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Kingdom Hearts: Ukaizr

Chapter 1: Enter Ukaizr Riza

Lately, visions have plagued me. My old mind has become weak, and trying to remember the details has become harder. My ancestors had these visions as well. Over a thousand years ago, a war was fought between the forces of light, dark and the in-between. A small band of brave warriors stepped up to the forces of darkness and destroyed them. But I fear that those dark forces are back. Soon, I hope, and if my visions do not fail me, a new warrior will put an end to these dark creatures. With the help of the only weapon that can stop them.

A girl, thirteen, opened her eyes to see that she was standing on a stained glass platform. She looked around to see nothing but darkness. She rubbed her head and adjusted her crumpled up clothes. She took a few hesitant steps toward the middle of the platform, her sneakers kicking up a thick layer of dust. A spiky, brown haired boy stood in the middle of the golden and maroon colored platform, left hand in a fist to his side, right at his side clutching what looked to be a very long and big key. Behind him looked like younger versions of himself, with a duck and dog at the top and a human boy and girl at the bottom. A voice chimed through her mind, a calm and soothing tone, We've been waiting, young one. As she took in the awesome sight of the platform and the tranquil voice, three beams of light shone from above. Within them, a trio of weapons appeared: a sword, shield, and staff, all sported a odd design of three circles. The girl stepped forward, instinctively going for the sword.

She gripped the soft handle and felt the slight weight it put on her right arm; she heard the voice again, A sword of great power and terrible ruin. Is it strength you seek? The girl thought about it then nodded. The sword transmuted into a giant silver and gold key, just like the one the boy is holding in the picture. The other weapons disappeared in little bursts of light. The teen looked at the weapon, its weight similar to the sword, maybe a bit lighter. She swung it a couple of times to get use to its weight on her arm. Before long, a elegant wooden door appeared before the startled teen. The voice spoke to her again, instructing her to open the door. Hesitantly she pulled the door open, her form was bathed in light. She brought her arm up to shield her eyes.

On the other side of the wooden archway, was another platform with a bridge of more stained glass which lead up to another platform. She looked down, it was another picture. This time it was a boy with silver hair and aquamarine eyes. The youth was pictured like the brunette, but reversed; his left hand was at his side and his right was outstretched, holding another key-like weapon. However, his key had a demon wing for the shaft, and and angel wing for the teeth of the key, as well as a demon wing and angel wing for the guard. The background of his picture were dark blues, greys, purples, and blacks, with his companions in circles around him. There will be times when you have to fight. But don't give into the darkness. You wield the mightiest weapon of all! Several black, shadowy creatures appeared, surrounding the teen. She drew up the odd key-weapon and attacked. She blocked, evaded and parried, the blade ripped through the creatures. They disappeared in hazes of black smoke. The teen looked up the bridge, wiping away the small amount of sweat that formed on her brow. She trekked toward and up the bridge.

On the top platform was a spiky, blond haired boy, around the age of the other two. He wield two keys, one ebony with an air of malevolence, the other ivory with a benevolent aura. His clothes were a white, short sleeve jacket with a black, high collared shirt underneath; a four-pointed star dangling around the black collar. His pants a dark grey and green. A bright light shined down, the girl walked into the center of the platform.The closer you get to the light...Her shadow grew, and started to take form...The bigger your shadow becomes. Thh girl whipped her head around, a fifty foot shadow glared down at her, bright yellow eyes glaring at her.

She drew the blade, and stood her ground. Not scared of the towering creature of darkness. However, when she dashed toward the beast, it held out its hand, a swirling pool of darkness caught the teen, dragging her into the darkness. Her visihon was clouded before being totally eclipsed. The weight of the blade was gone and she fell into darkness. Darkness. Darkness. Falling. Falling.

She opened her eyes, suddenly blinded by light. She sat up and found she was in her bed and the light was the sun. Was it...a dream? The girl thought before getting out of bed to start her day.

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"Oof," mumbled a pained male voice.

"Ah..." sounded another.

"No...more..." whined a third.

"Whimps," scoffed a feminate voice. "I swear, you guys are so weak. I mean, I'm just one girl and you three boys together couldn't best me. Pitiful," the girl rested her wooden katana on her right shoulder, smirking at her whimpering classmates, who were in a small pile.

