Ok, ya'll here's chapter 3! Enjoy!
Scratch….scratch….
Silver rays from the moon reflected off the clear windowpanes of the buildings and a cool breeze swept down the streets. It murmured a secret as it curled around the feet of two late night travelers.
Scritch…scratch….
BHK kept his eyes firmly planted on the ground ahead of him as he walked. His mind was mulling over the sudden events that just occurred. How could Sora be the one he was looking for? Did they know? They couldn't possibly know or they wouldn't have sent him looking for him. It was all so confusing and the blonde wrinkled his forehead in annoyance. He could of easily handed Sora right over to them then and there, but nooo, he had to go and jump into a dumpster. Not the smartest thing to do, but at least it got them out of harms way. Out of all the people Sora was the one…he was the….BHK stopped his train of thought, realizing he couldn't even admit it to himself. He glanced at the boy beside him.
Scratch-"Sora will you quit that!"
Startled, Sora looked up and withdrew his hand from the back of his jacket.
"Sorry, but it itches."
"What does?"
"The tag!"
"It itches…."
"Yes!"
BHK threw his hands up, he felt the beginnings of a migraine. "You are impossible!" He drew his keyblade out. "Come here."
Sora stared at him. "Why?"
"Just come here!"
The brunette slowly shuffled over. "Ok…."
"Turn around."
Sora complied, surprised with himself that he trusted the boy enough that he wouldn't pull anything funny on him. He turned his head slightly over his shoulder to look.
BHK lifted the long white tag out of the jacket and carefully placed the tip of the keyblade next to the flimsy material. In a small, quick movement he neatly sliced it off and watched it fall to the ground, spinning on the air.
"There. Now it won't itch."
Sora rolled his shoulders around to see if he could feel any remaining bits of the tag, but there were none. He turned around, one eyebrow raised.
"You know, you didn't have to do that."
BHK shrugged. "Whatever."
Sora smiled anyway. "Thanks." He locked eyes with the other boy and felt an unexpected shiver run through him.
BHK looked away, obviously having felt it too. "Your welcome."
An achy sensation spread through his body. It started out as an uncomfortable feeling in his chest when he first met the other youth, but now it was getting worse by the minute.
Oh shit. It's started. BHK tried to ignore it as he started walking again.
The awkward silence was almost tangible enough to touch. Sora could feel the sudden distance between them. It was if an invisible force was trying to push them apart but not enough to separate them. He was getting frustrated. This so called connection, or whatever, was getting on his nerves. He really wanted an explanation, but the blonde hid it with him under his hood.
Sora opened his mouth to say something when several black orbs formed in front of them. The two froze.
The creatures forming were a sickening sight. Sora was never fond of running into these kind of heartless. The darkballs had a slimy sheen to their ugly, purple skin, and their beady yellow eyes were out of proportion to their giant mouths, which opened as if to engulf you when they charged.
Sora whipped out the Oathkeeper just as BHK withdrew his weapon from the folds of his cloak. They stood side by side in perfect stance, watching as a dozen more darkballs formed under the night sky.
"Think you can handle yourself Sora?" Came BHK's voice from the left.
Sora gripped his keyblade tighter. "You bet."
They charged in unison, right into the swarm of floating heartless. The keyblades whistled through the air as the boys took out the enemy with ease. Black smog clouded the area as each one disappeared with a perfectly executed move.
"You fight well," BHK said once the last darkball vanished at the hand of Sora's keyblade. It was true. He had been watching the brunette fight in a way he had never seen before. His moves were almost reckless and out of control but the boy held such a strong sense of determination that his skills were in a league all their own.
"Thanks," Sora said and spun his keyblade in a fancy one-handed move before resting it on his shoulder. It was a rather cocky move but BHK chose to ignore it. "You're not so bad yourself."
BHK folded his arms. "I'll take that as a compliment."
Sora tucked his keyblade away, the adrenaline he got from the fight was slowly disappearing. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked around at the empty moonlit streets. "So, where are we going?"
