Disclaimer: I don't own KH! And I most likely never will, sadly. .
Warnings! – Contains Yaoi. Please don't read if it offends you.
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This was just a sudden idea that flew into my head last night. :3 So I put it down on paper, and before you knew it I had a sheet full of unreadable scribbles. --; So…I typed out my doodles and this is what I came out with.
Plus, I'm trying to focus on my other story. So the other takes priority…right now, anyway.
Pairings will be shown as the story goes along. Some are rather obvious, some aren't.
Note: The numbers in the story do have some meaning. If anyone can figure it out, they get a cookie. It's actually kind've simple, so don't think too hard.
Perfect Person
-Prologue-
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"We want to create…"
It was an awfully long corridor. It was dark, too, lit by those blackened, old-fashioned candles mounted on the walls - that nowadays only showed up in cliché horror movies.
Particular flames were so weak and dwindled that they blew out as Sora rushed past. Glowing, ember flakes just fingered the ground before they faded.
He passed through an archway, continuing on to yet another labyrinth of sandstone. Numbers 18, 9, 11, then 21… 1891121.
It was much easier to recall the code separately, rather than that seemingly unnecessary blend of digits. A twist brought him to a narrow hallway labeled with tags proclaiming it passage eighteen.
"People are awfully flawed." A pause. "They betray one another. They do not trust, do not expect, do not love."
"They live for only themselves." Another's snarl cut in.
Layered stone flooring – vaguely naturally shaped - echoed the dull thud of his right shoe, while his left foot valiantly tried to keep from touching the floor – having idiotically lost his shoe some time ago.
There were doors, too. Entrances beckoning yet locked from the inside. Occasionally, noises could be heard as if people were conversing. The doors were beautiful, or rather could've been beautiful if presented in a much brighter light.
His stride was steady, if a bit desperate.
There was a sound buzzing in his ears – heard only by him but louder than anyone could ever imagine. It was a mixture of memories, loud voices and thoughts he never remembered himself thinking.
"Our goal does seem a bit hopeful, doesn't it…"
Narrow flashes of amber gleamed dangerously, haunting the backs of his eyelids. They laughed at him, amused almond every time he blinked to clear dust from his vision.
Foolishness. He should not have allowed himself to chase his curiosity, and in turn his roommate, up to this point. He had been taught better, he cursed himself.
Especially since he was so mediocre at playing hide-and-seek, all those years ago.
Hindsight. Perception after the fact.
Casting a weary, skeptical blue eye behind his shoulder, he vaulted himself into a shaft branded with the number nine.
"You're psychotic, all of you. What makes you even BEGIN to think that –"
"You're not to talk to our master –"
"Silence. Either consent to our terms, or leave here not as you were."
Sora paused as he slowed, scarcely catching a crooked opening with blunted, golden ones proudly standing upon the top corners.
He grinned to himself, slipping sideways even as he heard a reverberated, lighthearted laugh coming from a doorway not six steps away from him. Not losing quite yet.
His covered foot caught on a bruise on the otherwise perfect surface. His other slammed onto the floor as it tried to keep balance and dignity, causing his face to cringe at the cold transferring up his spine.
He had jinxed himself on that one. His mother's dismal luck (bless her soul) had transferred over to Sora, he was sure of it. His watch glowed, illuminating his neck as he read off a total of ten minutes remaining.
That wasn't too bad. Considering he had only one more path remaining. Rather good time had been made.
"His original caretaker became rather busy. It wouldn't be forever – just until he is able to return to the line of duty."
"Who? You don't mean L-"
"We don't talk of names here. We speak in numbers. Names hold far too much power on a being."
A flash of dancing neon lights caught his eye as he dashed past. It was enthralling, he admitted to himself, but he had no time for things as trivial as exploring.
"You're quite high-ranked. Skilled, your file states. You would be wholly fit to play guard." Murmured. Speaking as if he wasn't there.
"It's as if you consider this a game." Sora spat out, vehemently. "I'm not fit to care for a child."
"It's not a child you're caring for."
The last number was…twenty-one, he believed. There. Eyes spied a polished door fit for a castle entrance. The handle showed little use. As he pushed it open, it led to a simple path with outwardly no tricks.
Distanced steps reiterated down the hall. Time was no longer a factor.
"No? Perhaps you would like to meet the one you are to care for first."
Endlessly long, it was. Stretched forever out in front of him. And to think, afterwards all he could look forward to was walking back.
"You have an hour. A test, you could say."
Eyes noticed snapshots on the wall. No – not snapshots. Child's drawings, colored in light pastels. Each depicting certain figures. "Those are…"
"Yes, they are rather whimsical, aren't they? Living dreams, each and every one of them. Simply waiting for someone to teach them life…"
A simple doorway was coming up. Judging the scanner cautiously, he ran his arm under the limelight.
The door opened, admitting his entrance.
"But we will make our dream a reality." Eyes sparkled with dark zeal.
The room opened into a vast cavern. The floor illuminated under his feet as he walked on the solid, glossy-black marble surface. A high ceiling eliminated any feelings of claustrophobia.
Chambers upon chambers, filled with glowing green water. Bubbles floated gaily upwards. Thin tubes carrying air and nutrients to figures within. Most vaguely humanoid.
He stopped in front of a single chamber, standing underlined next to four other vacant ones. The four no longer shimmering cylinders tinted the single radiant one.
He stared what seemed forever, at the floating strands of hoary. Breaths exhaled the smallest trace of effervesces.
As if nodding to himself, he left to go accept the offer, steps determined and sure.
"We want to create the perfect person."
Slivers of blue-green watched him go.
AN: There you are. I have a vague idea of where it's going, but all my ideas seem to like clashing together.
If anyone likes how it's going so far, I'll probably put more energy into it, I guess. Don't criticize too hard? I did write this in the span of an hour. xD