Subjugation Of The Heart
*ContinuationFic* He was the Keyblade's chosen one,pure of heart and full of courage. Noone would of ever thought that he might be in danger himself,and from someone they'd never suspect. It's a new journey- but this time, will they win?Or will they fail? {Discontinued}
Chapter 0: Prologue
About two years ago he had lost his home and his friends. That is to say, Sora lost his home and friends. He was sent elsewhere and ended up in an entirely different place. From there his journey began, his quest to stop the forces against him using a unique blade known as the Keyblade; his quest to recover his home and save his friends and put right the worlds. With his new friends, he managed half of that. He'd stop the people messing with the worlds, fixed the universe as it was, and even found his friends. But he never got to be with them and never got to return home, because just as he had quickly gained, he quickly lost them again. And then he was on another journey. That one ended just as quickly, this time he was captured and put into a deep sleep.
For a year, Sora faded away from everyone's mind. Then he was back again, one year later, once more on a new quest- to finish what he had started. There were new enemies, old allies, new worlds. Still he fought through them with the same courage and pure heart that made him wielder of the Keyblade. And finally -finally- he reached the end of his original journey. It took nearly two and a half years, many struggles and many sacrifices, aching feet and almost the lose of hope. But he did it. The Keyblade wielder, Sora, who once was a heartless and had a Nobody, finally returned home. But for ones with special gifts, how long does peace last?
Ocean waves sounded in the distance, seagulls and local birds chirping together in a strange little harmony. The sky was painted pink and a fuzzy orange, yellow just brimming over the horizon. The golden rays lit half of the waterside, seeping into an open window and caressing a sleeping face. Slowly the sounds and light rose, higher and louder, constantly adding as people rose and began to set about their day. The sleeping face twitched as the soul began to rise from the sea of unconsciousness, opening lids to gaze at a pastel colored skies with vibrant blue eyes. With a yawn, the teenager rolled out of bed, getting to his feet and walking to his bathroom. He gazed unfocused into his reflection, going through the motions of washing up and brushing his teeth, combing his hair. Now just little more awake, the teen stepped toward his dresser pulling out his school uniform, slipping blue plaid pants up wiry legs and putting on a clean white blouse.
A warm breeze drifted through the window, tousling brown spikes, as a voice was carried along. "Come on, Sora! We're going to be late!"
The fog of indifference was lifted from the teen, as he rushed to his windowsill, beaming brightly down at his two friends. "Morning Riku, Kairi!"
The rustic red-headed girl shook her head in mock irritation, while the silverette beside her smirked up at the other male. "Hurry it up, slowpoke. I've seen Heartless that move faster than you," Riku called.
Sora pouted, but moved away from the window anyways, grabbing his bag as he raced out of the room. He slipped on his shoes, and grabbed his keys, exiting his house with a bang- and nearly taking Riku's head off with the door. "Jeez, Sora. Trying to kill me?," the taller teen asked, staring at the door warily.
The brunette smiled apologetically, while their female friend just sighed. "We don't have time for your silly shenanigans, we're going to be late! Let's move," Kairi commanded, taking hold of one arm per boy, dragging them off in the direction of the school. The keyblade's chosen one laughed, working to keep up with the red-head's fast pace, his best friend just smiling in response.
The teen flopped backwards onto his bed, staring blankly up at the red-washed ceiling of the room. Outside, the world was beginning to descend into its routine sleep, people heading indoors and the animals beginning to calm for the night. The bright blue eyes that had shone during the day darkened to a nearly intangible navy, and the voice that had laughed and spoke rambunctiously to his friends became silent. The spell of nothing had returned once more, wrapping the brunette up into its folds.
Slowly, Sora rose to his feet, stripping his school outfit off of his body and walking to his bathroom. He turned his shower on and stepped under the cold spray, not even flinching at the frigid temperatures that struck at his body. The running water flattened his hair against his skull, splashing into his eyes, as the teen fell into a rhythm. Wash hair, scrub body, rinse. Soon he was finished, and he stepped out of the shower, turning the water off behind him.
Cool steam had fogged up the mirror, but the brunette didn't notice. As if in a trance, he dried himself, staring into the opaque mirror. He remained quiet still, and the earth seemed to have entered into his hypnotized state as well. There was not a sound that surrounded Sora, everything was eerily silent.
Darkness seeped into the room, the stars blinking to life outside on the black sky, but the teen made no move to turn on the lights. The shadows grew until they were nearly swamping the entire bathroom, one particular shadow elongating into a thin, wiry shape. Blue eyes blinked at the clearing glass, not seeing the teen that showed in the mirror's reflection. The dirty-blonde male stared distantly at Sora, before a cruel smirk spread across his features.
No reaction came from the brunette, who stared at his reflection as if caught in a dream. Sora's reflection shimmered for a second, before the image changed. No longer was the blonde boy behind him, the strange teen had now become his mirror image- tranced blue eyes becoming steely, dead cerulean orbs. The brunette cocked his head slightly, and his near double copied him.
Undisturbed, the keyblade-wielder turned away from the mirror, walking back into his bedroom and slipping a pair of pajamas on before getting into bed. The dirty-blonde teen watched, smirking still, before stepping out of the bathroom mirror. He strode toward the sleeping brunette, his ethereal body gleaming with dark light.
The translucent boy reached out to touch Sora, but his hand only sank through the other's shoulders. The twisted laughing smile fell away, the blonde's teeth gritting in anger as he withdrew his hand. He pulled it back and threw his fist forward, watching as it again sank into Sora's body. The ghost-like teen didn't pull back this time, instead moving his hand to the left-side of the brunette's chest, right where his heart was. The blonde swished his hand around in small circles, before clenching his fist and yanking it out from Sora's chest. The ethereal teen growled in frustration as he opened his palm, to see that nothing sat in it.
His blue eyes glared down at the unconscious brunette, fist falling back to his side. "You don't deserve to live," the blonde spat, looking on disgusted as the keyblade-wielder smiled in his sleep. "You don't deserve the right too..."
The ghost-like boy stepped away, his anger bringing forth another bitter smile, gazing as slim strands of shadow wrapped around the other's ankles, slowly groping up the sleeping form. "But that's okay...," the see-through double hissed. "Because soon you'll be just like me. Without the right to live."
The dirty-blonde teen faded into the darkness of the room, leaving the shadows to continue their conquest of the sleeping brunette. A black glow resonated from Sora's chest, unknown to both the brunette and the rest of the world. And suddenly the sound was back, filling the silence, but it was too late. The dark strands had reached their destination, and a hollow laugh barked in triumph.
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