Disclaimer: Hello all you fan fiction writers out there. It's me again. Haven't heard much from me in about a month now, have you? Well, that's 'cause I've been doing a lot of thinking for what I'm going to do for fan fiction. That and the fact my computer's been having some problems. Nonetheless, I've had an idea for a Kingdom Hearts parody for quite a while, I just couldn't decide which cartoons I wanted to use the most or how to format it properly. Now I'm ready and have finally decided. Sora, Riku, Kairi, Ansem and the Final Fantasy characters will reprise their roles. I don't own any cartoon I put into this parody. They are owned by Disney, Warner Bros, Cartoon Network, 20th century Fox, Nickelodeon, and their respective animation companies. So without further ado, Kingdom Hearts: Cartoon Adventures
Prologue: The Awakening
For centuries mankind has wondered if there are other worlds out there besides our own and if it was possible to get to them and see what's out there. Very few people know to this day if the outside world can be explored. Only those brave enough to venture into the unknown can solve its mysteries. For a young 14-year-old boy he's about to find out those mysteries. He has spiky brown hair with blue eyes, and wears a black/gray colored coat with a hood over a red jumpsuit, a blue belt on his waist, gray gloves with his fingers sticking out, a necklace with a crown on it around his neck, and big yellow shoes. When he opened his eyes, it looked like he was falling through water as he looked up.
"I've been having these weird thoughts lately," he whispered to himself, "like is any of this for real or not?"
The boy wakes up and sees himself on a sandy beach of the Destiny Islands. A beach with palm trees, a small water fall, wooden docks and a shed. He looks out in the distance while protecting his eyes from the sun, and saw his friend, standing in the water. He had silver hair, and wore a sleeveless yellow shirt, blue jeans, plus gloves and shoes that were both black and blue. The waves looked big as the boy steps back a bit nervous. As a tidal wave comes in as the boy looks a bit worried, but his friend just turns and sticks out his hand for him to grab. The boy runs towards him, but the tidal wave hits them both and he spins through the water. His friend was still holding out his hand, but the boy couldn't reach as the waves pulled him back. He came to the surface and gasped for air. It was now sunset and he turned to see his other friend, waving at him from the beach. He smiles and waves as well as he ran up to her. She had blue eyes as well, plus red hair, and wore a white tank top with a pink skirt over shorts, white shoes and a blue belt on her waist. She giggled as the boy tried to catch his breath and smiled at her. Then the girl looked to the sky to see someone falling as a meteor shower also fell. When the boy turned, both of them were shocked to see it was he falling while unconscious. The boy then fell backwards as the girl looked down and watched him fall back into the water. He floated down until he landed safely on the ground. He stepped forward, only for a light to trigger on the ground and the blackness turned into birds that flew away. He put his hands down from his eyes and watched the birds fly away. He looked down to see a glass platform with a picture of a girl in a racecar. The car itself was pink and yellow with a number five on the back with it's front looking like a woman's face. There top was down and there was a little umbrella to keep the girl shaded. The girl wore pink racing clothes and had blonde hair.
"So much to do, so little time…" called a mysterious voice.
The boy looked around to see what that voice was, but didn't see anyone. He thought being in this dark place was creepy and the voice made things a little spooky. It was like a spirit or some other force was speaking to him. What was this place? What was he doing here? Who is that voice? So many questions ran through the young boys mind.
"Take your time, don't be afraid," the voice continued, "The door is still shut. Now, step forward. Can you do it?"
The boy wondered about this situation, unsure if he could trust this voice and take its words for granted. He breathed slowly and stepped forward towards the light coming down from above. The boy looked up at the light as he came towards the middle of the platform. Suddenly three trapezoid pedestals came out of the ground. The boy looked left, then right, then forward again as each pedestal appeared and revealed a weapon on each one. One had a sword, one had a staff, and one had a red shield.
"If you give it form…it will give you strength. Choose well," the voice said.
