Yo! Hello Fanfiction and Fanfic (potential) readers. Not an expert or good writer but figured to try myself at writing. I love Kingdom hearts because I believe it has an amazing story. I always wanted to write a KH Fic and this is what came to me. I guess to all who potentially would read this try to leave a review and comment what you like and what needs improvements, all that good jazz. :)

5/24/19: Edited the chapter and corrected the mistakes.

Sora suddenly jolted awake and feeling groggy. Blinking the bleariness away, he looked around curiously to see where he was. Strangely, he was standing in a very weird place surrounded by darkness that gave him chills just staring into it. Gone was the sunny and breezy feeling on his skin working in tandem with the crashing waves in the shore to create a feeling of serenity, calmness, and joviality that Destiny island had. All were replaced by the infinite foggy darkness emanating no sound, no scent, and nothing whatsoever.

'This must be a dream,' he thought, 'a very vivid one.' Closing his eyes, he sniffed the air again and still negative. He even strained his sense of hearing, his ears twitching ready to pick any incoming sounds but nothing, just a blanketing silence that deafened him.

He observed that he was standing in a green stained glass des1igned with a beautiful image of a pale black-haired woman —he palest he'd seen— as her ruby red lips bit an apple. Her features were quite alien to for her clothes was nothing like he'd ever seen. None of the people he knew wore those clothes —a dress white high collar, blue top, and yellow long skirt. Around her image was seven elder men encircling her body and animal pictures encompassing the round platform he'd been standing on.

"So much to do, so little time. Take your time and don't be afraid." He nearly jumped in surprise as a voice said with clarity echoed throughout the darkness. It was all over the place, he couldn't pinpoint the origin as he glanced around for the person who said it. His tail twitched in anticipation as his heart hastened its beating. He asked, where am I? Who are you? Or rather tried to but no sound came from him. Was he going deaf?! His breathing became faster along with his hear,t but a second later a wave of calm flowed through him that he found himself involuntarily relaxing.

"The door is still shut. Now step forward."

The mysterious voice beckoned him. The voice itself was sincere and he felt warmth in it that he didn't feel the need to hesitate in doing what was asked. When he did as was said, he was really surprised when three platforms rose from the floor in a ray of light. Each platform held a single floating object; a giant key-ish sword. Is it a sword? Or a giant key? He was confused as to what it could be that was floating before him.

The first dais on the left held a sword key —he supposed that would be an apt term to call the things— that had a boxy guard made up of small light gray boxes and a copper looking rod. Its shaft was cylindrical with a letter E like teeth at the end.

Sora turned his attention to the second one in the middle. The key sword intimidated him with just its with its dark color themed appearance alone. From its handle that spiraled, its pommel and guard that was formed as wings of some sort and etched with a horned animal. The dark sword's blade was barbed and in addition, a blue eye at its tip with a very thorny tooth —like its shaft— not only made it intimidating but also dangerous looking than the first one. He shivered just gazing at it because for some reason he felt it emit an unnaturally cold aura. How Sora knew that he wasn't sure. He just knew.

The last of the strange weapons was the one he liked best when he first saw it. it was very beautiful unlike the first one and not too artistic yet intimidating like the dark one. The weapon —was it a weapon? He thought confusedly— was blue as the night sky itself and lighter-hued stars were on the blade's body giving it a much livelier appearance despite its dark colors. The guard had two circles designed with stars in it and wings encircled its hilt much like the other two swords were. Its teeth were like its theme, a yellow crescent moon, and a star. Sora pondered as to what the voice wanted to do with the objects in front of him.

"There is power sleeping within you, if you give it form it will serve you well. Choose well," the voice stated as if reading his mind.

Power? What power does he mean? But he didn't pause to think on it as he approached the plain looking one first as he wasn't sure what to choose.

Surprisingly, the sword key itself was very light when he tested it. He was very sure that it's was heavy but shrugged instead, a blessing was a blessing. In his hands, the boxy looking key was uncomfortable as it was too...

