Hi everyone. I know I've been bad about blogging. However I decided to share something fun with all of you. Some of you may already know that I'm a fan of the Kingdom Hearts game series. For those of you who don't know what it is it's a game series from Square Enix and Disney Interactive about a boy named Sora and his friends who travel to worlds based off the Disney Films. In addition to befriending several classic Disney characters they also meet people from the other games Square Enix has made, namely the Final Fantasy series and The World Ends With You. I was doing this fan fiction a long time ago and recently have been rewriting it so I could add a little more description. I just want to make clear that Kingdom Hearts is under copyright and I am not trying to plagiarize here. I'm only doing this for fun. All the characters from Netokan are original created by me and some online friends. Enjoy.
Chapter 1: Gathering of the Chosen
It was a peaceful day in Twilight Town. Of course that depended on where you were at the moment. If you were in the area where Hayner and Seifer were having an argument with each other it definitely would not be considered peaceful. However the woods around the old mansion were definitely quiet and undisturbed except for the calls of the birds. Inside the mansion debris was everywhere. There were still very few who dared to venture inside. Some would say ghosts resided there although right now the only souls inside were the rats and spiders that made the mansion their home.
However the horror that was to follow made ghosts a much better option.
Several dark portals opened up in the main room. The darkness swirled around them as lots of figures emerged from the oval-shaped doors. Each one was dressed in a black coat except for one, who had a train flowing from his outfit. The majority of the people were known as Organization XIII, a group of Nobodies who sought the power of Kingdom Hearts to make them whole. The last was known as Ansem, though he was really the Heartless of Xehanort. All of them stirred as they slowly regained consciousness.
“Wh-what happened?” One of them, a young teenage boy by the sound of his voice, asked as he struggled to get up.
“It appears we have been reborn.” One of the members of the Organization said as he stood up. The hood fell from his face to reveal that he was Xemnas, the leader of Organization XIII. Xemnas was the Nobody of Xehanort, and like Ansem had long white hair, gold eyes, and brown skin. Xemnas’s hair was a little messier than Ansem’s was, but he didn’t really care. He had something bigger on his mind. He watched as everyone in the black coats removed their hoods.
“How is it that we have returned?” Xaldin asked. Xaldin was a tall man with long black bangs. He was also one of the most skilled fighters in the Organization, which if you played the game Kingdom Hearts II you would know.
“Who cares? I want to get revenge on the brat who did this to us, and his little friends too!” Larxene snapped. Larxene was the only female member of the Organization, and despite her looks was a savage beast. Her short blonde hair matched how short of a temper she had.
“There are many who desire the same thing.” Ansem said from where he stood. People were surprised to see that he was among them as he had been defeated long before they had been.
“Well, well. You’re back too.” Xemnas said, although his voice lacked any emotion.
“What do you want?” Xigbar asked, raising an eyebrow. Xigbar had long hair tied in a ponytail. His face was heavily scarred and he had an eye patch over his right eye. However the eye color from the remaining eye was gold.
Ansem answered mysteriously, “Same as all of you: Revenge on the Keyblade’s chosen. And I know a way to do it…”
Netokan is a thriving metropolis. If you were to see it you would think of a futuristic combination of New York City, Tokyo, and London. It wasn’t far future with everyone wearing tights and having holographic butlers. However there were robots roaming around and instead of doors and windows there were special force fields that let in light and air while keeping people from falling out on accident.
In his room Jason Norman awoke with a punch to the alarm lamp. He yawned as he looked around. His room was a complete disaster zone. Clothes were scattered all over the floor and his shelves looked like they had never been dusted. Jason never bothered to clean. He saw no point to it. He could function well in his mess. Other people could cry him a river if they didn't approve.
Jason was not a nice guy. In fact most people saw him as the class bully. Netokan’s school system was against such behavior but Jason didn’t care. He was always looking for someone to harass and he never ran from a fight. Jason would’ve preferred to sleep in, but one more missed day and he’d be expelled. Not even Jason wanted to be kicked out of school.
Moaning and groaning Jason pulled himself out of bed. His hair was buzz cut so there was no need for him to comb it. Not that he would've anyway. Jason grabbed a red shirt from the floor and pulled his favorite jeans from the chair. Both knees had holes in them, but Jason had worn them for a long time and wouldn’t throw them out. Once he had dressed he headed down for breakfast.
