Adventures in Agrabah
Wow this one hasn't been touched since march of 08, how time does fly. Sorry for the delay on this one, but as I may have mentioned in one or two other stories. Updates for some things will be long in coming, compared to the ones I work on faster than others. And seeing as how I just started playing Kingdom Hearts 358/2 days at the beginning of October, it was only a matter of time before my muse re-inspired me. Hope you like this update, I plan on fixing up the first chapter for grammer reasons. To match.
Anyway, without further ado, here's where Faith and Sora meet, plus we get to see the last of the Buffyverse world. you were hoping for Buffy, Willow, Xander, Giles or anybody else joining up with Faith. So sorry to dissapoint, but as I may have said in the first chapter, this is a Faith Centric tale.
Buffy stared at the cold corpse, there was no pain in her expression, only peace. When Willow was told, she’d been pleased, almost to the point of maliciousness, Xander though. He’d yelled at all of them, in a fit of passionate rage he’d told them all off for what they did to Faith, how they treated her like crap, even admitting to his own stupid mistakes.
Buffy hated what was said, not because it was true, but because it made her realize why she’d been so against Faith. The Slayer was meant to be only one, never two, two could share the burden of being Chosen, but never the territory or even the pressure.
She’d felt it with Kendra, but it really boiled over with Faith, leading Buffy to draw the only conclusion she could, she’d been selfish, she drove Faith down that path straight to the Mayor. She made a mistake, and she was not going to again, Giles was told in no uncertain words to keep the new Slayer away from Sunnydale, the Hellmouth didn’t need more than one.
And if the Watcher’s Council forced her to work with another one, it could only end in another tragedy.
“I messed up,” she said, “we all did and I know you made the choice, you really could only make that one choice though, the way we reacted. And for that I’m sorry, I hope you’ve found peace and if Kendra’s there, if the other Slayers before us are like holding this fab party, tell them not to worry, I refuse to let anyone else make that choice again. I get it now, it’s my destiny, our destiny. You said we were the Chosen Two, Faith, and you’re right.” Buffy pulled out the stake, the one Kendra gave her, the one she had vowed never to let out of her sight, and she passed it on to Faith.
“Well, well, well, look what we got here boys,” someone said, as they came out of the shadows.
“I see you’re enjoying your handiwork,” another of the group mocked.
Turning to face them, her gaze hardened. “You don’t get to desecrate her body,” she declared in her coldest resolved tone of voice.
“Yeah, and who’s gonna stop us, huh? There’s fifty of us and only one of you,” the leader stated in a mocking tone. “Don’t know about the rest of us, but I’d say I favor those odds.”
Buffy smiled coolly, her face hardening with intentness as she pulled out Faith’s knife, and a very sharp sword. “Funny, I was just thinking the same thing,” she said flatly.
Giles hung up the phone angrily and reached for the bottle he’d removed from his desk, curse Travers, and his stupidity. He couldn’t trust Buffy to deal with the Hellmouth herself, and so plans had already been made for the new Slayer, and her Watcher to come to Sunnydale. The Ruddy pill.
“Paranoid controlling git,” he cursed. Without warning his door burst open and Buffy walked in, bleeding from several cuts on her person, shocked he dropped the bottle on the floor causing it to shatter. “Good lord, what happened?” Privately he lamented the loss of a bottle of twelve year old Scotch.
“They went after Faith, like we predicted,” she replied, her tone flat and emotionless.
“Fifty vamps, and something that looked like a giant squid, it was gross and it slimed my favorite jacket. Or should that be inked? Can I just say, not fun, especially the smell.” Buffy tilted her head sideways, Giles gave a small sigh of relief, if she was cracking jokes then she was fine. Relatively speaking. “Wards are up, no one can touch Faith ever again, even when she’s in the ground.” Buffy sighed, her eyes shimmering with tears. “Bad enough they have to kill us, but then they have to desecrate us too for their jollies.” She trembled with rage.
Giles finally allowed himself to remember to move, coming over to her with a first aid kit, he began his work, studying her injuries. “The blood of a Slayer is a powerful calling, some spells require its’ use. We have been burying the Slayer with those wards for quite some time, but that isn’t what you wanted me to say.” He trailed off at her silent glare, and she took off her shirt so he could treat her wounds unencumbered. Silently going over them he noticed with some concern, that she had sustained greater injures than he’d imagined, or feared.
“Kendra, Faith, I can’t do it again, Giles, I can’t watch another girl die because of this calling,” she whispered in a determined tone.
