#darkestkye

  Terra wasn’t sure what to think when he saw Xehanort at the Land of Departure, his home. It was like something straight out of his nightmares. Was it an illusion created by his mind? Was Xehanort really standing in front of him? Terra had believed that he had been beaten by Sora and his friends. The mere sight of the man standing before him now was enough to chill him to the bone.

  Still, he willed his Keyblade into existence. He wasn’t going to let Xehanort live, not after all the harm that he caused. Eveybody that he hurt. Taking his body, Imprisoning his heart.

  He willed his Keyblade into existence, a look of pure anger on his face. He seethed with it. No matter how many times the man came back, he will fight. 

Xena looked at the hybrid with narrowed eyes for a brief moment, a million thoughts running through her head. This was it, the one who had cost her everything, her position, her duty, her entire life thrown away thanks to this child. Her first instinct was to end her right here, right now, while she was all alone. But that would accomplish nothing.

“It would appear so. What are you doing so far from home?”

“Heh... you uh, know how warp pads sometimes malfunction? Yeah, that happened.” Stevie chuckled nervously. “I was actually coming back from Homeworld, and I accidentally ended up here. Wherever here is.”

“... well then! There’s absolutely no chance that that could be taken any way except for face value,” Eugene said, beaming pleasantly. Privately, there was a shiver sliding down his spine that he hadn’t experienced since those inky monsters that ‘his sidekicks’ helped to get rid of. 

Why was it always someone with a weird dress sense that had to be connected to those things?