Hello Everyone! Well, this is my first ever Kingdom Hearts Fanfiction and I'm really nervous as I'm typing this all down. As you must have read the summary, this is a story about starts off with three young boys, but you'll notice that I have given a little prologue at the start, dating back six years from our heroes' present. Well, the prologue's essential as the characters mentioned play a significant role in the whole story and they'll give y'all a little idea how some 'evil' events came to be. Anyway, enough of my chatter for now, enjoy the story and remember, I DON'T OWN Kingdom Hearts, or any of its world and characters, except those that I mention in the story, so don't sue me and all :p

In the dead of night, a slightly hunched figure in a black cloak with their hood up approached the entrance of the grand castle of The Land of Departure, with a bundle of white sheets in their arms. They placed the bundle at the bottom most step rather harshly.

"This will be your new home my little apprentice," the figure muttered at the bundle in his thick and raspy voice. The figure peeled back his hood to reveal a pale – silvery face with pointed ears and a bald head. His eyes were completely black except red irises. A thin grey goatee sat on his chin.

The man took a few steps back, only to accidentally step on a broken twig, the snap echoed through the still night sky. "Who's out there?" a deep voice came from inside the castle as a light flickered on in a high up window. The figure extended his left leg, nudging the bundle underneath him, only to reveal the face of an injured little boy with a mop of brown hair – slightly crimson from dried blood just above his right eyebrow. The man smirked at the sight beneath him and slowly turned around to leave; a corridor of darkness appearing in front of him. He looked back at the fainted boy with his terrifyingly odd colored eyes, a large black keyblade with a red and slightly bluish trim materializing in his left hand.

"I'll be back to get you when the time is right my precious χ. You're too weak and young for me to use right now. Until then, I trust my brother will train you in his much more 'softer' methods of Keyblade Mastery." With that he disappeared into the portal, his steely glower never leaving the child's face.

The young boy groaned as his eyes flickered and he tried to sit up, massaging his bandaged scalp. Where am I? How did I get here? He thought as he tried hard to remember anything, but all he could recall was his name. Other than that, everything was like an unfamiliar blur of colors. As his large hazel eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight, pouring in from the window; he noticed himself comfortably tucked in a poster bed in a large room. The decoration was strictly academic; large bookshelves stretched across wall to wall, a desk with fresh sheets of papers and pens, and a small television opposite the bed. Despite their being no visible source of an air conditioner, the atmosphere of the room was cool and very pleasant. He had been changed into striped blue pajamas and his white sheet had been safely discarded by his host as it was too dirty and apparently, the boy had been wearing nothing underneath except a pair of boxer shorts torn at inappropriate places.

The bedroom door swung open as a tall and kind looking elderly man stepped in, carrying a tray of orange juice in a tall glass and a plate of high stacked waffles, topped with golden syrup. The host wore a long blue robe with a dark blue and green hem. His hair, beard and moustache were brilliantly a glowing golden color, as if made of pure light. A pair of pointed ears sat on either side of his head. His eyes were a completely dark blue color with yellowish irises. He placed the tray on the bedside table and took a seat on a corner of the bed, smiling warmly at his guest.

"How are you feeling young man?" he began in a deep, warm voice. The boy noticed the man's clawed metal right arm and gulped involuntarily. The old man took no such notice.

"Umm…. I...I feel much better now, thank you, mister….?

"My name is Bux my son," the host answered slightly chuckling before he continued,"I'm one of the keepers of this castle, along with my good friend Eraqus, where we train those who have strong hearts, into Keyblade Masters; keeping the balance of light and darkness throughout the worlds. How would you like to join us?"

The boy's eyes widened as took a moment to reply, nodding his head enthusiastically, "Nice to meet you sir! My name is Ammar. I would love to join."

….

The whole alley erupted with applause and cheers as two young boys emerged victorious against a street fight – clutching their plastic yellow and blue swords with one hand as they returned the stolen purse and shopping bag to an old lady, the thief sprawled face down on the cobbled city center road unconscious.