The boy scratched his head with confusion. The voice wanted him to choose a weapon, but it didn't say why. The boy wondered if this was a test to see how good he can fight with a weapon. He smirked knowing he had been practicing a lot with sparing, but felt unsure about the whole situation before him still. After looking at each weapon carefully, he walked over to the pedestal with the sword, jumped on, and put the weapon in his hands. The sword had a black handle with gold yellow tips holding the blade. A symbol on the sword was a silhouette of what looked like a face with rabbit ears.
"The power of the warrior. Invincible courage. A sword of terrible destruction," the voice explained, "Is this the power you seek?"
The boy looked over the sword with a bit of intrigue. Power of a warrior in his hands, courage that couldn't be beat, and yet, the last part about terrible destruction he didn't like. Power should be used responsibly, not to cause mayhem. After thinking for a good minute, the boy thought the good outweighed the bad in choosing, and nodded slowly thinking, "Yes."
"Your path is set," the voice said. The sword disappeared from the boy's hand startling him a bit.
"Now, what will you give up in exchange?" the voice asked.
The boy felt disappointed knowing he couldn't take each weapon with him, but what was with this "Earn something, but give up something in return" bit? Wanting to continue anyway, the boy looked back and forth between the staff and shield. The staff was had a handle like a piton that you see in marching bands, and the top was blue with the same shape of a face with rabbit ears. The shield was metal and the front was black with a red stripe surrounding it with a red symbol of the same face with rabbit ears. The boy wondered what the symbol meant. After careful consideration, he walked over to the pedestal with the shield, and took it in his hands.
"The power of the guardian. Kindness to aid friends. A shield to repel all," the voice explained, "You give up this power?"
The boy didn't like the sound of giving up kindness to aid friends. If there's one thing he liked more than anything, it's his friends. Seeing as how he already chose the sword, he knew had to either give up either this or the staff. He felt he'd rather want to be a warrior than a guardian, so he nodded his with a thought of, "Yes."
The shield disappeared from his hands.
"You have chosen the power of the warrior. You have given up the power of the guardian. Is this the form you choose?" the voice asked.
The boy wasn't exactly sure who this voice was or why it wanted him to do this. Choosing weapons with gaining one thing, but giving up another, just by what the weapon does. More and more questions ran through the boy's head as he looked up at the darkness of his surroundings. He thought about the question the voice asked him for a while and whether or not he should continue. Then he got a smile of confidence and nodded with a thought of, "Yes."
As soon as he said that, the pedestals fell over and the platform vibrated until it shattered like glass causing the boy to fall. The boy kept falling into the dark void wondering where it would take him next. He continued freefalling in darkness until he floated so he could land on his feet. He found himself on another platform. This one had a picture of a woman posing like a super heroine. The woman had black hair, blue eyes and wore a gold crown, which had a star in the middle, on her forehead. Her earrings were silver stars. She had wristbands reaching to the middle of her lower arms and her suit. The suit, which looked like armor, was red on top and blue with white stars on the bottom like it was a symbol of America. Her arms, shoulders and legs otherwise were uncovered. There was a gold W shape across her suit, the top area to be precise, and her boots were red. The sword that the boy picked earlier appeared in his hand out of nowhere, surprising him.
"You have gained the power to fight," the voice said.
The boy swung the sword a little bit to get a feel for it in his hand. He then gave it a good thrust and a couple of swings like a bit of practice.
"Alright! You've got it," the voice said, "Use this power to protect yourself and others."
Protect him and others from what? The boy was curious. A small black spot appeared on the platform. The boy bent down a bit to get a closer look. The spot then did the impossible; it appeared out of the ground and morphed into an insect looking creature with glowing, yellow eyes. Shadow creatures appeared from the ground. The boy backed up a bit, not wanting to get near these creatures.
"There will be times you have to fight," the voice rang out, "Keep your light burning strong."
The boy's eyes widened at the thought. He doesn't even know what these things are, and this voice of someone he cannot see wants him to fight them? That's crazy!
