Hey everybody! This is my own personal Kingdom Hearts II fanfic. I recommend that you beat the first and second game before reading, so as not to confuse anyone. You don't necessarily have to beat "Chain of Memories". I didn't. I just found the info I needed on the web. But, you definitely should beat KH I and II. This story takes place during the second game and also flash backs from when the main character was young. I do not own any characters from the game or Disney movies. I only own Raene, the main character. Her name is pronounced like 'Rain'. Anyhow, I made minor changes to the story plot of Kingdom Hearts I and II, but I made up a plot that should make since. Ok, on with the story. Enjoy! D

Two sisters sat on the queen size bed in the corner of the room, holding each other in their arms. The storm outside scared them; the tropical, stormy weather was nothing like the cool, windy, clear-skied weather of their hometown. The twins had only arrived there earlier that day and were now staying in one of the many guestrooms in the governor's mansion. Lightning bolts and roars of thunder surrounded them. The younger twin had awaken the first time the storm sounded and had run over to her older sister's bed, which was on the wall away from the window.

"I don't like the storm outside, sis," the younger one whined. Usually she was braver then her older sister, but loud sounds had always started to scare her…ever since one night about a year ago when she awoke to loud crashes coming from downstairs. That night she and her sister lost their father, their last living family member. She had been the one to witness the death of her father at the hands of unknown creatures with bright glowing eyes. These creatures now were the reason why they were sleeping in unfamiliar beds in a new home. Her sister was the lucky one; she had been sound asleep and didn't see the horrible tragedy.

"It's OK. You may not like the storm, but just remember that you love the rain," the other one whispered brushing her younger sister's fiery red hair way from her tear-stained face. The younger one smiled and then brushed her sister's hair away from her face too. They looked exactly the same. They were the same height, same weight, and same shape. They both had flawless pale skin and hair that reached about an inch or two past their shoulders. The only thing different was the hair color. While the younger one had hair that was red-orange, the older one had more of a purple tent to the red color.

They had fled their hometown a few weeks ago on their sixth birthday. On that day, their kingdom had fallen into darkness. Even though they were only children, they felt it was their duty to stay with their people. But the man who took over the part as King when their father died advised them to leave for their safety. The girls never saw much of this man, but they both knew that he had their best interest at heart. He was their father's childhood friend who would hold the thrown until the girls became of age. As a kid, this man had lost his parents so he was taken in and raised like a son in the royal family. The two girls did as the King said and left, bringing nothing with them but the clothes on their backs…

A large bolt of lightning struck down just outside the large window. The girls were staring into each other's eyes as it happened and they saw the light reflect into the ocean blue color. Their eyes were another aspect that made them identical. They were a beautiful ocean blue color that stood out brilliantly against their pale complexion. As the light from the storm left the room and the sound of thunder died away, an eerie feeling befell the sisters. Not wanting to take their eyes off each other, they tried to see around the room with their peripheral vision. They both felt as if someone were watching them.

A few minutes passed and the storm began to blow away into the horizon. The strange feeling had left the girls. The full moon came out and shined right through the window. They felt safe and decided to try and drift off to sleep. They both rested their backs against the wall facing the open window to watch the last raindrops roll down the glass. They grabbed the large, plush quilt and brought it up to their shoulders, trapping themselves in warmth. But no matter how much the tried to sleep, they just couldn't drift off. They both moved around the bed several times trying to find a comfortable position, but nothing suited either of them. They finally gave up and just decided to talk quietly.

The two girls bent down on their knees facing each other on the bed with the quilt wrapped around their waists. "What if we don't make any friends here?" the younger twin asked her sister with pure worry in her voice.

"Don't worry yourself so much. We'll find friends. Don't you remember when our boat came in today? We passed by that small little island right off shore; there were lots of kids there. I bet we could make friends with them," the elder said very sure of what she was saying.

"You mean 'I'm sure I'LL make friends.' Of course you will make friends, you always do; you are the nice twin that everyone wants to be friends with, and I'm the weird twin who everyone wants to make fun of," the younger one said back growing sadder by the second. She knew her sister was the perfect twin and that she was just the outcast of everything.

"That's not true! You're great fun to hang out with! Just because we are identical doesn't mean we have to be the same in every way. You WILL make friends here, on this island," she said once again trying to cheer her sister up.

"Promise?" the younger asked a small smile coming to her rosy cheeks.

"I Promise," she said as she pulled the fiery redhead into her arms for a suffocating hug.