"YEEAAHH! HOORAAAYY! YOU BOTH ROCK SAMI AND AHMED!" the crowd hooted as the boys simply waved back dismissively. Sami and Ahmed; the young heroes of Celestial City.

Sami was a young boy of eleven, with jet black messy hair and large raven colored eyes. He wore a dark green hooded jacket with rolled up blue sleeve cuffs near his elbows, and a matching blue hood. Underneath, he wore a red t-shirt with a large yellow circle in between, having a large blue electric bolt artfully woven in the centre. He also wore blue and brown short pants with blue pockets close to his shins; held up with a black belt. On his feet, he wore large blue and black shoes with silver soles. In addition, he also had a big blue wrist-band with a zigzag white line in between.

Ahmed on the other hand, had a more different appearance; he also had jet black hair similar to Sami's, but they were carefully gelled back to his head – kind of like Kazuya Mishima from the Tekken Series, with doleful brown eyes. He too was eleven like Sami but appeared a bit shorter than his friend; he sported a dark blue zip-up shirt with hoodie style pockets at his waist, yellow and white fire artwork on the front, with grey pauldron-like additions to his sleeves and yellow samurai pants with black moccasins on his feet. In addition, he also wore a red karate' belt which he was gifted by his older sister, and dark blue friendship-bands on both wrists. Apart from being best friends, both boys were also cousins.

"Not that I'm hating all this publicity bro, but all this seems too unnecessary now," Ahmed began as he massaged his sore jaw which the old woman had apparently pinched as her way to say 'well aren't you the cutest and bravest young man!'

"Yeah me too Ahmed," Sami replied as they walked away, slinging his sword casually behind his shoulder. "I guess being the only active recruits at Young Threats has its pros and cons."

Celestial City.

Sami and Ahmed both belonged to a small street gang known as 'The Young Threats' which was previously illegal before both boys joined up, but their leader decided to change for the better good – as if! The gang's leader; Sonu, was a small and lanky boy with a serious attitude problem, and a knack for carrying out mischievous and sadistic stunts from time to time. Their motto was; "Keeping Celestial City free from wrongdoers, all those villains and every other wise guy nobody clever enough to challenge us." The motto was rude and narcist in the least to say, but the gang had no logo to represent themselves as an official party though.

Sami and Ahmed join the gang only when their parents forced them to 'make new friends and do something productive,' as their original party consisted of a younger boy named Arham, an even younger girl named Hamnah – both cousins and good friends to the two boys, Sami's younger sister; Soha and Fatimah; Ahmed's older sister. The Young Threats had offered each of their soldiers a sword, a cutlass, or a staff made of the same blunt blue and yellow plastic material. Only Sonu was allowed to wield a long metal scythe which he bought off Wal-Mart at a half off price. The blade was quite sharp and gave him an edge in a fight against others as it drastically dealt more damage – perks of being the leader.

The boys were on their way to a large forested area where the gang's Clubhouse was located – only to stop on the way to grab a sea-salt ice cream stick from the local ice cream parlor. The boys kept discussing their combat strategies when their conversation was interrupted by a ten year old boy who walked through the double-glass doors. He wore a pair of small red shorts on a turquoise shirt under a black waistcoat with yellow-blue pockets, sporting yellow fingerless gloves and a pair of yellow boots with blue soles and black straps. His hair was light brown and hung over most of his small face, hiding one of his light brown eyes. The boy smiled when he saw his friends.

"Hey Asad, good to see ya mate! Come on up and join us." Sami piped up as he waved Asad over to their table. The said boy grabbed his order of a blueberry mint ripple ice cream and took a seat next to Ahmed, giving both boys a fist bump.

"I heard about you guys when I visited the main city center," Asad began excitedly as he licked his frozen dessert, "you both were awesome against that thug!" Apart from Asad, both Sami and Ahmed weren't really friends with any of the other children from Young Threats. They three had their own friendship circle in the gang.