"Well, they don't have the Ukaizr blood flowing through their veins like you, Riza," an elder man stepped into the training area of the small dojo. His gentle voice held an air of humor to it. Even though what you say is the truth, his mind replied. He watched Riza help her classmates up. The Ukaizr clan is the strongest in our small village. Her father being the strongest ninja here, and her mother not too far behind. As well, Riza is making quite a name for herself. Only 13 years old and able to do B class missions with ease. It seems like she has the power to..hmm? A door opening in the dojo pulled the sensei from his thoughts.

In the door way stood a gigantic man. The afternoon sun behind him blacked out his face, but what the four could see were bulging muscles almost ripping through his blue shirt, baggy olive green pants, and sandles, which he kicked off upon entering the dojo. Still, the sensei and Riza knew who it was.

"Uso," they both spat.

"What do you want!?" Riza practically growled.

"Nutin much, jus' revenge, lil Ukaizr. And I'll start with ya, girlie!" Uso, holding a large heavy staff as a weapon, swung at the smaller girl. Riza easily jumped away from the low swipe, and back flipped over it. She made a break for the exit to bring the man out into the open, and Uso fell for the bait.

Outside, Riza sat in a tree, waiting for Uso to come out. Hook, line, sinker. Riza thought as her opponent dashed out in front of her hiding spot.

Uso looked for the thirteen-year-old in the small courtyard "Where are ya, girlie?!" he yelled in a burly voice.

"Right here! Shinobi Slam!" Riza called, leaping from the tree, and slamming her wooden sword into his left shoulder with surprising force; the sound of wood cracking echoed throughout the court yard, but the sword held. She back flipped, pushing off of Uso's now injured shoulder, landing in her attack stance. She slightly turned to her right, sword pointed low and the blade away from her adversary. Shinboi Slam is one of the various techniques under the Ukaizr-Kyuubi Style, but her stance was her own creation, something that came naturally to her.

Uso turned around, pain and rage evident on his face. He readied his large staff for another strike. Riza predicted as much, and formed a perfect counter attack to any way he swiped. He went for a vertical-downward swing and the small ninja quickly side-stepped away, jumped, and aimed what would normally be the dull side of the sword at his jugulars. She made contact and made the bigger man's eyes bludge. Pushing off of his body, she landed safely on the ground, taking up her stance once again, however the sword was now broken in half. The wood splintered off.

Uso, didn't drop his staff, gripped his neck, panting ragged breaths. "You lil..."

"Eh, eh, eh, No cursing! Hold your tongue! Young ears are here, ya know," Riza cut him off pointing to the students peeking their heads around the corner and from the doorway; then waved her finger in a 'no' gesture, which only served to irk the man even more.

"No one tells me what ta do or say!" the enraged man bellowed, which made his throat pain him even more. Riza smirked.

"Give it up, Uso. You can't win! My father beat you, and I'll beat you, too. In fact, I already have." Riza fell into a more relaxed, still confident pose with her broken wooden sword resting on her shoulder. Even with a broken weapon, Riza had the confidence that she could win.

"That's enough!" both Uso's and Riza's heads snapped back; it was Riza's sensei. "Uso, leave--before I have make you," the sensei's usually gentle voice was sharp and precise, like a sharpened blade. Uso, knowing the old man's true strength, left, but not before shooting Riza a heated glare of pure rage.

"Riza, be careful with him. He, though it might not seem it, is a dangerous man, capable of many devious things. Your father's bout with him left many scars on the both of them, physical and emotional. Do you know why Uso hates your father so much?" Riza shook her head, admitting her lack of knowledge on the tender subject. Her sensei sighed, expecting as much. Her father, as much as they shared, would never talk about this delicate topic. "Come, child," he escorted her to a private area. "Class is dismissed," the three remaining children bowed to the closed door and left; the rest of the class fled when the fight got way too violent.

Once alone, Sensei served green tea with honey to his most gifted student. He opened the door to see the setting sun in the distance. Sighing, he sat down and started the tale that began when Riza's father, Maikeru, and Uso were a few years older than Riza was, about fifteen years of age. He explained how the two boys were the best of friends, and a fierce duo. The two complimented each other perfectly. Maikeru was quick and agile, with a small, but strong build, while Uso was slower, but powerful. The two teens were unbeatable together, and nothing seemed able stop them, except each other. When a woman came into the picture, everything changed.

One day Uso and Maikeru were sparring together. During their break, a beautiful girl walked by, catching the eyes of the two teens. Uso dropped his rice ball, his mouth gaping while Maikeru simply stared, in mid reach of another riceball. The two followed the girl's movements util they could no longer see her. They around and finished their meal, fighting a losing battle to push the girl's image from their minds. Afterwards they sparred, but only half-heartedly, too engrossed in a puppy-dog love fantasy of the girl.

