Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny Keys ❯ Entering Veeadon ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

This is my first attempt at a Kingdom Hearts story, so please be nice. Also, keep in mind that I have played KH1 and KH2, but haven't played Chain of Memories. I'm not sure if that'll make any difference, though. And I'm very sure that someone out there has written a fic about Sora and Kairi's children, so if I steal anybody's ideas, I'm really sorry.

With that out of the way, here's the first chapter…

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Destiny Keys

Chapter One - Entering Veeadon

By Glacierclaw

I was only fourteen years old when it happened.

At least, I think it was fourteen. It's been so long ago, I can hardly remember. Something between all those years ago - when I lived in Traverse Town - and now, when I live in a totally different world must have done something to my brain.

My name is Kyter Kiodove. And I am not as normal as I thought I was.

The first weird thing that happened - the first thing that helped make my life change - was at a soccer game one day. I'm really good at soccer, or at least, so I like to think. I mean, yeah, so what - I managed to score a few goals in a single period. And I guess I am the team's star player.

I rammed the side of my foot into the ball, kicking it as hard as I could toward our goal. It was stopped by Evorn, one of my friends, who quickly passed it back to me as I hurried to catch up with him. One of the opposing team members bolted out of nowhere, trying to get the ball out of my control. I passed it to the left as he kicked toward the right, and passed it back to Evorn.

“Come on, Kyter!” he screamed at me.

I nodded, hurrying ahead, panting too hard to say anything. I watched as he turned to kick the ball back at me.

But my eyes trailed past his head, to see a figure, lurking behind a tree behind the spectators. This figure had a large frame and wore a green cloth over his mouth and nose, giving him the impression of a ninja. His scraggly hair covered his eyes, masking out everything else on his face.

I froze when I noticed him - and right when Evorn kicked the ball toward me. It rolled right past - I didn't even notice it.

Evorn stared. “Kyter!” he cried.

I started. “What?”

I looked up just in time to see another one of my teammates kick the ball into the goal. The goalie lunged; hands outstretched, toward it, but instead fell onto the grass. The ball rocketed into the net.

Evorn was too excited to criticize me about how I had stayed put like that - he was jumping up and down, thumping me on the shoulder. I joined in too. Who cared about that person? We had won!

“Nice,” I said to the guy - Deilo - who had scored the goal. “That was a really nice shot.”

Deilo shrugged. “It wasn't that hard.”

I left the field in high spirits. I loved winning. Who didn't love winning?

I paused beside the magnificent fountain in Second District, my bag slung around my shoulder. A low wall surrounded it with lights engraved in it. An emblem of butterflies flying around was right behind it on a stone wall. I stared at it for a few seconds. Something about it gave me reassurance.

I turned toward the stone steps that led up and around to the large wooden door that was the entrance to First District. That was where I lived. My parents - Decria and Nilor Kiodove. My dad - Nilor - worked at the accessory shop and my mom at the hotel. They were both really nice people, and my friends claimed that I had the coolest parents around. I admired both of them.

Surprisingly, my parents both looked nothing like me - they were both tall and blonde, but I was average height for a fourteen-year-old boy. My hair was a reddish-brown that was always messy. I had a sporty build and, obviously, liked to play sports. Around my head was my favorite blue headband. I had had that as long as I could remember. I thought it was very cool, and it matched my blue eyes.

I was starving, I realized, groaning. Right then, I would kill for one of mom's grilled steaks…I walked a little faster, eager to get home.

But as I walked past the shoe shop, I felt someone's eyes watching me. Whipping around, I let out a yell of surprise when I saw that the same guy who had been watching me at the soccer match was right behind me. I gaped at him, wondering what to do. Run?

“You're coming with me,” the guy growled through that weird mask covering his mouth and nose. Why did have to wear that, anyway? It was pretty stupid looking.

I swallowed. I was scared. This guy obviously meant to abduct me. Gathering my courage, I shouted, “What if I don't want to?”

Oooh, nice, Kyter, I thought dryly. He'll really back off if you say something like that…

I started when a hand clasped around my shoulder and saw another one of those guys - wearing different clothes and had red, neat hair, but still had the retarded cloth over his face - standing right behind me. His dark eyes leered.

“It doesn't matter,” he snapped, his hand tightening so hard that I winced.

I smacked his hand away and ran back down the stones. “Go screw yourselves!” I screamed, and ran for Third District.

I rushed across the pavement, my heart thudding in my chest. What was going on? Traverse Town had always been so peaceful - when had a gang like this come? I crossed into the alley and made a run for the Third District - but at that moment, another one of those guys appeared right in front of me. And by appeared, I mean, poof! Here I am! It was totally scary. And I don't scare easily.

I skidded to a halt and tried to rush back, but the two evil guys who had cornered me earlier were standing there, their eyes very menacing.

“Just make it easy for yourself,” growled the first one, stepping forward. “Give up the chase, boy.”

I glared at him. “No!” I snapped. Like I had any choice. They had me cornered in an alley.