"Yeah well you know, it beats being like all those other rotten jerks at the gang am I right?" Ahmed began as he brought his ice cream stick to his mouth. As if on cue, the treat slid off the stick and splattered onto the polished table top no sooner than it had touched his tongue. Asad burst into hearty laughter. Ahmed's face turned sour as he eyed his ice cream's untimely death.

"Aww man! What the hell!" Ahmed whined loudly as the young woman behind the counter gave the group a stern look. "Now I'll have to go get a second helping-"

"That reminds me! I came here to get you guys because you're already late for the daily attendance." Asad interrupted his friend, the wide smirk vanishing off his small face. With that everyone quickly got up to leave, Sami offered half his eaten sea-salt ice cream's stick to Ahmed who more than happily took it.

"Thanks a million cuz, I owe you!" Ahmed grinned happily before gobbling down the entire milky treat in one bite; leaving both Sami and Asad gaping, "What!? Come on it was only half!" both boys laughed together and made their way out into the sunny afternoon sky.

They made their way through the forested area leading to the grotto where 'The Young Threats' Clubhouse was situated, the wild grass crunching beneath their feet. All of a sudden, Sami stopped in his tracks and pulled out his sword, jumping into his fighting stance. Ahmed and Asad also stopped as well, shooting a questioning look at their friend.

"Something's not right," he muttered as his large black eyes fixed onto the entrance of the grotto. Ahmed and Asad followed his line of sight and noticed two boys marching up to them - Ghazanfar and Aman; two senior members of The Young Threats with a bad history behind them. Ghazanfar was tall and very lean, while his brother Aman was stocky and extremely plump. Both boys had an untidy and dirty crop of dark brown hair and wore ratty old t shirts with strange symbols and profanities on them, shorts and sandals. Both of them had their weapons – cutlasses out and stopped right in front of the three friends. Aman half smiled at Asad, making him feel slightly intimidated.

"Stand down soldier; this doesn't concern the likes of you." Ghazanfar spoke directly to Sami as he lowered his weapon using his own, gripping Asad's wrist with his free hand tightly making the boy wince slightly. Ahmed pulled his own sword out and straightened into his own fighting stance.

"Yeah losers! The superior Sonu ordered us to dispose of this fool," Aman stated, pointing his cutlass directly at Asad's throat. "Then we'll think about what to do with you two. Ha haa! Ha haa! Ha haa haa HAAAA!" Both Sami and Ahmed resisted the urge to pounce on the dimwitted Aman.

"Get real blowhard! There's no way we'll let you hurt our friend." Sami growled as Aman's smirk faded into the color of sour apples. Asad regained his balance and brought his own sword hard against Ghazanfar's cheek, sending the tall kid stumbling back.

"You'll pay for that one, small fry." The said boy hissed menacingly, "NO ONE hits me and lives to tell the tale!"

All three boys took a step forward, swords ready and preparing to strike - everyone stood in their respective fighting stance; Sami clutching his sword in his right hand, holding it at level near his head, his other hand sticking out in front with his left hand slightly open. His legs were apart, with the right leg back and left leg straight in front, his back slightly arched. Ahmed stood with his legs slightly apart, clutching his sword in his right hand, his left arm in level with his right one with his hand balled into a tight fist. Asad held his sword in a baseball-batter position, clutching it with both hands behind his head and his legs wide apart. Ghazanfar and Aman took a careful step back.

"Why don't you come here and tell that to our faces?" Ahmed challenged both brothers through gritted teeth. After a long and silent stare-off, both boys leaped at each other, three against two.

….

The loud and hollow clunking sound of plastic against plastic and flesh echoed through the dense forest area. Asad struck hard on top of Aman's fat head in an endless stream of pounding and clubbing combos. Aman leaped ahead and pushed Asad out of the way using his body before poking Ahmed hard in his gut, but he got up quickly. Gasping for air, Aman clutched his head where he had been bruised, Ahmed took the opportunity to race forward and lunge his sword hard against the plump boy's back – making him drop his cutlass as it became lost under a bush somewhere. Both friends combined one strong stroke, and sent the chubby child tumbling into a corner. Aman stood up slowly, bruised and swaying side to side before he collapsed on the mossy ground, unconscious. Both Ahmed and Asad smiled before embracing each other in a bro hug.

