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WHOO.
SO THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I PAY ATTENTION IN ELEGANTE'S CHAT.
This is being written for lithic_rune. xD It was her doing.
Title: Keyholes
Part: Part 1 of __ (I don't know how many this will be yet.)
Fandom: Jak and Daxter / Kingdom Hearts
Characters: Sora, Daxter, Ashelin Praxis, Tess, a random Havenite, and some random KGs
Synopsis: The boy with the keyblade falls from the sky and immediately sparks KG suspicion. Good thing he's got Daxter and Tess to take good care of him.
Link: FFN
Disclaimer: SO MAKO DOESN'T REALLY WRITE JAK AND DAXTER FAN FICTION. I'm sorry if it's bad. ;3; I took it from some point in Jak 2 where Baron Praxis is still in power. We can probably assume that the bar Sora's in is Krew's place and Krew just simply isn't there. :o And yeah. So. My grasp on characters might be sort of fail. (Because uh. Honestly, I don't write KH fan fiction either.) Please don't lynch me. ._.
Keyholes
Part I
Thud.
“Oof.”
Onto the damp ground he went and as he turned, he nearly met the toe of a boot to his face. His blue eyes traveled up the character. Red armour, facial masking, and something that wasn’t a keyblade, a wand, or a shield.
“Uh…” Sora began hesitantly, “…That’s some really awesome stuff. You know, the stuff on your clothes. Real neat stuff. Decoration, right?”
It was hard to determine what the taller man was thinking. There was no expression to read into. He made his position clear enough, however, when the handle of his gun thrust into Sora’s direction. It was blocked by the keyblade.
“Hey! I was saying something nice! You don’t hit people who start paying compliments!” Sora protested.
He watched a free hand lift and the other spoke into a black box-with a tone less than friendly. “I’ve got suspicious activity in this sector. Gather five more and group to my position.”
It was as good a time as any, Sora thought. He crept to his feet and when it seemed like he was in the clear, he shot past the older man and pushed himself into a sprint.
“Halt! You are hereby under arrest for malicious intent against the Baron’s orderly conduct!”
Sora looked over his shoulder, “Is he serious? He thinks I’m going to stop because he tells me to? This guy’s gotta’ be kidding!”
Anytime now. Donald and Goofy were going to show up and come to his rescue. Or maybe they’d pinch him hard and he’d wake up because this wasn’t a dream he wanted to have. These things weren’t Heartless. He didn’t know what they were, but they were nothing like the creatures in the other worlds he’d been to. Just what kind of place was this anyway?!
Red lights flashed, alarms went off, and Sora found himself panicking when three more men pursued him.
“All available units, report to the nearest lock facility. The enemy has infiltrated Haven and must be stopped.”
Crackle. Crackle.
“Orders upon successful capture?”
Crackle.
“Eradication.”
Sora didn’t know what that word meant, but it sounded bad. It sounded terrible, actually. “No, no, no. Ready to wake up; I’m ready to wake up now!” He shut his eyes tightly, “When I open them, bam, I’ll be back in Hollow Bastion. Awesome idea, go!!”
The disappointment set in when instead of finding someplace familiar, he ran into someone. Large ears protruded from her head. Well, not so much large as they were long.
“Hey! Watch where you’re going!”
“Sorry, sorry!” Sora cringed in reply before he edged past her. It’d slowed him down enough that another glance over his shoulder and the armoured men were upon him. He skittered around a blind corner, welcomed by a vast open area, a refreshing change from the narrow passages of before.
The brief pause gave him a chance to note the flying vehicles above him. Some were gigantic, some were smaller, and some in a healthy medium, but none of them resembled gummi ships. They were all being driven by long-eared people, though. Long ears just like the woman he’d collided with and the men behind him.
He looked around quickly, proceeded to go to the right, and found himself caught in some form of vent. “No, no! This isn’t a good time for this! Gotta’ keep going! Don’t slow down!”
