Two days had passed and given we now were in possession of Core’s corrupted heart, we placed it in front of the Grandfather Light… only for it to shine on it, and nothing happen. Unum, Cir, and Twilight were stumped… I picked up the little box. “You saved Unum, why can’t you do the same for Core’s heart?” I spoke it it. Unum said it’s got a mind of it’s own, so maybe it can understand me. “Are we missing something? Can anyone answer the questions?”
That did it. The box popped open as a burst of light hit the ceiling of the lab. WHen it faded and the box closed, there was the image of what looked like a mask on the ceiling. “What’s that mean?” Twilight asked, getting out of her cover area she jumped in when the box opened.
“Holy shit! I forgot about that crazy old bastard!” X spoke through me suddenly.
“Who?” I asked.
“My second wielder had that exact mask! How can he be alive though? It’s been well over centillions of years.”
“Well if the Grandfather Light says they’re alive, then they’re alive… how many wielders have you had before me X?”
“Including that half a heart guy that had me for less than an hour, six.”
“Alright then… so if your second wielder is alive, then where are they?”
“He, his name was Mors, and he had me around the time the world was split into the stars.”
“Well, if he survived that then I guess anything is possible. So, how do we find him?”
“He was one of my wielders. If he’s alive then I’m sure I can open a portal to him just by remembering his heart.”
“If you say so.” I pointed X and the wall, and he opened a portal up… it was different than usual. “Hey, that's now the usual gateway?”
“It’s a Door to Light. I forgot how to make them, but when the Grandfather Light made Mors’s mask image on the ceiling, I remembered. You can walk through them like any door, and others can be taught it.”
“About time. Come on Unum, let’s see who the Mors person is.” Unum walked to my side as we entered the DTL. When we exited we were in a forest of sorts. It was night and… HOLY SHIT THE MOON HAS A FACE AND LAUGHS!
“This is already creepy beyond all hell with that moon looking at us.” Unum added. “I’ve never seen a world like this.”
“I’m creeped out too. You’d think a world like this would be in the realm of darkness?”
“Maybe it’s close to it?”
“That would make sense, though after every world became their own, they developed their own laws and such, so maybe not.”
We walked through the forest trail. Other than the freaky moon this place seemed peaceful enough. There were street lights standing along the tree line so we must be in a city or close to one.
“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Falling from the air, and landing near perfectly across from us was a a strange blue haired kid, dressed in mostly black with steel toed boots, the steal on the outside, with a star tattoo on his right shoulder. He was wielding two small scythes connected by a chain. “I am the legendary Black Star! I will surpass God and all who confront me! I will be the greatest assassin!”
“... you lost kid?”
That seemed to discourage him, but he quickly regained himself. “No I’m not lost! I am Black Star, and will defeat you!”
“What? I haven’t even done anything.”
He pointed one of the scythes at me. “You’re soul is that of an Kishin soul egg, and I will clam it.”
“Kid, you’re making no sense.” He threw one of the scythes at me, and I caught it, to which a surprised look appeared over his face. “Kid this is dangerous.”
“My name is Black Star, and how are you holding Tsubaki?”
“The scythe? I was taught how to use these things. Never liked it that much, but my had had me be ‘passable’ at most every weapon.”
“Was he an assassin?”
“Well… yeah…”
“No way!” He said, suddenly running up to me. “Was he good? I bet I could beat him. How many foes has he beaten?” The ki- Black Star, asked enthusiastically. “Well, yeah he rarely got hit, I’m not sure about that, and last I knew his kill count was about seven hundred.”
“Seven hundred?!”
“Look, Black Star, I don’t like talking about my family, so can we drop it?”
“Um, Black Star?” His Scythe spoke, glowing then turning into a person. She wore mostly white and had black hair. “Are you sure this is the person Maka sensed?”
“Wow, how did you do that… Wait, did anyone named Core do this to you?” I asked the Scythe lady Black Star had called Tsubaki.
“What? No I’m a weapon. Always have been.” She replied.
Maybe it’s a natural thing in this world? “Well, alright. But what is a Kishin?”
“Black Star you dummy!” The sound of a girls shouts called as a girl with dirty blond hair, dressed in a black outfit wielding a rather large chrome, black, and red scythe came by. There was a boy, dressed in a black and white suit with black hair that had three white lines running across the left half of his hair following her. He was holding twin pistols with his pinky fingers on the triggers. “I told you to wait!”
“Friends of yours?” I asked.
“Like I’m letting you take this fight from me!” Black Star retorted.
“Black Star, his soul is abnormal. It’s half human half Kishin.” The kid in black and white spoke. “What are you anyway?”
“Rude.” I state. “Name’s Zeke. My wife and I are looking for someone calls Mors, you know anyone by that name?”
“No, now please explain something. How is your soul exactly half human, and half Kishin?”
“I have no idea what a Kishin even is.”
“Have you been living under a rock?” Black Star asked.
“No, I’m new here. Is there anyplace my wife and I can find information about the person we’re looking for?”
“We can escort you to a library.” The girls said.
Escort? They wanna keep an eye on me… Kishin must be this world's word or another meaning for Darkness. “Great. Lead the way please.”
The all walked, with Unum and I in the middle. Yeah, they don’t trust me… So she sensed my heart, yet she called it my soul? Are the two connected? Or are they the same thing in this world? “So, why is your heart half Kishin and half human?” The girl, Maka, as she told me and introduced everyone before we started walking, said.
“My heart is balanced. Half pure light, and half pure darkness.” Best not lie, even if they don’t fully understand.
“Your heart?” Kid asked. “Maka and I sense and see souls, not hearts.”
“Where I come from the differences are slim between the two.”