Meanwhile, things for Sami weren't going as easily as he took on his tall opponent at a distance. Ghazanfar wasn't dubbed 'Second in Command' by Sonu just for keeps, and he was putting on a difficult fight with the much younger messy raven-haired boy. Using his tall stature, he was flinging Sami around the trees like a ragdoll, but the said boy quickly recovered from each hit as if it were nothing, countering each attack with a fast-slashing combo around Ghazanfar's midsection – each combo faster and more deadly than the former. Ghazanfar did three flips in mid air before sprawling on the grassy ground – finally unconscious. Ahmed and Asad cheered at their victory against the psycho brothers.

"That's ENOUGH!" A loud shrill voice pierced the now evening sky as the three comrades' heads spun around for the source of this bellow – their faces still etched with the same serious expressions as before. The leader of The Young Threats himself made his way over to the three boys with his posse close behind him. The three boys silently uttered the name in unison, "Sonu…."

Sonu was dressed in a dark blue tank top with a silver skull embroidered in the centre. A gold chain with a strange circular symbol hung from his neck. He wore blue camouflaged cargo pants with brown boots and orange tape-like gloves on his hands. In addition, the boy had oiled back slick dark brown hair and cold amber colored eyes – his face in an angry grimace.

Next to Sonu, walked his bratty and smart-aleck five year old sister Greesha. She sported a small pink bikini top - which revealed most of her premature body, over matching biker shorts, silly bands on her right wrist and high-heeled purple boots that still made her look no taller than 4'2". She had waist length dark brown hair like her brother – her face was twisted in a smug grin as she bore her violet eyes in Ahmed's doleful brown ones. The gelled black haired boy felt nothing.

Behind them walked two boys and one girl. The first one was Humaza, a tall and very thin boy of fifteen with slick black hair and a disgusting mole on his upper lip. He had slitty poisonous green eyes. Next to him walked Nile, a big-sized boy with very curly coppery hair, small icy grey eyes and on his earlobes, he wore two gold earrings each. The girl who walked with them was named Zaebos; she seemed really lanky with short dyed dark purple hair. Her right eye was closed as a long and wide scar trailed from her forehead, over it and ending near the corner of her lip. Her one good eye was eerily a golden-yellow color. All three of these individuals were dressed in black full-body track suits; only difference was that Humaza had a silver trim, Nile had his orange, and Zaebos had hers a deep purplish-black.

"What is the meaning of this Sami?!" Sonu barked as his posse stood by him enjoying the show, "You know very well that a bystander like you is not allowed to answer back to his elite seniors, let alone attack them!" Sami just glared straight back at the leader's face. His large black eyes were devoid of all emotions and all he could see was red. Quick as a flash, he clenched his fist and brought it hard and fast against Sonu's cheek. Everyone gasped as he, being shorter than Sami, fell back onto the grass with a loud thud, coughing up blood.

"I have HAD IT WITH ALL OF YOU!" Sami growled as he began advancing at Sonu with his fist still raised. "Every day you degrade us! Don't treat us equally! Make me, Ahmed and Asad run around the city doing what YOU should be doing, while you and your pathetic teammates here sit around playing foosball in that abandoned outhouse you call Clubhouse! And then what do you do?! Send your bodyguards here to finish us off because you have no need for us anymore?!" The furious black haired boy bent down and shoved the slick haired one to a standing position, "Well things are gonna change. Right here! Right now!"

Sonu just stood there for a while glaring daggers at the kid in front of him, who stood clutching his plastic sword; the grim expression on his face told the leader not to retort with a witty comeback – the busted bottom lip looked like it had enough anyway. "Back off!" Sonu's shrill voice pierced the late evening sky one more, "I'll take care of this filth myself." Almost instantly the comical triplets and the bratty little girl behind him backed up a good few paces. Ahmed and Asad patted their brave young friend on the shoulder encouragingly and reluctantly obliged as well. Both young boys jumped into their battle stances; Sonu just stood there clutching his long metal scythe like a baton – although he didn't know how to hold his weapon, he did on the other hand know how to swing in deadly combos. After a long stare-off, both boys sprang each other, slashing their weapons angrily.