“It, it’s never an easy thing,” he agreed with a silent pang of regret, “they insist on sending her here.”
Buffy’s face became a mask of impossible depth, she betrayed no emotions, almost as though a Vulcan. “Name,” she demanded.
“Cho-Ahn, I believe she’s Chinese, doesn’t speak a word of English. I’m afraid. Working with her will be quite bothersome to begin with, especially since they chose to assign someone I don’t really know all that well as her Watcher.”
Buffy nodded. “Fine. Don’t tell Willow or Xander, this time they don’t interact with her, I’m not screwing up her life like I did Faith’s.”
“Buffy.” Giles tried to reason, only to be cut off.
“She and I are Slayers, Giles, we work alone, we were always meant to. They’re my friends, they were… Faith only had me, and I didn’t see how we treated her, always comparing her to me or Kendra. Dissing her skills, her style because it wasn’t what they were used to in a Slayer. We had different lives, it wasn’t right, this time I’m going to be the Slayer first, friend second, and Willow and Xander aren’t going to screw it up for her.”
Unable to think of anything left to say to that, Giles simply and slowly nodded, Buffy grimaced at the pain of the disinfectant then nodded curtly acknowledging his agreement.
Back in the morgue, Faith’s body was surrounded by a soft glowing light, and the stake vanished from her hands.
Slowly the image faded, and Merlin shook his head, Fairy Godmother looked sadly up at him and he harrumphed as he fondled his beard.
“The breach has been dealt with, but the repercussions of her departure are not ours to mend I’m afraid,” he said softly.
“Goodness, at least the Heartless won’t invade that Realm,” she relented. “They would have no defense against such an assault, they were not meant for such problems either, so many of their own. Such a dark place, I wonder, I wonder if a little light couldn’t be shed.”
“Impossible, unfortunately. Well, I’d best be off, much to do before Sora seeks us out again and of course she’ll be with him, mustn’t let on that we know, or suspect.” Merlin got up from his chair and made his way to the door.
Fairy Godmother tapped her wand in thought, once Merlin left she removed something from her billowing robes. “If only there was something I could do.” She frowned in thought, studying the wooden implement carefully, and eyed the viewing crystal trying to decide on what she should do. In the end she chose to avoid complicating things further. “I can’t meddle in the events of other worlds not connected to our own, I mustn’t, but perhaps there’s something my magic can do for Faith. Let her know she has more than one option, when it comes to Hades’s little manipulation.” Smiling she placed the stake on the table, and with a wave of her wand, and a Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo, the stake transformed.
Sitting on a roof near the Bazaar, Faith watched as the Sora kid did his bit taking on Heartless, the suckers seemed drawn to him and the fancy weapon of his, but watching them fight made her realize she lacked suitable armaments. She needed a weapon, one that could take on the Heartless if she was going to mess with the kid, and Hades neglected to provide one. That really ticked her off, no weapon, no gig, no way was she getting between the kid and those Heartless things. She’d seen what happened when you lost your heart to them. It wasn’t pretty.
Before she could turn away from the fighting, a flash of light lit up in her face and sparkling things began to dance in front of her eyes. “What the…” Trailing off she was astounded when a weapon appeared in front of her, floating where the lights had once been. “Oh, now that is a sweet piece of hardware,” she said breaking into a genuine smile.
The weapon was a blood red scythe, with an elongated handle making it look more like a sword, the shaft was engraved with a pattern of black roses and the handle was a fancy circular design. It was crafted in the shape of a series of stakes connected end to end, with a cross in the center which served as the grip, the blade was curved straighter than a typical scythe and sharp on both ends. It seemed to radiate an inner magical aura, it just screamed designed for Faith and only Faith.
“Take it my dear,” a voice whispered into her ear.
“Yo, who said that?” she demanded glancing around for the source.
“Why, just consider me to be your Fairy Godmother, Faith,” the voice whispered again.
Faith scowled at the term. “This some sick joke of yours Hades?”
The voice chuckled in her ear and she couldn’t help being reminded of her grandmother. “I represent the opposite side of the coin, deary, consider this a gift from those who can help you escape Hades and his ilk if you should decide to make that choice along your journey,” she informed. And then the voice seemed to just fade away.
Reaching out with a little shrug, Faith took the scythe, an energy seemed to course from the grip into her body and something passed through her mind. An image of Buffy, presenting her with Mr. Pointy. “Five by five… Thanks, I guess, FG.” Swinging the blade a couple of times to get the feel for it, she set her sights back on the kid and his friends, it was time to get to work.
