Darkness :Ah...don't you just love a new story? Ha I'm back with something new and different. I know the start is slow but stick with it. It does get much better. This is what would happen if Keyblades were in our world. Read and review! :p

A young man , aged around nineteen , flipped in the air, bringing up his odd key weapon to block another weapon, which also resembled a key. Two figures, locked in a deadlock. each trying to force the other away.
"You're not fit to be its master." The figure dressed in a black, leather cloak mocked the other. The youth, with odd silver hair that trailed down his back growled and forced the other back. They were fighting in what looked like a dark city. But the sky was full of light, stars were falling from the sky.
"You'll have to do a lot better than that to beat me Riku!"

Somewhere else , a youth of about fifteen stirred in his sleep and shot up as if to reach out for a weapon. When he came to his senses he stared at his hand and sighed, he then ran a hand through his medium length messy brown hair.
"That guy...why does he seem familar...?" he thought questioningly, "Then again, who has silver hair and can fight like that?" he then laughed lightly. He turned to his right and looked at his clock. It read six thirty. He sighed and decided to get up.

As he walked to school he waited for a phone call from someone. He shuffled his hand around inside his pocket and brought out his phone and checked the time. He had sighed as the wind played with his hair making it even messier than it was earlier. He walked slowly towards his school, his black DC skate shoes scuffed up and worn in made a hollow noise as he walked down the street. His black trousers hung onto him because of a black belt with white skulls that trailed around the material. A small chian trailed into his left pocket which was attached to a small brown leather wallet. His marron coloured jumper hung to him as he walked up the hill, the collar of his white polo shirt just poking out with the top button undone. He trudged up the hill, alone and cold. He was still half asleep. He stopped for a moment and looked across the road. It was a nice area. Trees on both sides of the road that gave shade in the summer. But today it was a damp, cold and miserable day and looked like it might rain any second. Just the way he liked it. He suddenly felt a vibration in his pocket and picked up his phone and looked at the screen " Ben" it said in blue letters.

"You took your time..." he said into the phone.
"Oh shut up Will...you sound like you need some caffine."
"Dont I always?" Will laughed quietly before carrying on, "ugh maths first thing..."
"Yeah...did you do the coursework?" Will stopped dead and went paler than usual.
"Its due in today!?" he nearly shouted into the phone.
"Yeah but no ones done it, we've had too much work...hes gonna go mental isnt he?" Ben asked.
"Yup without a doubt...ah well I'll see you in school, see you Benny boy!" Will loved using his little nickname.

On the other side of the phone a young man, around the same age as Will was about to shout an insult to Will for using a nickname but sighed when he realised he had already hung up on him. His long black hair swung around in the wind. He wore the same uniform as Will except he had a trench coat on , protecting him from the cold. He sighed once more and carried on walking towards the school. Yawning as he did , from lack of sleep the night before. He looked to his left down a small alley, he blinked and there was nothing there. But in the back of his mind he could have sworn he saw the shadow move and yellow eyes staring at him from the corner of his eye. Maybe he was the one who needed caffine. He passed it off as a trick of the mind and carried on to his school.

Will sat in form with Ben watching the clock tick every second away, waiting for first lesson to start.
"I hate Mondays..." Will muttered. At that moment a girl around Will and Ben's age walked in. She had the same jumper and poloshirt as them but wore a skirt instead. She carried a art folder in one hand and her main school bag on her back. She had red and black hair.
"Morning Morgs." Ben greeted.
"Morn..." before Will had a chance to finish his sentence,Morgan had thrown her bag into his face.
" WHAT DID I DO THIS TIME!?" Will shouted angrily.
"Nothing." Morgan answered.
"What?..." Will asked.
"I just felt like it." Ben was laughing whilst Will tired to figure out why he had been hit by Morgs. Will sighed.
"I'll never understand her..."
"What was that?" Morgs asked
"Nothing..." Will laughed quietly. Will looked around their form, wondering where their other friends were.
"Must be something going around..." he thought.

A little later, during break, after they had their first two lessons of the day, Ben was thinking back to the night before. He had woken up from a dream. He had dremt he had been on something called "the station of awakening" and had been given some odd weapon shaped like a key. He laughed, how could something like that be real? He sighed and put his hands into his pockets. He felt his hand connect with something and pulled it out. It was a keychain, shaped like a black crown.
"No way..." Ben heard footsteps behind and quickly stuffed the keychain back in his pocket. Ben turned around at the same time to come face to face with WIll.
" Whoah steady on, dont want to kill me do you?...Do you?" Will looked at him.
"You okay? You look paler than me...ah dont worry, summer holidays next week!" with that Will laughed and walked off towards the language department.

After school Will had walked stright home. He would usualy stay and talk to people who had stayed in school for what ever reason. But today he had decided to walk home without talking to anyone. The second he got home he walked in, closed the front door and sat down on a black sofa and put his head back, closing his eyes as he did. The last thing he felt was the feeling of falling into nothing.

The next time he opend his eyes was when he felt his feet land on something solid. As he opened his eyes, hundreds of doves flew up into the air revelaing a murial below him. On the murial was a picture of him holding a strange, silver blade shaped like a key, with a lions head attached to chain. Above the pciture were smaller circles with some of his close friends, but before he could get a chance to look something had knocked him to floor. He quickly scrambled to his feet and turned around. A small black like creature with buring yellow eyes stood before him. Will looked at the thing in confusion. It began running towards him. Will put his hands out infront of him to protect himself. Only to feel a weight in the right hand.
"Use the blade...use Sleeping Lion." Whistled through his head. He opened his eyes, it was the blade from the picture. The black thing had jumped, instantly Will swung the blade into the creature. It turned into a black mist and a pink heart floated away . Will watched in wonder as the heart floated into the sky.

Across the road stood a tall figure with long blonde hair, watching Will's house.
"So, they have been selected. Its about to begin."

The keys have been selected.

The doors are about to open.

The sides have been drawn.

The war is about to start.

Like I said, slow start but things will pick up.