As the month progressed, the two secretly tried to court the maiden. One night, Riza's father was walking the girl home when they stumbled across Uso. To say he was cross is an understatement and his short fuse had run out. As Maikeru tried to explain, Uso punched him, knocking him to the ground, yelling that he could have the girl and that their friendship was over. Uso left the village angry and heartbroken, and Maikeru was distraught over the loss of his friend. But Maikeru had eventually gotten over it about a year later, accepting that his best friend was gone. A few years passed and Maikeru grew into a great ninja and married the young woman that had captured his heart, who became Riza's mother. It wasn't soon after Riza was born that Uso returned, but not to reconcile. He came for Maikeru's blood. His anger that he harbored and expanded, had gotten the better of him.

He challenged Maikeru to a duel. It was a bloody battle, one that left the many scars. Maikeru won, but it was a hollow victory. Uso left once again, but stayed on the edge of the village, away from the Ukaizrs.

"You know the rest," Sensei said, finishing the tale.

Riza looked into her long empty tea cup. "Thanks for telling me, Komaru-Sensei. I should be getting home. Mom and Dad will be worried. Bye," Riza bowed and left the dojo, jogging home.

Komaru-Sensei turned around to look at a sword: Maikeru's prized sword. Maikeru wants me to give that to her when he knows when a mission will take his life. Poor Riza, the longer he's gone, the bigger the gift. But the only gift she wants is her father. She'll know she'll never see him again after that sword is given to her. Komaru-Sensei sighed. Soon he would have to give Riza the sword, Maikeru mentioned it earlier over some tea a few days prior.

Two days later, Riza walked into the dojo. "Komaru-Sensei! Are you here?"

"In here, Riza." Komaru-Sensei called from the room where he told her the story. She walked in, dropping her things before the door.

She bowed, "What are you doing back here?" Komaru was staring at Maikeru's sword. "Why are you looking at Dad's sword?" she asked in a hesitant voice, not sure if she wanted to know the answer.

"Your father," Komaru paused. "He wanted you to have his sword," he lifted the sword off the rack and handed it to Riza, who took it.

"But why?" Riza asked. "He would never give this to me unless he wasn't..." a look of shock than sadness came across her face. "No," she whispered.

"I'm sorry, Riza." Komaru bowed his head.

"Dad's...NO!" She ran out of the dojo, heading home. She made it home in time to see her father close the front door. "You're going nowhere, Dad! Not unless you beat me!" Riza drew her father's sword, the steel glistening in the early noon sun.

"Riza, don't. You knew this day would come. Please, they need me on the front lines," Maikeru pleaded.

"No, Dad, don't go. I need you, Mom needs you, the whole village needs you," Riza said, voice getting softer.

"Fine, you wanna face me, here," He dropped his bag and opened his arms, making him completely vulnerable.

"I won't fall for it Dad. Fight me!" Riza stood in her stance.

"Fine. I love you Riza, and your mother. And I hope you grow up to the be the best at whatever you do," He made his stance, then appeared behind her, but before she could react she was face down on the ground, out cold, her sword held in a loose grasp.

Three days later, Riza woke up. Her right hand went to her head forehead. Ow...my head. Good thing that was just a dream, my dad would never leave... her thought was disrupted when her right hand brushed against the hilt of her father's former sword. My sword...now. Tears spilled from her eyes reliving the last events that her memory recalled. "Father..

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Three years after that day, Riza was now in the middle of her graduating ceremony, ready to gain the title of a full-fledged ninja. She stood next to her sensei proudly. Her hair was silver in color and cut boyish short, sticking up in the front with bangs coming over her left eye and shorter bangs just shading her right, her eyes a stormy blue-grey. Her attire was a unique style: her shirt was a charcoal grey with a fishnet shirt underneath it, the sleeves coming to mid-bicep, her shirt stopping mid-drift, where the fishnet can be seen. Her small white jacket stops mid-ribcage, with three buttons and a folded down collar. Her pants, a lighter shade of grey, were baggy with over-shorts hooked to the belt loops. The over shorts on the left side had her family crest on it. The bottom of the pants had tight white cuffs that covered the top of her boots, which were a combination of black and light grey with steel bottoms. On her arms were black arm bands that covered her forearm, white rimmed around the top and bottom. Her sword, sheathed, was in one of her left belt loops, over the black leather belt with a steel buckle. She wore black, fingerless gloves on her hands over the arm bands, to prevent slipping of her weapon.

