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.