The five creatures all surrounded the boy not giving him a chance to escape. One creature leaned back and jumped up in the air pouncing on the boy, who had no time to react and got knocked to the ground. The creature lifted its claws and brought them down to scratch the boy. He jerked his head left, then right, then left again to avoid being scratched. He gave the creature a good left punch to the face to knock it off of him, so he could get back up. The other creatures all crept towards him and all jumped one at a time to scratch the boy. The boy was ready this time and jumped, ducked and dodged the first three attempts, and gave a left hook to the fourth one knocking it down. The boy smiled feeling good that he was fighting off these creatures, but it was short lived. The creatures all morphed into the ground giving the boy a perplexed look on his face. The all traveled through the ground like shadows. The boy tried to step on them, but it didn't do any harm. This must be a defense that these creatures use. They all morphed back up above ground and gave the boy five scratches at once, causing him to scream in pain.
The boy clutched himself and winced in pain of about ten claws digging into his skin like needles. He looked at his skin to see several scratches. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists in anger that these creatures did him harm. The boy remembered the sword in his hands and figured punching wasn't enough to get rid of them. He'd have to defend himself with the weapon like the voice said. The boy gave a hard slash to one of the shadows slicing off parts of its skin like it was paper. The boy gave another slash stabbing it in the chest making the creature screech. One horizontal slash from there, and the creature disappeared from sight. The creatures went back into the ground and disappeared making the boy feel triumphant that they had taken a hint and left.
The boy saw green balls on the ground that the shadow dropped when he eliminated it. When he picked them up, he felt a sparkling aura around him healing both inside and out. The boy looked where the creatures scratched him and to his surprise, the scratches were gone. He felt happy to be better, bit it was short lived, as he was unaware that one of the shadows morphed into the ground, sneaking up behind him and morphing solid again to attack.
"Behind you!" the voice called out.
The boy quickly turned around and saw the four remaining shadows wanting to fight him again. He went into a fighting stance with his sword ready for battle. A shadow jumped right at the boy bringing down its claw. The boy put the sword up to block the claw from scratching him, and the claw clashed with his sword. The boy saw another shadow sneaking behind him with its morphing trick. While still in a blade lock with the other shadows claw, he turned around to knock the shadow behind him with a back kick. The boy let go of the lock and swung his sword to strike, but the shadow he aimed for leaped away.
Another shadow head-butted the boy in the stomach while he wasn't looking, knocking him to the ground. The boy saw the last shadow bring down its claw to scratch his face, but he quickly rolled away and got back to his feet. The boy clashed with one shadows claws and then kicked it in the gut. While the shadow was on the ground, the boy stuck the sword right in its chest and it turned to dust. The boy knew he still had three other shadows to deal with. Seeing them three in a row next to each other, the boy saw an opportunity for a combo. He brought his sword down on one eliminating it, stuck the sword in the face of the shadow to his left destroying that one as well, and then gave a hard slash to the right to get rid of the last shadow.
What happened next surprised the boy as it melted into the platform itself turning the whole platform black. The dark void covered up the platform and the boy felt himself being pulled in like someone grabbed his leg and kept tugging on it. The boy tried as hard as he could to get himself out, but he kept getting sunk in like he was trapped in quick sand until his whole body finally got pulled in. The boy shook his arms and legs around wildly still thinking he was trapped. When he opened his eyes, he stopped and looked to see he was on yet another platform with hearts on it and shaded in pink, white, and red.
The boy got up and noticed a door in the middle of the platform. He walked over to the door to examine it. Once he got close, he saw that the door wasn't solid. It was faded like a hologram or some other kind of image caused by light.
The boy crossed his arms and thought, "I can't seem to open it. If I put my hands on the door handles, they'll just go right through them."
The boy looked behind him and saw a treasure chest. Thinking there might be something inside the chest, he waked over and opened it up by tapping it with his sword. As soon as it opened, it disappeared leaving the boy to wonder what happened to it. All of a sudden, a large wooden crate appeared behind him.
"Show me how strong you are," the voice said.
How strong he was? The boy assumed it was another test the voice wanted to put in front of him. This was getting stranger and stranger to the boy. What did the voice want him to prove out of all this? Deciding to go along with this, he put his hands against the crate and pushed it around the platform for a bit. Wondering if something was inside, the boy took out his sword and gave a few swings to smash it open. A little box fell on the ground and the boy picked up to open it. He found a small bottle with a green liquid inside. The label on the bottle said "Potion. Drink this if you get hurt". Thinking it might come in handy; he put it in his pocket for later.
