General Kingdom Hearts Fanfiction Thread

“As you all most likely know, the Alliance as we know it today arose out of the strife-filled period called the Empyreal Period today, where Lord Cavendish, the Cavendish Shinobi, and his various Generals and Commanders swarmed over the worlds, adding countless worlds to their sway! The fiendish Cavendish, some say, threw open the doors to the feared “Darkness”!”

Black smoke poured out through a number of devices positioned around the area;

“Cavendish at first seemed unstoppable! His forces were like a pestilence – yet a brave light stood forward. The heroic Sora, Riku and Kairi all stood forth, and though their paths are recorded as dividing, ultimately, they came together and faced the forces of Cavendish time and again!”

A number of paintings slid across the ceilings, some depicting battles with a white-clad shinobi, others depicting the Key-Wielders facing off against three Generals;

“But when all seemed lost at the hands of General Ameba, the cruelest of the Generals of the Empire, a miracle shown through! Riku arose from where Ameba so cowardly struck him down, after Sora had vanquished the monstrous general! Ultimately, brave warriors from across the cosmos gathered together and threw Cavendish himself into the hell of his own making!”

A painting showed Cavendish still smirking madly, his face-mask removed, in front of a massive swirling vortex with numerous swirling pieces to the vortex, all resembling black wings;

“It was this coalition which inspired the Universal Alliance, whose delegates met here, in Oceansburg! Electing President Sneer, the new Alliance would see its mettle tested by the devilish Midnight Faction, and its powerful commander, Sirius Viicous, his Sword Generals, and numerous other branch factions from the Empire! Cavendish indeed struck from beyond the grave!!”

The presenter became more animate, trying to depict a scenario of a disembodied Cavendish guiding his forces, even when most present had read their history books and knew established fact from conspiracy theory;

“And once again, Sora, Riku and Kairi, and numerous others from the Disney Kingdom, and others from countless other worlds banded together! They fought the dread Midnight Faction, fought it until the Arakis Foundation turned to the side of Good!”

Some groans at the notion that this was all black and white;

“With the Dark Axis fractured, it was only a matter of time! With General Saber, the infernal monster, stricken down like a beast, Sirius Viicous too met his end in Cetorburg.”

Even though some others suspected such was not truly the case. Which this presenter would ironically depict as a conspiracy theory.

“And that ushered in the period called The Last Remnants' Time, where the glorious Alliance Army marched world to world, crushing to dust any hold outs from the Empire or Axis! Alas, many great heroes were lost in these campaigns.”

Paintings came up which depicted these, making Jonahs grimace at how appallingly tasteless this was, to depict the death of heroes like it was just a stepping stone to something.

“Commander of the Disney Knights, Goofy, lost aboard the vessel of the Crimson Corsairs Pirates!”

“Court Wizard Donald, lost in dimensions in battle against the fiendish harlot Liana Hellish!”

“While regretable, these heroes died so that others could live in peace! And when Sneer retired, the Conservatori Party, glorious patriots, them, led by the illustrious war hero Alric Maynes and his valorous, handsome son Edric, took the reins! With them in power, we have never had a war since!”

And his political leanings come to light. Just when Jonahs thought this couldn't get more disgusting, it did.

Thankfully, though, he was not the only one to think so. A long haired young woman wearing an army uniform marched to the front, her attention-grabbing hair was a dark shade of silver, her skin a tan color likely resulting from outdoors work.

That was not the only thing attention grabbing about her. Jonahs grinned slightly when he saw the assets, but one cross look from Eva basically calmed him down.

The woman outright slapped the presenter across the forehead with a history book, “Does this book ring a bell? Most students here have read it, and it most likely contains next to none of your partisan hack behavior, nor does it baby our visiting students!”

She proceeded to open it and shoved it into his hands, “Go home and read it yourself.”

The presenter turned bright red, both with fury and embarrassment, “...Do not...undertake such brash displays, Anesha. You may hold some sway with Alric, but...”

“But what? Say what you're going to say. I am REALLY interested to hear what a sniveling toad has to say about me being out of the kitchen.”

The man looked shocked, as if she had read his mind.

She was lightly caressing the side of his face now, but going by how the guy was sweating, you could tell he somehow thought he was close to death. Jonahs admitted, there was a frightening aura around this lady.

Frightening, dangerous, probably a good hand in a fight...maybe he could get her for a spar some time.

The presenter, evidently, did not like the idea of further angering her, and so he hurried off with the history book, “W-Will do, m'lady Anesha.” It was evident in the way he hurried off that he feared her. Even though Jonahs couldn't see a weapon, he knew she could bring one to hand somehow.

