Riku out on the beach, learning Riku had become a Master, while Sora had not. That wasn't going to stop Sora. A bald, elderly, man with a grey goatee and elf-like ears appeared, and forced Sora and Riku to sink into darkness, while chains of darkness bound her feet and hands, leaving her powerless to do nothing but break down and cry. Those fainting moments of watching them sink into that inky black despair haunted her mind, playing over and over, her heart beginning to race as she felt terror grip at her for her friends. She awoke with a start, a jolt, as a rush of adrenaline rushed through her veins.
Kairi looked out her window at the sea, waves calmly lapping at the shore, the crimson tide hitting the dark gray sand.....
<i>"Wait a second. The ocean isn't ever red, it's always been blue. What's going on? What's happened to Destiny Islands?"</i> Kairi asked, after changing into her normal outfit. She stepped outside before a look of surprise and terror crossed over her face. Destiny Islands looked like it was in shambles, houses destroyed and broken, fire burning in the remains of the once beautiful stone work.
"Kairi. Kairi. KAIRI!" Someone...familiar...yelled?
The air grew blurry, the scenery changed, and Destiny Islands was once again a sweet island paradise. A sweet paradise under attack by the Nobodies. Kairi turned to see a Dusk flying head on at her, Selphie right behind it with her nunchaku. Selphie was too late. In the split seconds between Kairi raising her arms to defend herself, and the Dusk nearly colliding with her, a bright flash of light engulfed her.
A brown-haired young man dressed in a white vest with light blue highlights, white pants with gold on the sides, black on the kneecaps, and wearing a white shirt tapped the earpiece in his ear. He stood on a hill overlooking the town, watching, scanning, observing the area.
"Flying Wing II, this is Eagle. You are clear to approach."
"Copy Eagle. Seen your princess yet?" a man's voice shot back on the earpiece.
"Yes sir. Give her a litte bit and take it in easy. Tell our fine friend with the gun blade to give me a little covering fire, will you?"
"I can't make any promises, but I can try." the man rang back.
"10-4. Eagle, over and out."
He then began a careful descent downward, summoning two keyblades in his hands. The bright blue square handles shined brightly in the darkness, the long white blade extending forward to make a blue heart become the teeth, a blade on each side cupping the white blade's edge. Once he hit the flat ground, finished descending from his previous lofty height, he began to walk quickly, breaking into a jog, then nearly sprinting into town, blades extended, cutting through Nobodies as he went.
Kairi found herself drifting down, down, down, further into the ink-like water, if the substance around her was even water at all, descending into nothingness. Her feet touched the black edge of a stained glasses pillar, showing her in the center, Sora's face close to hers in a portrait, Riku's face at a respectable distance. Namine's face appeared nearby, highlighting the sunset on the glass. A red sky was shown making the ocean a little red, the beach warmly inviting her to step forward. She slowly took a few steps forward.
She watched as Namine and another girl in a black cloak appeared, Namine standing on her own picture, the girl standing on Kairi's face.
Kairi watched in shock as the girl summoned a keyblade, the gray curved guard meeting the long, thin, blue blade. The teeth angled in, then became flat, then angled out. A 'V' was stuck through the center. It was elegant and deadly.
"Fight." the girl said, charging at Kairi.
Kairi jumped back as the girl swung at empty air. "I can't! I don't have anything, nobody taught me, and....and...and...." She shot back.
"Kairi." Namine said, reaching a hand forward to Kairi.
Kairi continued to duck and dodge the girl's attacks, sliding out of reach, rolling away, and sometimes cartwheeling out of the girl's range. She paused, exhausted. A sharp pain prodded her at her side. The girl had struck her! The blade then slipped from her grasp, falling into Kairi's hands as she quickly caught it.
"RainFell..." Kairi mused out loud.
"Kairi, you have your Keyblade. I'm with you and will do whatever I can to help." Namine commented, smiling.
"As will I. Though...next time we meet, we may be in seperate bodies. But I want you to know my name for when that time comes. I'm Xion." Xion said, keeping her hood up.
"Thank you. I won't let you down." Kairi stated, before everything went white.
Church bells rang ceremonially in the newly restored chapel in Radiant Garden. Today was a special day, and an important one. It was the marriage of Snow Villers and Serah Farron. Assorted friends and some of the Hollow Bastion Restoration Committee were the guests for this occasion. Merlin officiated the ceremony, the old wizard touched with joy at the new couple. Tifa, Vanille, and even Fang had become bridesmaids, while Leon and Cid were groomsmen. For reasons unkwown, Yuffie wound up being the ring bearer. Aerith calmly played the piano, soothing wedding music emitting from the grand instrument. A almost realistic statue of a man draped in a long black cloak looked peacefully over the crowd, his arms outstretched in graceful manner. A Moogle rested on his shoulder, almost watching everything.