The exterior of the door became solid, but the test wasn't over yet. A barrel then appeared out of nowhere. The boy thought he could show how strong he was by lifting the barrel over his head. He did so, and even walked around with it for a bit before dropping it behind him like he was pressing weights. This time, the door became fully solid. The boy smiled knowing that now he can open it. He grabbed the handles and pulled as hard as he could. He heard a creak and that meant he was succeeding. But the door started opening itself, and the boy let go of the handles and stepped back a bit. The door shined a light so bright that the boy had to shield his eyes. The light dimmed just enough for him to put his hands down. He walked forward curious of what was behind the door. It could be a way out. The light shined again, and once it dimmed, the boy was now on top of a wooden roof on the island from earlier. Three of his friends were there just hanging out. The boy smiled thinking he was home.
"Hold on. The door won't open just yet. First, tell me more about yourself," the voice told him.
Hearing the voice made the boy frown a bit. Looks like the voice still hadn't seen all he wanted out of him. The boy was starting to get weary if he can still trust it. Telling someone about yourself isn't exactly easy to someone you never met before, much less someone you can't even see. Maybe talking to the other kids would take his mind off of things. He walked over to the first boy, who had blond hair and wore a yellow shirt, gray pants, and sandals. Before the spiky haired boy could say anything, the blonde boy spoke saying something that came out of nowhere.
"What are you afraid of?" asked the blond boy.
Afraid of? Why would the blonde boy ask something like that? The spiky haired boy wondered if this was a trick. Maybe this was the mysterious voices way of getting to know him better. The voice must've figured that since he might not trust it, the boy would feel better talking to his friends instead. The spiky haired boy thought a bit. What was he afraid of? When you're a kid, there are always a couple of things to be weary about when you grow up. There was getting old, being different, being indecisive among other things. Out of those three, the spiky haired boy thought the first one was what he feared the most.
"Getting old," he responded.
"Is getting old really that scary?" the blond boy asked.
The spiky haired boy scratched his head, puzzled at this whole set of circumstances. He shrugged his shoulders deciding maybe it's best not to think about it. He then walked over to the Jamaican looking boy. He wore a yellow shirt and pants, a blue headband on his forehead, and spike like hair.
"What do you want out of life?" he asked in his Jamaican accent.
The spiky haired boy was, again, wondering where these questions were coming from. His friends never asked him these kinds of questions before, but then again, there wasn't a bodiless voice putting him through a series of tests before. The spiky haired boy thought about this question, a little harder since it was tougher. Did he want to see rare sights? Or perhaps broaden his horizons. Of course, being strong is something else he wanted.
Since the spiky haired boy had a big sense for adventure he answered, "To see rare sights."
"To see rare sights, huh?" the Jamaican boy asked.
The spiky haired boy nodded slowly still unsure about all this. His friends asking him all these questions. The boy thought they would know him a little better than that. The voices tests were starting to get on the boy's nerves a little. How much longer was this going to take? Wanting to get this over with, he walked over to the girl. She had brown hair, and wore brown shoes and a yellow dress.
"What's most important to you?" she asked.
Now this one was the hardest question since there were a lot of things that were important to him. He always did his best and thrived for success, so being number one was important to him. Then again, he had a lot of friends like these three, as well as the silver haired boy and the red haired girl. His prized possessions were also important, seeing as how he's grown to them over the years, especially if someone important in his life gave them to him.
Knowing his friends would give his full support to succeed the boy answered, "Being number one."
"Is being number one such a big deal?" the girl asked. The boy quirked his eyebrow at her question, since to some people it is a big deal. Being number one usually meant you were the best.
"You're afraid of getting old. You want to see rare sights. You want to be number one," the voice reiterated, "Your adventure begins at dawn. As long as the sun is shining, your journey should be a pleasant one."
"Sounds good to me," the boy said with a smile.
"The day you will open the door is both far off and very near," the voice said.
