Yes, I'm doing a KH fanfic. And unlike two-thirds of the KH fics on Fanfiction.net, one that doesn't have self-inserts, Mary Sues, shounen-ai, shojo-ai, yaoi, yuri, other freaky pairings, weird crossovers (maybe), or sex. Major gasp!
Another African American OC. So sue me, we're short on them! Also, I picked the title name from the opening of RahXephon. Chapters will be called movements because that's what symphonies are divided into (something I actually remember learning from BSC). And the subtitle of each movement will be named after a song in my iPod. First Movement is from the insert song from Fullmetal Alchemist because I thought that it kind of fit.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or Square-Enix. Wish I did, though.
First Movement - Dante
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“Nia, the answer to the question.”
I sighed and briefly looked up from my doodles. “Zero,” I answered dully. Everyone’s eyes snapped to me.
Mr. Jackson did a double take with me. “Nia, did you even hear the question?” he asked me skeptically.
I blinked in confusion. “Did I get it right?”
“Yeah…”
“Then I was listening.” I bit my lip as soon after I noticed that I had let another smartass comment escape. That meant another discussion about my attitude.
The algebra teacher pinched the bridge of his nose and ignored the giggles and whispers of his class. I went back to my notebook which only contained half a page of notes, the other half of the page consisting of spirals and flowers. Just because I didn’t teach out of this class…makes me wish I didn’t have to go to school to get a decent job.
Class was over before I knew it. “Okay, just read over the chapter and do the questions. The next quiz should be a breeze.”
I doubt it. These people haven’t stepped in a classroom for at least twenty years. And the rest are just plain idiots. Now I knew why adults had to admit that they weren’t smarter than fifth graders.
Nia Windfall, twenty-one years old and stuck at a technical school. I wasn’t exactly in my ideal setting when it came to higher education. It didn’t help that I thought like a snobby know-it-all. Didn’t care though. Some of these people really were stupid, and resented anyone who showed even the slightest intelligence.
“Nia, need a word with you,” the teacher told me while I was trying to hide in the retreating crowd. I groaned and stood beside him. He calmly cleaned his glasses before speaking again. “I’m just puzzled at your behavior, Nia. I’ve spoken to your other teachers and they all say different things. You say these inappropriate things in my class, but one of your other teachers told me you stay silent in her class.”
I looked at the floor. That would’ve been my English class. Another class I had decided to not test out of. “Then another of your teachers tells me you speak plenty and pay attention. Is there something I’m missing here?” he continued.
My eyes stayed on the floor. My mouth refused to open. It was the same thing that happened every time I was interrogated like this. I would just hang my head and surrender quietly. “No sir,” I replied in a low voice.
“Fine. Just keep that tongue under control.” I rolled my eyes and left before he can say anything about those too.
A couple of my same-age classmates stood by the door as I walked out. “Wow, Nia. You actually managed to stay awake today,” a girl with too much lip gloss commented.
Despite the flash of anger I felt, I managed to stay calm. “I’m a light sleeper. I have to decide between unconsciously tuning everyone out and consciously tuning you out while you noisily play with your gum.”
Her boyfriend looked at me like I just spoke in an alien tongue. “What did she say?” he asked his female companion.
“Didn’t get that? Let me slow it down. You. Are. Too. Loooouuuuud.” I drew out the last word for emphasis.
“Screw you, retard!” the guy retorted.
“At least you called me that to my face this time. Yeah, I could hear you whispering about me.” I left the conversation there and left the school.
Yes, I was considered a retard despite my intelligence. Probably because no one except half the teachers understood my manner of speech since it was hidden under so many layers of sarcasm and pessimism. But that was natural for me. Here are a few more natural things about me:
Number one. I don’t care for the human race. I save what little compassion I have for animals, plants, and electronics.
Number two. I truly believe that I am in hell. The Earth I live on is just a depressing shadow of the one you know of. Therefore it’s perfectly logical to not be happy about life here.
Number three. I’m heartless. Literally. It’s sort of a weird thing to say, but I’ve never had to explain it to a doctor. Despite what people might think, it’s not just a lack of the physical heart, but of the spiritual one as well. No happiness and little to no guilt and compassion.
Nobodies are basically a person minus the heart. They’re formed when the heart is overwhelmed by darkness. The Heartless, the creature formed by the tainted heart, scampers away while the Nobody is formed somewhere else.
I don’t like to reminisce about what life was like while I had a heart. I’ve willed myself to forget that former life. Too depressing to know that I was once happy.
“Hey, bitch!”
I sighed and stopped, not bothering to turn around to face the angry voice. “Thanks for answering to that,” I muttered to myself. The owner of the voice pressed something sharp and metal against my neck. I tilted my head to the side. “Is that a knife in your hand or are you just happy to see me?”
