Zetsu

Zetsu had lived his life as a human before his heart was taken from him. He does not remember much from "Wait a second! Are you really gonna start my history this way. This is one of the cheesiest ways to start a history. Come on, everyone starts it this way. Let good old Zetsu start things out. I got a story to tell. Now forget everything this douche bag said about me, I do remember everything that happened to me, right as a I stepped foot from my mother. The Doctor didn't even have to pull me out, I just slipped right out and landed on the floor. I would have kicked his ass if I could had moved around then, but I could barely walk at that age, so he would have probably kicked my ass. I had soon found out that both my parents were Greek gods, and then all of a sudden I got struck by lightning. Zeus than banished me from Mount Olympus, and then I was jumped by the heartless. Soon afterwards I was dropped into the Underworld, where I had to fight my way out, to get back to the real world. Ah, most of that never happened. I really was just swallowed by the darkness and my heart was stolen from me. I'll let the old author here tell most of the story, unless he fucks it up."

What Zetsu does remember from his human form is very vague. He knows that he did have the power to wield a keyblade back when he was young, and that he was a much nicer man. While living with his parents, he spent his time away from home, sitting and watching the sky, hoping that someday he could travel the world, and fight people, and show off. He was still a cocky boy, in his human stages. Despite the fact of wanting to fight people, he used his powers for good, and did not wish to kill anyone unless, he one-hundred percent had to. Both of his parents were against the darkness of the world, and wanted to show Zetsu how the light was better. However, it always seemed that Zetsu was a little dark, even though he seemed kind as a child. For the most part, Zetsu lived a great life, with his family. In fact he was spoiled quite a bit, and his parents did not fight each other much, and if they did it was mostly to train. He did not lose his parents, nor did he do anything to harm him. His life was not so bad that he hated them and they were strong enough to hold their own. The only thing that really made Zetsu leave his family, was he wanted to see the world, and not have to relay on his parents for everything. He wanted to get out and see the worlds for himself, and fend for himself. He wanted a simple life.

After leaving his parents safety, he needed to find a way to get off this world, but first he felt the need to see the entire world he was on first. It was a huge world, already filled with interesting things that would catch a young boys eye. He gazed upon the tower that was in the middle of his world, and he made it his first goal, that he would climb that tower, one of these days. Things were going a lot better, but the world he was in was not always a safe place. Countless times he had to run away from creatures that he heard his parents talk about. He was a young boy, in the big world of his own. However, this adventure only lasted a few days, because he was soon found by his parents, and brought back home. He was glad to be home, but now his parents knew that he would not wish to stay with them forever, and he needed the tools and the ability to fight. He training would start soon, and Zetsu was glad he was going to finally be able to live on his own, weather his parents enjoyed it or not. His parents fought with various blades, so he had to start out with a simple knife and work his way up. He was clumsy at the time, so it was a good thing they used wooden weapons to train. His first day of training was very soon.

Zetsu was happily sleeping, when all of a sudden, he was awoke by a loud yell from down the hall. He arose with a fright and jumped out of bed. Had something gone wrong? He did not know, but he knew that he had to find out. Little did he know it was just his father getting him ready for his first day of training, and Zetsu looked pissed off that he had to get up so early. "Dad..." He said and sighed as he stay down at the table and was given breakfast. It was a gross little, healthy meal, that he ad to scarf down really fast. It was nothing like a taco. He soon walked down the hall, into a big room, that was their families dojo. He had never really been in this place before, because his parents did not allow it. He was soon given two small wooden knives, and was told to practice striking with them. He did not know why he needed to do this, but this was what he did for the first few hours of the first day of training. It made his arms hurt, from the countless times that he struck at the air. He had guessed this would make his arms stronger, so that he could strike with force. His parents watched him the whole time, while he was doing this. He was now going to struck at something, which was going to make this a little bit more fun. Zetsu father came up to him, and put his hand on his shoulder. It was time for Zetsu to really get serious about training.

