39Authoress Note: Technically, this story can be considered as a remaster of "Innocuus Pectus Pectoris". Though, I will tell you now that it differs extremely. My source of inspiration is the song "The Poet and the Pendulum" by Nightwish. The title in this story will show up again much later on, and it will most likely be explained in the last chapter. If you see any grammar mistakes, let me know. The chapters will differ greatly from the prologue in format, and will be in third person point of view.
Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this. I do not own Kingdom Hearts- for if I did, Sora would have been smarter in KH2, Zexion would have lived and played a part in KH2, and Xaldin would fall off a building. Thank you.
The Pendulum's Path
(Prologue: Search for the Missing Pieces)
Like a piano's soft notes, his steps into the room were syncopated. His eyes bore into me as if he were searching for lost truth. I doubt he found it in me, but alas I could never know.
The only thing I knew was that he never declared me untrustworthy. I was more than a simple colleague, but a friend. Yet he would never know of the mistake he made by abiding by that.
He called it a friendship. I called it a game with a new player.
I want to know, and to have my knowledge tested. There has to be more than what is laid out in front of me. What secrets are being kept from me?
There is more to the heart than the physical aspect- it seems almost impossible for it to be that simple. But by going by that reasoning, wouldn't that infer that there is more than the physical world? That simply can't be all there is.
He said he found a door- a door to the answers he called it. I want to see this door, for simply the knowing of its existence raises more questions. Where is it? Where did it come from? Where does it lead to? Is this what we have been working toward all along?
I am fearful, so fearful of what could be found. My heart tenses because of it. I do not know if I can go forward with this.
Though, I am more afraid of being left alone, as the door slams shut in front of me, never to open again.
As I stared at what was before me now, my eyes did not wish to see it, nor did I want to hear their yells coming from it. The door that I had lusted for was at last in sight, sitting adamantly in front of me as if knowing what I would do next, sensing every bit of trepidation, every bit of curiosity.
Indeed it must have, for I stepped through its depths and heard it shut as I became nevermore.
Broken, cold, and empty we remain, bitter towards those that have rejected us. We belong nowhere and that is where we remain. I see no other source of life besides ourselves and those that made the same mistakes as we did.
The only problem is that they did not make the same mistake. We made the creatures of the dark, and as those we cared for fell around us, we could not feel out for them.
We are now the monsters. Isn't it thrilling?
These are the misplaced thoughts of Ienzo as he slowly made his transformation from curious to foolish, leaving himself behind. What was once innocent turned into cunning, two steps forward became two steps back.
And the heart became nothing more than a child's play thing as it was tossed aside, meaningless and useless.