We were born different.

When you’re little, it only shows up occasionally. A fall that should’ve broken bones, cuts that heal within a day, you’re never sick, and your imaginary friend makes a real impact on your life.

Parents don’t question it, not if they’re smart. It was a miracle you lived through that crash, or that you could hold your breath that long… Nothing more.

It’s when you get older, is when it gets worse.

Children go through phases, when you’re little, you’re afraid of the dark. Every child sees monsters with wicked yellow eyes, and claws. They cry and the parents flick on the lights and you’re safe. After a certain amount of time, you grow out of it, the darkness is nothing to be afraid of, those monsters weren’t real and your well on your way to becoming an adult.

Expect for a few of us, those monsters don’t disappear.

The darkness stays forbidding, and those yellow eyes, you can feel them as you sleep, gazing at you with childish fascination. Only they’re not on you, they’re not interested in you.

They’re interested in your heart.

Each night they inch a little closer, and each night you find yourself burying your head deeper under the covers. An unexplained fear of nothing, it’s not real right? That tingling on your back, that twisting knot in your stomach is just nerves.

One night you’ll dare to look, to peek your head out from under those covers, to see what is making your body turn unnaturally cold. Human curiosity of the unknown, you just have to know what’s there, compelled to finally face what you’ve feared for so long.

* * *

“A train derailed today at 7:06 PM, it is believed that 52 people died in the crash when the conductor suffered a heart attack and lost control of the…”

That was the first of many ‘accidents’.

Unexplained heart attacks, and while some were affecting the elderly…

The doctors didn’t know what to do with the increasingly number of children suffering the same fate. What puzzled them further, was the evidence that the heart had bruising on it making it appear as if something had tried to tear the heart out.

Then came the first murder.

A young woman, a tourist to the country Japan, was found dead in her hotel room. Her heart missing from her chest…

Sara Bailey was the first victim of a serial killer, someone people deemed to have extreme psychological problems.

It is becoming apparent to children and a select group of people, that she was not the victim of a murderer, but the first casualty of a war.

* * *

Figments of imagination, a passing shadow in the corner of your eye, something unexplainable… A promise was made to them that predates our very existence, a promise that will guarantee the destruction of the human civilization, and a reign of darkness that will consume the very thing that gives Humanity its power.

The debt was 10 000.

Now it’s 9999.

KINGDOM HEARTLESS


Name: Saito, Ryou
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Personality: Cold, distant and seemingly intent on keeping most individuals this way, Ryou comes off as a prick to most. He’ll engage in conversation though his sarcastic remarks make it evident he doesn’t like people (particularly whiney people) that much. Ryou doesn’t reveal much about himself ever, not even to his few close friends, making him somewhat of a mystery. His temper flares when dealing with people who ask for help but then don’t listen, or in general whine about something. Despite his demeanor, Ryou is a leader (much to his dismay), he has some sort of charisma that attracts people and makes them want to listen or side with him. The teenager doesn’t abuse it however, as most of the time he’d rather be left alone. He has a weak spot for children, not nearly being as cold to them as others his own age, which make some believe he’s a nice guy trying to keep people away.
Appearance: Relatively tall, Ryou has a lean build on him and a slight tan (if you were to see him without a shirt on, he may look a tad underweight). His hair is a dark-grey to black and cut shaggy with odd crimson coloured irises instead of the norm. He wears four silver rings on his left hand (pinky, ring, middle and thumb), and on his right three (pointer, middle, pinky). He wears a black muscle/tank top with a grey leather vest with slightly large hood overtop with white fur on the sleeves. Ryou’s pants are a mixture of dark blue with faded patches and stripes, along with torn knees (with another small tear on the chin of the left leg). He has a thick(ish) brown belt with a silver buckle, and is usually seen with a tan coloured satchel / bag (with art supplies inside). His lower lip is also pieces with a simple black hoop to the left, oh and he usually has his iPod with him, so the white ear-buds are usually in place blaring into his ears, with the white chord leading to his vest pocket.
History: Ryou’s family has been in a slump for nearly five years, and thus his attitude has suffered, he doesn’t talk much about it, and usually avoids people coming over due to the state and constant arguing going on at home between his parents. He vividly remembers being twelve and something grabbing him roughly in the night with yellow eyes, he screamed and his mother quickly flicked on the light and whatever it had been, was gone. Ryou has hated the dark and the yellow-eyed monsters since, though few (only his family know of the incident) believe it ever happened.
Heart: Corrupt
Heart Power: Empathy (extreme emotions influence him)
Keyblade Design: The Spartan: A Keyblade following the simple design of the basic Kingdom Key, only its teeth appear as broken black glass that edges are razor sharp (the keychain also ends is a attached sharp of glass). The rest is barely seen as black bubbles (AIDA) are usually flowing from it, especially when it’s moved. To those around it, it seems to drain happiness away and leaves the skin cold to the touch.
Relationships: acquaintance of Mika.
Other: Not that I can think of.


Ryou Saito

“Tokyo to Traverse, Now Boarding”

Ryou Saito slipped into the second last train car fairly quietly, not paying any mind to the various others inside. It was sort of dull and musty inside, the seats a faded red colour with advertisements just belong the ceiling, attempting to catch people’s attention. He never really liked trains that much; particularly the one from Tokyo to Traverse, in comparison Traverse City was smaller, and neglected. This train was a perfect example of this; it was probably the last on the list to be updated, so they would be riding in the ‘ghetto train’ for a couple more months.

