ThrowingstonesatKingdomHearts
(AndgenerallymakingXemnasmad)
-o-o- Prologue -o-o-
-x-x- One-Way Argument -x-x-
The Castle That Never was (and yet still inexplicably was) stood quiet for what had probably been the first time in its non-existence.
The endless stretches of plain white corridor were deserted – not a single black cloak to be seen – and no screams, shouts or other ungodly noises that usually accompanied the group of 12 nobodies wherever they went could be heard.
It was most peculiar.
Or at least, one would have thought it was peculiar until they saw their guest.
Now he was most peculiar, and it was perhaps the air of oddness that hung around him that made the quiet atmosphere of the castle not quite as peculiar as it should have been.
He swished through the castle, a stooped figure who's back had bent double almost into a hoop. A most villainous creature, who's body was covered in a dark brown coat that trailed along behind him at every footstep.
A mere minute after he had passed the threshold of the castle everybody had scattered to their own rooms, gardens or underground laboratories, fretfully biting their nails and waiting for the unexpected visitor to leave.
(Strictly speaking he wasn't unexpected – Xemnas had given them a long speech about it yesterday, among other things – but as nobody bothered to listen to Xemnas' speeches anymore they had not one iota of a clue that the man was coming.)
"Ah. Welcome," Xemnas greeted, the only nobody who still remained in the corridor. It would have been plain rude to shut himself away in his highly furnished quarters when he'd been the one who'd invited him over in the first place.
"Yes. Xemnas. It's been too long," replied the man, his voice deep and rich.
Quite similar to Xemnas', really.
Exactly the same as Xemans'.
"Please, do follow me. We shall discuss our operation shortly."
The man frowned. Well, there was no way of telling his facial expression, but that much was obvious by his tone of voice when he said; "No, Xemnas. Not now. In case you didn't realise, I have a busy schedule – heartless to command and whatnot. Unlike you, I don't sit idly by in a castle eating bonbons whilst I send foolish young ingrates to complete my work for me."
Ingrates.
Oh, if Larxene had heard that Mr. Sack-Man would've had his ass kicked from here to The End Of The World... Probably have a kunai or fifty jammed up it as well, just for good measure.
"So let's get down to business. Destiny Islands," continued the Sack-Man, staring straight at Xemnas. There wasn't much else to stare at in a corridor whiter than Christmas in Antarctica.
"Yes," Xemnas agreed, trying not to get annoyed at this pushy piece of cloth. Slicing his head clean off was not going to help…
" Destiny Islands… What is it about that mundane world that interests you so? So small... The inhabitants all so simple…"
"The keyblade wielder is there."
The Sack-Man raised an eyebrow, this movement invisible to Xemnas. "Oh…? How can you be so sure?"
"I sent some of the higher-up members there on scouting missions a while ago. They say they could sense the strength of his heart from miles away. A strong light that pierced through the murkiest of darkness. A firm resolve that destiny could not break... And if our glorious organisation took the keyblade wielder and raised him as our own… Why, we could complete Kingdom Hearts in no time!"
"But why should I send a fleet of heartless to invade it if you are the only one who gains anything from the endeavour?" asked the Sack-Man quizzically, hands folded before him.
It was a stance Axel often took as he raised an impossibly skinny eyebrow and asked why he should take up a mission ("because if you don't I'll get Larxene to castrate you," Xemnas had always replied, which usually shut him up pretty quick).
"Because, my good Sir," Xemnas grinned, one more ace tucked under his sleeve. His trump card, if you will. "A Princess of Heart resides there. Yes – one of them needed to unlock the final door. To immerse yourself in the darkness."
And if you ever do get there, Xemnas thought to himself, I hope you never come back out.
The Sack-Man lips curled upwards in a smile at this news.
A/N: /nervous laughter/ Don't kill me...?
newan: wow, newan sounds like a name, doesn't it? well it's not. so get over it. it's new an. ya see? new author's note. yeah, cool, i know. 'cept i'm not actually the author of the prologue. i don't think i've even read it 'cause it is the new one. i read the old one, i SWEAR. well, this chapter's been rewritten - if the next one will be... well, that's a different story isn't it? 'cause i wrote half of it. oh dear. ocs make you cry, don't they? but i'm gonna be n00bish here, & say "there's a twist, see!", uhm, yeah, you'll see the twist when the time comes. hopefully.