How could he put this, too rigid maybe? Thinking about it for a second, yeah, that was the word closest to what he was feeling as he waved the word-like object. Nevertheless, the aura it gave off calmed him as he studied its features closely. The sword made him feel secure like he knew nothing would shake him off. Not even the strongest earthquake or storms.

"The Path of Guardian, kindness to aid friends. A shield to all. Is this what you seek?"

Guardian? He definitely liked the sound of that. He always wanted to protect people. But a voice inside him said, almost. It was close but he feels it wasn't the right one for him. Shaking his head, he returned the object to its place and walked towards the second one.

A few meters away from the dark sword, his fur stood still as the feeling of… He couldn't describe it well, but it was a feeling that made him feel wary and like it at the same time! He suddenly had an urge to pick it up quickly but with a gulp, he resisted his own impulse and approached it slowly. When he picked it up, he felt a great rush flow inside him and thought that he could defeat Riku! What's more, was that it fits his hands better than the first one. Sora examined the eye in its tip. It seemed alive to him even though if it's not moving.

"The Path of Warrior. Invincible Courage. A sword of terrible destruction. Is this the one you seek?"

He gave the sword a second look. Terrible destruction? This sword? He doubted the speaker's words as he studied it closely. Yeah, it seemed evil enough but just because its evil looking doesn't mean it's one. What matters is how you use it. Still, it was with great reluctance that he let it go to test the last one. He felt all the strength that surged through him vanished like the wind when he put it back. He frowned at that.

The Star sword —he decided to call it that thinking that the name fits perfectly— to his surprise fit his hand perfectly just like the second one. No. It was definitely fitted better than the dark sword. It was also the most comfortable of the three for him. Not only that, he felt connected to it as if the thing was calling silently and waiting for him. it didn't give any sort of feeling when he approached it. It just, stood there, waiting so why was he feeling this way then?

"The Power of Mystic. Inner strength. A weapon of wonder and ruin. Is this the power you seek?"

Wonder and ruin didn't sound too bad to him, besides it was an instilled principle by his mother that it's how the power was used that defines a person. Sora nodded eagerly as it asked again. The weapon quickly vanished from his hands making him wide-eyed for a second.

"You have chosen the path of the mystic. Now you must give up something in exchange."

Sora frowned, it was a hard choice for him. He like the first one, to defend, to be a shield and there was nothing stopping him from choosing it. The second one, on the other hand, felt great, like he could use it to help his friends, heck even everyone! The way the sword fits into him was just a plus but the way the voice said terrible destruction was what was stopping him to outright choosing it. What is terrible about it? It's how you use it that matters. How could it be that destructive if you use it to help?

Still, he didn't know why but a part of him screamed, No! Get away from it! for some reason. It was a tough pick for Sora.

Sighing, he walked towards the simpler designed weapon. It was a close choice between the two but he would help others first regardless if he's powerful or not.

"You have given up the power of the warrior, your path is set."

After that was said, the sword stands sunk and Sora heard a single crack then. It quickly multiplied to a screeching noise that hurt his hearing. He fell and by instinct, he flailed trying to reach for something to reach! Anything to touch!

Darkness was all he could see now. The endless darkness was swallowing him! He feels its grip, all over him, caressing his every essence, pulling, and inviting him to stay in their domain forever. Fear greatly overcame him and his senses screamed louder than ever. He kept moving as if to repulse the scratchy feeling the darkness gave him but it was no use. It surrounded him like water.

The time he fell seemed eternal before he could feel something hard on his back. A floor. He rested on the floor for a while and trying to regain a sense of calm in him.

What kind of dream, or nightmare is this! It... looks as if it's real. The boy from destiny islands grasped his chest, his feet, his head, and every part of his body as he shuddered away the chill feeling the dark gave him. It was a very sweet poison. He didn't know if he had the power to resist it if more were to come.