He switched the song on his iPod and let the tune block out the chatter from the others. He had to get home and watch Ai, his little sister, and that’s all he could afford to think about at the moment. His father had thrown a fit and mom wanted to go out and drown her sorrows the man supposed. He didn’t overall care much about them, but did they really have to fight around Ai when she’s fighting off a bad flu?

‘Of course they do, all that matters is their own happiness.’ He thought with a mental scowl as he pulled up his hood and hunched over, intent on looking at the floor and not making eye-contact with anybody. ‘Nevermind Ai could die if she doesn’t get that god damn medicine, Dad yelled so the obvious solution is to drink everything away.’

Maybe he was being a little harsh, but he didn’t much care. So as the train began to pull away from Tokyo and head for Traverse City, Ryou found himself contemplating the idea of moving out, and if his mother was so incapable of caring for his sister, he’d take Ai with him.

* * *

Ryou…

The man looked up, had he dozed off? He stretched a little and found that some people had came and went, but the car was still full for the majority. The sun was going down, still plenty of time to get to the station and then his car that was parked nearby. Ryou frowned though, had he heard something? It almost had sounded like his name on the edge of hearing, toying with the thought he fiddled with one of his rings and looked ahead.

There was a tunnel coming up, it was right before the Main Street terminal, probably where everybody on this car was getting off.

The only problem was the tunnel wasn’t lit. In fact it was pitch-black when passing through it at any time after five. Ryou frowned and looked at the time on his music-player.

‘7:54…’ He frowned a little and sat up; shifting so he was more comfortable. ‘That tunnel is going to be a nightmare.’

The sound of the train echoed in the tunnel, creating an odd sort of resounding affect that almost made it through the hard rock Ryou was blasting his brain with. The music was helping ignore a shiver that was running up and down his spine, a feeling that, if he was right, a few people in this car seemingly shared in common with him. Most were trying to hide it, others seemed unable to, especially the girl sitting closest to him. She looked almost petrified. He turned down his music and mentally noted how he was probably going to regret asking.

“Are you alright?”

She looked over at him, her dark-brown eyes swirling with fear and anxiety. She brushed some of her hair from her face and seemed to toy with it as she spoke. “I’m fine…”

“Yeah?” Ryou looked around and noted how a couple of others seemed bad as well, in fact the deeper they got in this tunnel the worse it was getting. “You just seem… Scared.”

She laughed a little, though was thick with nervousness. “Scared? There’s nothing to be scared of.”

He tilted his head. “What’s your name?”

“Yuki Kurosawa.” She smiled a tad, apparently talking made her feel better. “What’s yours?”

“Ryou Saito.”

“Thank you, Saito-san, for-“

“What the hell was that!?”

Everyone looked over at the older man who had yelped the question. A surge of worry and fear began to flutter into the back of Ryou’s mind as the man stood up and moved closer to the opposing window. A couple of people looked around them curiously gazing out the windows for a chance to see something. The man leaned closer, peering out through the glass as they moved along.

‘8:04, come on, I just want to get home…’ Ryou thought.

Yuki stood up suddenly, pale and afraid. “Get away from the window!”

A hand, clawed and black as night, phased through the glass. It grasped the man’s coat as physical state seemed to waver a little but it didn’t matter. It pulled the panicked man forward, and the car was thrown into chaos as the resounding ‘bang’ of his head meeting metal caused various reactions. Ryou frowned, standing up and moving to the center of the car as others looked around.

“What the fuck was that!?” Someone growled, though he too seemed to have the same idea as Ryou.

“Get into the center of the car.” Ryou ordered, watching as most that hadn't done so before, did it now, including his new acquaintance Yuki.

“Who put you in charge?” Snapped a boy, and Ryou raised an eyebrow.

“Alright, stand near the walls. See what happens.”

He glared at Ryou but listened none the less and moved to the center with the rest. The train escaped the tunnel soon afterwards, allowing the dying light to come in from the windows as the station came up. The man was having trouble controlling his emotions, there was a horrible mix of fear and anger, his mind didn’t know what exactly to react on.

The train came to a halt, and everyone piled off. Ryou and another man with curly black hair quickly moved the unconscious guy from the train car onto a bench at the station. Everyone was standing around as others from the other cars moved away; apparently the incident had only been with their car and no-one else’s.

“What happened?” A woman asked; her hair dark, save for the tips which were dyed black.

“He probably just fell…”

“Are you blind?” Snapped the boy again. “Something grabbed him!”

Ryou frowned, looking over to the parking lot where his car was waiting for him. It was getting late, and whatever it was, was going to try and finish the job.

He just knew it would.

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It starts! Sorry I'm a day late, I lost track of the date and was living one day behind everyone else. Anyways, just a recap of the rules.

.: Rules :.
1) All posts must be, at minimum, 500 words. It does not include your sign-up or OOC talk.
2) Please post your word count at the bottom of your post. Anyone from FF DD should be familiar with this rule.

Anyways, take time to post your intro and further the group conversation a bit. I'll move it along after most people post.

Oh you don't have your Keyblade yet, and can't get it right now. :3 Just a reminder.