His pursuers grew nearer and in spite of leaving a shoe behind, Sora freed himself. Hobbling between the uneven length of his legs, he hopped on one, removed the other shoe and hurled it at the closest one.
“-You brat! We’ll see you-”
Yikes.
“Getting mad’s bad for you!” Sora interrupted. “You know what they say. Ships only run on happy faces!” He pulled his cheeks up in the exaggerated grin. It wasn’t a ship, of course, but it was the best he could do on such short notice.
Not too far from him was a sign in glowing neon lights. He couldn’t read what it said, but the picture of a glass gave the impression that it was a place for drinks and maybe some food too. Whatever it was, it had to be better than being with the loud armoured men. He made a series of mad dashes until he got through the doorway.
A blonde-haired woman stood behind the counter and what looked like an orange squirrel upon it. Sora used all of his strength to hoist himself over the counter and slid across the smooth surface.
“You know what you should really be wearing, baby? I’ll give you a hint. It starts with an ‘m’ and ends with-”
Sora’s foot caught and as he tugged and toppled over the counter to the backside where the woman stood, Sora found that he’d brought the squirrel with him.
“You’re messing me up! Man, kids have no respect. I didn’t sign up for this. This wasn’t in the terms of service! I let them get away with gaming rights, but thi-”
Sora threw a hand over the never-ending mouth, making no effort to hide the wince when he was bitten.
“Kid, you need to shower, because damn, that’s rank!”
As the squirrel made his way back onto the counter, he paused when he was faced with the muzzle of a gun, “Oh! Uh… hey! Didn’t know you guys were up for a drink. You should have just said somethin’.”
“Wise cracking rodent. We’re looking for the kid who ran in here. He’s wanted for questioning.”
“I don’t know what to tell ya. The one you’re talking about, saw him just go right back out the door. You KG aren’t very smart if you’re losing track of people now, right?”
“Daxter,” spoke up the blonde at his right.
Sora couldn’t see what was going on and didn’t really want to. He only knew he was gripping the shoes closest to him tightly. That squirrel thing, though-Daxter, he guessed-didn’t seem like he was going to sell him out, which was a relief in itself. Maybe not everyone was so bad in this twisted world. The next voice he heard, however, stopped him cold.
“You! What are you all doing here?! You’re not being paid to drink on the job!”
The man at the counter stiffened and snapped to attention as he jerked around, “Captain! We had reports of suspicious activity in this district. We’re investigating the situation.”
“The only thing you’ll be investigating is the feeling of my pistol down your damn throat if you don’t move it. The Baron has called the attention of all local soldiers. If you don’t want to become fodder to the Metal Heads, move out now.”
He grumbled, gave Daxter a glare, and reluctantly withdrew. “This isn’t over, you rat. Something’s off here and when I come back, I’ll find out what that is.”
“Yeah, well, don’t lose sleep over it.”
The man was already gone, though, and the insult fell on deaf ears.
“Daxter,” the female long ear repeated.
Daxter looked up at her and sighed in disbelief as his expression contorted, “Bad way to start the day, pissed off Krimzon Guards and all.”
Then he jumped over the counter and reached for a small fistful of brown hair and pulled, “Get off’a my Tessy.”
Sora let go of the shoes and as he made his way onto all fours, Daxter hung in front of his face, using his grasp to hold on. “Uh… Hehe. Thanks,” he chuckled nervously.
“You gotta’ death wish or somethin’? Those guys aren’t friendly, but even I’m not stupid enough to pick a fight with `em without a plan.” Then Daxter zeroed in on the ears-or the lack thereof. “You’re not from here. How the hell did you get in?”
Right. Because most people wanted to leave Haven, not pay a visit, thanks to the Baron’s “generous contributions”.
Sora tipped his head to the side and in a hesitant gesture, motioned up toward the ceiling, “Well, uh… I fell from the sky.”