The slick haired boy aerial dodged in the air as Sami tried slashing over the top of his head. Coming down, Sonu hooked his scythe around the messy haired boy's neck and swished him around before tossing him to the grassy ground in a painful thud. "Now you die!" the leader screeched bringing his long weapon down near his enemy's head, the older boy dodge-rolled away as the scythe dug into the sticky soil behind him; sending mud at the attackers face, leaving him vulnerable as he tried to furiously pull his tool out. Sami gripped the opportunity and began slashing his sword at his opponent in a non-stop frenzy. Sonu managed to free himself at last and swung his scythe desperately at the raven haired kid, screaming the entire time as tears of pain started to blur his vision. The said boy simply jumped around dodging every attack with ease before he finally gutted Sonu hard in his stomach region. Sonu groaned painfully and gripped his midsection while holding out a hand for Sami. The boy, puzzled at this sudden gesture stopped and gave his rival a temporary respite. The corners of the sadistic boy's lips tugged in a devilish grin, as he took the moment to bring his metallic weapon hard against his enemy's head. Sami retaliated in a painful hiss as the scythe sliced near his temple in a deep cut. Sami placed a hand on the side of his face to find his fingers covered in blood – Sonu simply kept his toothy grin in place before he began swinging again. 'So that's how you wanna play?' Sami thought and with that, gripped onto the scythe with all his might as it came down on him, snatching it away. Sonu visibly paled, his bottom lip slightly trembling.

All six children uttered an 'Ooohhh' as Sami stood there now with his legs further apart; gripping Sonu's scythe in his left hand as he clutched his own plastic sword in his right one, holding them both away from his body pointing outwards – swinging them absentmindedly in between his fingers. "Sonu's no match for Sami now is he?" Asad whispered in Ahmed's ear as the gelled black haired boy just shook his head before silently replying: "No, no match."

"Give me back my scythe you filth!" Sonu bellowed, "How DARE you take away your superior's weapon like that?!" This angered the messy haired boy even more and he began tossing his enemy in a deadly combo around in the air. Everyone gasped and awed as Sonu squealed in pain every time the blade and hard plastic stuck him. This didn't stop Sami and he kept on dealing combo after combo after combo on the evil boy in front of him. This'll teach him not to take advantage of anyone again.

After a huge cross swing and aerial thrust, everyone heard loud sobbing and Sami immediately stopped. Sonu fell onto the grass and looked up; his slick hair now hung in wisps around his head, his face a mask of cuts and bruises. What he did next made the messy raven haired boy to do a double take – Sonu, the mighty leader of The Young Threats, kneeling down at Sami's feet, begging for him to stop.

"Please! Please just stop!" he wailed as he held his hands up at the boy in front of him. Sami's emotionless exterior from before, melted into a softer one as he stepped back letting the sorry sight of a leader fall on the grass once again. "I'm sorry okay!? Please no more! NO MORE! I'm outta here!" with that, the teared-amber eyed small boy scrambled to his feet and bolted out of the forest – Humaza, Nile and Greesha racing behind him, cursing back as they ran out. The three boys stood in silence as their eyes shifted to a certain someone who still stood there in silence, watching them with her one good cold, golden yellow eye.

"Umm…. Aren't you gonna go with them?" Ahmed broke the awkward silence. The corner of Zaebos' lips curled upwards.

"Pretty soon, this world will be shrouded in eternal darkness you fools." She began in an unusually deep and chilly voice which made all three boys jump back. This did not sound in the least like a little girl, they thought as they took a careful step back.

"What do you mean?" Sami started, tightening his grip on his two weapons. Zaebos simply shook her head slowly as she looked at them from below her dark purple bangs, before turning around and disappearing through the tall trees.