“Rise and shine, Jason.” His mother said from the kitchen. Jason’s mother was a woman in her late thirties, and she was a brunette while Jason had walnut-brown hair. She had a fit build and kindness radiated out of her face. All that came from Jason’s face was trouble.
“Morning Mom.” Jason muttered, sitting down opposite of a man reading something in a high-tech phone. Jason wasn’t one for conversations. He preferred action. Jason poured some cereal into a bowl and the milk splashed in shortly afterwards.
“You could say something more.” The man said without looking up. He sported a buzz cut that made his head look covered with dark stubble. This was Jason’s father, and most of Jason’s bad attitude was a result of him.
“Like what?” Jason asked without looking up. He was more interested in eating and getting out of the building.
“Maybe what you’re going to be doing.”
“Just the usual.”
“What usual? Picking fights again?”
“Why do you care? You’re always telling me a man fights.”
“A man fights wars! He makes a name for himself on the field of battle. He doesn’t go giving others black eyes.” Now Mr. Norman was looking at Jason, who glared at him.
“What difference does it make if I fight at school or in the battlefield? I’m going to be going there eventually so why wait until then?” Jason snapped.
“Young man, you need to get control of that temper!” Mr. Norman shouted at him, knocking the chair over as he stood up.
Jason slammed his hands on the table and stood up to face his father. “I need to get control of my temper? You’re the one who’s always yelling so loud the entire city hears it! All you ever do is shout about what I’m not doing right!” He argued with him.
“Jason, you’re going to be late for school.” Mrs. Norman reminded him.
“Why do we keep sending him? All he does is cause trouble for the other students and he keeps hurting his record. There’s no way he’ll get accepted into military service with his attitude.” Mr. Norman said to his wife.
Jason snorted in exasperation. “See you later.” He growled as he grabbed some toast and stormed out of the room. At the entrance he pulled out a phone device similar to one his father had and began playing music on it. Although it was loud the device created a special field so only Jason could hear it. All the way to school he listened to some heavy rock music.
Clair Fay lived on the other side of the block. Clair was about thirteen years old, a year younger than Jason. Unlike Jason she had sable-black hair and brown skin as if to suggest she had been tanning all her life. She was a descendant of some of the Tribals, the original inhabitants of Netokan. Centuries ago her people had been promised a place in Netokan if they helped to overthrow the oppressors. They accepted the deal and now were among the more populous residents.
Right now Clair was having eggs and waffles with her parents. She had gotten most of her looks from her mother, who was also a descendent of Netokan’s Tribals. Her father, however, was descended from the people who colonized the city. Clair’s grandfather had not approved of their marriage, but when Clair was born had been happy that they did.
“Hurry up Clair or you’ll be late for school.” Came the warning from Mrs. Fay. Clair swallowed her remaining eggs and washed them down with a glass of milk. After wiping her mouth she picked up her things and kissed her parents good-bye.
“Don’t forget you have a dental appointment this afternoon.” Mr. Fay reminded her as she headed for the entrance.
“I won’t. Thanks Dad.” She said as she walked out. Clair took the monorail to school because she felt safer that way, and it gave her the opportunity to continue reading. Books were becoming rare in Netokan, but she knew a place where they sold them still. She preferred turning the pages themselves instead of sliding down a hologram. Every stop she looked up to make sure she didn’t miss the one closest to school.
When she finally got off the monorail she headed for Henry Netokan High School. It was the best high school in the country, and she was among the top students. Clair always loved learning and constantly had an open mind. Some people were expecting her to go to college before she was sixteen.
As she walked up she heard lots of shouting. She couldn’t make out the words, but what do you expect when something’s going on and people are exercising their vocal cords? Clair hurried over and groaned at what she saw.
Jason and Aurora were having another one of their arguments. Aurora Kara was a year older than Jason, and had long black hair. Her attire made Clair think of a school outfit some students across the sea were required to wear, with the blue long-sleeved shirt and black pants. However Aurora was an official tomboy. She would not hesitate to get into a fight and was an enemy to all the cheerleaders.