"Traverse Town," replied BHK as he inspected a cut on his arm. He got it when a heartless charged at him from behind.
Sora wrinkled his forehead in confusion. "Traverse Town? But there's no way we can get there."
"Yes there is." BHK pulled his sleeve down, covering the wound up and pointed to a dark alleyway. "Up there."
"Where?"
"Behind that dumpster."
Sora groaned. "We're getting in another one?"
BHK rolled his eyes and headed towards the alley. He was surprised that he remembered where it was, like Sora said earlier, this city was a frickin' maze. He'd probably be in Traverse Town by now if it weren't for Sora following him. Damn keyblades. But then again he had found Sora by the keyblade in the first place, that's what they told him to do.
"Ok, help me push this," said BHK once they reached the offending waste storage. "It's pretty heavy."
Sora looked at him like he had antlers or something. "Why?"
The other youth blew a few blonde strands away from his face. "Can you just stop asking questions for once and do it?" Sora stood next to him and put the flat of his palms on the green metal muttering a jumble of words including "nutters" and "psycho". And within the next few moments the dumpster was easily pushed to the side.
"This is your genius plan?" Sora said staring at the blank wall.
BHK pushed back his hood revealing his spiky blonde hair. "Yes, as a matter of fact it is."
"Maybe you hit your head a little too hard because there's nothing…." The words died in Sora's mouth as the wall began to glow with a faint light. As he stared the light got brighter and brighter until it was too painful to look at. Before he knew it the light had completely engulfed him and he screwed his eyes shut as the ground disappeared beneath him.
"Where is the boy?"
"He is with the keyblade wielder."
"Ah, so he has found him…." Contented sigh. "Excellent. And has he followed through with the plan?"
Awkward pause. "No."
"You mean to tell me that he has abandoned his task."
"Yes."
"He is not going to deliver the keyblade?"
Nervous shuffle of feet. "Yes."
Silence.
"Perfect."
Soft exhale.
"You may go."
Shuffling of feet on stone.
"Oh, and Riku?"
Intake of breath. "Yes?"
"I trust you know what to do now that the plans have changed. You must not fail me."
"I won't."
The feeling of light singing the back of his eyelids slowly disappeared as solid ground formed beneath his feet. A slight pressure on his arm made him open his eyes; the world spun briefly before he could focus clearly. A pair of bright cerulean eyes stared back at him in concern.
"Sorry, I should have warned you first," said BHK letting go of his arm. "I guess you've never traveled that way before."
"What just happened?" Sora asked weakly. He felt like his stomach had done several flips leaving him slightly nauseous.
"We came through a portal," replied BHK. "Going through one for the first time makes you kind of tipsy."
"Apparently," muttered Sora and looked around.
The familiar brick walls of Traverse Town stretched high above them, lining the small cobblestone road that they stood on. The few people on the street hadn't noticed their sudden appearance and kept on with their own activities. They were in the second district and from across the square the bright lights of the hotel winked at them.
Sora turned back to the wall and studied it closely. "I don't understand. How could anybody know about a portal like this?" The tiny minerals embedded in the wall glinted innocently back at him.
"Nobody should know about it, it shouldn't be there," said BHK crossing his arms. The cloak was really too big for him, it bunched up around the hands.
"Then how did you find it?"
"I have my sources."
Sora stared at him. "You're not going to tell me anything are you?"
BHK grinned. "Nope."
They headed towards the first district after a brief argument over who got the bigger half of the croissant they bought. Naturally, BHK won and Sora fumed as he shoved his half into his mouth.
"Take smaller bites will you?" BHK said, licking off his sticky fingers one by one as they walked down the stone steps. "You look like a cow."
Sora slowly counted to ten. Could this guy get anymore aggravating?
The doors of the item shop opened easily for them and a familiar face belted out their names.
"Sora! BHK! What are you fuckers doing here?"
