Author's Notes: Ok, I tend to have cross-over story plots in my head that come abruptly and leave in the same manner. To keep up such a story, I've decided to write one of the world's greatest cross-overs. In the first "volume", you will notice similarities from the following things, but not necessarily direct references:

Kingdom Hearts
Kingdom Hearts II
Naruto (the manga)
Tsubasa Chronicle

I also give credit to the authors of such stories (or illustrators/plot writers). Without them, this story would be gone. Plus, as a disclaimer, I do not own the characters of such novels, animes, mangas or games. This part of the story takes place in the Naruto world after the time-skip, but it has no relevance to the story…like an OVA or something…XD

Also, my dear friends from school, you play parts in this as well, Kila being a major character from the beginning. I'm not that far in the progression of the plot yet so be patient. Oh, and I might have made slight moderations to your character, as I have done myself has made her hair about a 2 feet longer than it is. You can request this, but hurry. Lastly, small translations since I normally write with Japanese phrases mixed into my writing.

wakka-sama - translated as "m'lord" in all the translations I've seen.
-san - honorific suffix, used for people not close to you, or in formal situations.
-dono - honorific suffix, used for people you think highly of.
kanji - Japanese writing
uesama - emperor, ruler
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Chapter 1: Enter the Portal
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I'm going to retell this story. Or, at least as it happens to me. Think of this, as a diary of sorts. Or maybe a documentary. I don't know if we'll die or survive, live another day or die in our sleep. You'll understand who I am momentarily, but you-who-reads-this, formally publish it. It is a rather interesting thing, this life, and I expect you will enjoy it.

A young girl of Native-American heritage glanced around furtively. Her soft brown eyes were shifting behind gold-rimmed glasses. Her nearly black, waist-length, wavy brown hair pulled back in a tight braid. She stopped her gentle trot through the darkening forest and glanced back, her lithe, well-muscled shape silhouetted from a small sun spot she stood in.

"Where do we go now, wakka-sama?" Kila inquired, her voice wavering with the sheer adrenaline of the moment still rushing through her veins. She peered back into the darkness. Another figure moved far slower than Kila's swift trot. It appeared to be a young teen, probably 14 or 15. He wasn't extraordinarily tall, but he was not what one would consider short. He appeared scrawny, with no fat on his bones. He was, however, muscular, despite his skinny frame.

"I don't know, Kila-dono." The person she had asked replied in a defeated manner, his feet dragging as he pressed forward, his shoulder-length, strawberry-blonde, once silky hair over his face shielding his emerald eyes from view. He had made up his mind. His mistakes were tallying far too high. He had to leave.

"Then, why, wakka-sama, did we leave in the first place? Did you ever even think of what we will eat in this forest? Or what we will use to catch or forage food? It's not exactly like we can simply stroll into the nearest town with a wanted prince and request them to give us weapons and tools for free..." I ranted irritably, tossing my head so that a strand of my knee-length, deep chestnut brown would move back into place. It promptly fell back into my face. My sea-gray, black rimmed eyes narrowed. I repeated the action. It repeated its misconduct.

"GAAHH!" I yelled in frustration, scratching my head violently. Again the annoying strand of hair fell into place, but this time I paid no heed.
In the fluid speech of one, lone, mind;

"Oh..." Kila.

"...my..." Me.

"GOD." Akira.

Pause on the story for a second. Originally, because we, as royal body guards, are genetically enhanced, only Kila and I shared a mental link. One depressing day, Akira got stabbed (In a stupid fencing duel for honor. Not even PRACTICE swords for God's sake.) and needed a blood transfusion then and there. Being engineered so, Kila and I have a special blood that allows it to be mixed with that of any other blood type for emergencies such as thus. As an unknown side effect at that time, he was joined into our telepathy. He gained other powers as well, but they'll come in later.

The three of us gawked at the shimmering light. It was in a small patch of dying, red sunlight. It looked like some sort of portal. Upon laying eyes on it, you knew it was a portal. It looked like heat waves, off a stove in winter. But unlike it's warm counterpart, these waves did not show the trees behind it. It showed a city. It didn't actually look so much a city as it did a village or town. Overlooking the city was a cliff. Four faces, clearly some sort of leaders, were carved into the rock. A fifth was in the process of being engraved into the dirt colored stone.

Two common symbols clearly marked buildings of importance. One I knew for the Japanese kanji of "fire". The other, I had never seen. I inferred it to be a kanji character, like the other, but as to what it meant I was clueless.

"An excellent escape, if we could find a way to turn it off once we crossed through..." Akira murmured. Half to himself, half to us. Not that he needed to talk. I had already processed and dismissed that thought as folly.

"Wakka-sama, we have no clue where that leads." Kila started.

"It could lead right into our dear uesama's dungeon for all we know." I finished, glancing about. Something seemed off. It was as if we were compelled to go into that spawn of a mighty conflagration.

A sound reached my ears. The sound of baying hounds on the scent, as well as the very hushed sounds of shouts.

"Akira-sama." Kila and I warned at the same time. In a sudden rush, I realized I could not access his thoughts. He was planning. And he didn't want us to know what he was thinking. NOT a good sign.

Abruptly, he lurched forward. Had it not been a danger to him, I would have rushed forward. My superhuman speed would have enabled me to catch the young prince. Genetic engineering made my body lithe and well muscled, like Kila. But it was a danger. His body could not adjust to the speeds at which I could move, so that even if I reached out and jerked him back, he risked internal bleeding.

All I could do was watch in utter horror as the heat wave-like portal enveloped his body. As one, Kila and I followed. It was only natural. Where he went, we went. Simple as that. The last thing I remember was a gentle heat and the world spinning in a mixing rush of colors.