``a false treasure | kingdom hearts

[novanebula]

I'm going to start a Kingdom Hearts story that I've been wanting to finish for a while now. Its a chapter story and I want to put it on Fan Fiction, but I Its not finished yet obviously and I want to know if you guys think its good enough for FF. Because Honestly, I've started stories on there, never finished them and always got mean criticism. me as a designer values criticism, but not if its immature and NOT constructive.

So here is going to be my story for you. It will come over time. I'm going to have to ask you to keep the comments off of this thread please, but I would enjoy your thoughts on it. If you would like to comment on it, please pm me. I'll ask Icey if I can make a discussion thread for it, but that might be a little too much. So I'll talk to Icey about that, and I'll post the prologue as soon as possible!

Thanks for reading this! And I anticipate your thoughts, suggestions, and comments.

P.S. I will be putting up updates on here too. :] So check back often!

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[novanebula]

Everything was quiet in the white room. True that the scene was a bit small, but it wasn't a problem for it's non existent occupant. Of course the silence was unnerving and made him want to jump off a cliff. If a tiny pebble or a small pin dropped onto the floor you could hear it echo for about 2 minutes. Nothing ever dropped in here though. Not since he stopped freaking out. There was nothing in the room except white walls and a door at the back of the room. This door was white just like everything else and it didn't have a handle. It was locked. No way out, unless someone came to open the door from the other side.

He had been in here so long he couldn't remember if he was real or if he was only a memory. How long has it been? He couldn't tell, not without the ability to see time through a clock or the moon and sun. The room was always the same. White. Enough to make a full grown man go crazy after awhile. No food. No sleep. Nothing. Just white. Sometimes he wondered if he had ever felt the feeling of hunger. Currently, it didn't seem so.

He didn't even remember the moment he came into the room. He had no recollection of the way he got here. But surely he remembered panicing for the first part of his boring white life. Many emotions had conflicted making him only hurt himself as he tried desperately to get out. He even remembered the life before he became stuck in this awfully boring place. Or was that just another fake memory that the room came up with and placed in his mind?

"Your mind's made up?"

"Why did the Keyblade choose me? I have to know..."

"You can't turn on the Organization! You get on their bad side and they'll destroy you!"

"No one would miss me."

"Thats not True! I would..."

He hated that memory more then any other. He wished the room would leave his mind alone, but he didn't do anything to stop it. He couldn't. In fact he sat still in the middle of the room, cross legged with his hands resting on his knees and his back up straight. His breathing was steady and his eyes were closed. There was nothing better to do, but think anyway. Think of why he was there. Think of what he could have done or where he could be right now. He was aware of himself and that had to count for something.

He frowned.

He felt a gentle breeze brush past his golden blond hair from behind him. He didn't move, though he knew exactly what had happened. The door had opened. For a moment everything was quiet and the only thing that could be heard was the door creeping wider to reveal the outside world. He couldn't see it. The door was behind him. Long ago he had figured that no one would come and that nothing else existed. So he kept his back to the door. Then footsteps. This was another trick of the room.

The illusion stopped right behind him. He could almost feel the fingers that reached for him. The figure didn't speak, because the room never spoke. Before the figures could brush his neck, he went into action. He opened his blue eyes and stood up in one swift movement. Quickly, he threw himself at the intruder. Within seconds his opponent was against the wall with hand's at his throat.

He finally got a good look at his intruders. To be honest he was a bit surprised at the result. The one that had came to get his attention was about eighteen with spiked brown hair and deep blue eyes. And he knew those eyes much too well. Especially when he had looked at them in a mirror way too many times. At least what his memories allowed him to remember. He then glanced at the other. At first there was no recognition of him. Silvery locks and more deep blue eyes. The impostor. Did he ever get his name? Oh well, it didn't matter.

"What do you want Sora? What more do you want to take away from me?!" His voice was high and defensive. Out of all the people in the worlds Sora was the last person he wanted to see. He was quiet disappointed actually. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the impostor take out his weapon, a long blade that looked like a bat's wing. He squeezed Sora's throat tigher. The impostor didn't scare him anymore. He saw Sora make eye contact with his companion and then shake his head. The silver haired kid backed down, and he slackened his grip on Sora's throat.

"Roxas... Listen to me, you've been stuck here in Castle Oblivion for over a year and a half. Things have changed since Xemnas."

[/color] Sora's voice was strained. He figured it was from his grip on the boy's throat. It probably was. But it could also be from the tension he had thrown into his face.

He blinked. Roxas. That was his name right? Sora said his name. It had been so long since he had heard it, he had forgotten he even had one. Roxas...

"Roxas... I'm not here to make things between us more complicated. I need you to here me out." Sora's voice broke into his thoughts. He wanted to shank Sora in the guts, or to throw him off an imaginary cliff or something. Or better yet! Throw him off the top tower of Castle Oblivion. He would do it too. But if Sora needed help from him, there must be something terribly wrong. For a moment he was quiet. He thought about what could have happened. What could be so bad that Sora had to find his other half to help him out. Not to mention the real Roxas was back inside him. So then, was he merely a memory? Well It didn't matter.

"What did you do this time, Keyblader?"[/color] Roxas asked indignantly as he pulled his hand away from Sora's throat.

"Ouch..." Snickered Silverhair. Sora glared at him and the boy shrugged. Then Sora turned back to Roxas to explain the situation.

"First off, Roxas, it wasn't my fault. Second, we can't do this without you."[/color] he glanced at Riku as if they had been rehearsing this section and now that he was forced to say it he wasn't sure if it sounded right. Roxas let out an exasperated sigh just to show how impatient he was.

"You have one minute Sora. What do you need me for?" At his words Sora blushed in slight annoyance when he realized that Roxas wasn't that interested. So he used a small but effective explanation.

"The organization is back with a new leader. We need someone on the inside who know's the place."[/color] Roxas knit his eyebrows, but other then that his expression stayed generally blank. It was if he was asking, "so what?" Sora sighed with frustration and continued just a bit. "If we can get you on the inside of the Organization to send us information about them, then maybe we'll have a better chance on taking them down."[/color]

So he wanted Roxas to spy in the organization for him. Who did Sora think he was? Why would Roxas want to spy on the Organization? He lived with them for 300+ days as family. Though most of the members weren't much of a family really, but still, it just felt wrong. Especially if Axel was still with them. No, Roxas didn't want any part of it.

He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could make a sound Silverhair stepped forward and spoke instead. "Thirty seconds left, let me try. We can make it worth your while. We already have Namine helping us out. If you can go into the organization then we can find out what they want and if we need to take them down. Not that we necessarily have to. From what we can tell your friend Axel is currently not part of them. Though we haven't seen him anywhere else so we aren't sure."[/color]

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