"We need a place to stay," BHK said as the man came out from behind the counter and ruffled both of their heads.
"Wait a second," said Sora, ducking out of the man's antics. "How do you know BHK?"
"I met him in Twilight Town," said the man, brushing his nose with the side of his hand. "I caught him trying to mug an apple off me."
BHK stared down at his feet, his face slightly flushed.
"Is that where we came from?" Sora asked staring at the man.
"Yes," BHK said answering for him. "Cid was kind of enough to lead me to a decent shelter in the city."
"You're an orphan?" Sora said incredulously.
The blonde shrugged.
"He was a rascal all right," Cid said fondly. "The little shit couldn't stay out of trouble."
"Ok, that's enough Cid," BHK said sternly. "Now I understand you have an apartment upstairs, do you think Sora and I could stay for the night?"
"No problem," Cid replied. "You guys can go up right now."
Sora followed BHK up the latter, it creaked slightly under both their weights. The apartment consisted of only two rooms, one with a small TV, and a couch and a kitchenette in the corner, the other with a cot and a bedside table and bathroom.
"Nice," Sora said plopping down on the navy blue couch. "Beats sleeping on the wet ground."
BHK leaned against the wall. "It will do for now. We only have to stay until morning." He crossed his legs casually and regarded Sora with a piercing gaze.
Sora stared back; he felt uneasy under the blonde's intense scrutiny. "Can you stop looking at me like that? It's freaking me out."
Without a reply, BHK left the wall and slowly walked over to the couch. He sat down next to the other boy, invading his personal space. Alarm bells were ringing off inside Sora's head as BHK leaned closer and closer to him until he was forced to lie back with the blonde's hands on either side of his chest. The couch was way too small for two people, let alone two adolescent boys who were almost done growing and Sora felt like he was trapped under the other body. BHK's eyes were a smoldering blue as he stared down at the brunette, his blonde hair falling forward over his face as he leaned even closer. Sora felt unbelievably awkward and finally managed to kick his brain in gear. He pushed the other boy away and scrambled off the couch.
"What the hell was that?" Sora yelled now thoroughly shaken and realizing what exactly just happened.
BHK looked just as horrified as he did. His hair was askew and he was nervously straightening out his cloak. "I..I….did I really just do that?"
"Yes!" Sora ground out at the top of his lungs. "You did do that. Now tell me why!"
BHK muttered something like, "oh god!" and fled to the other room, slamming the door behind him.
Sora ran after him and pounded his fist on the wooden panel. "Get out here right now!"
No answer.
"I want some answers BHK I can't take this anymore!"
Silence.
He tried the doorknob but it was locked. Sora let out a sigh of frustration and drew out his keyblade.
"I'm going to tear down this door right now and there's nothing you can do to stop me!"
Still no answer.
"Ok! You're funeral!"
But before Sora could do anything a strong grip on his wrist prevented him from following through with his action.
"Sora, that's enough."
Sora turned around found Cid staring back at him. Cid pried the keyblade from his fingers and set it down on the floor.
"Why don't you take a walk? Hmm?"
Sora glared at him in return. "No. I have to talk to him. He's not being fair anymore."
"Not fair, eh? Well too bad! Get your ass out of my sight before I make you!"
The brunette backed down, startled by Cid's words. "Ok, ok. I'm going." He quickly climbed down the latter and out of sight.
A/N: Ok, phew that one's over. I know that a lot of questions still need to be answered like: What the hell is BHK hiding and why is he acting so weird? What's up with the keyblades? Who was Riku talking too? and Where in the worldis this story going?
Some of those questions will be answered in the next chapter, so please stick with this story I promise it will make more sense!
Oh, and for those who are wondering why I chose to name the blonde kid BHK is because in truth nobody knows his real name. Nomura (the creator of Kingdom Hearts) still has yet to tell us his real name. Go take a look at the images on http/ . It's a great site with lots of information KH2.
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