Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Unlocked ❯ Prologue: Enter Chaos ( Prologue )

A/N: Hey, it's Fate here, introducing my first Kingdom Hearts story! -fanfare, cheering, jeering, etc.- Right. Seeing as this is my first story on the KH section, constructive criticism is always welcome, and flames will be deleted as usual. On to disclaimers!

 

Disclaimer: I, The Fate of Hands, do hereby not own Square Enix, Disney, China, Planet Earth, Kingdom Hearts, Mulan, or the awesome Mushu. I do however own each and every character that appears in this story asides the awesome Mushu and two others that appear later. Sit back, relax, enjoy the prologue.

 

Summary: Five fateful years have passed since the Heartless have infested the planet Earth, and half of the world now belongs in their dark clutches. Ten humans have become representatives of the Heartless, and have laid out their demands. The other worlds of the galaxy have grown nervous. Who's to say that these Ambassadors for the dark will not seek other worlds once they claim Earth? A unanimous decision has been made. The Keyblades are to be unleashed once again on the worlds - and the Chosen Ones will rise again.

 

Prologue: Enter Chaos

 

Every world among the stars has a Keyhole. And each one leads to the heart of that world.

What...what is this thing?

Keyblade…

I've been waiting for you.

How did this happen?

The darkness will destroy you.

The darkness may destroy my body, but it can't touch my heart.

Your heart? What good will that weak little thing do for you?

The heart that is strong and true shall win the Keyblade.

Plunge deeper into the darkness, and your heart will grow even stronger.

Let the Keyblade choose...its true master.

It's really quite simple. Open yourself to the darkness.

That is all. Let your heart, your being, become darkness itself.

Now, open your heart, surrender it to the darkness! Become darkness itself!

Keyblade…

Keyblade…

Keyblade…

I guess it's more than just a fairy tale.

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A barren wasteland. Cracked earth. Broken buildings. Sunset sky. Void of life. Teeming with darkness. That is all the remains of this humble city, one which used to prosper, as did the whole land. The land, one ruled by humans once, but now, the frail mortals hide underground, fearing for their lives, for it is the Heartless that are supreme. There is one figure. A lone blond man, standing in the center of what used to be a paved road, gazing at the sky. You draw his attention, and he turns to you.

“Hey. What are you doing here?” he inquires. “What, you want a story? …Sure, I guess it couldn't hurt.” The male motions for you to come closer, and turning to him, you notice that he is slightly tall, his hair a platinum blond. He has daring crimson eyes that bore into your soul as he looks you over, but that fear is washed away by a bright smile. A noticeable tattoo is marked over his right cheek and eye, but your stare draws a glare from him, one that tells you to stop gazing at it. He speaks again.

“I'm Kazumi Rahaku. It's a Japanese name, but I like to go by Rezaku. This barren wasteland you see before you is the remnants of some old city. What was it… Fremont? Fremont, yeah. Fremont, California.” You give him a blank stare. “What, were you not expecting this? You're in America, this is Heartless central! Don't you know anything!” You shake your head, and he looks you over again, before blinking.

“You're a…foreigner? We don't get many of them these days, what with the whole continent being covered by the Heartless. Did you come by boat? …Whatever. I'm guessing you don't know the situation that goes on here, or are you just stupid?” You give him an annoyed glare, and he chuckles. “Alright, let me refresh your memory then. You look like you were old enough to rationalize what occurred in this world five years ago, so I'll simplify my story. Half a decade ago from this time, the former state of Florida, on the east coast of this nation, was just abruptly invaded by Heartless.”

Heartless, you ask? As in, Heartless from that old video game, Kingdom Hearts? “Yeah, those are the ones.” But they can't be real! “That's what we all thought. Now look at us. We're a scattered race across this landmass, hiding underground from the dark terrors! So yeah, back to my story. In less than a day that the Heartless appeared, Florida was consumed and…gone. Many of us began to flee for their lives, boarding boats and airplanes, anything to get the hell outta here. My family, however, was stubborn. My father wouldn't just abandon his ambition of creating a trade business because of some stupid black creatures. Boy, did we learn the hard way. A few mere hours after we moved down south, our city, THIS city, was ambushed by Heartless! We were in total chaos, we had no chance.” Rezaku stops for a moment, looking down, fists clenched.