When Sora already composed himself, he stood up and tried once again to sense where he was but it was still the same. Everything was blank. No scent, no sound, and no anything to determine where he was. Just surrounded by darkness.

The place he was in now was the same but differently designed. A pretty woman was etched on the purple floor. The Woman had brown hair and a fairer skin tone who wore a glittering bluish-white dress.

A sound of scuffling made his ears twitched. His arms then, moving on its own rose and glowed. When the light died down he was holding the Star themed strange weapon that he chose.

"You have gained the power to fight."

The voice stated as the scuffling sound got louder and nearer. But he couldn't see its source. A dark spot soon appeared on the ground and from it rose a tiny black creature having large yellow eyes and antenna on top of its head. It had claws like him instead of normal hands but had sharper claws. Plus, he had to resist covering his nose because the scent the thing gave was repulsive in every manner. He didn't know what it was but it was an indescribable yet familiar scent. He shook his head, no time to think.

"There will be times that you have to fight. Keep your light burning strong."

A sound advice, Sora thought, if I knew what you mean.

The small creature disappeared as it merged with the floor again but he could still smell it.

"Behind you!"

A warning from the voice alerted him the same time he knew it was gonna pop out behind him but what Sora didn't expect was that the cute little thing came out claws ready to kill him! It was fast but he was faster as he then slashed horizontally with the sword key just as it was about to poke through his chest. To his surprise, no blood was spilled but the creature became wisps of darkness and faded like dust.

Sora had to resist a curse when he heard more shuffling sounds of the same creature, but this time it was plenty. Dark creatures appeared in front of him and on his peripherals, he could see that he was surrounded. There were ten of them and he didn't like it. Folding his tail defensively to prevent it from being injured, for a moment he remembered how Kairi accidentally stepped on his tail and suffice to say it hurts a lot.

The moment they sunk to the floor as round black inks dashing towards him, Sora was prepared and he trusted his instinct as he stepped back in time as a claw reach for him from the side. The shadow where it came from morph back to its original form then jumping as it clawed him again, but this time he ducked then swung the mysterious object and suddenly spinning taking three more of them that attempted to attack his blindsides. Two ran to him as he ran towards them too quickly striking them down. Ears twitching, Sora determined its location as he turned around in time to defend against the claw but he quickly pushed it back and cut it down midair.

A few yards away from him came another dark creature and running faster than he could expect of them, he tried to do the same but found out that he couldn't! Each of his legs was trapped in a hold by one of them, with a swift cut of his captors, he sidestepped in time for an offender to pass him and reduced it to dark wisps. Sora didn't waste time as he decimated what was left of them quick enough.

Huffing, he knelt using the weapon as a support as he recovered his breath. It wasn't that it tired him so much, but he only did so to rest himself a little and prepare if there were more of those monsters that attacked him.

Sora didn't know how long it was until he regained his breath but he didn't care as the moment he stood, so did the floor he stood on became a swirling pattern of a black hole. Dammit! No! He screamed flailing for anything to reach. Get away! Get away from me!

As if by miracle his hand glowed as the sword appeared once again, its mere presence drove the touch of the dark. It warmed his heart, his skin and perhaps his very being itself. The object gave comforted him as he looked at it amazingly. Is this what the voice meant? He really couldn't be sure but it didn't matter to him as it just saved him from whatever the darkness is made up of.

Eternity. The brunet teen was feeling he fell for literally an eternity until his back softly landed in what he would guess would be another stained glass. Sora gasped, his eyes flittered around wildly examining where he was. Releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding, he breathed deeply regaining his sense of calm.

Looking at where he was, his conclusion was right. It was another stained glass but this time a door was placed a few feet away. It had a weirdly ethereal shone to it that made him curiously study it from a distance. As the teen walked to it, he kept his senses strong in case if another shadow attacks. The door was transparent —and when he looked at it closely by peering forward at it— he saw the other side of the door and the platform. Curiosity getting the better of him, he tried to touch it only for his hand to passed through it like it wasn't even there. This made him jumped in fright.