Is it Requip? So he thought to himself. Going by her posture and the way she was so easy about going in close to people, that was most likely the case.

By now, though, Jonahs' thoughts had drifted to the mysterious wanderer he had seen before. Wolfang Richler. The police were still a heavy presence around this area, and he had to wonder if this was really a wise idea, letting everyone in here just for a partisan showboating.

If this was really all that was intended to be shown, then he was severely disappointed. Enough that he decided to just lean back and try to get some sleep against one of the walls.

As he rested there, thinking about things like the Wolfang encounter and the fact that it seemed odd they were let into a place where two people were petrified by a highly dangerous man, he made sure to keep enough of his awareness.

Which paid off when someone threw a pen at him.

He suddenly snapped into action, bringing a hand up and catching it, though noting it had slightly scraped his hand. Someone was pretty good with their physical abilities if they could use such a thing as a pen as a weapon.

He looked over to see another of those army types that it seemed were working with the police in here. The guy had some weird haircut that involved dyed blond hair and backfacing prongs, and looked like he was built like a tank.

He wore rather old fashioned armor rather than the army uniform his ally evidently preferred, and Jonahs did admit, he sensed something dangerous from those two. And somehow, he had found the right moment to throw it at Jonahs through the throngs of students and other people moving through the museum.

He pocketed the pen, and took this to mean that either he was being watched by a hostile force, or that there was a message of “we're about to go after you”, or maybe they were trying to tell him to not lower his guard...

Yeah, he gave the impression of laziness, but that was because Jonahs liked to rest. He enjoyed excitement as much as the next youth, and—-

That brought back what he had said to Wolfang. There was no doubting it now, he decided, he had said the wrong thing to the wrong person.

By the time the presentation moved on, Jonahs moved with it. He could sleep later. There were things he would need to do. He didn't like being obligated to do anything, but the fact is, he was not the kind of man to dodge something once it started.

As they moved on to the next room, a room depicting numerous important battles, evidently Anesha took over from her lacklustre colleague. She started on the final battle of the war with the Midnight Faction, Cetorburg.

“In the battle of Cetorburg, the notorious enchanted castle disabled advanced weaponry, such as airship batteries and other distanced weapons, necessitating brutal, old fashioned fighting. He may have been eager to skip past it, but there can be no discounting what happened at Cetorburg.”

She seemed to know this personally, somehow. Jonahs remembered that his father fought at this battle too. “The battle saw the intervention of large numbers of Keyblade Wielders suddenly chosen, including the father of Destiny Islands' infamous Swordmaster, Perseus Sarasho. Perdus, among others, fought in this battle. It was here that heroes were made...and it was here where those who did not have such grandiose destinies perished.”

She once again seemed nostalgic as she gathered her voice to continue, “What the history book will not tell you is that Sora, Riku and their Team, KH, broke through the siege and personally battled Sirius Viicous, and it was there that they struck such a blow against him that he ended hostilities. What happened to Sirius is not my concern, but what is evident is that the rest of the Dark Axis fell in short order as more of their leaders found themselves dead.”

Jonahs grimaced. Yeah, it was pretty clear, going by some old stories Riku told him that Sirius Viicous probably had some hand in it. He'd thought it was just a conspiracy theory, but evidently, Sirius had lived.

He doubted the man yet lived today, but this put several things Alric Maynes wanted pushed as fact into doubt. And if those things were dismissed, how many of the other facts presented even in the history books or stated by historians were outright lies?

There was a damn good reason they had brought in that partisan hack – they wanted to ensure one way or another that the story was set in young peoples' minds. If they were trying to become dictatorial, they were really, really bad at it.

With that, and the crime that had happened there, the students were encouraged to leave the area. Well, not so much encouraged as forced out by the police. Jonahs made sure to watch them for any hostile actions.

When they exited, however, it looked oddly dark out. Jonahs did not like the feeling he was getting outside. He turned and looked at the police, the leader among them brooked no argument, “I was told you are to leave and go to your assigned hotel for a set time before further activities later. You will not be allowed back in the museum.”

Jonahs did not feel safe out here, and he doubted it was safe for the girls, or the regular students. So he wouldn't take this from some police officer probably taking handouts from Alric!

“It doesn't feel safe out here. I can just kinda...tell. Its not a good atmosphere, I guess.”

He cursed his inability to sound convincing, though. He was no orator, and his tongue always got tied up when he tried to vocalize these things.

The officer simply forced him back with one hand, and walked forward looking around, “You kids and your fear of the dark.”

