Look at me when I'm talking to you. I have something to say, a story to tell, and not much time to say it. We'll get nowhere if with you're not even listening. Ok, here we go.
The story I'm about to tell happened several years ago, or maybe just today. Or maybe it will happen next week, or a hundred years from now. You don't know, and I'm not going to tell you. Just remember that the worlds on which this happened are not our own. Ahh, caught you there, didn't I? I said "worlds." Not "world," "worlds." Plural. With an 's.' That means there are more than one, and there is indeed what we would call "alien life" in the wide universe.
Well no shit, Sherlock. Of course there is. There are countless worlds out there – all you need do to see them is look up on a cloudless night when the stars are shining. Yup, that's them. All glittering and sparkling in the velvet black, to coin a rather cliched phrase. A million worlds, all waiting to be explored. Probably not by you, of course. Not in this day and age, and not when there are so many people braver, smarter, faster and generally more suited to the task than you. Not when you're still clinging to the idea that you and your people are the only sentient race out there. Hell, you still think you're the only human race in the universe, don't you?
You're wrong. There are other humans out there. Of course, they're stronger, faster, braver and smarter than your race, and generally better, but I digress. The point is that you're not alone, and those stars prove it. And don't get me started on the multi-verse, that wonderfully complicated, never-ending, interconnecting set of universes that overlaps and separates and has been forever and will be until the end of time. But again, that's a whole other story. On second thought, it really does make a whole lot of sense when you see where I'm going with this.
See, it's possible that sometimes people have counterparts in other worlds due to the overlapping of the multi-verse. That's what happened in this set of adventures: two worlds separated by the veils of time and space floated close enough to one another to touch and suddenly –BAM! A new adventure of parallels starts, totally out of the control of any being on either world. And I mean, really, what would you do? How could you stop it? Some people want to exploit it, some want to run away, some want to launch a preemptive strike before those mysterious, but obviously evil, strangers on the other world can attack first, and you're stuck in the middle of it all. If all you can think to do is try to survive, you're probably in the same mindset as the characters I'm about to introduce.
Now add in another teeny tiny factor: despite the fact that all these people are varying degrees of powerful and have already fought battles most people could never dream of, none of them is older than seventeen. Yeah, you heard me. They're just kids. Of course, there are some adults scattered around the place too, but a lot of them are evil, manipulative bastards with too much free time on their hands. (Has no one ever told these freaks to get a job? Oh yeah, almost forgot: this crap is their job.)
And so, with that fresh in your mind, I offer you the chance to turn back. You don't have to read this. Hell, you probably won't like it. I can't dazzle your mind and ensnare your senses; I can't weave a world in perfect prose to tell your mind's eye exactly what to paint on the blank canvas behind your eyes. I'm no professional story teller, and you, my friend, are reading fanfiction.
Yeah, I just burst your bubble: none of that trippy alien crap is actually real. You're about to read a fanfiction, and that means work that is certainly not on par with the original series or original fiction as a whole (Although I do tip my hat to fanauthors who actually know how to write properly, and don't think I'm not giving a one-finger salute to the many Sue-ridden crapfests of original fiction).
Fanfiction means a fan's interpretation, not the be all and end all of actual plot, continuation, or relationships. If you're here because you want to see exactly what would really happen, leave now: that's an impossible request as I am not involved in either series in any way. If you're here because you want to see hawt yaoi and horrifyingly overdone angst, get the hell out. Now.
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Ok, that should have weeded out the scary ones, which leaves just you and me. In that case, I'll end with one final request: if you're going to critique me, please remember that fanfiction is a hobby, not a career path. Of course I'm going to exercise my creative abilities and writing talent, but I'm not going to attack it with all the editing skills at my command and yes, there will be multiple mistakes. That said, I welcome constructive criticism and I promise not to snark your head off. I'm actually not too nasty, honest!
And finally (no really!), although they will be in some semblance of order, this is not a chapter-based epic, it's a collection of shorts and one-shots. If that's ok with you, I invite you to click the "next" button and see how screwed up my mind can really make Kingdom Hearts and Naruto Shippuden. (But if it's not ok, just leave. I won't be offended.)
Welcome to the Kingdom of Kunai.