The Thirteenth

Chapter 1

A/N:

Disclaimer – I do not claim to have any kind of official hold on the Kingdom Hearts series or any of its affiliates, including but not limited to Disney and the Final Fantasy series.

Note – I don’t intend for this to be an actual story, guys. It would flop epically if I tried. So you’ll just have to enjoy what you get, which is a two-shot.

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The Thirteenth  –  Ch. 1

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“No. No, no, no.”

Lea continued to mutter this under his breath as he fought his way through the corridor of darkness. Both Heartless and Nobodies impeded his way – the new Organization had apparently been expecting an invasion coming from this way too.

“I don’t have time for this!” he growled, slashing at a pair of his old Assassins with flaming chakrams.

Xemnas – Xehanort, whatever – was playing a freaking stalling game. If the need to get to the others in time weren’t a literally life-or-death thing and therefore seriously angering him, Lea would be looking on with modest respect right now.

He let out a vicious war cry as he blasted a rain of fire around himself, destroying most of the creatures and buying him some time that probably wouldn’t last long.

“Damn it,” Lea gasped out, sweat beading on his forehead. That flame took a lot of energy, and all the fighting hadn’t helped. He hurried through the reforming mass of enemies, not even bothering to fight anymore. Avoiding attacks became the priority.

“Damn it, damn it, damn it all.” The exit seemed so far, and Lea ran for it with desperation in his exhausted limbs.

“Sora... Roxas. I’m sorry. Looks like I broke my promise.”

. . .

Riku grimaced and took a step back at the sight of Xehanort standing atop his white throne.

The old man summoned his Keyblade in a whirl of darkness, looking down at him and Mickey with a contemptuous smirk. “But first,” he announced, “the thirteen darknesses must be united. All the seats have been filled, and now the last vessel shall bear my heart like the rest!”

Master Xehanort waved a hand towards the throne in which Sora lied unconscious, the seat then beginning to rise.

“No!” Mickey cried out, right before Riku’s “Sora!” The two ran to intercept the throne before it could rise to its full height.

In response, two of the cloaked figures on the seats vanished from their place. As Mickey leapt between the white pillars to reach Sora, Xemnas appeared behind the small mouse and slammed him into one of the throne pillars with a hand, holding him down firmly.

Riku gasped and hesitated for a split second. That moment doomed him, Ansem suddenly introducing his face to the ground. Struggling, he could feel his cheek being grinded into the floor in response.

With a thunk, Sora’s throne stopped rising. It was time.

Xehanort prepared his Keyblade, silent but for a chuckle, and aimed at the slumbering boy. There was a short pause before a golden pink sphere shot out of the dark blade, flying straight and true for Sora.

“No,” Riku breathed from under Ansem’s grip, unable to look away.

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Master Yen Sid waited in the courtyard of his tower until the expected corridor of darkness appeared.