Sora, Donald and Goofy entered the alley to the left of the Bazaar’s plaza, there didn’t appear to be anybody except Heartless around, which was beginning to make their task of locating their friends, or this world’s keyhole difficult.
The group of three looked around, suddenly, someone behind some crates moved.
“Who’s there? Hello?” Princess Jasmine rose from her hiding place, she saw a curious looking boy and two even stranger people. “I’m Jasmine, my father is the Sultan of Agrabah, you don’t appear to be from around here,” she remarked.
“Uh… So that makes you a princess,” the funny looking dog-creature said.
“Er, we’re visitors, from another town,” the boy said.
Jasmine eyed them, she could tell the boy was lying, something in her heart seemed to be trying to tell her they could help. “My father is a good man, I’m sure he would have welcomed you with open arms, but he has been deposed by Jafar. Who now controls the city,” she explained.
“Jafar?” the dog-creature asked. He sounded clueless.
“You haven’t heard of him?” Jasmine asked. Obviously they weren’t from this place, not just her city, but any nearby locations. Or other cities. “He’s the royal vizier, he’s gained evil powers and seized Agrabah,” she elaborated. “He’s desperately looking for something, something he calls the Keyhole.”
The boy reacted, as did the duck-creature, and the boy made to say something. “T.”
“Shhhhh, quiet, Sora, let’s hear what she has to say first,” Donald advised in a whisper.
“Jafar caught me trying to escape, but he helped me.”
“Who helped you?” the boy asked.
Jasmine thought briefly, that she should keep this to herself, but something compelled her to continue. “We were hiding nearby, but he left a while ago to take care of something… Oh I hope Aladdin’s alright.”
“Aladdin? Where might I find this Street Rat?”
Jasmine turned, up above her on the roof of one of the nearby buildings stood Jafar. “Oh no,” she whispered softly.
“Jasmine, allow me to find you more suitable company, my dear princess,” Jafar said with a smarmy smile. “These little rats won’t do, you see.”
“Jasmine, run,” Sora urged.
Jasmine was quick to rush off, worried for the safety of her newfound allies. If only Aladdin were here.
“Ah, the boy who holds the key,” Jafar remarked casually, he summoned some Heartless, and then made his exit. “I’m sure they can deal with him, I have a date with a princess to keep,” he said to himself with a chuckle.
Faith had watched this entire exchange with a slight air of indifference, but now, she saw an opportunity to stick it to mister high and mighty vizier, and get in good with the kid. So when Jafar was out of sight, she leapt from her perch atop the roof of a nearby building, and landed in the thick of things.
With a devilish smirk she swung her new scythe, she even had a name picked out for it, she was going to call it ‘Hungry and Horny’, but thought better of it. Having listened to Giles and Buffy go on enough about Slayer stuff, she decided to call it ‘Sineya’s Wrath’.
“Wack, who are you?” the duck-guy demanded.
“Gawrsh, Donald, she’s helpin’ fight the Heartless.”
“There’s always some ulterior motive, Goofy,” Donald said in hushed tones.
“Can’t a girl get a little action in?” Faith questioned with a sultry little smile, one of the Heartless fell to her new weapon, and she felt a charge run up her arm.
“We’ve got to help Jasmine, come on you guys, ask questions later,” Sora insisted. The fight didn’t last long, apparently Jafar underestimated the kid, and his buddies.
Faith flicked a strand of hair out of her eyes, she studied the group curiously, Sora looked kind of similar to her. Or rather his facial structure and skin tones were more in line with ordinary looking people, not like Jafar or Jasmine who had been more cartoonish. “So, you’re Sora huh?” she said, she’d practiced this lie carefully several times in her head while waiting for them to arrive. “Guess she’s right, you are a little hero aren’t you?” she teased.
“What?” Sora stared at her, his eyes full of hope, they made Faith wince slightly. “What do you mean she said?”
“Well, I ran into a friend of yours, about your height. But definitely built a little more, curvy, if you know what I mean,” Faith returned with a slight smirk.
“Kairi, you met Kairi? Where? Where is she? Is she ok?” Sora’s questions stung, but only a little.
Faith offered a tiny shrug. “Couldn’t say exactly now, I only met her in passing, she wanted me to find you and stick by you. Keep you out of trouble, as she put it, promised we’d all meet up with her, she didn’t say exactly where though. She didn’t know herself, but she did promise she’d find a way to get in touch with me once I found you.” Faith’s lie came easy to her lips, and Sora appeared to be buying it, judging by the look on his face. But Faith noticed the glare she was getting from his duck friend, she knew there’d be at least one skeptic in the bunch.