For some reason Jason and Aurora had a long-going feud between them. As far as she could tell they had been going on like this since Kindergarten, and no one knew why they kept going at each other like cats and dogs. How she wished that they would let the subject go.
A shrill whistle blew announcing the approach of the school coach. Coach Under was a former professional wrestler who retired after he had an accident that left him hospitalized. He was still remarkably fit for a man of about fifty. One of the unofficial rules among the student body was never make him mad.
The crowd broke up at the approach of Coach Under. No one dared to mess with him, except maybe Jason and Aurora. They weren’t afraid to let Coach Under get involved in their fights. That’s why they usually spent their afternoons in detention, thought the teachers knew better than to have them in the same room. That was just as smart as standing in front of a twister. Clair then joined some of her friends to go to class.
Nettie Juarez sat eating some nachos in the lunchroom later that day. She shivered despite the room being at a good temperature. Most of the girls had on similar tank tops with shorts like she did, and the metal legs of the chair she sat on felt like ice. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right today.
Looking around to make sure no one was looking Nettie lifted up her backpack and unzipped it to peek inside. Mabul had eaten all her seeds. Mabul was a brown and white ferret that Nettie loved with all her heart. It was against school rules to bring pets, but Nettie hated being without Mabul’s company. She even lied to her mother when she asked about the backpack so she wouldn’t get caught.
“It’s okay girl. I got some more from the lunch line.” Nettie opened a bag of seeds and poured them into her backpack. Mabul eagerly began to eat the seeds. Nettie smiled. The ferret was so cute.
“Please tell me you didn’t bring Mabul again.” Nettie was so startled she almost dropped her backpack. She sighed as she saw it was Clair who had spoken. Clair and Nettie bore a good resemblance to each other, except Nettie had brown hair and green eyes while Clair’s eyes were brown. She saw Clair was wearing her favorite blue sleeveless shirt with her jeans and red sleeveless Raptors jacket. Clair wasn’t much of a sports person. She just wore the jacket to show her school spirit.
“What if I did?” Nettie asked.
“Nettie, you know the rules. If you get caught you’ll be in a lot of trouble.” Clair warned as she took a seat by her friend.
“That doesn’t stop Jason and Aurora from tearing each other’s throats out.” Nettie resumed eating her nachos.
“True. Not to mention some of the other delinquents around here.” Clair scanned the cafeteria to see people she mentioned. Ashley was making her way to the table with the popular girls. Ashley was the average girl you expected to become the next Miss Popular, with long blonde hair and blue eyes. However she also had a strong dislike at being told what to do. She didn’t really care about school and was famous for sleeping during her classes.
Jason was sitting next to his best friend Phil. Phil had messy brown hair and a smiling face. He was laid back and preferred to spend time in his video games. Jason once took his system from him to mess with him, but when Phil actually fought him he won Jason’s respect. The two had remained good buddies for a long time. He referred to Jason and their other friends as his gang, and Clair could only hope that was only figuratively used.
Stella Valleys was among the popular kids in school. She had beauty and brains, and most of the guys were heads over heels for her. She had dark brown hair and a warm face. She always got straight A’s, and always was happy to take a test. Clair in some ways looked up to her as a role model. However Clair always felt she could never be as beautiful as she was.
“Oh no. Look what the cat dragged in.” Nettie warned after swallowing some chocolate milk. Clair looked to see the Mr. Truant of the school had arrived. Seventeen-year old AJ Musashi was the biggest flirt in the entire school. His spikey black hair seemed to attract girls like moths to a candle. AJ however never was committed to a serious relationship. If he saw a pretty face he’d go flirt with that girl. Several hearts had been broken because of him.
“Let’s just hope he stays on the other side of the cafeteria.” Clair munched on her cookies.
“Or that he decides to go back to the arcade.” Nettie said.
“That guy spends so much time gaming I’m surprised he still has eyes in his head.” Clair added.
“Well there’s nothing wrong with games.” Nettie said.
“The guy obsesses with them. Not to mention the female characters.” Clair remembered seeing the inside of his locker was filled with pictures of various video game characters. She never allowed herself to be anywhere near that guy. “He needs a serious reality check.” Clair added with a shudder.
“Amen to that.” Nettie stood up with her tray. However she never took it to the trashcan. It was at that time their world was changed forever.