Standing next to her was her sensei, giving a speech about Riza, her talents, and her family. Half an hour later, Riza received her Ninja Badge: a kunai knife with a white background. Later, she would sew it onto the inside of her jacket. Now she was officially a ninja in her village, even though young, surpass her mother and late father in skill and speed when they were her age.

"And finally, Ukaizr Riza, may you be successful in every mission that is given to you," Komaru ended his speech and shook Riza's hand. The two bowed respectfully to one another, ending their teacher-student relationship, and would start to strengthen their friendship and comradery. Riza smiled as she looked in to the face of her elder sensei. "And as a special gift I give all my graduating students," he pulled out a pair of sunglasses similar to his: small ones that rested on the bridge of the nose. "I present you these. Enjoy," Riza bowed her head in thanks, and put on the small sunglasses.

Later that night, Riza was lying in her bed. She was staring at her ceiling when a flash of lightning and a crash of thunder caught her attention. "A storm? It looks bad. No one should be out in...it...Oh no! Sensei! He never went home after our spar!" Riza, still dressed from earlier, grabbed her sword and ran out the door. The heavy winds and downpour of rain hardly slowed her pace; in fact, she made it to the dojo in record time. This was her first mission, to save her former sensei.

"Sensei!" she called into the empty room. Suddenly, he crashed through the thin rice paper door.

"Riza..." he whispered. Then Riza saw his heart appear above his exposed chest, his shirt torn into rags, and float into the room he was knocked from. Riza watched in horror as Komaru's body disappeared.

"No!" Riza cried, running to the spot where the body once lied.

"It's ok, girlie. He di'n't suffer...much," a familiar burly voice said. Riza turned to see Uso, but something was different about him. He seemed darker and more sinister his eyes a demonic yellow.

"What did you do, Uso!?" Riza shouted as she took her stance.

"I took his heart. Now the Heartless will devour it, and I'll get their pow'r!"

"Heartless?"

"Yeah, lil black crit'rs that steal and eat yer heart! Hah! Gruesome, ain't it? Now," Uso's shadow grew darker, and started to consume his being from the legs up. Soon he was covered head to toe, his eyes lowing their pupils and turned completely into the demonic gold. "Yer dead!" He summoned a black version of his giant Ax Fang. He swung, colliding with her sword unsheathed, pushing her into the wall. He dismissed his ax and began to gather black energy into his palms. He slammed it against the ground and the room was enveloped with chilling blackness.

In the dark, a blinding light appeared, diminishing all darkness. In Riza's hand, where her sword was, was a key-like weapon. The key was ninja like in style. The bottom part, near the teeth, was light grey and the top was dark grey. The back of the key had a katana blade, and the tooth was the shape of a kunai knife. Around the what would b e the guard of a sword, it was steel and had bolt-like nubs. The guard around the hilt was thick steel and pointed at the sides, at the bottom, a hexagonal hole where the chain to the key chain dangled. The hilt was the same as her sword. In the middle, as well as the key chain symbol, was her family crest.

"What's this? Is it mine?" Riza said looking at the odd weapon.

"The Keyblade? Why'd it chose you?! They said it woul' ne'er appear!" Uso exclaimed, as the darkness around his head revealed his face.

"The...Keyblade?"

"Yeah, the only weapon that could destroy the Heartless," Uso said frowning, not realizing the importance of the information he just gave. But as soon as it appeared the frown turned into a smirk. "No madda, this puny village an' planet are done for!"

At that moment, the roof was ripped off and sucked into a giant ball of dark energy. Riza looked around after the walls followed suit. Uso and she were standing on a rock of the planet's former glory.

"Better luck next time girlie!" Uso's face was covered once again, and he gently floated to the giant sphere. Riza was left clutching a plank of wood, but soon that gave way and Riza was sucked in.

Meanwhile, two figures clad in black cloaks walked into the city of Sunset Suburbia. "This is where people go after they lose their homes to the Heartless. Let's split up, Kuzumakii. We'll cover more ground," one of them turned to leave.

"You can call me Charlie, you know! Hmph!" the other figure walked in the opposite direction.

TBC

I do own Maikeru and Riza Ukaizr, Uso, Komaru, and Charlie Kuzumakii