“Oh, well who is the woman with you?” Maka asked.
“My wife Unum. We’re searching for this Mors person because we recently learned he has information regarding an artifact… well, more of a relic, but it's still very much functional.”
“Is it a magic device?” Kid asked.
“That’s a tough one to answer. From what we know it’s older than just about the whole freaking night sky and the stars.”
“How can anything be that old?” Maka coughed, giving a look at Kid. “Oh, right. Nevermind that part then. So what is this artifact?”
“It's called the Grandfather Light.” Unum said. “It has a mind of it’s own, and is from before life existed.”
“Sounds powerful.”
“It is, but the size of what’s left of it is no bigger than the box a wedding ring comes in. It’s power is still immeasurable though.”
“How can something so small be so powerful?” Black Star asked.
“Power comes in all shapes and forms Black Star.” Soul stated. “Sometimes the most powerful things are the smallest.”
“Very true.” I said. We walked into a large building in the middle of a massive city they lead Unum and I into. From the amount of kids running around I think this is a school. We entered a Library and Kid walked up to the librarian.
“Is there a listing book with names and locations of people?” He asked.
“Yes, is there someone specific you’re looking for?” The librarian asked.
“Someone by the name of Mors.”
“I’ll check.” The librarian walked into the rather dark room behind him, and came out soon after with a book… with the mask the Grandfather Light showed me on the cover. “This will be it.”
Kid looked at the book confused. “What? This can’t be, this is my father's old mask.”
“Your dad?” I ask.
“Yes, Lord Death. You really aren’t from around here are you?”
“No, but if your father is Mors than I need to speak to him.”
“Well I suppose… If it gets some answers out of him then alright, follow me.” Kid led Unum and I threw the building until we entered some kinda hallway with guillotine archways. When we finally passed that we were in a room that looked like it went on forever with crosses sticking out of the ground. We stood on a small stage where a man in a suit with red hair, a mirror, a man with stitches all over him, even his lab coat, and he had some kinda screw in his head, stood next to a person dressed in all black, with a cartoon version of the mask the book had. “Hello father.”
“Heya Kid, how’s it going? Maka, Soul, everybody. So who’s the two new people?” The person with the mask spoke in a rather silly voice.
“This is Zeke, he said he was looking for someone named Mors-”
“How did you know that name?” Death asked me. “I haven’t gone by my real name in well over a million years.”
“I believe he can answer it.” I summoned X, to which Death looked surprised.
“Oh my… X, is that really you?”
“Long time no see Mors.” X spoke through me.
“I, I haven’t seen you in trillions of years.”
“Was longer than that. Imagine my surprise when I found out you were alive.”
“X, I’m old, not incapable of keeping myself fit and fine.”
“Lord Death.” The man with the screw in his head spoke. “Is the weapon this boy now has one of your old death scythes?”
“Not at all stine. It’s called a Keyblade… well it’s THE Keyblade… er… I’m gonna have to explain some things.” Death spent well over an hour or more telling his story, the history of Keyblades, and how he came to wield X. “So that about sums it up.”
“You never told anyone about this?” Kid asked.
“It was best decided long before even the kishin or the issues with the witches on our world arises. All the worlds were new, in chaos, and barely managed to keep in contact. We decided to forget about all of that, focus on our own worlds. I always figured one day the other worlds would make contact again, and it seems I was right.”
“So Mors… or should I call you Death?[/color”
“They mean the same thing really, but I’ve become used to Death X.”
“Well then, Death, as you guessed my new wielder and I came with a question regarding the Grandfather Light.”
“Oh, what about… Wait, you have it again?”
“Again? WHen did I first have it?”
“Oh my, X, you forgot… Well, this is the part of my story I fear I must tell. You see, long ago, the Heartless/demon known as Core held a mass attack over the world, I and many other gifted Keyblade wielders fought him… and lost. He did something to me, changed my body by making the darkness in my heart my body, and left the light in my heart just as it was. I lost the ability to summon and use X, but before I did, Core ripped out part of X’s Grandfather Light.”
“Wait, the Grandfather Light came from X?” I ask.
“All Keyblades were made from the Grandfather Light in it’s last living moments, but Kingdom Hearts forged what was left into every Keyblade in existence. Just enough so that every intelligent life form on the world could have a Keyblade to protect themselves. Core ripped out part of you Grandfather Light, but if you have it again, then you can put it back, though the process is not easy. If you place it back into X, then his full power will be restored.”
“The trauma from having it ripped out of me must have made me forget… Thank you Death. I feel like some fog has finally lifted.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“So, are you willing to join our cause? Core is still at large, and has become very much active again.”
“If that no heart bastard thinks I’m not still sour about what he did to me, then I’ll give him what for. X, Zeke, On behalf of the DWMA, Death City, and the world, I think I speak for us all when I say, we accept.”
“The more help and fighters the better.” I said. “We have an advantage though. Unum here managed to break COre’s Keyblade, and we now have his corrupt heart. Best part, he can’t set foot on the world we have it on.”
“Oh~ Oh this now has my full interest.”
“I’ll send a representative with the proper paperwork to fill out. So how can we return the Grandfather Light piece from X ack to him?”
“Everybody thinks it requires a massive amount of energy, but there is a shortcut I know of. You will have to meditate with the fragment over X, then you will step inside of X at a certain point, and place it back in manually from there.”
“I take it that’s not easy?”
“Time and patience is key, heh. To you it may feel like only an hour is passing, but in reality a day or so may have.”
“So I best be quick yet careful about it then?”
“Precisely. I do look forward to our working together Zeke. I’m sure everyone here at DWMA will be able to push Core and his lackeys away.”
“Same. Cause this war won’t end til Core is either dead, or human again…”