I can't open it, he thought while scratching his head in confusion.

A sound behind him made him turned around with a defensive stance as he expected another monster but seeing it was just a chest, he relaxed. How'd the chest got there? Sora wondered with arms crossed as he stood in front of it.

Sora yelped in silence as his arms moved on its own and tapped the chest. A glowing dark object floated out of it and passed through him. Ah! He shouted helplessly as he tapped his chest and checked his back only to see it drift in front of the door as it became definite and enter it.

Following the object, the light blinded him as he opened the door. Sora was surprised to see he was back in destiny islands! The air, the wave crashing against the sand, the sunlight, it all filled him with glee.

"Hold on, the door won't open just yet."

His tail drooped upon hearing the voice just as he was approaching Selphie. The girl looked like her, smelled like her but Sora knew it wasn't her. It didn't feel like her.

"What's most important to you?" She asked as her green eyes bore into his. Just looking at it made him feel self-conscious that he shifted uncomfortably.

"Friendship," the boy immediately answered, already taken aback that he had regained his voice.

Tilting her head questioningly, "Is friendship such a big deal?" She asked as she faded away.

On his right, a form was taking shape, he recognized the yellow vest and the lighter than his brown hair.

Approaching the figure of Tidus, "What are you afraid of?" Tidus asked, his voice all monotone. It creeped him out and he felt his hair stood up just hearing his friends ask him that kind of way.

Sora for all his life always knew what he was scared of. He didn't tell the others much of this because he wanted to maintain the image of a confident young man despite his peculiarities. He didn't want to show weakness in front of others. "Being indecisive," he said surely.

"Being indecisive? Is it really that scary?" A nod was his automatic response despite Tidus' fading away.

If he was indecisive, then no doubt that the scathing yet wary looks of others might've killed him a long time ago.

Looking around, there at the stairs was Wakka holding a ball under his arm. "What do you want outta life?" Sora shivered at that, now that was wrong. Listening to Wakka's accent in a drone. It was wrong. Just wrong.

Remembering the time when he was younger, Sora recalled wanting to search for his father and seeking acceptance. Seeing if there really were other worlds on the edge of the sea then he wanted to explore it along with his best friends Riku and Kairi. He wanted to know everything there is to know about the world.

"I want to broaden my horizons."

When Wakka finally faded the voice echoed throughout the island as it talked, "You treasure and want friendship. You're afraid of being indecisive. You want to broaden your horizons." The voice repeated his answers. "I see. I can see it now, your heart. Your adventure will begin soon, just keep a steady heat and you'll make it through fine," it commented.

Just as another bright light left him blind, the voices' words echoed, "the day you will open the door is far off and near."

When the light subsided and Sora wiped his eyes clearing away the dark spots that filled his vision, he was in another platform but this time she was wearing a purple dress and having blonde hair and holding a red rose. Around her were three plump women and the edge was outlined with green and black thorns.

Faint shuffling sounds behind him made him turned around and immediately summoned the giant key. The shadow creatures appeared once again and ran towards him without warning. Sora doing the same and using his weapon as an advantage killed it with a thrust before it could attack. Swooshing noises from below and both sides made him jumped spin to retaliate making them dusts. Upon landing, he tried to thrust his sword forwards as one of them tried to claw him but quickly duck as he heard the sound of claw cutting through the air on his rear side, with a quick grab, he threw the rear striker sending it flying against the one on his front just as it was about to reach him. The two were sent flying over the edge of the circular platform. The lion boy jumped back as four more creatures appeared in front of him and attempted to scratch him.

