Hello peoples! UniversalOverlordess here, ready to post a story I've been thinking about for a while! It's not very long, but this is just the prologue. Just as a warning, this will be SoraRiku, AkuRoku, and KairiSelphie, so far. Of course...that takes a little time. /shifty eyes/

Well...here we are! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: UniversalOverlordess does not own Kingdom Hearts. She doesn't own Disney. She doesn't even own a car. /sob/

Not so long ago, in a parallel world not very far from this one, there lived a boy. Well, technically there lived many boys. Seeing as boys are created when…ahem. There are many boys in the parallel world not so far from this one, but we are going to focus on one…and his friends who are also boys. Some of his friends are girls too. Girls are like boys except they lack the ever important Y chromosome and they also lack…never mind. This one boy was special. He was very special. He was the most special bo- Wait! Many parents tell their little boys that they are the most special boy in the world. But some of those men grow up to be garbage men. And unless that garbage man is destined to rid the world of darkness by picking up garbage then I would have to say that he isn't as special as our boy…not that I have anything against garbage men. I think they are awesome. Smelly, but awesome.

This one boy was destined to rid the world of darkness, unlike the garbage men. His name was Sora. Sora was the Keyblade Master. (Yes, Master has a big M because Sora is awesoMe like that. Just like the garbage man.) Sora was the hero of the worlds. Sora was The Hero. Sora could unlock anything. Sora felt like a locksmith. Sora was shaped like a girl. He was shaped like a girl but he was still awesome. Sora had a Nobody named Roxas. Sora was, had, and felt all of these things.

Until he died at age 17.

Legend says that he died in a kamikaze attack against Maleficent in the Last War. But what legend failed to mention (because no one really figured it out) was that the Keyblade will always be a tricky bastard. While the attack was in play, the Keyblade sucked Sora inside, separating him from Roxas. Maleficent was mortally wounded and fled back to The Castle That Never Was to recover. When the smoke cleared, both Sora and Maleficent were gone. The Keyblade lay on the ground before it vanished.

Sora was later pronounced Legally Dead.

Kairi moved on and married her boyfriend. Selphie never married. Tidus and Wakka were…Tidus and Wakka. Riku got very sick. He wrote down the history of Sora the Keyblade Master, but died before he could finish it.

Meanwhile, in Keyblade Land…

"Hey Roxas…got any threes?"

"Go fish."

And so it was…for the next two hundred years.

It was later told to them…by the Keyblade itself that the blade liked Sora. Liked. The freakin' blade had feelings. Sora was told that the blade had never been treated with care before. Sora had treated the blade with care. In turn, the blade saved his life.

Thank you, sentient - but inanimate - object. Wait...is that even possible?

Sora and Roxas spent the next two hundred years inside of the Keyblade. Then, the next thing Sora knew, he was looking up at a very, very blank ceiling with a spinney thing. A fan. He knew what a fan was; he'd been to Traverse Town! A man's voice made it to his ears.

"Keep pushing! The first one is out! No, no, don't put your leg up like that! That won't-don't!"

A woman screamed.

Sora was then whisked away on a cart and plopped into a room full of crying babies. Roxas joined his a few minutes later, in full baby form. Sora cocked his head at him…at least he tried to. He heard Roxas' voice in his head.

I have no idea…you look like a baby. Ha-ha.

Sora didn't think Roxas had very much room to talk.

A few days later, both Roxas and Sora were taken out of the room of crying babies and into the arms of a man and a woman.

The next few months, Sora and Roxas amused themselves by watching the man and woman – presumably their parents – make absolute fools of themselves by making all sorts of embarrassing faces and noises at the two…babies.

Sora often opened his mouth intent on telling them they were only embarrassing themselves, but sadly, he could only say, "Coo?"

Being a baby officially…sucked.

But then one day, when Sora and Roxas had nearly mastered the whole walking thing…again, and their parents were being even more embarrassing than ever, Roxas finally got the point out.

"You fools!"

The parents were shocked…and Sora started laughing, which knocked him off-balance and onto his mother's head. Why was she kneeling? It wasn't like being their height would make them learn any faster.

"Take that," he added proudly.

Their parents would forever deny their children's less than flattering first words. Not 'mom,' not 'dad,' not even 'no.'

What kind of children call their parents fools and acted proud about knocking them over?

Nope…Roxas' first word was 'you,' and Sora's first word was 'take.'

…It was true.

The parents later made the decision to keep them from Uncle Charlie. He was a bad example, apparently.

And so it went, for fifteen long – long – years. Sora and Roxas grew, trained, grew, ate, grew, trained, grew, came out of the closet-

Oh, yeah.

"Mom? I'm gay."

"So am I."

"Sora? Roxas? You're…what? Why? Why can't I have grandchildren?"

"Because they'd call you a fool too," Roxas muttered under his breath.

"Sorry, Mom," Sora said honestly. He wasn't apologizing for being gay…he was apologizing for Roxas' lack of tact. And since Roxas had originally been Sora…well.

You get the picture.

And then, after all that growing, training, eating, and closet-exiting, they got The News.

"We're sending you away from Radiant Garden. You're going to Destiny Islands Boarding School. Bye."

When Sora passed out, Roxas knew this would be nothing but trouble.

Next chapter:

Who's dating who?! Why?! This is not okay!