The Uprising

Here it is! My first Kingdom Hearts fan fiction! I do hope you enjoy reading it. Please note that I do NOT own Kingdom Hearts, Square-Enix, or their characters. I do however own this particular story so don't steal it!

EDIT: Now with a rewritten first chapter! Huzzah!

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Larxene silently rose from her resting place, a cradle of gnarled rocks and ancient stones, finding herself still within the black hole that she had faded to. It would seem that when sentient Nobodies were felled in the realm of the living, they were washed away into the darkness, infrequently becoming lucid enough to comprehend their surroundings. One by one the members of Organization XIII fell to join Vexen and the Savage Nymph, the first of the party to be destroyed, in the dark purgatory to await their heart to be returned to them. But there were millions of Heartless, and as of yet no member Larxene was aware of had become whole again. Only Axel, Roxas, Xion, and Xemnas remained yet to arrive, with the latter's Heartless already annihilated. Rumors of the other three circulated, but those who had not died in Castle Oblivion seemed to have no memory of the fourteenth member and Saix claimed Roxas had become one with Sora. As for Axel, no one could say for sure.

Each member not only retained their powers, but seemed to have gained nearly god-like abilities in death as well; however they had no use for them. In the beginning brawls were frequent, but eventually the reasoning faded away as no attempts to maim or end a fellow associate succeeded. Their savage fights left the once solidified land scarred and broken. Now all that was left to do was wait.

Larxene was done waiting.

She crept over a volcanic crater and onto a small craggy hill to survey the environment. She scanned the setting, only to pick up the nonsense of other residents: Demyx trying to fix his hair, Xigbar using orbs of darkness as target practice, and Luxord calmly shuffling his deck of cards next to Marluxia brooding over a wilting rose. Bingo. With a flash of blue electricity, the twelfth member jolted to her fellow neophytes' position.

"I have a proposition for the two of you."

Luxord wiped a bit of soot from his mustache as he and Marluxia tuned in. "I'm listening." Larxene lipped her dry, cracked lips and continued. "I'm sick and tired of waiting around for my heart. We could be here an eternity before we become whole again and even if we do, what then? We were gods before and returning as a Somebody will just make us mortal again. A heart is a weakness. Power is what you'll get me. I want to go back before that brat, Namine, ruined our plans. I want Kingdom Hearts." Marluxia finally gave up on the dead flower and turned to his cohort, speaking slowly and emotionlessly.

"What do you propose we do, Larxene?"

The Nymph moved closer to Luxord, smirking as she leisurely drug her blade down his cheek, drawing dark blood that quickly vanished as wisps of red smoke into the night, leaving no trace of the wound, but only Larxene's giggling laughter at her toy's indifference. "I say he brings us back. Your abilities have increased since your death, haven't they, card boy? Take us through time. Surely you wouldn't pass up an offer to rule over Xemnas after all that time he looked down upon you?" Luxord hesitated, glancing back and forth between the rebels. Larxene leaned in, whispering excitedly in his ear until the Gambler of Fate turned, swallowing hard at the sadistic things she spoke of.

"I'll do it."

At that, Luxord grabbed the gloved hands of his partners and all three of them disintegrated into sands of time, the Gambler's a golden brown color, Larxene's an electric yellow, and finally the light pink residue of Marluxia. A cold wind picked up the silt, scattering it into the dark sky, leaving no evidence of their plot behind except for their disappearance itself.

"You're all that he's got left." Axel said to Namine charismatically, nearly a year before Larxene's scheme in the realm of the dead. "So then, if you don't stop this, no one will." He continued, intent on sabotaging the revolt. Somewhere within Castle Oblivion and the World That Never Was, the forms of the three traitors dispersed into colored sand, flowing to Axel's location and materializing into the now living agents of the once imminent future. Larxene halted her former cohort's words with a throwing knife that lodged itself in the red haired Nobody's shoulder, sending crippling waves of electricity into his body that brought him to his knees. He groaned in pain, trying to extricate the dagger from his bleeding shoulder.

Namine stood and gasped, backing away as the scene unfolded. Axel gathered his bearings and flung his chakram at the time-travelers with all of his energy, only for it to be stopped by Marluxia's wicked scythe. Next a jet of flame that would engulf any other was shot at the assailants, only for one of Luxord's giant cards to break the attack. The Graceful Assassin held out his arm powerfully and closed his fist with absolution, summoning a flurry of petals to surround Axel, swirling about his weakened form until becoming a pink torrent of energy. At last the storm subsided, leaving the Flurry of Dancing Flames unconscious on the floor.

At this point, Larxene turned to Namine, grabbing her harshly by the shoulder and throwing her down into her white chair. "Keep working, my little witch, or our little hero won't be around long enough for you to finally be with him." Her nails dug into the Nobody's pale skin. "And neither will you." At that, Larxene exited the room with Marluxia, ordering Luxord to keep Namine working and in his sights at all times.

A few floors down, Sora gripped his fake lucky charm, completely oblivious to anything occurring above him.

"I'm coming Namine."