“You must wanna die.” He pressed harder. The pinprick of pain felt far away.
All talk, no action. “Get on with it already. I have better things to do than to be annoyed by a moron.”
“I had enough of your racist ass!”
He must be forgetful. I’ve insulted everyone in that class. “I’m not racist. I equally hate all humans.” Curse my honest tongue.
The flash of pain finally came as he slashed my neck. I stumbled forward and clasped a hand over the wound. The attacker stayed close, waiting for me to die in a puddle of my own blood. It wasn’t going to happen. No heart meant there wasn’t any blood to lose.
But I still had an act to do. I pretended to gasp for air and gargled spit in my throat, finishing it with a fall to the concrete. I patiently held my breath and kept still as I waited until he left.
I carefully checked my watch when it got quiet, still playing the role of corpse. Only fifteen seconds. That guy didn’t even make sure I bled. My joints popped as I sat up and stretched.
“Nice guy.”
“He’s an idiot. The world’s full of ‘em,” I replied. It took me a few seconds before I noticed that what I heard wasn’t my inner voice. What almost scared me was that I didn’t know the guy was there. Not wanting to provoke him, I stayed seated on the ground and stared at the other side of the street.
The man behind me chuckled. I heard the rustle of heavy material as he shifted around. “I’m surprised that I found you here of all places.”
The low mocking voice seemed to pass through my skin and freeze my insides. Every neuron in my body was screaming for me to stand and run. But I stayed seated and played it off. “Do I know you?”
“I’m a friend of a friend of a friend of yours.”
“That doesn’t really answer my question.” He indirectly knows about me. Not a lot of people know me. And he doesn’t seem to be freaked out by me.
He gave another chuckle. “No, you don’t know me personally.”
I narrowed my eyes in annoyance. “Do you know me?”
“I don’t know your name, age, or birthplace. But I do know that you gave my boss some grief…” My head was roughly yanked back as he snatched my hair. “Ansem’s little pet.”
A rough gasp was ripped out of my throat. My eyes opened and gazed at the hooded face looking down on me. I could make out piercing green eyes and a big grin. He was not a being of this world, but of the one I had come from, hopefully never to return.
“I’m not here for trouble,” he said quietly. “So let’s retreat to your place and discuss this like two rational adults.”
I swallowed to wet my bone-dry throat. Was this fear I felt? My throat had been cut just moments ago and it was this that had me scared. If he knew about me and was sent to find me, he must’ve had some sort of power to make his mission successful. It was almost impossible to even travel to the world I dubbed Shadow Earth without using the power of darkness.
“I’m going to let you go now,” the green-eyed stranger told me. “You won’t get very far if you try to escape.”
A threat. I should submit for the time being. I nodded slightly and slowly stood as soon as he released my hair. This gave me a chance to examine him. He was dressed in black leather from head to toe even though it was a warm night. The zipper on his long cloak was only halfway down, showing his black pants and knee-high boots. “My place?” I asked him, hiding my emotions.
“Better there than out here in the street.” He followed me closely, not caring that he was getting strange looks for his leather cloak.
My apartment was just a couple of blocks from where I was attacked. The stranger easily kept up with my quick pace with long strides. “Any reason you’re rushing?” he asked me curiously.
“Not including what you witnessed earlier, I have been stabbed twice, shot twice, and run over once.” I was surprised by my own casual voice. The whole dying routine was getting boring.
“You got run over?” He whistled.
“Now that was an accident, and it wasn’t like he ran all four wheels over me. I just spaced out and some goof wasn’t watching the sidewalk. I had a nasty bruise on my side for the rest of the day.”
He stopped momentarily on the second floor hallway of the apartment building. “The sidewalk.”
I shrugged. “I haven’t figured that out yet either.” I unlocked the door and stepped aside to let him in first.
The apartment was rundown, small, and smelly. The walls were paper thin and someone was always stomping around in the apartment above mine. There was water damage, pests’ droppings, and broken windows. But it was better than outside.
The stranger walked around the rooms, saving his critique until he had looked into all of them. “It’s a total mess. Why would you choose to live here?”
“It wasn’t my choice!” I barked. Both of our heads snapped to the sound of glass breaking. My favorite drinking glass on the kitchen table was now lined with cracks. I held my neck as a burning sensation flared up in my lungs.
The stranger gently lifted the glass with a gloved hand and whistled again. “Impressive. Now I know why that geezer sealed your powers.”
My fingers moved to the heart shaped tattoo on my collarbone. He even knows about the seal. How well does he know Ansem? I calmed down enough for the pain to go away. “I don’t think it’s fair for you to know so much about me and not give me anything about you.”
