[//.A GrayScale M.e.m.o.r.y.\\]

[Eclipse]

a newb fanficcer here. I decided to make a fanfic.

Takes place right after kh2:

The ceiling dripped a cool green dew of upset water. As he lay on the floor, crouched, vulnerable, and still caught in the emptiness of his mind, the shattering of rain could be heard outside wherever he was. Could it be hell? Maybe, but hell would never beckon such a cold loneliness from any soul. Still asleep...he could hear the slams of the wind, tackling with their fists from outside. One loud gust broke the sound of the other winds, and suddenly an eye sprung open. One by one, the broken man collected his limbs and flipped over onto his back. Gasping and coughing the air, he suddenly realized that he did not know where he is being imprisoned.
Blood. There was blood splotched on his coat, soaking into his wounds. He tried to remember....but there was no instance that he remembered being injured. A bit worried, the man tore open his coat and dabbed his gloved fingers over his ribcage. Slowly, his fingers lined a peculiar wound on his chest. He arose to examine it, crossing his legs in a worried fashion, and noticed the insignia carved into his chest. It was a heartless symbol...stitched together with a spit of small words written underneath...

"Within your chest rests a beating lie....a heart of which none can capture"

"Heh....I wonder what this gibberish could mean." he replied, now scooting against the wall and glaring at his chest. A strike of thunder hit and he could hear the roar of the skies. More water dripped on his face...in this dark wet prison. Little light, and no way out, he pondered what to do next. He remembered the last thing he did. The last face he saw. He promised it would not be the last time he rest his eyes upon the boy's face.

That child was special. He knew it...his spirit told him their destinies would meet once again. The man let out an exasperated sigh and reached for his pocket. Digging in the bolster of his leather coat, he became remarkably surprised. Last time he checked, his pockets were empty. But there was a bulky apparatus caught inside. He pulled out, and revealed a dusty old tape recorder. There was a full tape inside.

"Well well well.....let's see what this has to say."

Only a few moments later, he pressed the button on the recorder. A few light skips and giggles from the tape broke out from the silence of the prison. The man was startled by the volume, but adjusted and listened closely to the tape. He heard whispers...very very faint whispers, blowing quiet secrets into his ear. He combed his long hair back with his fingers and began trying to make out words from the tape. It was a man..not too old, maybe as old as he was, speaking a tongue unfamiliar to him. He nearly gave up, as it seemed the man was speaking gibberish.

His eyes flashed and beamed, and suddenly recieved the most painful ache splintering his head with a hammer. He clutched his head and dug the fingernails into his temples. The pain was immense...the mere sound of the words from the tape made the pain pulse. It was as if an area of his mind unlocked with a rusty key, and rivers of thoughts flooded his mind, filling every crack and space. He knew the language the man was speaking....it was his native language....the Kraos language. Not only did that memory fill his thoughts, but he suddenly got thoughts of his world...his old life. Why is this suddenly coming to him? Did the tape trigger these thoughts?

"Well at least I can understand him now..."

He grasped the tape recorder and began listening intently to the tape recorder. The whole room invited silence and there was not a sound in the room. Even the water dripped ceiling gave halt to it's droppings. The only sound was the recorder...and the man speaking whispered words...

"I know who you are....and whether you believe it or not, this is not your fate. I have big plans for you..."

"Heh, I wonder who this could be.." He discarded the tape player to the crumbled pile of stones next to his side. The awful cold in the room bit him all over his body, and he retreated to the wall, rubbing his gloves together for warmth.

...Suddenly a crash fell through the silence, and the pitch black broke as light consumed the darkness. Doors burst open, and a lonely man grinned..staring at the poor soul shivering against the dark stone wall.


...to be continued...

[Eclipse]

15 views and no comments? how pathetic. the past 2 times i posted a fanfic no one even commented either.

rude. >.>

[Savior of Dawn]

I hate it when people read and don't comment. D :

...But I don't think anybody can truly comment on the first chapter. So, for now, keep on going! I'd very much like the second chapter.

[Eclipse]

^ finally! ok thx the second chapter should be out by tomorrow =]

[Steve]

Good first chapter. I like it alot. You're very descriptive. Keep it up.

And by the way, nobody ever comments on the first chapter. Comments don't usually start rolling in until the second chapter or so. That's what happened with the fanfic in my sig.

[Gamergirl89]

cliffies sucks . . .but i kinda like it . .write name
and are u gonna give these characters names?