But then…the strangest thing happened. Stranger, even, than guys appearing out of thin air wearing clothes over their mouths and noses.

I felt a force coming up through my shoes, immobilizing me. I gasped, terrified, and to be honest my first thought was Are they using their stunning rays on me? Probably not the most intelligent thing I could have said, but not a lot of people have been in my situation.

And then, without warning, what looked like a huge, egg-shaped dome completely covered me. It was clear, I could see through it, could see the shouts of the guys who were trying to kidnap me - obviously, they hadn't planned this. I screamed in terror as the egg thing sank directly into the ground! I'm serious - like it was mud. I had never been so afraid. I felt consciousness seeping away, and I fell into blackness.

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When I awoke, the first thing I thought was that those weird guys wearing the masks had captured me. I jerked, trying to get up, but the pain in my back was pretty bad. I hadn't even opened my eyes yet. How very clever.

Slowly, slowly, my eyes opened. I was lying on the bare ground - not the pavement of Traverse Town. Looking around, I saw that I was in a grassy plain that spread for miles and miles. The sun was out, but the sky was cloudy. That was weird - hadn't it been nearly nighttime? And I was sitting on a huge tree root. No wonder my back hurt so much.

Gingerly, I climbed to my feet. Hurt like hell, but at least I was alive. Swallowing, I realized just how much trouble I was in - where was Traverse Town? Where had those guys got to? How did I get here? And - where am I?

I almost panicked. My parents must be really worried, I thought bitterly. How, how, how did I get here?

“Hey!” I shouted to the sky. “I want to go home!”

Okay. Not brilliant, I'll admit, but I was desperate. There was no answer. Not that I expected there to be, of course. I decided that maybe I should start looking for the nearest town. Maybe I had just been blasted to the outskirts of Traverse. Maybe.

But as soon as I had taken a step forward, one of the things I certainly didn't want to see appeared in a blink in front of me - one of the evil guys in the green masks.

“Thought you could get away, did you?” he sneered.

I tried to think of some clever retort, but then a bunch more of them appeared, forming a circle around me.

“You can't escape now!” crowed a woman.

I knew that I was done for now. These guys wanted me pretty bad for some reason. I glared defiantly at them and cried,

“Why do you need me? There's nothing special about me!”

To my surprise, the people laughed. “Of course there is,” one of them chuckled, and he stepped out of the circle to grab me.

WHACK!

Both of us - the evil guy closest to me and me - jumped when one of his guys fell to the ground with a thud. A bloody lump was on the back of his head. Standing there, holding what looked like a long, wooden stick, was a boy.

He looked a bit older than me, maybe fifteen. He was very tall and thin, that was for sure, and didn't look like he could have done such a spectacular blow to that guy. The kid had neat dirty-blonde hair and unusually hazel eyes, and he had sharp features. Right under his left eye was what looked like a lime-green tattoo with a black circle in the middle. I had no idea what that was about.

He was wearing a dark green, high-collar jacket with long sleeves. I could see a plain green shirt underneath. However, on that jacket, he wore what looked like tear-shaped metal objects on his shoulders and wrists. I didn't understand what they were for. Around his chest was a black sash with slits down the middle. I guess that they had different kinds of weaponry in there.

His pants were of a taupe color and rather baggy, and had a little yellow chain feature by the pockets. I noticed that on the front of his ankles, he wore the same tear-shaped metal thing. His shoes were a light blue color and I saw that they had tiny spikes in the front and back for better traction.

I stared at him. Even though this guy had managed to take out one of them, there was no way he could defeat this entire group. I watched, amazed, as his hazel eyes glared at the evil dudes around him, and without warning, struck with the wooden weapon.

It was incredible. This kid swung the weapon expertly, hitting the guys in masks with remarkable strength. Two of them ran forward, brandishing a dagger, but he swung the stick forward, tripping one of them. The other one fell over his partner and jerked when he aimed a blow at his head. Even more incredible was that the kid never seemed to tire at all, even when he was facing foes like this. He was obviously military-trained, and soon I came to realized what the tear-shaped objects were for - whenever a blow was aimed at him, the kid would raise the one on the back of his wrist, blocking it, and attacking with the weapon.

At last, all of the enemies were bleeding and lying sprawled on the ground. I watched in amazement as they disappeared in an instant.

The dirty-blonde-haired kid put the weapon in a holder in the back of his sash, turned to me, and said, “Are you all right?”

I nodded, too shocked to speak.

“My name is Torl Hurn.”

Torl? I thought. Interesting name… “Er, hi there,” I said awkwardly. “I'm -”

“Kyter Zelek, I know,” he interrupted.

I stared. “Zelek? No, no, it's Kyter Kiodove.”

The kid…Torl…shook his head. “You do not know yet,” he said mysteriously. His expression remained very serious. I wondered if this guy was even capable of smiling. “Do not worry, Kyter - everything will be revealed to you. We have been expecting you.”

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I hope this chapter was good. This story will probably be a long-running fic, so be warned. And I know it's kind of confusing in this chapter, and no, those evil guys, as Kyter described, are not Organization XIII.

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