What was this door? He mentioned it more than once already, and the boy wondered what kind of door was so important. Before he could think about it further, a bright flash happened and when it died down, the boy appeared on another platform, this time with a picture of a red haired woman. She had blue eyes and wore a purple sweater with a yellow sweatshirt over it, jeans, and red boots. Behind her was a man in a red and blue suit with a symbol of a spider on his chest. The boy stepped towards the light in the middle to see what this platform had for him. The whole situation was starting to sink in a little bit, but he was still left without explanation. All of a sudden shadows appeared once more. The boy immediately let his sword materialize in his hand and got ready to fight one more time. He didn't know what these shadows were, but he knew they were dangerous.
Nine shadows surrounded him in a circle ready to pounce at any given moment. When one did, the boy did a somersault out of the way and turned around with a swing of his sword to clash with its claw. Two shadows came close to the boy. When they did, he jumped and landed by putting one foot on each of the creatures' heads. He then stabbed the sword right threw the shadow in front of him eliminating it, and using his momentum, jumped off the other two shadows' heads and did a handstand keeping a tight grip on the handle as the sword was in the ground. The boy then turned around towards the shadows and spun down to give a spin kick to both of them, knocking them into other shadows.
When he put himself to his feet, he saw five of them all got up and were in a row looking vertical to the boy's point of view. The boy smirked and put the sword up to a throwing position and threw it like a dart. The sword went threw each shadow one by one, destroying them upon impact. The boy, who ran as soon as he threw the dart, caught the sword in his hands like he was catching a football. He held the sword up high with a smile, until another shadow kicked him right in the back, sending him sliding across the floor. He got to up to one knee, shaking his head because he was a bit dazed. He still had three more shadows to deal with. The boy turned his head to see them sneak up with their little shadow trick, but he had one more trick up his sleeve. As soon as the three shadows got close, the boy spun around with his sword sticking out and slashed all three shadows cutting them to pieces.
The boy noticed a circle on the ground in the middle of the platform. He walked over to it and when he got in the middle of it, he saw a beam of light moving to the end of the platform. Out of nowhere, stairs that were painted like mural colored windows formed and went upwards to one more platform. The boy hoped this whole event was almost over. He bravely walked up the stairs. The platform had a portrait of a young anthropomorphic girl chipmunk. She had brownish hair wrapped in a ponytail and wore a pink dress with a skirt and a darker pink sash around her waist. She also had a yellow scarf on her neck and her legs had blue stockings, yellow socks, and brown shoes. The boy saw another beam coming down from the sky and got closer to it as it shined down.
"The closer you get to the light, the greater your shadow becomes," said the voice.
The voices words couldn't be truer, as the boy noticed his shadow got taller and longer as he stepped further into the beam of light. But then, the unimaginable happened again. The shadow rose from the ground and became solid much like the creatures the boy had fought throughout this whole venture. The boy took a step back and stared at what was happening with his mouth dropped in fear. The shadow got bigger, larger, ten times the boy's size. A giant dark creature came to the ground. It had glowing yellow eyes, stringy, wavy spaghetti like hair, and had a heart shape cut out of its chest. The boy backed away nervously at the mere sight of this monster like creature.
"But don't be afraid. And don't forget…" the voice said.
Don't be afraid? The boy was so afraid, he ran away from the creature. Unfortunately, there was nowhere for him to run but around the platform. When the boy got towards the edge, he almost fell off, but he regained his balance and turned around. He was trapped like a rat. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, all he could do was stand his ground. This thing, known as Darkside, was probably the same as the shadow creatures he fought earlier. The boy readied his sword knowing that if this creature is anything like the shadows, it'll attempt to do him harm.
Darkside slowly moved towards the boy. The boy had to be prepared if it was going to defeat this gigantic monstrosity. Darkside lifted its hand up and bent down a bit getting closer to the ground. Its hand had a glowing circle form in it for a few seconds. It then picked its hand up above its head and slammed it right into the ground causing the whole platform to shake. The boy lost his balance and fell down landing hard on his rear. A dark pool of darkness swirled around where its fist was and the same shadow creatures came out of it, about three to be exact.