SO THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I PAY ATTENTION IN ELEGANTE'S CHAT.
This is being written for lithic_rune. xD It was her doing.
Title: Keyholes
Part: Part 1 of __ (I don't know how many this will be yet.)
Fandom: Jak and Daxter / Kingdom Hearts
Characters: Sora, Daxter, Ashelin Praxis, Tess, a random Havenite, and some random KGs
Synopsis: The boy with the keyblade falls from the sky and immediately sparks KG suspicion. Good thing he's got Daxter and Tess to take good care of him.
Link: FFN
Disclaimer: SO MAKO DOESN'T REALLY WRITE JAK AND DAXTER FAN FICTION. I'm sorry if it's bad. ;3; I took it from some point in Jak 2 where Baron Praxis is still in power. We can probably assume that the bar Sora's in is Krew's place and Krew just simply isn't there. :o And yeah. So. My grasp on characters might be sort of fail. (Because uh. Honestly, I don't write KH fan fiction either.) Please don't lynch me. ._.
Keyholes
Part I
Thud.
“Oof.”
Onto the damp ground he went and as he turned, he nearly met the toe of a boot to his face. His blue eyes traveled up the character. Red armour, facial masking, and something that wasn’t a keyblade, a wand, or a shield.
“Uh…” Sora began hesitantly, “…That’s some really awesome stuff. You know, the stuff on your clothes. Real neat stuff. Decoration, right?”
It was hard to determine what the taller man was thinking. There was no expression to read into. He made his position clear enough, however, when the handle of his gun thrust into Sora’s direction. It was blocked by the keyblade.
“Hey! I was saying something nice! You don’t hit people who start paying compliments!” Sora protested.
He watched a free hand lift and the other spoke into a black box-with a tone less than friendly. “I’ve got suspicious activity in this sector. Gather five more and group to my position.”
It was as good a time as any, Sora thought. He crept to his feet and when it seemed like he was in the clear, he shot past the older man and pushed himself into a sprint.
“Halt! You are hereby under arrest for malicious intent against the Baron’s orderly conduct!”
Sora looked over his shoulder, “Is he serious? He thinks I’m going to stop because he tells me to? This guy’s gotta’ be kidding!”
Anytime now. Donald and Goofy were going to show up and come to his rescue. Or maybe they’d pinch him hard and he’d wake up because this wasn’t a dream he wanted to have. These things weren’t Heartless. He didn’t know what they were, but they were nothing like the creatures in the other worlds he’d been to. Just what kind of place was this anyway?!
Red lights flashed, alarms went off, and Sora found himself panicking when three more men pursued him.
“All available units, report to the nearest lock facility. The enemy has infiltrated Haven and must be stopped.”
Crackle. Crackle.
“Orders upon successful capture?”
Crackle.
“Eradication.”
Sora didn’t know what that word meant, but it sounded bad. It sounded terrible, actually. “No, no, no. Ready to wake up; I’m ready to wake up now!” He shut his eyes tightly, “When I open them, bam, I’ll be back in Hollow Bastion. Awesome idea, go!!”
The disappointment set in when instead of finding someplace familiar, he ran into someone. Large ears protruded from her head. Well, not so much large as they were long.
“Hey! Watch where you’re going!”
“Sorry, sorry!” Sora cringed in reply before he edged past her. It’d slowed him down enough that another glance over his shoulder and the armoured men were upon him. He skittered around a blind corner, welcomed by a vast open area, a refreshing change from the narrow passages of before.
The brief pause gave him a chance to note the flying vehicles above him. Some were gigantic, some were smaller, and some in a healthy medium, but none of them resembled gummi ships. They were all being driven by long-eared people, though. Long ears just like the woman he’d collided with and the men behind him.
He looked around quickly, proceeded to go to the right, and found himself caught in some form of vent. “No, no! This isn’t a good time for this! Gotta’ keep going! Don’t slow down!”