Sora growled in annoyance. He hated the creatures that blocked his way, he just wanted to wake up! They were cute but also a hindrance. He wanted to wake up from whatever this was. He and the creature were having a staring competition as neither side made any move yet. With a silent yell, he attacked first but the four dispersed. He easily downed one that moved to strike him first but he wasn't done, rolling forward, the brunet dodged another shadow as warping and shuffling sound came from the ground. Quickly reverse gripping the weapon, he moved to stabbed behind when he heard faint sounds of footsteps but gasped voicelessly as he felt a claw reached his back.

Falling forward, he moaned in pain but moved away before another could get him as he too tried to push the pain away with gritted teeth. All three of them came out of their shadow puddles jumping in his direction seeing as he was injured. But no, Sora would deny them a chance to hit him as he persevered. Running to meet the three, he then slid forward and quickly turned once they passed over him. He ended three of them simultaneously with a throw of his weapon.

Wiping his sweat away and panting in exhaustion, he sat down on the floor to recover. Sora noticed that he was winded already, but he knew his limits and somehow, he grew tired faster than usual. Shaking his head, he shelved it for later as he needed to see it through the end.

"Brave through it, for the upcoming times will be harder," the voice said to him after some time. The brunet lion boy felt the warmth of the voice. Its silent support and comfort flowed through him as he felt his pain and agony lessen by a degree.

Go Sora, you can do it! He said to himself as he stood and started walking. Ignoring the regular stab of hurt with every movement he made, he bore it with gritted teeth and continued with his trek to somewhere. Not even the magical appearance of a colorful stairway distracted his mind on the discomfort he felt as he struggled walking upwards. Still, he pushed through.

Upon reaching the top, it was the same as any other platform before but he couldn't give himself the time to examine it as he walked towards the light on the other side.

"The closer you get to the light, the bigger your shadow becomes," it said as he noticed his shadow stretching as he looked back. It encompassed more than half of the round floor as it slowly coalesced in the center. A sort of like a boiling and flowing sound echoed in the silence and Sora covered his nose as the scent was so repulsive! It reeked of something.

When it was fully merged and recognizable, he gaped at it in shock and had to instinctively step back. He was staring at himself, a darker version of himself to be exact that black hair, skin, and an arrogant smirk whilst wearing the same clothes he has. This thing, or the shadow of him, pulsed with power that he flaunted without moving much. Just with the slow waving of the tail and it standing there eyeing him with a predatory gaze was enough to show how capable it was. He recognized and understood much of the small smirk with one fang showing while looking lackadaisical. It was as if he was staring at a mirror of him because he did that when he and the others played hide and seek or any games and he knew that he was definitely winning. It attracted him yet revolted him at the same time looking at the dark mirror of himself and he didn't know why.

His shadows' clothing morphed to a dark tight fitting rubbery type of clothes with long knee-high boots indented with many lines that were colored red. This other him's smirk became wider and turned to a full-blown grin. The one he always remembers he himself used a mirror. The difference was that this was not a friendly one. It was a menacing type of grin as its fang glistened even in the dim setting. Raising his right hand, its hand glowed just like his earlier and came the one sword key he had chosen to leave behind.

It ran to him like an animal finding its prey and disappeared mid run only for him to be shocked as it appeared before him like the lightning and was already in the process of swinging his weapon. Sora with all his enhanced strength barely held him back and was being forced back with only sheer muscle power. The boy gritted his teeth as its strength proved too much for him and his pain on his back flared lessening his focus.

Sora knew a pointless fight when he saw one, so he drops his defenses, he let the attack of 'dark Sora' slide forward as he sidestepped followed by a quick slash to its sides but his blade was thwarted as his dark version just grinned when their weapons sparked in conflict.

He jumped back before he was overpowered and his opponent followed him with a diagonal upwards cut that he barely dodged by leaning back. This made him grimaced as the agony rose through the roof.