Jonahs had to rub his eyes as the officer looked left and right, darkness was surging up behind him. The rest of the officers were cowering now. Black wings were starting to show from the surging darkness.

Wolfang. Jonahs tensed, ready to move in case this turned uglier than it already was.

The son of Sora looked over at Eva, concern evident in his eyes, but she seemed to be steely and ready to go. He showed a slight grin. Looked like there'd be excitement here after all.

Setanta tapped him on the shoulder again, now revealing that he had somehow managed to smuggle his collapsible lance into the city. “Ready to hit em hard, J?”

Jonahs knew he couldn't really do much without his weapon, but he wasn't just trained in armed combat. He was still pretty good unarmed just as well!

The officer finally got the hint that there might be something behind him as the darkness released something. It looked like some sort of figure, clad in black armor and wearing numerous dead branches across his frame. War paint was smeared across a skull-like face, glaring red eyes evident, ghastly chalk white hair upon its head.

Next to it was a large Heartless with a pair of rather goofy hands, its body seeming fat, and its head small. He remembered his father had told him about Large Body Heartless.

The other two were not out of any stories. They were black, jet black, constantly looking for any sign of prey that broke from the group. They only tangentially looked like wolves. The hungry death glare and darkness seeping out of their mouths full of fangs told him they were Heartless, through and through.

Pure-breeds, a vastly more dangerous sort.

But even they were incomparable to the sentient...intelligent...dweller of darkness that had exited that portal.

The officer barely had the time to register what he was seeing as he looked over his shoulder when the elf-like creature struck, so hard and fast that the officer's limp body crashed into the ceiling of the building.

It chuckled maliciously, “Pfahahah...barely even a challenge. And these disgusting cretins of the Realm of Light are trusted to serve and protect flocks...now to gorge myself on the sheep he guarded.”

Jonahs had not heard of anything quite like that monster before. Maybe it was some sort of other being from the Realm of Darkness. Maybe Wolfang had sprung a few of his old friends, being that he seemed like something from that Realm.

Setanta whispered excitedly, “Hey, dude, you handle tall dark and cocky, I'll take the Large Body...”

Eva butted in and sighed, “You're leaving the mutts to me? Fine, I'll beat them into house-worthy condition.”

She extended one arm and darkness flowed from her arm, slowly condensing into the form of a long, two sided silver blade. She knew what was to come after the battle, but it would be better than allowing these creatures to run roughshod.

The teenagers moved forward to undertake their missions, even as more portals opened across the area, with Anesha and the Pen-Thrower running off to take care of those.

Setanta leaped up, taking aim at the Large Body Heartless' vulnerable head, and remembering what his father had showed him before.

Jonahs, however, rushed forward at the creature he supposed fit the old stories of elves, and struck out with his right hand first, finding his frontal strike blocked and forced aside, to which he responded with a kick at the side of the creature's torso, which it simply took in stride.

The young son of Sora just looked astounded. He'd fought a lot of tough opponents in the sword tournaments on the island, but this guy was leagues and beyond anything he'd fought before...

The dark creature grinned, a sallow, joyless expression that looked more like mimicry than anything else, “Is that all? The Dark Angel informed me that there would be a son of the Keymaster. However, all I see...”

Just as it raised a hand to attack, Eva jumped in, pursuing the mutts, which yelped and bit in at her, to which she responded by impaling one of their heads to the ground, then leaping above the other attack, helping Jonahs by necessitating a distance between the fighters.

She looked on as she defeated another of the beasts, only to be bitten on the shoulder and forced down as the Shadow Dog that she thought beaten before dragged her to the floor.

Jonahs found himself distracted by the sight of Eva in trouble, and he abandoned the very thought of fighting the “elf” and vaulted toward her, he would not let the old sad stories happen again, he would not let himself fail to save her!

However, that was when something earth-shatteringly powerful cracked into his back. He felt his spine shatter at the impact sight, a widening numbness and dread spreading through his frame as he went flying forward, skidding roughly on the ground – his face badly bruised in the process.

The dark creature he had previously been fighting licked its lips as it stood there, its fist crackling with almost electric looking black energy. It slowly walked forward to the paralyzed son of the Keyblade Wielder, savoring every step.

“Shadow Dogs. Bring the girl over.” Even as she struck outward one last time and destroyed one of the Shadow Dogs with her blade, the others ganged up and dragged her over to Jonahs.

He wished he could get up and help her, he wished he could cast something, say something, kick at the damn monsters, just...do something! Do something, he screamed at his body, but not a sound came from his lungs. And not a movement came from his body.