“How rude of me.” He finally removed his hood and smiled at the look of utter shock I gave him. His bright red hair stuck out in spikes like he had been struck with lightning. A diamond tattoo under each eye stood out under pale skin. “Are you gawking at the hair, the eyes, or the tattoos?”
“Um…all of the above.” I forced myself to blink. “You have to be the most colorful thing I’ve ever seen in this world.”
“Yeah, I do stick out. My name’s Axel.” He got closer and extended a hand which I just stared at. “You, on the other hand, blend in this world.”
“Dark-skinned humans aren’t in short supply here. I had to get stuck in a parody of a gangsta rap video.” My eyes became hard as I realized that he wasn’t just here for a friendly visit. “How do you know Ansem the Wise?”
His upper lip curled in a snarl. “And now we come to the interrogation. Yeesh, you could at least drop the attitude.”
“Answer the question.”
“Make me,” he teased with a smirk. He held his hands up in surrender. “Do to me what you did to that glass.” He raised a thin eyebrow at my visible flinch. “You could risk it. A little pain is worth your freedom, right?”
I growled in frustration. Great, he’s mocking me. What’s worse is that I have no idea what he can do, if he has any power. But I don’t think he’s here to kill me. He would’ve done that outside. I bit my lip and glanced at the cracked glass that had been set back on the table. It’s on the verge of breaking. Maybe I could use a shard from it.
The two of us stared at each other, waiting for the other to make a move. Axel finally broke his gaze as he sneezed, closing his eyes in reflex. I used the split second to rush for the glass. My hand closed around it and was met with burning pain. I hissed and threw the glass at the wall, shattering it to pieces. “Hot…hot…” I panted as I sat on the floor and nursed my burned hand.
Axel was laughing loudly and pointing at me. “You little devil! You were still going to try fighting me!” He stopped laughing and rubbed his forehead. “You’re a real handful, you know that? Did you actually think it was going to work after your fake death?”
My anger melted away to reveal a layer of fear and realization. He made that thing heat up. On top of that, he was able to get here. He was comfortable with me. Like he understood me. “You got here by using the paths of darkness. You’re a Nobody…” I whispered.
He nodded, a Cheshire cat grin gracing his face. “You’re not alone. Don’t you think that’ll make this game a lot more fun?”
It was pretty obvious that I was not going to escape him unscathed, if at all. He was just a sadistic cat playing with a half-dead mouse before he ate it. And all desperate prey eventually threw logic to the wind.
“Out of tricks?” he asked me playfully.
It was time for Plan B: beat the ever-loving crap out of him barehanded. The problem is that I had no experience in a fist fight. I rose to my feet and raised my fists, hoping that instincts and desperation would save me.
Axel wasn’t impressed. He rolled his eyes and watched his hand get enveloped in dark energy. “You definitely don’t have experience fighting another Nobody,” he said grimly.
I stepped back toward the door, already having Plan C in mind: simply trying to run out the apartment door and get the hell out of there. The air in the room got unbearably hot as Axel summoned something out of the energy he had gathered. Now he was holding a freaky chakram, parts of it colored red and black. There was a handle in the center that he could hold. “Tell me the truth. How stupid do you think I am?” he questioned.
I paused. “E…excuse me?” I stammered.
He glared at me. “You were backing up toward the door. Were you actually going to run from this?” He twirled his weapon in one hand.
I bit my lip and shook my head. “I’m not crazy. You’d just stab me in the back with that thing. It’s not an ordinary weapon, isn’t it? I can actually die from it.”
He nodded. “Do it, missy. Just one note. I might even have to retreat. You can keep your life for another day.”
My hands curled into fists. He’s been trying to goad me into using my power the whole time. There’s no reason for that! He’s just playing around with me before he kills me!
He rested his chakram on his shoulder and sighed heavily. “If you’re not going to make a good effort on defending yourself then I should just finish the job right now.”
No! I took a deep breath and belted out a loud, harsh “mi”. Axel clutched his ears and dropped to one knee. What was left of the window behind him shattered to pieces in the three seconds I held the note. After that my lungs ignited in fiery pain. I collapsed on the floor and rolled on my back, leering at Axel’s satisfied grin. “Did you let it all out?” he teased.
I wanted to tell him to screw himself but it hurt to even wheeze. Damn, I don’t think it did anything! All the effort I put into that attack didn’t do anything! I could feel my consciousness slipping away.
He rubbed his ears. “Wow, I cannot even hear the shouting from next door anymore. My hearing could be out for a whole day.” He walked around me and bent down to unclip my school ID from my shirt. “Nia Windfall. Hm.”
I opened my mouth only to find my own voice gone, a consequence from forcing my power out through the seal. “Don’t kill me,” I mouthed as my vision got darker.
Axel could read my lips. “I don’t think you’re in a position to plead.” And with that I blacked out.