“I lost my parents to those foul beasts. It drove me insane. I was young, emotional, and it didn't quite get through my head. So when the beings were gone, and the few survivors peeped out from underground, I went berserk. I grabbed the first thing I could see, a large iron pipe, and began beating down on everything I saw. It was madness. Pure, simple madness. Took a bunch of the men and an old Japanese lady to stop me.” He looks up with a dull stare, and cracks a smile, sighing through it. “Ah well. Life's life. You just have to learn to keep it now. Well, after the invasion on my city, in less than a mere year, the United States of America was taken over by the darkness. It's pathetic…”

He looks at you, thinking of what to say next, and he continues with an inhale. “Well, after taking the states over, the Heartless, not finding the keyhole of this world here--You do know what the Keyhole is right?” You shake your head. He slaps his forehead in exasperation. “Here's the gist. Every world in the great galaxy is made of a Keyhole. Through the Keyhole lies the heart of the world, a heart of pure light. It is what the Heartless crave, and they will stop at nothing to find that hole, infest themselves through it, and devour the heart of Earth. When that happens, it will all be over. Our world will die and become nothing but chaotic fragments of its former beauty. We will all perish. Moving along, the Keyhole wasn't in the states, so in a week, the Heartless decided to move up. Literally. In half a year, Canada was no more, but the hole was not there either. Eventually, throughout the next four years, North and South America, along with Africa and Antarctica--Yeah, half the world--were corrupted by darkness. The former United Nations, now held in Tokyo, desperately tried to negotiate with the Heartless, but as they were primitive beings, lacking brain or heart, nothing could be done. It was at that time, I believe a few months ago, that ten brave humans took the plunge for our world. They gave themselves up to the Heartless, and they became their representatives. They became the Ambassadors of the Abyss. Nine of them look like ordinary humans, yet it is darkness that flows through their veins, and an abyss where their heart should be. Their leader, though, was not as lucky. The Heartless swarmed him as soon as he approached them…He became what we call a Half-Heartless, one who is not human, but not Heartless. He became the translator of the darkness, and together, the humans and Heartless made a deal. If the humans find the keyhole and show it to the Heartless, they in turn will promise the humans a new home. It's a lie, obviously, but what choice do we have? It's our best chance at stalling…”

Rezaku ends his story glumly, turning to you and shaking his head. “You, my friend, have heard the whole story, tried and true. Now get underground and I'll introduce you to the--”

A loud rumble and an inhuman roar ring throughout the city, and Rezaku's face turned from ease to panic to grim seriousness. He turns to you and grabs your shoulders. “Listen to me. It's obvious you aren't a fighter, so go down this manhole and go in the direction of the fire. There will be other humans there. Tell them Rezaku sent you, and that the Heartless are coming! Go!” He squats down and pries open a manhole, in which he hastily pushes you down. The last thing you see before he runs off is him drawing two swords from his belt and charging forward. You then pull the manhole over the opening. Never again would you see this strange man.

~~~

“Mushu do this, Mushu do that, Mushu, where the hell's my cat! I can't stand it! I finally get promoted after two thousand years and they make me a delivery boy!” A deep voice raged. Through the starry sky of the Earth, what seemed to be a red comet zoomed across the horizon, stopping over a high mountain peak. “Daaaamn! Their mountains look exactly like China! They even got themselves a big wall like China! They must be fans of our world!” the voice added, looking down upon the Great Wall of China.

The mysterious figure cast a great shadow on one of the mountain walls, one of a fearsome dragon depicted in legends and folk tales. However, upon following the shadow down, way down, it revealed what was a tiny red dragon, one that could be no taller than up to the average man's knee. The dragon was male, judging by the voice, and he was carrying a large golden box with a keyhole at the front, like a treasure chest. “Well, time to get to work. The Unified World District don't want this hunk of rock to turn into a Heartless nation, so it's up to good ol' Mushu to save the day! Of course, I don't think any of these punks'll be able to do it like Sora did. Sora…man, it's been two millennia and he's still fresh in my head. Okay kiddos! Time to let out the toys!”

With that, the dragon kicked the sparkling chest in the air, to which it opened up, and dozens of little Keychains flew out into the horizon. A red feather, a thunderbolt medallion, a conch shell, a lion cub's head, a Heartless symbol, a cute yellow bird, and a vast variety of other chains. However, only two caught Mushu's attention, two mouse-head chains, one silver, one gold. They both flew off in the same direction, and Mushu followed. “Man, can't believe the bosses told me to follow the kid who gets Sora's Keyblade. Sure hope he'll be a riot like Sora was.” As the red blur once again took flight, an explosion of stars, the Keychains, scattered to the far reaches of the earth, to find their true masters. One golden medal, similar to the thunderbolt one but with Chinese characters, swirled about Mushu's petite dragon body, and for a moment, he stopped midair to look at it.

“Hey little fella, what's wrong? You wanna get back in that chest?” he asked, to which the medal flashed brightly before wrapping its chain around Mushu's neck, like a necklace. “Whaaat? You mean I'm your wielder?” It flashed once, a yes. “Well! Isn't this a pleasant surprise! I get to hang around the heroes and kick butt at the same time! Alright! This, kid, is the beginning of a beautiful friendship!”

With that declaration, Mushu zipped away once more, chasing after the gold and silver Keychains.

End Prologue

A/N: Well, that's the beginning of hopefully, a beautiful fanfic. Enjoy it, review it, and farewell!