A fallen Angel

Kanji was laying in his bed looking up at the ceiling, he moved his hand over his chest. Kanji then closed his eyes, when he did close his eyes, the darkness can be felt moving around in his heart turning him into something he was not, a monster.

Kanji opened his eyes, when Kanji did he ended up looking at the ceiling once again. Meany thoughts ran threw Kanji's mind, one was of his child, his smile, his laugh, and even his strength. The next thought was of his wife, her loving heart, her sweet smile, and even her sweet cooking. Kanji was lost in his thoughts, a voice started to call for him.

Kanji...Kanji my dear...

Kanji remembered this voice, it sounded just like his wife. Kanji got up out of his bed, he looked around his room there was no one there.

Kanji...come to me...

Kanji could hear the voice come from the door leading outside. Kanji started to walk that way, when he got to the door he stopped. The fear of seeing them started to show, Kanji bit his lip, started shake, and even a little cold sweat. The voice then yelled.

KANJI...HURRY UP!

It was not a yell of anger, it was more of concern type of yell. Kanji hearing the yell opened the door. When he did, there was only a chair, Kanji walked then sat down in it, when he did, out came three pedestal's. One with a broken sword, other with broken shield, and finally a broken staff.

What!? I already did this!? Why am I redoing this again...

The voice did not say, when it did it said.

Choose...

Kanji got up out of his set, walked past each and every one. When Kanji stopped he stopped at the sword, he looked at it for a short time just before grabbing it. As he looked at it, it was scratched and broken with missing peaces. Kanji remembered the last time he was here, when he was a kid. It was not broken.

What happened to me!? Why is everything... that is close to me seem broken and shattered?

The voice said nothing. Kanji closed his eyes once again, everything that was happy was no longer the same. Then the voice yelled.

GRAB YOUR HEART BACK!

When Kanji heard what was yelled at him, he opened his eyes,grabbed the sword and yelled “I,LL NEVER GIVE UP ON MY HEART! NEVER!!”.

When Kanji grabbed the sword it started to repair its self. Once it was broken with peaces missing from it. Now it looked like it did when Kanji was a kid.

When it was done repairing its self a lance was left in Kanji's hand. It was red and black, when pulled apart. One of them seemed like it was made of bones, with teeth and a sharp point to it. The other end seemed to not have a chain on it, and it looked to be like a sword that can attach its self to the other one.

Kanji then let the “Keyblade” disappear, Kanji continue to look out side just before heading to bed, he let his thought run threw his mind wondering how he was going to get his heart back in the shape it once was.

Kanji awoke, as he did the sun was beating down on his face, he did nothing, he did not even move out of the way of the sun he just laid there looking up. After just sitting there over 15 minutes, Kanji gets up grabbed his cloths and walked out of the door. Kanji was walking in the hallways and can hear people mutter some words about him as he walked by. Some of the words said “look that’s the man with the broken heart the “fallen angel”, they say he is just like a heartless a heartless with a keyblade”.

Kanji closed his eyes and continued to walk, the blue hair flowing with his movments. It was time for his test.