"Say, Fang. Don't you look think Serah and Snow look adorable?" Vanille happily whispered to Fang.
"Vanille, not now." Fang fired back.
"But Fanggggggg...." Vanille silently pleaded.
"Shush."
"Yes ma'am." Vanille dejectedly said.
"Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here on this beautiful afternoon in Radiant Garden to celebrate the lawful union of Snow Villers and Serah Farron. Before we begin, does anyone have any objections? Speak now, or forever hold your peace." Merlin carefully stated, then looked over the crowd.
As if on cue, the chapel doors slammed open. Distant gunfire roared outside, drawing closer.
"I object!"
"As do I!"
"So do we both."
Everyone turned around to view the perpetrators who committed such a heinous act. Tifa let out a loud gasp as murmurs ripped through the assembled group. Leon pinched his nose very hard. Cid nearly dropped his toothpick.
Cloud Strife had come into the chapel, his outfit in tatters and soaked with dried blood. He was resting on his sword as a crutch, and he forcing himself to stay awake to keep from falling asleep. He panted in long, heavy breaths.
The man beside him carried a automatic sub machine gun, checking over the condition of his weapon. He wore a blue button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His dark khaki pants and combat boots made Leon pinch his nose all the harder.
Because he was Yuffie's adopted uncle, and therefore related to him by extent. Laguna. Laguna Loire was his name.
The other two men seemed less occupied with their weapons, more so with closing the large wooden doors of the chapel. The first man was covered in purple dragon like armor, his hair even dyed purple at the back. The dragon like mask on his face shrouded him from view, but the spear in his hand told the others what he was:
He was a Dragoon, famous for their acrobatics and spear fighting.
Fang felt a mixture of awe, jealousy, and pride at the same time for the guy.
The other man kept his white hair aligned a certain way, his saber and short spear at his waist for the draw. The long, billowing, white cape with its purple interior, the purple streaks exquisitely etched into his armor, almost made him seem like a fairy take prince to life. A pendant of the moon hung around his neck.
"People, mine name is Cecil Harvey. I am a Paladin, and will do all in my power to protect you. My friend Kain is Dragoon as you can tell, and he will do the same." Cecil loudly explained, before bowing.
Kain stepped forward. "If any of you have weapons, ready them. If not, pray to whatever deity or thing you believe in for a quick death. That is all."
Kain promptly plucked his spear forward, twirling it around before tucking it under his arm.
Cecil held his saber in hand.
And everyone else drew their weapons, Snow cracking his knuckles, Leon drawing his gunblade. Cid surprisingly unpacked a flamethrower from a suitcase.
And somehow, Yuffie had managed to slip into her combat attire AND draw her giant shuriken from underneath the pillow the ring was resting on. Vanile, Fang and Serah had even changed clothes, Serah finally removing her veil.
Tifa had rushed over to Cloud, cradling him as he slumped forward. Aerith was at Cloud's right, casting healing magic to seal the wounds.
"Tifa..." Cloud moaned.
"Yes, Cloud?"
"He's back...with friends..." Cloud gasped for air, his lungs screaming white hot with every breath he took in.
"You mean....Sephiroth?" Tifa reeled back in shock. Sephiroth had been gone for some time, banished when he and Cloud last fought.
Cloud weakly nodded.
Tifa reeled back further, only to bump into Snow.
"I don't care if he's a Fal'Cie. He won't get away with ruining a hero's wedding! Because heroes deserve a nice wedding without <i>interruptions</i>..." Snow lightly thumped the stone wall with his fist. He was not pleased.
But everyone grew battle ready when the Heartless appeared inside the castle. Yuffie promptly stabbed several Shadows with her shuriken, flung it to Vanille, who burnt it with magic.
Snow panicked when he heard Serah scream. Several monsters, larger than the others, stormed at Serah. If he was correct, they were called NeoShadows. They were also very fast. He couldn't make it in time....
He mentally swore. Repeatedly.
The next thing he saw, the statue above Serah fall straight forward into a near perfect swan dive, the Moogle turn into bowsword, which became a sword, and the statue pull a large blade out of his robe's sleeve.
He promptly cut through the Heartless in four swift motions, then drew a smaller sword from the larger one for his other hand. Serah drew her bow and went to work.
"Dang it Noel. You beat me to the punch."
Cloud figured they had at least fifteen minutes until Sephiroth arrived. That was if the man in the purple armor with the large sword bearing a red eye, or the green skinned witch didn't teleport him here. If they didn't, Sephiroth loved showing up early.
Cloud let himself slip into unconsciousness, the church bells reminding of a friend he once met....