Zetsu soon remembered that his parents would always yell, to add a little more force to there attacks, when they hit. He knew that he had to think of something to yell, so that he could show his parents he had been picking up what they had been doing, without even seeing them. Zetsu's father had put out a wooden dummy, so that Zetsu could strike at it. He smiled and took out both of the knives he held and struck at the dummy. He soon yelled out the first thing that had came to his mind. "DUCT TAPE!" Zetsu yelled out as he hit the dummy. His parents tired to hold in their laughter, but they had to leave the room, before they made Zetsu feel bad. That was too late, because he felt stupid. Why in the hell did he say duct tape, in fact did he even really know what the stuff was. I guess it just popped into his head, for some odd reason. He sighed and shrugged his shoulders. It did not really bother him too much. The word seemed cool, so he thought he would use it from now on and find out what it was later. It had to be something amazing, if he would just randomly think of the word. He soon after got back to training, but this time, refrained from yelling anything.

It had been a week, and Zetsu had stepped up from the knives, to a short sword. He was glad to see his father and mother happy, while they were all training. It was about time for him to really start his training and go out in the world and take on the heartless that were bother the world. They were weak, so his parents knew Zetsu could handle them. However, they stayed and watched to see if he got hurt. He was given a real blade, for this and had to take out these heartless. This was an easy job for him, before he was attacked by a giant heartless. His parents did not have enough time to get to their son, because it seemed the air had gotten heavy. The heartless had seemed to have an odd power, like none before. It seemed the gravity was getting heavy and soon a light shined from Zetsu. His sword had turned into what most people have never seen in their life. It was a keyblade and the power that was once thought coming from the heartless, was actually coming from Zetsu. His parents were amazed that their own son was chosen to use a keyblade. He would no longer need their training, because he was capable of fighting for himself. The heartless soon disappeared after Zetsu took it out with a blast of darkness. This worried his parents, but they knew that one who possessed the keyblade, knew how use darkness and light.

Soon enough, his parents had to say goodbye to their only son, and let him live his own life. He was finally able to get out of his house, and do some good for the world. It was a sad time for him, because he was actually looking forward to fighting his father. "Well, it was great knowing you two, but now I have to get on with the rest of the story. No one would want to follow this if I had lived with you guys for the rest of my life. It was seriously starting to bore even me." Zetsu said his last words to his mother and father and finally left the world he had lived on. He found himself, in different worlds, in the middle of a war against the light and the darkness. His parents had told him to live for the light, however Zetsu was not sure which side to choose, because he was only the boy. For the time being he wanted to stay on his own, and fight only when it need be, which was in fact often. Zetsu was get..."Wait, hold on a second, let me tell this part, I'm better at it! It's one of the things I do remember! So I was fighting for myself, ya know, things were going great. I was no longer locked up with my stupid ass parents, the world was mine. I had a hell of a lot of time to myself, so you know as a kid, I did what normal kids did. I went around for hire, and took out people I thought needed to be taken out. I was happy at the time and making a little bit of money. It was smooth sailing with this fancy key of mine. I had learned a good amount of magic back then too, so I felt like I was some sort of superhero. I was surely having a lot of fun. There was some rough patches though, like when I meet up with some crazy ass white looking things. It looked like these damned things were a lot more powerful than the black ones. I got the shit beat out of me a lot, but it was good for me, made me stronger.

Now, the worst thing I can remember when being a human, before my heart was taken away, was having to fight myself. I guess something took my form, and could copy everything that I had done. Well, except for being funny and awesome like myself, no one can copy that. But they guy knew all my moves, it was bullshit. Whoever made that god damn thing, has something coming to them, because I swear, I will kill the man who does that. But the copy me was just so hard to fight, I actually had to use my brain to fight him. I'll tell you it was worth the battle though, because I did end up beating it, or I think I did. Well, all that matters is I came out alive, and it didn't. So that has to be a win, doesn't it? Well, shit, I don't remember much more, it looks like the author here knows more about my past than I do. Hey, Drac, if that is your real name, tell me about my past, when you are done with this. okay?" As soon as Zetsu had fought himself, things were not looking up. His heart began to fill up with dark things, and his keyblade was not acting right. He could still use it, because his heart had been strong, but it was just not the same as it was before. Zetsu was starting to change, for the worst and no one could help him. He did not know what to do, and did not even know what was going on. He was surely headed for the wrong path. However, he did not wish to change this because it seemed this was the easiest and the fastest way to gain power, and he loved getting stronger, no matter what.

