The Final Keyblade: Books One and Two

Enter The Organization

There I was, driving with Marco down the freeway. It was later that Friday, so most of the traffic had dissipated, making for smooth sailing.

"Why do you live so far away?" Marco asked.

"Didn't you say you lived further down?" I said back.

"Well, only my dad..." he stopped.

"He gets you on weekends, huh?"

"Don't say it like that,"

"...I'm sorry, for what it's worth,"

Marco breathed out in the beginnings of laughter. "You had nothing to do with it." I thought about what that. What had I told him? I remember saying that if it was happening, there wasn't much he could do to stop it. All he could do was articulate his feelings to others. In the end though, I couldn't help but feel like there was something more for me to do.

"That doesn't stop me from saying sorry,"

"Then don't stop me when I say thank you,"

I gave out a muffled laugh. "Don't thank me until we stop this car. I swear, if we get stopped..." I trailed off.

In the middle of the highway was a figure in a black coat. The hem was flapping in the wind, but the hood stayed firmly drawn over the face. Marco didn't see him at first, what with the crack in the windshield, but it didn't take long for him to notice.

"What the hell is that?" he gasped.

"Does it really surprise you that they're getting into the mix?"

"I'm still caught on the Keyblade thing,"

I didn't respond, instead keeping my eyes on the figure. We were on the right of him by a few meters, so we were set to pass him easy-

Before my thought was even finished, he dashed towards our car, moving faster than any human. I slammed on the brakes instinctively.

"What are you doing? Move!" Marco shouted, pointing forward like a madman. I followed his advice, and hit the accelerator like nothing else. My car whine in protest for a millisecond, and then raced off. The figure ended up where we were, made a 90 degree turn, and took off in pursuit. Marco jumped into the backseats to keep an eye on him.

"We're not losing him!"

"How is that possible?"

I moved over to the left side of the highway, keeping him behind a grouping of cars. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Um, you might want to check your mirror," Marco remarked. One glance showed the guy jumping onto the hood of a Subaru, then racing off it back onto our tails.

"This is crap!" I yell, slamming my hand on the dashboard.

"What if we turned around and went the other way?"

I looked at the speedometer. We were going eighty five on a sixty highway.

"Not an option at this speed, we'd either tip, or he'd catch us before we'd finish the turn,"

"That's true- Wait, where is he?" Marco snapped.

"What?"

"He disappeared,"

I looked in the mirror, and did't see him. Thinking it possible, I braked suddenly, causing something to slip off the roof. It hit the windshield, pushing the crack further inward. It then bounced off the hood onto the road ahead.

"Jesus!" I screamed, pumping the brakes. Marco cried in surprise as he was thrust backward. I stopped directly in front of the figure.

"Why did we stop?" he moaned. One look through the windshield was enough.

The figure stood there for a while, then jumped onto the hood, sitting on it with his back to the windshield. I could hear his boots come down one after another on the front.

"What does he think he's doing?" Marco scoffed. I felt just as confused.

"You want to get out with me?" I said, turning off the car. Marco jumped.

"Are you kidding, you're going out there?"

"What else are we supposed to do? We can't outrun him,"

"Well yeah, but this isn't any better,"

"I'll take that as a no," I said, opening the door.

"If you think I'm staying in this thing, you've got another thing coming," Marco huffed. I nodded, and signaled for him to keep behind. I walked up to the figure, right as he yawned, raising his arms out to stretch.

"You know, you remind me of someone, someone from a long time ago," he said. The words surprised me, as if I didn't think he could talk. I quickly got my voice back.

"Who are you?"

"Is that a real question, or a transition into a more relevant question?"

I thought about it for a while. “Why are you wearing that coat?” I said slowly.

The boy paused, then burst out laughing. “I’m wearing it as a fashion statement, are you honestly that dense?” He gasped out, pulling himself upright on the hood.

Something about how he said it was very disarming, and put me at ease a little, but only for a moment. Then I remembered where we stood. “No, I was just curious,”

“So, wait, do you actually know, or are we just making conversation?” he asked, genuinely seeming confused.

I summoned my Keyblade, pointing it directly at him. “Does this answer your question?” I asked.

“Whoa!” He said, jumping off the hood. “No need to be so direct, just being neighborly,” he used his finger to push the tip of my key away from his face.

“I think you need to start telling me what the hell is going on,”

“You’re not being very nice to me,” he said, mockingly indignant.

“…Can you please tell me what’s going on?” I asked, after some consideration.

“The Heartless thing? Complete coincidence,” he said, inspecting his fingernails… through his gloves.

“And you being here is a coincidence too?”

“No, I’m here to test the qualities of the Infinity Keyblade, and it’s Wielder,” he replied, regaining composure. Marco took a step back from us.

“So you decided to catch us in the middle of the freeway?”

"Well, better now than later. Hey Forix, you can come out now," he called out.

Another figure appeared over the divider of the freeway. Behind it was a river. He raised two hands to either side of him, hunching over. Two barriers raised on either side of the freeway, leaving a decent space. Cars ran into the barrier, and ended up on the other side without passing through.

"What..." I whispered, amazed.

"A crinkle in space. They're driving right past us, past the fold I've created. It's just one smooth road to them," this 'Forix' said, giggling a little at the end. "I take it you can handle the rest, Daxjra?"

"You can just go home and torture a cat or something," the figure responded. Forix scoffed, and under the hood I could see hints of a grimace.

"You shouldn't be so high and mighty Daxjra," he said before leaving through a dark portal.

"Asshole," I heard 'Daxjra' mutter under his breath. Then he turned back to us. "Well, I guess we should start with combat. Ready?"

I raised my Keyblade to fight.

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