Chapter 1: Mail Call

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or the characters of Kingdom Hearts, but hopefully this gets sent to someone working for Kingdom Hearts and they ask me to do story line. I am also doing this with a co-author, Kuinochi Neko.

Harold wasn't a very alert person to his immediate surroundings and had the ability to sleep through a war or a hurricane, he having once slept through the latter. He was a very interesting person who didn't know that much about anything except that he was falling in love with the woman who was running the bar down in Hollow Bastion Square, the very voluptuous Tifa Lockheart. Too bad she was practically taken since she was madly in love with a very shady character with spiky blond hair and carried a massive sword that just said, "One cut and you won't be touching anyone's woman ever again." Cloud Stryfe, the man in black, was like the bandit of Hollow Bastion because he stole the hearts of so many daughters that if he actually took up offers he would have more love children than an athlete. Of course, the guy was too caught up in unfinished business to ever say to the beautiful bar maid that he loved her and that would have made her open, but she was always waiting for that night in shining armor to take over and most of the men who hit on her were sent flying out of the room into whatever was outside. She was beautiful, but she could kick shit out of any man who came towards her without even batting an eye since she was wicked strong and an excellent martial artist. Accompanying her ensemble of tough bouncer/bar workers was the young ninja, Yuffie Kisaragi, Squall Lionhart or Leon as he called himself, the every shy and innocent looking Aerith who had Leon as her personal bodyguard. It was his tendancy to do that that gave him the nick name "Big Brother" and had clued the others into him carrying feelings for her and Yuffie would sometimes tease him for it until Tifa covered her mouth when Aerith walked back in the room.

But all of that has nothing to do with Harold at this point in the time of this tale, what does concern my story is that right at the moment when Harold was getting ready go out and eat a breakfast at the bar, which was cooked by Aerith with the help of Leon, sometimes Cloud if he had decided to stay in Hollow Bastion, but right at this moment there was a heartless attack on Hollow Bastion. Now Harold, not being the most alert man in Hollow Bastion, never noticed that there were heartless attacking his neighborhood or even that some had materialized in his house. When he took a shower, a Soldier heartless spun right at him, but missed him and disappeared into his wall without him noticing. When he got out it reached back in the wall for him, but it's claws barely missed him. As he brushed his teeth he didn't notice that outside of his window was the man whom he considered his rival for Tifa's heart, Cloud Stryfe, cutting down a dozen heartless at once with his buster sword. In reality, he was as much of Cloud's rival as a hobo was the rival of Bill gates, somewhere along the line he had been left in the dust and it was before he had ever laid eyes on her.

Without knowing there was an attack on the city outside, he went out to go to the bar for a nice bite to eat, not paying a second thought to the abandoned streets and cars that were on fire as he walked right past them all and right into the bar. This was when he started to realize something because Tifa wasn't at her usual spot, Yuffie wasn't getting on Leon's nerves for the umpteenth time, Leon was holding back his anger and annoyance while she did this and Aerith wasn't cooking those breakfasts that kept him healthy. He scratched his unkempt short brown hair that he had never combed from bed head and he stroked his chin that was filled with bits of stubble that he never remembered to shave off. Tapping his size eleven foot on the hard wood floor, he hovered over the bar stools which were only a foot shorter than him, he being six foot tall.

"What's going on, something has to be going on if Tifa isn't here," said Harold to himself as he panicked, not knowing what to do if something was actually happening right in front of him.

He had helped out with the fighting of the heartless before, but he was armed then and the defense system had been working then, but it wasn't today because he had accidently spewed coffee on it when he heard that Cloud had given Tifa a light peck on the cheek. It's not like he was the only guy who spewed coffee out when they heard it, especially since the coffee brought serious questioning to what the substance was. The lady who served it, and old hag who looked like something out of a witch trial called it "cwaffee," which made sense since it tasted like liquid ass and made every person who drank it make a break for the bathroom. Now he was all alone and without anyone to come back him up, the worse situation that he could ever be in. Salvaging what little weaponry he could get, he got one of the poles that Aerith used when she was fighting the heartless, except these were the old ones that had been abandoned for stronger fighting instruments that what he had in his hand now.

"Okay so all I need to do is battle my way out of here with this thing," said Harold to himself as he was trying to think of some plan that didn't end with him dying in the mental image. "I guess there is nothing left to do but run back to my house where I have weapons that I can use or find someone who could back me up."

"Do you always talk to yourself," asked a young man or teenager carrying a large key that he had remembered was the trademark weapon of the boy named Sora, who was the best heartless fighter in all the worlds. Right now the boy was no longer a boy of fourteen and now in his place stood a young man or teenager, somewhere from seventeen to maybe nineteen, but it was hard to tell since he had natural boyish looks. "You really shouldn't be here, couldn't you read the sign?"

"I can't read," replied Harold bashfully since it was the worst secret that he had and had caused him to pick things at random from the menu so that people had said that he never ate the same meal twice. The great mystery was really his most embarrassing secret. "Plus it's morning and I'm not fully awake or at least I wasn't fully awake, but after seeing that Tifa isn't here I'm wide awake."

"Oh so you're one of those guys who frequents the bars because of Tifa's and cries himself to sleep at night," said the young man as if the Harold fit the description of some disease that made the victim a pathetic man. "Wow, I hear about you guys from Yuffie and Leon, but I've never met one of you before in real life."

"What the hell man, I'm still a human being," shouted the man as he waved his hands in the air, only to have a Soldier heartless jump over his arms, scratching the tip of his middle finger. "Ah, they're here!"