At the time, Zetsu was still alone, traveling the world. Things were looking darker and darker for him. He did not notice the change, because to him it had seemed he was still doing the same thing. It was a surprise that his key had not left him, but if one would look at him, the key did not chose him for the light in his heart, no it was for the strong willed heart that he had. All that matter to him at this point was him getting stronger. He wasn't meeting friend, but only making enemies. Again, he did not seem to mind at all, strength was key for him. He got into a many of fights, and was soon met by two men in hooded black coats. Zetsu did not know what these men were up to at the time, but he knew it was only for the worst. He smiled and summoned his weapon. Now it was time..."Alright, Now its mine turn to tell the story. This is one of the last things I remember as a human. I don't quite remember the men that were there, because I was too busy getting attacked by these black and white things. I had fought them before, so it was no surprise to me for what they could do. At the time, I was thinking that at my current power, I could easily take them on, but I guess that was never the case. But I tired my hardest in everything I did and this was one thing that was most certainly not about to change. I had to fight them off, if it was the last thing I did.

I was waiting around for some time, and soon all of them at once, had charged me. I was luck that I could do more than swing around a key. I had magic and that was an awesome thing to know how to use! When I first learned that I could use magic I was happier than the Nintendo kid on Christmas day. I really felt like I was a true super, and could do whatever I want. Which reminds me of my story, I was wrong! Dead wrong, and I was pissed about it. These things came at me like it was nothing at all. Sure I took out wave after wave, but I just couldn't handle all of it. And as soon as I thought it was over, they had to bring about the big dogs. I mean seriously, what were these guys trying to prove. It wasn't like I had done anything to harm them or hurt what they were up against. Well, I had to keep going, because at this point, I thought I was going to die, and I damn sure did not want that to happen.l My mood from the Nintendo kid quickly changed to the how the Freak out kid acted when his mom deleted his WoW account. I was gonna die and I was not happy about it! I had one last thing to do, and it was not going to be taken away from me. As soon as I felt my eyes get heavy and the world around me go black, I raised my hand to the moon and yelled two words. DUCT TAPE! I still had to be the funny guy, that everyone knew me as, and it meant something to me, because it reminded me of my parents.

One of his most remembered memories of being a human, is all the time he had spent with his family and then that getting taken away, when the darkness trapped him. He was very young while he was trapped in this place, and couldn't be a day older than ten or eleven years of age. He remembers that he was trapped in this world for sometime, and had almost nothing to do, but train his body. "Now, this was the last thing I remember being a human. It was like it was almost yesterday. It was almost like an endless day of floating in the darkness. It was pretty much a nightmare, I couldn't eat, which means no tacos! I had seen things that no human should see, and I couldn't move, and it was killing me. I could hardly talk, and if I did it was to myself. It wasn't at all fun! Who wants to talk to themselves? I mean really, why would someone want me in a place like this. At first I thought I was gonna go crazy. I could never sleep, it had been at least a good few months, and I was pissed, because nothing was going right. It wasn't until I noticed I was growing that those damned things that brought me here were back. They already gave me hell, what worse could they do and why they hell were the so god damn mean!

Well, it soon dawned on me, once these things came, I could move once again. I still had the power to use my keyblade and started taking them out one by one. Finally, I was getting some god damn action, and I was loving it. I was actually glad they had come. This was way better than the time Megan Fox was introduced. I have to admit she is a very fine woman, but nothing beat, beating the shit out of these things. Those two years of not moving, had really made fighting the top thing on my list, but women was a close second. They soon rushed at me and a swung to the right and left. I was was swinging my key all over the damned placed, it was amazing. However, this too had ended in the worst way possible. It was one thing to put in the darkness unable to move, but they also wanted more from me. I was not about to let that happen, hell no. I had one last move in me, and I had to make it last. I let out all of the remaining power I had pushed everything around me away. I soon passed out and the only thing I do remember, was the black things swarmed around me, and began to take something away from me. At the time, I was clueless, but soon I realized that I was no longer human, because the heartless, had taken my heart. If they would have had told me that it wouldn't have killed me, I wouldn't have minded. Hell, sometimes its better without a heart, and it sure beats not being able to move. I hated the time spent in that place, it still gives me the fucking creeps."