Ignoring it, he tried to focus on the battle but he was entranced by the sword up close, the dark weapon vibrated with steady power, like a beating heart. He didn't know how he knew that but the injured brunet focused back on counterattacking as he first backflipped away from his dark self. But he cursed as he wasn't given any reprieve. Its strikes were fast, deadly and accurate that he had trouble anticipating where the strikes would come from next.

He waited for his chance, just like he would with Riku. His heart sung with joy when he found one and the enemy overextended his stab and he sprung forward cutting him from his stomach to his left chest, sending him flying as he poured all the power he could muster for the moment. But he didn't expect his copy to land gracefully like a cat with an obvious annoyance and stumbling a little to his knees. Sora breathed heavily and watched helplessly as his enemy was only slightly injured while he used the weapon as a cane balanced himself when his knees buckled in fatigue. His joints burned and his skin drenched in sweat as it took most of his strength to faze him.

Wincing, Sora shakily stood back up once again with shaky knees and did a defensive stance.

When they met again, dark Sora's attacks were weaker and slower but with the same ferocity that left him scrambling to form any hard defenses against his superior attacks. With each strike, the boy could feel his grip on the sword key getting weaker and loosen.

Their deadly dance of death continued not for long as his opponent disarmed him with a single slash upwards that made him fall backward —making his back flared more in pain— and hearing his own weapon landing far away behind him.

His twin's fanged smirk and sword pointed at his throat were all he could see as he was laying on the floor with erratic breaths. His beaten down body lay down beneath his dark twin.

Is this the end? Sora thought with great trepidation but he didn't lose hope. Giving up was never in his vocabulary! He didn't move but his tail slowly wrapped itself against his enemy's feet and with a quick yank let him tumble backward and he rolled to the left and even with great inducing pain movement, he rolled back to his feet.

His twin was now snarling as he ran to strike him, Sora dodged one horizontal cut by ducking and immediately clawing his legs, then rotating followed with a kicked to his feet but the dark one jumped back and skidded a few meters away from him.

This was it, Sora knew he had nothing left anymore. He couldn't outlast his enemy and he could feel his remaining strength waning much as he wanted to keep fighting to the end. When dark Sora with all his hate-filled expression was about to strike him down, Sora did the same and ran towards his nemesis with all of his power equipped only with his claws as his last desperate weapon.

Fear, gripped him when he saw the menacing thorny eyed weapon about to kill him. So, he settled for closing his eyes.

What happened next was something Sora really couldn't explain. Not because he wouldn't but because he couldn't. It all really happened in a flash and when he opened his eyes, he was barely standing but that wasn't what surprised him at all. It was the fact that he held another weapon. The one he chose secondly.

The hybrid brunet boy fell to his knees as he glanced at his twin. He was looking at him too but with a wide eyed expression of disbelief. But it was one with great surprise as the clanging sound of the evil one's sword reverberated in the silence of the darkness. Immediately, he fell down as dark Sora slowly started to become wisps of darkness but he was still defiant and crawled towards Sora. Just one look at him and Sora knew what the other felt; fear. The dark-haired boy didn't want to be destroyed, he could tell that much at a single glance and he didn't care how. To Sora, it was with great struggle to walk to his dark twin. His walk became a craw halfway through.

He didn't know why but he couldn't hate the other Sora. Despite the fact that they just fought, or how the dark version of him tried to kill him, he couldn't be not there to comfort his dark twin as he too struggled to approach Sora.

They were inches away when Sora fell as his energy was already spent but he managed to reach the other boy just as his body was disappearing. Sora smiled at him. Don't worry, it'll be fine, he said as he held twin's his hands and used him as a clutch to pull himself forwards to hug the boy. Don't worry. I'm here. I'm here.

Just as the dark-haired Sora as about to disappear, he pushed Sora away and there on his face, was a smile. A pure smile. No words were needed to be said as they both understood each other at that moment. The boy mouthed something in return too as the last of him faded away. Thank you. And I'm sorry. The other said and that was the last thing he saw as darkness clouded his vision and his consciousness.

So, how was it? :)