When she released, both of the sisters' necklaces fell out from under the neck of their dresses. They each had a large diamond-cut-like stone that was shaped like a heart attached to a silvery chain. The hearts were the twin stones of their hometown. One was black and one was snow white. Their mother had given them to the twins right before she died when they were just a few hours old. The older sister had the white one and the younger had the black one. The rare stones were said to balance each other out in all the ways of the universe: good and evil, light and dark, day and night.

In their hometown, it was like a prophecy that the royal family had two twin girls every few generations. These necklaces had been passed down from each set of twins to the next. Their father had two younger sisters who were twins. When they died in their teenage years, their father had given the stones and put them in his wife's position. One twin would always be more mischief then the other and that one would get the black stone. When their mother was dying, she felt that the younger one would be that kind of girl, so she gave it to her. Their mother was right.

Now as they sat there staring at the beautiful stones around each other's necks, memories of their once beautiful hometown began to flood their minds; flowers and waterfalls. Smiling people and good times. All of a sudden a dark reflection appeared in the shiny surface of the stones. The sisters looked towards the window to see a black mist started to flow out from the soft carpet. A figure stepped out of the abyss. His body shape obviously said that he was a man. He was very tall. The mysterious man was dressed in a black coat that went down to the floor and had a hood that covered his face. The man took a step towards the startled girls. They both back against the wall of the bed, frozen in fear.

The color drained from their faces as the man bent down in front of the two girls. He was so tall that even though he was on his knees, his head came level to the girls' sitting on the bed. He scooted in front of the older twin. He looked over her from top to bottom. The small light from the moon reflecting off his eyes showed that he was looking for something. He stopped his looking when his gaze fell upon the large, white heart around her neck. The corner of his shadowed lips curled. He then kneeled in front of the younger twin. He did the same as he did to the other. He raced his eyes over her body looking…looking…he reached his hand out to her. She flinched as a gloved hand touched her fiery hair. He drew back his hand with a smile and then glanced down noticing the same necklace only in black around her neck. He held out a hand to each girl, palm facing up. "Hand over your hearts," he whispered in a fierce but quiet voice.

Both girls' right hands shot up to their necklace and clutched it firmly in their fist. "Very well then," he said shooting his hands out and grabbing hold of each girl's wrist. He gave a slight pull, unclasping the hook, which kept the chain around their necks closed. He then let go of the twins' wrists. The girls held tight on to the stones in their hands. They weren't ever going to get separated from them.

"I only need you and your heart actually," he said grabbing hold of the younger twin's left wrist. Both girls' eyes widened as the young girl was dragged off from her sister. The older sister took her empty hand and grabbed hold of the bedpost, and with the hand holding the necklace she reached out to her little sister. The younger sister tried desperately to drag her feet on the carpet to prevent the man from taking her away. She saw her sister's hand reaching out to her so she reached her right hand out and grabbed hold of her sister's hand. The two stones collided within the two palms.

The man continued to pull the young girl closer to the black mist but the two girls continued to hold on with all their strength. The pressure caused by holding onto each other's hands was enough to crush the stones. All of a sudden a flash of light exploded from the two palms. Everyone in the room froze to watch. The man stopped his struggle and the girls stared in wonder at what was happening. The twins let go of each other's hands and to their surprise the two necklaces were floating in midair. Then a huge wave of light flooded the room and everyone was forced to close their eyes. When the light faded, the twins opened their eyes and looked back to the stones. Instead of one white stone and one black stone there were two stones but each were split down the middle with one half of each being black and the other half being white.

The necklaces then floated back to the girls and re-clasped behind their necks. The older sister looked down to see that the half side of her necklace closest to her right shoulder was no longer white, but now a black color. At the same time the younger sister looked down to notice that the half near her right shoulder was white instead of black. The right side of the two necklaces had switched. When reality came back to the mysterious man, he realized why he was here. He then started pulling the younger sister into the mist.

The older sister reached out once again, but her younger sister was now too far away to reach. She watched as part of her little sister began to fade away along with the man who took her. She screamed out her younger sister's name, knowing that it might be the last time they ever saw or heard of each other, "Raene!"

Raene was pulled into the black abyss. The last thing she heard was her sister calling out her name. As she tried to scream back to her the moonlit room that she was just in disappeared completely. But she tried to scream back anyway hoping that, if miracles could happen, her sister could hear her too, "Kairi!"

Hope you guys like it! This was just basically the first flashback. It is the youngest memory that Raene had of the people dressed in black cloaks, who she will later have to not be so afraid of. The next issue is gonna be another flashback, it's gonna be of when she arrives at the Organization's headquarters. I might have one more flash back after that or I will just connect those two into one. Hope you enjoyed! D R/R Please