His heart was devoured by heartless and he was soon 'born' into a new world. This would be his home for sometime. He was still very young at this time, and had a lot of live ahead of him. Although the first thing on his mind, was to get something to eat, preferable a taco. He had not eaten for a very long time, and this was the thing that had sounded best to him. Although he had other things on his mind, like how he could live without a heart. He really wanted to know, but was glad to still be alive. He had a lot of questions and they needed to be answered so that he could get on with his life. He had seen a lot as a human, but only remembers the really big events and not many small details. In fact at this time in his life he did not know when his birthday was, so he marked the day that he was born as a different race that day. He was not happy about what was going on, but he knew he was going to make the best of it. He knew that the attacks would stop for sometime, because his heart was gone. He was know one of them, and he knew it. He wanted to test out one last thing. He held out his hand and did the same thing he always did to summon his keyblade. He could not use it. This worried him, because he knew that the world he was in was not a safe place to be. And now being a nobody, he had to look out for humans. Zetsu had no idea what he was getting himself into.

Zetsu had soon realized that he had no way to protect himself in this new world, and had to find some way to do so. He could feel that something was following him, and that they were sure to do something to him. He had been a nobody now, and felt that someone would be after him and wishing for him to join. He had to find something to keep himself safe from people like this, so he had found a sword like weapon that seemed to have a crescent shape to it. He trained a long time using this, while a nobody. "Come on you numskull, skip to the good parts!" After much training he was soon met by a man in a black coat. He had offered him a lot, but Zetsu had refused it all and pulled out his sword. He smiled and was ready to fight. At the time it had seemed like a good idea, because Zetsu had not idea how strong this man was, and frankly he did not care. Zetsu just wanted to fight and better himself, for himself. This was one of the fights that made him who is today, making him train a lot more than normal.

"Alright, why the hell would I join you and your stupid little group? I don't get money so no deal!" Zetsu yelled pointing his sword at the man and smiling. He was glad to finally get a decent fight going for him. "You better make this fight worth while, but let me win!" He yelled out at the sky. Zetsu looked back at the man and smiled. The man in the black shook his head at Zetsu, showing that he did not care for any of this. Zetsu soon rushed at the man, with his sword, Zetsu was glad this fight had happened. He had to let his angry out, and needed some answers. As soon as Zetsu swung at the man, the man jumped in the air and landed on top of Zetsu sword. "How the hell are you doing that?!" Zetsu questioned him, and then found a fist coming at his face. He flew back and hit the ground. Zetsu stood up and then man soon pulled out his weapon. Zetsu was defeated afterward, but was still asked to join, because he could be used once he learned how to use his keyblade and fight. He joined the Organization, and knew that he could find the answers he was looking for, while he was with these guys. He did not like the fact that he was working with others, but it could not be helped. He was given a new name, Xetzus, which he did not enjoy.

He knew that this was the best choice for him now, because these people were just like him, They had lived through similar things, and wanted their hearts again. Although they did not have it taken away from them like Zetsu, at the time he had no clue. All he knew was that the heartless had taken his heart. One would think that the only reason that these men took the heart of Zetsu, was that they knew it was going to happen, so they just sped things up and used him as a tool. Zetsu thought that he had made friends within the group, but all of them really knew that he was nothing more than a tool. They wanted for him to be able to use his keyblade to get hearts faster, but it had seemed that was something he could not do. They took it upon themselves to train Zetsu, until he could. It would be one of the hardest training sessions he would go through because they had pushed him very hard to try and get the keyblade as quick as they could. He was soon getting a lot stronger, and could easily take on a few of the lower members. The consist training made Zetsu notice that something was up, however he had no clue. He wanted to dig more into, but it was not easy, when one is the lowest member of a group. In fact, half of the time he was not allow into the meetings, because most of them did not see him as a real being.