"So I noticed," said the boy as he spun his keyblade in the air and stepped in the light for Harold to see all the features. The person who stood before him didn't fit the descriptions of Sora that he had heard from so many different people when describing him. The teenager who was in front of him had short hair that was a bit spiky but generally smooth and white or light blue, Harold had always been bad with colors having dropped out of kindergarten. His clothes were different than the ones that Sora had been described as wearing. This teenager had on a white vest over a dark blue zippered shirt with blue pants. "Well then I hope you have a weapon to defend yourself because we have to clean the room out here."

"I got this," said the man as he held up a pole and started to attack the small Shadows that showed up out of the corner of his left eye. He was good fighter when it came down to it and made some good money running a delivery business, but he had no luck with women due to his dropping out of kindergarten.

The young man wielding the legendary weapon struck at everything he saw with such grace that the keyblade seemed to be a part of him, moving like an extension of his arm instead of a weapon. Parrying the attack of the above mentioned Soldier (the one that flew over Harold's hands), the young man spun around to cut through its head and then jumped on top of one Shadow heartless like it were some form of trampoline, the young man brought his sword down on another soldier with the help of gravity. After destroying a few shadows with a quick succession of slashes, the young man summoned multiple thunder spells to destroy the remaining heartless in the room. To keep the bar further intact, the young man ran out of the bar, jumping over one of the big belied heartless and taking out one of the bigger shadows heartless and bringing his blade back to lash at the big heartless. It spun around to parry his slashes with its claws and then slapped its belly to show its intent to charge him since these types of heartless loved to give warning when they were going to charge, almost as if it were a taunt. Harold, seeing an opportunity to help, attacked the heartless at its vulnerable back, but the big creature turned around and started to give chase to the poor man. The keyblade wielder would have taken it out, but there were heartless coming out of the ground all around him and his hands were tied down as Harold could only run from the thing that threatened to make a pancake out of him. As fate would have it, Harold tripped over the shoe lace that he had failed to tie and he fell flat on his face as the thing kept coming, but as soon as it came close to him to do him some harm, a keyblade went right through its back, destroying the heartless before it became lodged into the wall of the building that was only an inch away from Harold.

"You should be more careful when you take on one of those things, mister," said another young man who was probably seventeen or sixteen, but younger than the other young man. This one had spiky brown hair and dressed in a short sleeved black jacket over a dark blue shirt with two red patches on the stomach and black shorts with dark blue in the groin area. His shoes were black and yellow with blue straps. This was the one he had heard so much about, the one named Sora.

"Oh thank you, that thing would have killed me for sure," said Harold as he got up and bowed before the boy. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"It's okay, it's my job to protect people from the heartless and you are no different, even if you are one of those drunks who cry themselves to sleep," said Sora as he helped the man to his feet, but the man fell over with embarrassment at seeming to fit the description of a pathetic alcoholic.

"I don't cry myself to sleep, I just have onion plants out of my window, okay," shouted the man as he backed up defensively.

"Whoa, I was just joking about the whole crying yourself to sleep thing," replied Sora as he scratched his head nervously. "I didn't think you actually did anything of the sort, mister."

"I know that I was just joking," exclaimed the man nervously and defensively, the most unbelievable combination. "It just slipped out! I did it on purpose!"

"Which one is it," asked Sora confused and staring blankly at the man.

"Well that's it for this world," said the young man from before as he dropped down from a rooftop to right next to where Sora stood, running a hand through his pink air as he yawned. "If these heartless things keep up, we might have to get a house on each different world and you could have Kairi come along with us so you don't get lonely."

"What's that supposed to mean, Riku," asked Sora defensively.

"She kissed you on the cheek before we left, don't think I wouldn't notice that you sly dog," teased Riku as he nudged his friend. "Lucky you, she's perfect you."

"Wow, you act as if you are giving up on her," laughed Sora, but then he saw the serious, somewhat sad look on Riku's face.

"I did give up, after I shut the door and went into the darkness," replied Riku as he scratched his head and leaned against the wall of some shop. "Besides, she never looked at me the same way as she looked at you a long time ago and I could sense that there was a barrier forming between us that would make anything other than friend possible."

"Well….I'm sure you'll find a girl perfect for you," said Sora as he patted his friend on the back roughly.

"Hey, easy there, my worst wounds are coming from you, Sora," said Riku as he rubbed his shoulder laughing. "Well I suppose we should wait around for the rest of the gang to come, which I'm guessing Yuffie should be getting here soon if she wasn't distracted by something along the way."

"Um…Riku…she's kinda…right behind you," said Sora as he pointed right past his friend and at the angry ninja who was tapping her feet on the pavement, a thing she only did when she was either angry or bored. She didn't have on her usual outfit, but instead went with full ninja black uniform to stave off the cold weather that was making Sora wish he had gotten black puffy pants.

"Oh, hey Yuffie, I didn't even realize you were there," said Riku, another mistake since she hated it when people treated her like she didn't exist, which is why Leon would give her the silent treatment when she got on his nerves.

"No please, go on and say what you were about to say," said Yuffie as she put her hands on her hips and stared him down, leaving him like a deer trapped in someone's headlights.

"Now come on, I didn't mean it in anyway like that," said RIku as he backed up, but he back up into a wall and found himself cornered by the teenage ninja who was two years older than him.

Before anything bad could happen to Riku, Tifa and Aerith came running in with an envelope that was sealed with the mouse insignia that was used by King Mickey. Leon and Cloud followed the two girls, both carrying their massive swords over their shoulders looking like to horsemen of the apocalypse.

"Hey you guys, we got a letter from the King," cheered Yuffie as soon as she saw the envelope and she rushed to snatch it from Tifa's hand before running back to Sora to hand it to him. "This is for you, lucky boy, I bet it's an invite from the King to some fancy party."

After reading the envelope, Sora turned his head back up and said to them all, "guys, we're going to Disney Castle for Christmas."

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