Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Another Story ❯ Chpater 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Another Story

Chapter 2

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“I never even asked you your name.”

“It's Squall.”

 

Nine years ago, that's what the boy who had somehow wound up in Hollow Bastion told the people who helped him. Only one month after that, the Heartless had found that world, the world that everyone had thought to be protected, and took it over. But during that month, Squall had learned a lot. He'd learned that the Heartless had various means of travel, most often through the pathways that led between the worlds. Yes, worlds. That had caught Squall off guard. There were other worlds out there? Yes. There were more worlds than anyone knew. Squall had kept silent for a while, wondering how no one in his own world (that he knew of) had ever discovered this. He'd even gone into outer space himself, but he never knew. There were many people that lived out in these other worlds as well, though they may have spoke different languages, had different cultures, and many more variances, this they knew from the titled `refugees' that had begun to pour into their world. He also learned that there was a man named King Mickey, who, Aerith said as calmly as possible, was not really a man, but a mouse. At this, Squall had looked at her more than a little oddly. Aerith had smiled and explained that he was one of the residents of one of those other more different worlds, and that the King was a noble person, leading the fight against the Heartless and searching for the boy that bore the Keyblade. Squall nodded, figuring that he now knew who it was that had spoken to him and asked him for his help, though how the `King' had that sort of power, he did not know. Aerith also explained that the King also bore a Keyblade.

 

Squall, Aerith, Yuffie, and Cid had gotten off that world before the Heartless could capture them. Cloud had been left behind of his own accord.

 

As Cid set the ship down just outside of a small town that they'd found in another world, Squall silently made up his mind. Yuffie and Aerith quickly got off the ship, both not liking air travel. When Yuffie turned back to Squall and asked if he was coming, Squall looked at her and said quite clearly enough for Aerith and Cid to hear as well:

“It's not Squall, not anymore. It's Leon.”

 

From that day forward, Aerith and Cid had obliged to his wish to be called Leon. Yuffie was the exception; she refused to call him any name other than the one she'd met him by. So, for nine years, whenever Yuffie called out `Squall!' in front of other people, he would say plainly, `it's Leon.'

 

For eight years, Leon heard no word from the mysterious stranger who'd saved him from the large Heartless that had attacked his home world. Eight years. In that time, Leon hadn't changed at all from the way he'd been in his old world. He was lonelier for it all, of course, who wouldn't be? His world was gone, his friends, the ones he thought of as his family, and his true family, they were all gone. But there was nothing to be done and he wasn't a baby. He wouldn't cry about being alone. No. His life, even before his encounter with the Heartless, had been made of being alone. He'd really always been alone. Sometimes by choice, sometimes by circumstance, but alone he was. He'd gotten used to it. He could deal with it. And then, with a whisper almost undetectable, the voice had spoken to him and he'd recognized it instantly.

“He's coming.”

And then the voice was gone again.

 

Then, out of the blue one night almost a year later after that night the voice spoke again, after nine year of stars quietly blinking out of sight and existence, someone new showed up, a boy, a boy with a blade in the shape of a key. This boy was somehow different from the other refugees that had found their way to Traverse Town, Leon knew it the moment he saw him.

“They'll keep coming after you,” Leon said, startling the boy just as he walked out of the shop Cid owned in the First District, “as long as you continue to wield the Keyblade.”

 

The boy's bright blue eyes merely looked at him; the boy couldn't have been more than 14 or 15. He was younger than Squall had been when…when that had happened. And then, without either really knowing what had set if off, it might have been Leon drawing his gunblade and falling into a battle stance, directed at the boy, knowing that the Heartless were drawn to the blade the boy held and intent of getting it away from the boy, though how he knew that even he didn't know, the knowledge had just come to him, it might have been the boy looking at him with fear and courage all at once and holding his blade out, ready to swing, or it might have been the confrontational tone of the words Leon had used. It was probably all of them. But then they we're crashing together, blade against blade, steel singing in the air. And for just a second, they were in a stalemate, both pushing with all their might, Leon admitted that the boy was strong. But, he concluded, giving a hard shove against the Keyblade, sending it flying out of the boy's grasp and out of reach, the boy stood no chance against him. Leon had been fighting and training his entire life.

 

But his attention was wrenched from his thoughts as the boy leapt away, heading for his blade. Leon held his hand out without thinking, he launched a fire spell, the lowest strength version of the spell he knew, it was only meant as a distraction, to keep the boy from reaching his blade, and that it did, as the boy rolled away from the flame of the spell and away from the Keyblade that lay on the ground. Though it just barely missed him; the boy had good reflexes, if he kept at it, he might someday be a real challenge, Leon thought, walking forward to where the boy was getting to his feet. His blue eyes were staring up at the taller brunette in defiance, Leon smirked as he lifted his blade again, intent on using the blunt side of it to knock the boy unconscious, but then he saw the hazy look overcome his eyes and then sudden wobble in his stance. Leon watched as the boy toppled backwards, landing hard on his back and Leon winced as his head smacked the ground. That was going to leave a mark.

 

Leon looked up from his relaxed stance leaning against the wall near the door of the motel room in which he and Yuffie had sought shelter from the Heartless; Aerith was in the room next door, talking to the two sent to search for the boy that bore the Keyblade, unknowing that their objective was right in the next room. Leon looked up when he heard the faint moan come from where the boy lay on the bed where Leon had put him. Yuffie jumped up and stood right over the boy, waiting for him to wake up. As blue eyes opened he looked right up into Yuffie's face.

“Kairi?”

“I think you overdid it, Squall.”

“It's Leon,” Leon said, pushing off from the wall to stand straight.

“Who's Kairi?,” Yuffie asked, turning her attention back to the boy, “ I'm the Great Ninja Yuffie,” the black haired ninja said, stepping back with a grin on her face as the boy sat up.

 

“I'm Sora,” the boy said, shaking his head. His eyes immediately fell on Leon, and Leon could see more than a few questions burning in his eyes. He answered what he felt weighed most importantly at the moment, “we had to get the Keyblade away from you. The Heartless are attracted to it.”

“The Heartless?” Sora echoed. His eyes open wide. Leon nodded, “those shadow things. But still, to think that the bearer of the Keyblade would be a kid,” Leon said, a sigh in his voice. From against the wall near him, he picked up the weapon that the boy had had earlier. He clutched the weapon tighter, holding it as if it were his own, and then, in a small gathering of light, almost milky white with tones of blue and other colors that were almost mesmerizing, his hand was extended into nothing but air, his fingers still in the same posture as if they held something other than air. The blade reappeared inside Sora's grasp and his hand automatically closed around the handle. Leon let his hand fall, shaking his head a little as he did so.

“But I guess beggars can't be choosers,” he finished, looking down at Sora.

 

Sora looked up at him oddly and then down at the Keyblade, lingering for a few moments, then back up at Leon. In his eyes was an unspoken question. And Leon smirked.

 

Then the Heartless came flying into the room.

 

 

And that's chapter two. Forgive me if some of the dialog is a little misplaced or even absent. I'm doing this by memory!

Oi, ya. This isn't gonna be shonen-ai.

I surprise myself sometimes!