Zetsu soon realized that the only reason he was in the Organization was because his human side could use the keyblade. This upset him a little bit, but at the time he was not smart nor strong enough to leave the group, and he knew that. He would have to suck it up and try his hardest to learn the keyblade. He had hoped that one day he would become strong enough to impress his friends. He had to help them out, because he wanted his heart back, he felt, at the time, all hearts had power and without one, he was just a nobody. He began to train with himself, after the others were done with him, but it was still not working. Zetsu had not seen it, but it was because he was being used as a tool, that he could not summon his keyblade. He had the power to do so, but the others were holding him back. They would soon get fed up with Zetsu and throw him out, because he was not much use to the Organization and he was just taking up space. Everyone held a meeting to decide how much time they would give him, before his death, he was aware of this and fled from the scene. He did not wish to be used a tool anymore and soon took back his old name, Zetsu. He had disliked the other name he was given. Now Zetsu is in the World that Never was, and is awaiting to obtain his keyblade.

Zetsu was dreaming about killing the men, while someone seemed to be killing the guards. Zetsu had not heard anything until the man had approached his cell and unlocked his door. Soon enough a blade was held to his throat. He awoke with the man telling him that he was breaking him out, and would kill him if he tried anything funny. Inside he was laughing, and he did not think the man would even really think about killing him. Zetsu slowly stood up, working his muscles, for his sleep. As he stood up he still noticed that his arms and legs were still chained. He had noticed that the chains were lighter because something had been done to them. The hold one whatever it was they were attached to had been weakened. He did not know why, and he did not care, it was not his chance to get out. He looked down at Towa and smiled. "I had assumed that no one wanted me out of here." He began to laugh, at the fact that he could finally get out and kill once again.

Zetsu nodded at Towa, telling him that he was going to follow him. He did not want to have to fight a man, he did not want to kill, at all. Towa was kind enough to break him out, so for the time being he was obliged to follow him. He moved out of the the cell, as far as he could. As soon as he did he used all his might to break the chains that held him. The chains broke apart, and Zetsu walked to the rest of the way out of the jail cell. He walked passed Towa and smiled, then laughed. "I am Zetsuemi, and I'm sure you already know this. I will follow you for a time." As he walked out he saw the bodies of men on the ground. All of them were dead, and Zetsu did not seem to enjoy this. He sighed but then stomped on one of their heads. He did not care if they were dead or not, their bodies needed to be messed up more. As soon as he stomped on the first head, he felt the blood between his toes. This was one of the best feelings he had felt in quite sometime. It had been six long years since his last drop of blood, that was not his own, he had felt. This made him very mad, and he started to beat up the other bodies.

"I would like one second to get some angry out, and then we can be off." He said with a big devilish smirk on his face, and then laughed. He took the body of the man who had stood in front of his cell for most of the six years. He picked the body up and throw it at one of the cells. He soon tied it up and began to punch him in the head. "You are lucky I don't know where you live. And that you are dead. I'd bring your family in here and kill them in front of you!" He was loud, but luckily this would actually keep the other guards away. If Zetsu was quiet, it was he was either sleeping or something was up with him. Being loud was one of the best things that Zetsu could keep up, because so many people had been use to it. As he finished up, he tore a limb off the man and took a bit out of it. It was the best thing he had eaten for a long time. Although he preferred it cooked, this was good enough for him. He walked to a chief guard and throw him into the electric workings, Zetsu chains had once been attached to. He picked up one last body and crush his skull into tiny pieces and laughed.

He soon turned to Towa and nodded. "Sorry for the wait, it would have been hell traveling, knowing that I had done nothing to make these guys look worse. I will be fine for the trip back." Zetsu laughed a little and waited for Towa to lead the way. "I shall follow you." He knew that he would not kill anyone, or even attack anyone if they had gotten in there way. He looked at one of the men he had not messed with. He studied the man, and if needed he would transform into the man. He wanted for Towa to say anything. He was just glad to leave the accursed place.