The boy had to get rid of these quick if he wanted to put his focus back on Darkside. The shadows all put their focus on the boy and one jumped up ready to pounce. Thinking quickly, the boy threw the sword right at the shadow piercing it in the face. The boy jumped up, grabbed the sword pushed his legs against the shadow, and back-flipped off it taking the sword out. As he came down, he brought his sword down and cut the shadow in half making it vanish for good. The second shadow tried to scratch the boy, but the boy spun away and gave a sweep kick to the shadow, knocking it on it's back. The third shadow leaped from behind, and the boy jerked his body to the left. When the shadow came down, the boy swung the sword right at it, slashing the shadow down right on top of the second shadow. The boy had them right where he wanted them and gave the sword a good sweep like a golf club turning the shadows into nothingness.
Now the boy had to concentrate again on Darkside. Darkside got down on its knees and stuck out its chest exposing the heart shape. The boy wondered what its next move would be, and he got his answer when the heart started to glow and it shot an energy beam right out of it. The boy saw it come straight at him and he quickly jumped away to avoid it. Another energy beam shot out, and the boy noticed these beams had some sort of homing effect on him as it came right to wherever he was. He swung his sword to knock the beam away like a he hit a baseball out of a park. Then three beams shot out. This time, the boy hid behind Darkside's left hand. Then a breakthrough came, the beams all hit Darkside's hand causing it to clutch the hand and scream in pain. The boy raised an eyebrow at this at first, but then had a big grin on his face, as he knew what to attack, its hands.
He ran around behind Darkside and slashed the other hand causing dark skin to peel off as the sword did the damage. The boy slashed at the hand again, and again, and again. Darkside brought its hands up to prevent the boy from slashing them again. It threw a punch at the boy, but he quickly rolled away. It threw another punch at the boy, and this time the boy spun to avoid being hit. It tried to swat the boy, but he jumped on the creatures arm and when it tried to swat him again, he swung his sword and slashed the palm of the hand causing more pain to the dark being. The boy jumped off the arm with a smile on his face thinking he had it in the bag.
Darkside wouldn't stand for this and it tired to swat both hands together in a clap to try and squash the boy. The boy had to think fast to get out of this one. He quickly jumped as high as he could in the air as Darkside made an ear shattering clapping noise upon colliding its hands together. The boy landed right on top of the closed hands and ran up the arms to give a good hard horizontal slash right to Darkside's face. The monster swung itself violently causing the boy to lose his balance and fall hard on the ground giving a hard thud when he landed on his back. The boy winced and rolled over a bit putting his free hand on his back feeling the pain.
The boy managed to get up on one knee and panted hard, as he was starting get exhausted from fighting. He had to find a way to work smart, not hard. Darkside held its hand out again collecting energy into a glowing ball. Once again, it raised its first over its head and slammed it to the ground causing a dark pool to form. The boy saw this as an opening as it wasn't moving and had its hand wide open to slash at. The boy charged right at the hand and slashed at it with a few swings. Shadows began to form out of the vortex in the ground like last time, and the boy punched one and kicked another one away so he could continue slashing. One shadow swatted the boy in the face making him stumble back a few steps. The boy felt these shadows were doing nothing but distracting him, so wasting no time, he slashed at one shadow vertically and stuck the sword right in its face to finish it off. Then he gave a swing to the other two making them disappear from sight.
Sweat poured down the boys face and he took a second to wipe his forehead. He looked back up at Darkside, who once again was in the kneeled down position with its chest sticking out ready to shoot energy beams. The boy thought for a minute if he should dodge them or stand his ground and deflect them. He chose the latter and stood his ground as three beams shot out of Darkside's chest. The boy deflected the beams away. The boy then remembered something; Darkside was in pain when he slashed his face. He knew the perfect way to fight smart, not hard. Three beams were shot at the boy and he quickly spun his sword to deflect the beams back at him sending them straight to its face.
The boy pumped his fist in the air as the monster was once again in pain, but then, five beams shot out of the monsters chest making the boy a bit shocked. He swung his sword quickly to deflect three of them, but the other two hit him dead on causing him to scream. They hurt so badly that the boy was once again on his knees panting hard. Just when he thinks he has the battle won, Darkside keeps forcing him to rethink his strategy.