His pursuers grew nearer and in spite of leaving a shoe behind, Sora freed himself. Hobbling between the uneven length of his legs, he hopped on one, removed the other shoe and hurled it at the closest one.
“-You brat! We’ll see you-”
Yikes.
“Getting mad’s bad for you!” Sora interrupted. “You know what they say. Ships only run on happy faces!” He pulled his cheeks up in the exaggerated grin. It wasn’t a ship, of course, but it was the best he could do on such short notice.
Not too far from him was a sign in glowing neon lights. He couldn’t read what it said, but the picture of a glass gave the impression that it was a place for drinks and maybe some food too. Whatever it was, it had to be better than being with the loud armoured men. He made a series of mad dashes until he got through the doorway.
A blonde-haired woman stood behind the counter and what looked like an orange squirrel upon it. Sora used all of his strength to hoist himself over the counter and slid across the smooth surface.
“You know what you should really be wearing, baby? I’ll give you a hint. It starts with an ‘m’ and ends with-”
Sora’s foot caught and as he tugged and toppled over the counter to the backside where the woman stood, Sora found that he’d brought the squirrel with him.
“You’re messing me up! Man, kids have no respect. I didn’t sign up for this. This wasn’t in the terms of service! I let them get away with gaming rights, but thi-”
Sora threw a hand over the never-ending mouth, making no effort to hide the wince when he was bitten.
“Kid, you need to shower, because damn, that’s rank!”
As the squirrel made his way back onto the counter, he paused when he was faced with the muzzle of a gun, “Oh! Uh… hey! Didn’t know you guys were up for a drink. You should have just said somethin’.”
“Wise cracking rodent. We’re looking for the kid who ran in here. He’s wanted for questioning.”
“I don’t know what to tell ya. The one you’re talking about, saw him just go right back out the door. You KG aren’t very smart if you’re losing track of people now, right?”
“Daxter,” spoke up the blonde at his right.
Sora couldn’t see what was going on and didn’t really want to. He only knew he was gripping the shoes closest to him tightly. That squirrel thing, though-Daxter, he guessed-didn’t seem like he was going to sell him out, which was a relief in itself. Maybe not everyone was so bad in this twisted world. The next voice he heard, however, stopped him cold.
“You! What are you all doing here?! You’re not being paid to drink on the job!”
The man at the counter stiffened and snapped to attention as he jerked around, “Captain! We had reports of suspicious activity in this district. We’re investigating the situation.”
“The only thing you’ll be investigating is the feeling of my pistol down your damn throat if you don’t move it. The Baron has called the attention of all local soldiers. If you don’t want to become fodder to the Metal Heads, move out now.”
He grumbled, gave Daxter a glare, and reluctantly withdrew. “This isn’t over, you rat. Something’s off here and when I come back, I’ll find out what that is.”
“Yeah, well, don’t lose sleep over it.”
The man was already gone, though, and the insult fell on deaf ears.
“Daxter,” the female long ear repeated.
Daxter looked up at her and sighed in disbelief as his expression contorted, “Bad way to start the day, pissed off Krimzon Guards and all.”
Then he jumped over the counter and reached for a small fistful of brown hair and pulled, “Get off’a my Tessy.”
Sora let go of the shoes and as he made his way onto all fours, Daxter hung in front of his face, using his grasp to hold on. “Uh… Hehe. Thanks,” he chuckled nervously.
“You gotta’ death wish or somethin’? Those guys aren’t friendly, but even I’m not stupid enough to pick a fight with `em without a plan.” Then Daxter zeroed in on the ears-or the lack thereof. “You’re not from here. How the hell did you get in?”
Right. Because most people wanted to leave Haven, not pay a visit, thanks to the Baron’s “generous contributions”.
Sora tipped his head to the side and in a hesitant gesture, motioned up toward the ceiling, “Well, uh… I fell from the sky.”