[Eclipse]

^ of course. =]

you're going to know who these characters are. Trust me, it's just the first chapter.

[Eclipse]

Chapter 2 is up!!!:

One foot after the other, the strange man paced towards the soul shaking against the wall of the chamber. What a peculiar person. He wore a long white coat, made of what seemed to be the finest leather, and within the clothes was a man not too old, and not too young. His casual white hat gleamed in the light pouring from the doors, and tipped to one side as if it was unbalanced. Stroking the fur on his chin, and tapping his cane as he paced towards the man, he grinned in an eerie fashion similar to a deranged killer. Yet, the smile welcomed honor and high class, as this man so seemed to appear.

Stubbornly, the cold man against the wall crossed his arms and wrinkled one eyebrow, staring at the man. "Heh...when I think things couldn't get weirder, you come along."

The white-coated man did not seem surprised. It was almost frightening. His face shown that he knew this person.

"So you prefer that I leave you here to die?"

"I would have gotten out of here anyway...who are you?"

The stylish man struck his cane on the floor and rested his elbows on it, peering into the eyes of the poor person shivering against the wall. "I think the question is, who are you....Axel?"

Suddenly he froze on the ground...wide-eyed, and pale faced. "How the hell do you know my name?"

"That is not important Axel, what is important is you realizing why you're here."

He relaxed his arms from the crossed position and scratched his spiky head cautiously. "What I want to know is what the hell you did to my chest." He ripped his leather jacket open, forcing the zipper to rip, and pointed his leather finger at the muscular chest with the heartless symbol on it.

The stylish man let out a sigh and looked up at the ceiling, feeling hopeless about Axel understanding anything that was about to come. "Well isn't that a nice way to thank the guy that saved your soul. You do know what happens to nobodies who die, right? They don't go to the spiritual realm like regular souls, they disappear into nothingness."

"Is that where I am right now? Because if this is nothing then I wonder what something is."

"No. Like I said, I saved you from your eternal death. You see that wound on your chest? I implanted a heart."

Axel pressed the lines of the scars with his fingers, and gazed upon the wounds. For the first time in years, he impressed his palm upon the right side of his chest, and felt...a slow, but surely steady, heartbeat.

"Why did you do this?"

"You see Axel, we couldn't just let you disappear like the rest. No. You're special." He grinned from ear to ear, giving an eerie look in his eyes and once again resting on his cane.

"Well if I didn't disappear where am I now?"

"You're in the Spiritual Realm," he replied, randomly blowing out a sigh, and then peering into Axel's chest. "We saved your soul by implanting a false heart into your spirit."

"Well I don't need your crummy heart." He began to dig into the wound and try to force it open.

"NO." The man struck Axel in the face with the cane. "If you take that heart out, you will disappear from existance."

Axel let go of his wound....and calmly retreated to sitting in a criss-cross position, staring with a raised eyebrow at the man. "So tell me again, why did you help me? Who are you? What's your name?"

The man pulled a watch out of his pocket and a look of shock briefly invaded his face. "Mm-mm..." He shook his head and began walking back towards the door, getting pulled into the pillow of light.

"Hey I asked you a question!"

The man briefly turned and looked at Axel. "Phoenix....it's Phoenix." He smiled and a sparkle gleamed from his eye, and he continued walking into the doors. "Now come with me, I have much to show you."

Brushing himself off, Axel dusted the dirt and mud from his coat, and paced in a hurried fashion, replicating the man in front of him until they both entered the doorway. "Phoenix.." he thought,"...whatever."

The light began to hide from the shadows, and the doors locked their arms and shut behind them.

[Steve]

Great Chapter. I really like it. Keep it up.

[Gamergirl89]

"Phoenix"? what an odd name for a guy lol
anywayz me likes. keep it up

[Eclipse]

"Phoenix"? what an odd name for a guy lol
anywayz me likes. keep it up

he's an odd guy. i've got concept art for him coming up soon.

Imagine Urahaha Kisuke + Jack Sparrow

you get the picture.

[Steve]

The man struck Axel in the face with the cane.

Lol. That part made me chuckle.

Still, keep it up. Good work.

[Savior of Dawn]

Haha. "Phoenix" Haha. Sorry, just... Automatically thinking of Pho. xD

Eh, anyways. Axel = + points.

[Eclipse]

Haha. "Phoenix" Haha. Sorry, just... Automatically thinking of Pho. xD

omg...xD

Phoenix = not the Phoenix i'm writing about xD

I expect the next chapter to be up today or tomorrow =]