“Wow, can yuh believe that, Donald?”
“No I can’t,” Donald snapped, “Sora we can’t trust her.” Donald yanked Sora down closer to his bill. “She’s not from this world, maybe she’s working with that Jafar character or somebody else,” he added in a hushed whisper.
“You’re crazy, Donald,” Sora argued tugging out of the duck’s grip. “If she says she met Kairi, I believe her, I have to believe her. And we’ll find her again, so…” Sora turned to face her again. “What’s your name?”
“Faith, kid, the name’s Faith.” She smiled at him.
Sora blinked, and grinned. “I’m Sora, guess you already knew that though, these are my friends Donald, and Goofy.”
“Hullo,” Goofy greeted with a wave and a smile.
“Uh, hi,” Faith returned. She wasn’t sure how much she should say, or how she should act in front of a character like him. But considering she’d already met the likes of Hades, Pain, Panic and Jafar’s pet Iago, talking to a cartoon dog wouldn’t be that hard.
“Well, come on, we’ve got to find Jasmine,” Donald said. He harrumphed and turned, only to find their entrance blocked by a large pile of boxes and things. “Now how are we going to get out of here?”
“There’s a gate up there, and a keyhole,” Sora replied. “If we can get up to that roof, I can unlock it,” he reminded.
“Ok fine, but if she’s coming with us she’d better not lead us into trouble,” Donald declared, poking Faith with his staff he took a careful look at her. And then he hopped up onto the nearest roof. “How exasperating, I’m the only one who’s suspicious about any of these people we meet. Princess Jasmine, Tarzan, that Alice character, not to mention Hades, you just can’t trust so readily, but am I ever listened to. No.”
“Hey, what about me?” a tiny voice cried out.
Faith glanced around, she didn’t see anybody at first, then she noticed a little cricket sitting on Sora’s shoulder. He was dressed in a coat and tails, with a hat, and had an umbrella tucked under his arm. “Who’s he?”
“Cricket’s the name, Jiminy Cricket,” he greeted. “Did you escape from the Heartless on your world too?” he asked, his tone polite, removing a tiny book from his vest pocket and a small pen he started to write. “In Agrabah we met Princess Jasmine, who told us about Aladdin and Jafar, a mean vizier trying to take control of the kingdom. We also met Faith, who said she’d met Kairi, Sora’s friend who’d been missing from the Destiny Islands since it was destroyed.”
“What about Riku?” Sora suddenly remembered.
“Huh?” Faith, distracted by Jiminy Cricket, took a few seconds to compose herself. “Oh right, the other guy, don’t know. Kairi said to keep an eye out for both of you, and, well I’ve only found you so far.”
“How’d you get to Agrabah, did you come in a Gummi Ship too?” Goofy wondered.
“Not precisely,” Faith answered evasively.
“Will you get up here!” Donald shouted. “We don’t have all day, Princess Jasmine is in trouble, and we still need to find The King!”
“Oh yeah, sorry Donald,” Sora apologized, and leapt up onto the roof. Goofy followed, leaving Faith to bring up the rear.
Jiminy eyed Faith inquisitively. “What world did you come from?” he wondered, he was only trying to strike up a conversation so he could chronicle everything in his journal for Queen Minnie. Put he was genuinely interested, since he’d also escaped from his world before it was destroyed.
Without really meaning too, Faith answered truthfully. “Sunnydale.”
“Sunnydale,” Jiminy repeated, jotting the name down in his journal. “Sounds like a cheery place,” he said with a smile.
“Yeah, you would think that, wouldn’t you,” Faith returned somberly.
Chuckling, Hades turned to the others. “What’d I tell ya, is she good or is she good?”
“Let us not put too much, faith, in the girl just yet.” Maleficent cautioned.
“Indeed, there may yet be treachery afoot, you saw what happened with her weapon,” Hook said in a thoughtful tone.
“So the Fairy Godmother got a little, meddlesome, it’s nothing to worry about. She isn’t going to betray anything, because if she does, well.” Hades paused and broke into a very dark smile. “Let’s just say, until her contract is up, if she doesn’t give it her all. It’ll be a hot time in the River Styx for little miss sunshine,” he said. He vanished in a puff of smoke, but his dark laughter echoed amongst the room’s walls for some time after.To Be Continued
Wish I could draw, I'd love to make a picture of Faith with her Sineya's Wrath weapon in KH style. Oh well, I'll just have to leave it up to the imagination.