Darkside put its hand down right on the boy, placing him right on this stomach. The boy was now stuck and couldn't get up. He tried to push himself out of this predicament, but try as he squirmed, squeezed and pushed, he couldn't break free. Darkside pushed harder down on him. The boy felt every muscle and bone in his body was going to be squashed like a bug. He could hardly breath as the pushing down continued, feeling he could suffocate at any moment.
The boy opened his eyes and noticed he had let go of his sword, and it was right in front of him. He went over to grab it, but the sword was just out of his reach. He kept trying to reach for it, for even if a tip of his finger touched it; he had a chance to bring it closer to him. Tears started streaming down the boy's face from the excruciating pain his body felt. He lifted his right hand up, and got his fingers on the handle, and pushed it towards him. He now had it in his hands and stuck the blade part right in the hand causing it to let go.
With Darkside thriving in pain for the time being, the boy took this moment to catch his breath. He's never been in a fight like this before, and it was starting to take a toll on his body, slowing down his recovery rate and slowing down his stamina. He used all the strength he could to get to his feet and used the sword to hold himself up. He managed to get to one knee, and used every ounce left he had in him to weakly stand up. The boy shot a glare at Darkside trying to find out a quicker and easier way to defeat this creature. He remembered the potion he had put in his pocket earlier, and took out knowing it would heal him and help him stay on his feet. After the battle he's been through, he needed it. He pulled the bottle out of his pocket, took the top of and drank it all down, taking small sips to not rush himself. He put he bottle down once he was finished. He got a good amount of his strength back, and felt he had a second wind.
Darkside raised its right hand high up in the air ready to bring the finishing blow. The boy had to think of a finishing blow of his own if the battle was finally going to end with him victorious. Darkside brought the hand down about to squish the boy, but the boy front flipped up away from the hand and landed on its arm. The boy shot a look at the other hand, unprotected. He squatted down on his legs and lunged himself forward. It looked like he was gliding through the air as he was going so fast. He put his hands out, caught the other arm, and swung on top of it like a gymnast. The boy then spun his sword around his head like a helicopter and stuck the sharp point down delivering a blow that went right through the hand. That was that.
The boy jumped back, and felt good that he was able to finish the battle. He had no time to celebrate though, as the sword disappeared from his hand. He looked back up in surprise and jumped out of the way as Darkside brought its hands down on the ground defeated. The boy fell down and sat on the platform to afraid to move. A dark circle appeared under him and surrounded him. The mysterious voice rang out again.
"But don't be afraid," it said.
The darkness started to engulf the boy. It wrapped around his legs.
"You hold the mightiest weapon of all," the voice spoke.
The boy tried his hardest to crawl away from the black circle and Darkside, who was looking down at him this entire time, from taking him in. He pulled his hardest, but the darkness holding down his legs prevented him from going anywhere. He stuck his hand out, but it got stuck in the dark circle as well.
"So don't forget" the voice continued.
The boy looked up one last time as a frightened look came across his face. The darkness covered him completely. He felt he couldn't move, couldn't breath, everything around him was dark, he could feel nothing, see nothing, hear nothing.
Nothing except the mysterious voice one last time, "You are the one who will open the door."
Wow! What a chapter! And this is just the prologue! If you can't tell this story is going to be something special, well, I don't know what to tell you. I wanted to make sure this story was not just another Kingdom Hearts parody, but one on the caliber of the ones done by my friends JusSonic and Key19, who wrote Kingdom Nicktoons and Kingdom Hearts: The Nintendo Version respectively. I hope you readers enjoyed it. The next chapter will take us to the Destiny Islands, and in case you couldn't tell by the bunny rabbit symbols, I'll be having some very loony characters introduced as well. I'll be back soon with another chapter of fan fiction goodness. I also have a new chapter in the works for my Sailor Moon/KH crossover "A Silver Key Millennium" and if you haven't had the chance to see my Kim Possible story yet, check it out. I hope to have a chapter up for that soon, too. So, from me, to all of you, thanks a lot for reading, and I'll see you next time.