After a few moments of standing there in silence, the sun began to set. A small black creature crept out from behind a bush – twitching slightly. It had yellow eyes, claw like black hands, stubby feet and a small round head with crooked antennas. Upon seeing the three young boys, the creature staggered up to them, looking around nervously.

Asad took a step closer to the creature with his arm extended in a friendly gesture. The creature visibly stiffened. "Hey there little guy, are you lost? Come on out, we won't hurt you."

"Asad, I don't think that's such a good idea. Get back here!" Ahmed tried holding him back.

"Relax guys. What could such a harmless little thing like this possibly do something to… ARRGGGHHH!" Asad was interrupted as the creature launched itself towards him. The boy toppled near a tree and struck his head, falling unconscious, a deep bruise forming on his arm. What in the….!? With that, both boys raced at the creature, their weapons out and ready.

"AHH! It's not working Sami….! OOOOFFF!" Ahmed tried speaking as he flipped and crashed on the grassy floor after sustaining two hits by the monster. Sami tried stabbing the metal scythe into the creature's head, only to find it morph through completely. The creature knocked the scythe out of his grasp as it landed somewhere in the tall grass.

"What is this thing!?" Sami gasped frantically as he switched back to his trusty plastic sword – still no luck. Was this a ghost or something? The thought alone sent chills up his spine.

The two boys' eyes fell onto some shadows of the tall trees created by the moon in the now night sky, to their horror; the shadows seemed to move in front of their eyes as they materialized into more of the black creatures. Sami and Ahmed exchanged shocked-frightened looks.

"This is like a nightmare come true,"Ahmed mumbled uneasily as he tried tackling one of the monsters only to be shoved to the ground again.

"Ahmed, hang on I'm…. GAHHH!" One of the monsters dug their claw-like arms into the messy black haired boy's thigh as he tried to go assist his friend. Sami somersaulted and fell face down in the moss. As he twisted his waist to sit up, an unbearable pain spiked up his right leg as he noticed a blood stain growing on his brown and blue cut-offs. He quickly looked around to find his comrades; Asad was still out cold and Ahmed was trying desperately to evade their attackers while trying to attack them at the same time. 'What do I do? What do I do?' the same thought ran through Sami's mind as another black monster ran towards him.

SMACK! *thud*

Ahmed spun around and noticed a nearby monster towering over Sami - who was apparently lying with his face in the soil; the grass near where his head lay had turned red. In addition, his right leg was twisted in a painful position under his left one; his pants were also stained just as red.

"Sami! NOOO!" Ahmed yelled as he bolted to his cousin's side; he was knocked out and his condition looked serious. "That's IT!" the black haired boy picked up Sami's fallen sword and began swinging angrily in hard and powerful combos at their attackers; the said creatures just stared back with their beady yellow eyes - this aggravated him to no extent. After some unsuccessful attempts, he dropped to his knees panting for air as both swords slipped his grip and dropped to the grassy ground.

"What… are…. you… things…..?" he managed to speak through deep pants of air. A nearby shadow reanimated itself into another black monster and gutted Ahmed hard in the stomach. The said boy felt the air being knocked out of him as he crashed into a boulder and slid onto the rocks below with a painful crunch. More and more black monsters appeared out of nearby shadows of trees, bushes, and rocks and encircled the three boys, whispering to each other in soft hissing sounds.

'It's over, we're toast.' The gelled black haired boy thought as he felt the last of his strength leaving his body. Out of nowhere, a portal of light appeared in the distance and Ahmed saw two figures step out; one in a long blue robe with a dark blue and green hem, and one in a white, red lined haori and a light-colored hakama. Before the boy could look up to see their faces, sleep took the best of him and he fell back fainted.

Well, what do you guys and girls out there think? Should I continue writing my story or what? Please review and tell me what your opinions about the story. If you DO like it, I can tell you that the next chapter would be about Sami experiencing his very first Dive to the Heart and will include some reference to a few main characters in the Kingdom Hearts Series that the trio and their new friend may possibly meet in the near future, in about five to six years ;p Peace and love everyone! And please remember to reviewwwwwww!