Kingdom Hearts Part One

Her dark brown eyes searched the empty streets for the one they knew as their leader. She, being technically speaking second in command (the real second in command was far too incompetent) was in charge of finding their leader when Number I went running off like a chicken with it’s head cut off. She tucked a lock of her dark brown hair back into the piercing white hood, staring down at the marking of the heartless upon her chest. She smirked.
 “A stolen heart, hm?” She asked nothing, then continued onward in search of their leader. Their was a sudden noise as another figure appeared beside her, it’s white hood up as well. Number III did not utter a word or turn to look at the new comer, but rather continued on her way. She knew by now that this was Number XIII. Number XIII smiled, though it was hard to see from under the hood, then removed the hood to reveal his long, dark brown hair and brown, almost black, eyes. He glanced over at Number III.
 “Evening, Cira.” He said calmly. Number III, who from this point on in this story will now be called her true name, cringed at the sound of the words Number XIII spoke.
 “Number XIII. I told you never to speak that way with me when we are on a mission.” She growled, making sure that no one had heard. Number XIII threw back his head and laughed, his body shaking from the vibrations of his laughter. Cira narrowed her eyes at him, then continued on her way. Number XIII smirked, whistling the tune of the song known as The Mission by Puscifer as he followed the replacement leader. Another noise was made as there was a flash and another white cloaked figure appeared. Cira raised her eyebrows at the young girl who had appeared, staring at her medium length blonde hair with random streaks cutting through it. The girl looked back at Cira through her two green eyes, though one held no depth perception. Cira sighed as she scratched the back of her head.
 “Shouldn’t you be the one in charge of this search party, not joining in randomly Number II?” Cira asked. Number II rolled her eyes.
 “What ever. Terra’s gone missing and I’m no good at leading search parties. So I’ll join. And it’s Jaya, Cira.” The one now known as Jaya, snarled. Cira raised up a kunai lazily, making eye contact with Jaya.
 “Jaya. Number II. I will call you what I want.” She stated. A low growl erupted from Jaya’s throat as she pulled back her sleeve to reveal the grappling contraption she had attached to her wrist. Number XIII sighed, stepping in between the two girls. He stared forward, watching a figure run across the roofs.
 “Shut up you two. I think I’ve spotted our good ol’ leader.” He stated. The others turned to watch the white cloak moving gracefully down the roof tops, her heartless symbol appearing to all of them as clear as day. Jaya sighed, aiming her grappling hook at the roof and shooting, pulling herself up. Both Cira and Number XIII followed quickly and diligently, but neither of them had a grappling hook, so it was hard to make an entrance the way Jaya did. The cloaked figure stopped, and the others quickly stopped behind it. 
 “Number I-” Cira started, but Number I leapt off the roof and slid into a roll, stopping her fall. Cira, Jaya and Number XIII all exchanged glances then followed her rather quickly. The one known as Number I held out one arm as she lunged into the darkness, the one item appearing in her hand shining with brilliance. The key blade. Or a version of it for that matter. None of them were sure if it were a real one or not, but what ever the case, it did it’s job. Cira, Jaya and Number XIII stopped, unsure of whether to stop where they were or keep following Number I, but it seemed like she was up to something, so they decided to wait by the shop near by until Number I came to her senses and returned. They were used to it by now. It was her stolen heart acting up.

 Terra’s blue eyes seemed to glow in the street lights as she ran after the black cloaked figure. In her hand, she held her key blade. She narrowed her eyes at the suspicious figure as a smirk crossed her face. It was certainly putting up a good chase, which made her fake heart fill with joy. She glanced upward at the roof above the figure and leapt up, running hurriedly across the roof top. She glanced down, running faster and faster until she was just a bit past the figure, then tossed her key blade down, blocking the figure’s path and startling it so that it would fall down onto it’s ass. Terra grinned, leaping down and picking up the key blade as she landed, aiming it at the figure’s head.
 “What are you doing here?” She snarled. The figure’s body seemed to tense up.
 “I could ask you the same thing,” It responded. A boy, “ Why do you have a key blade?”
 “We’re still trying to figure that out. Who do you work for?” She growled. The figure cocked his head to one side.
 “I thought you would have figured from the black cloaks. I know what you are because of your symbol. There’s only one other organization other than us.” He stated. Terra narrowed her eyes as her grin spread. Her arm raised up into the air as she stared down at the figure, then struck down right between his legs, millimetres away from his balls. Terra pulled back her hood, revealing her blue eyes and red hair.
 “I’ll ask you one more time. What are you doing here?” She snarled, her grin now looking somewhat distorted. The figure just stared at the key blade, not sure whether to run and risk getting killed or answer the question.