Hi me again! I decided to put up a story telling the origins of the main KH characters. The order will go Ven, Aqua, Terra, Kairi, Sora, Riku, and Lea. There will be violence in some chapters and the feels will be at an all-time high. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

I own nothing except my OC's:

Levi Kumo, Marion Kumo, Isaac Mizu, Talitha Mizu, Kaname Mae, Rimi Mae, Asher Tsuchi, Artemis Tsuchi, Kikyo Tsuchi, Archer Petra, Drusilla Petra, Tamara Petra, Abigail Petra, Rebecca Maris, and John Maris.

Chapter 1: Unloved and Unwanted (Ventus's story)

"I'm sorry; we like the boy but I don't think he fits into our family very well." The blonde boy was led away from yet another family.

"I'm sorry Ventus," the social worker, Miss. Kana put a hand on his shoulder, "We can try again; there are a number of families that are looking to take you in, I'm sure we'll find one that will stick."

Ventus sniffled; this was the fifth family in the last two months that had sent him back to the orphanage. He was only seven years old and no family had ever expressed interest in him.

Miss. Kana led the boy through the gates of Tech Town Home for Boys. The directors, Mr. and Mrs. Derisory opened the door, giving the boy a look of disapproval. "Again?"

"Yes… the Avery's just couldn't care for him. I have another family he could try next week."

"That's wonderful…" Mrs. Derisory led Ventus inside. "Go to the office, Ventus." He obeyed; Mr. Derisory soon joined his wife in the office with the boy.

"What happened?"

"I don't know… I thought they liked me…"

The man growled, "Well they didn't! You're the weakest, most pathetic child I've ever seen! No one likes you; we don't like you, the other boys don't like you, no families like you, not even your own parents liked you!"

Ventus began to cry. "I know…" He stood and walked out. He went outside and sat down under a tree and sobbed.

"Hey Venny!" A bigger boy named James came nearer. "So… they sent you back again…"

His friend, Gabriel, grabbed the blonde by his shirt collar, "Well, who would want this wimp anyway?" He threw Ventus against the tree. "All he's good for is a punching bag for us. Now stand still shorty!"

"Stop!" Ventus cowered against the tree as the two older boys pummeled him with their fists. They finally tired of their game and left a bloody-nosed Ventus lying there. "No one wants me… no one cares about me… not even my parents…"

He walked up to the attic, where he slept; it was his only refuge from the others. "If my parents wanted me they wouldn't have left me…" He collapsed on his cot and cried thinking of his origins. All he or anyone knew was that his mom left him on the stairs of this very home when he was two days old. Ever since then, he had never belonged anywhere. "Please, come find me…" He pulled a drawing out of his pocket. It was a poorly drawn picture, but it made him happy. There were three stick figures; one was smaller than the others with spikey blonde hair, it was him. The other figures were a man with hair like his and a woman with curly blonde hair. Written in scribbly handwriting was the sentence, 'me with my mommy and daddy'.

Ventus looked at it and began to cry harder. He knew it was no use wishing… no family would ever want him; he would never have a mommy or daddy.

That night, Ventus skipped dinner. He stared out the attic window sadly. Finally he made up his mind. He put his only other pair of clothes and the picture in a small bag; the boy grabbed the blanket off his cot and snuck downstairs.

Just his luck, it was beginning to snow; the boy went out the back door, taking great care to close it quietly, and ran. He ran and ran, trying to get as far away from that evil home as possible.

The snow fell harder and harder as he fled. Finally the boy stopped running; he was far enough out of town, that there were no buildings or people, only trees. Ventus crouched down under some thick low-hanging branches and covered himself with the blanket.

"I'm just gonna stay here and die…" He cried quietly.

"Who's there?" A voice called out in the dark. Ventus grew silent. Again the voice called out, "Come out… I know you're here!" The boy came out from under the branches and saw a hooded figure in black. The figure removed his hood and Ventus saw a tanned man with golden eyes and long silver hair. "Boy, what are you doing out here?" The blonde didn't answer. "It's too cold to be out here, especially alone. Why don't you go home to your family?"

"What family…? What home…?"

The man raised an eyebrow. "You don't have a home?"

The boy shook his head sadly, "I was abandoned at two days old; I don't have anyone. I ran away from the orphanage, and I was just gonna sit here and die…"

The man looked at the ragged boy; something about him stood out. "What is your name?"

"Ventus…"

"Well Ventus, maybe I can help you and you can help me." The caught the blonde's attention. "I am in need of a new student to teach and you're in need of a home. Maybe, you can come and learn to wield a Keyblade from me and I can give you a home; what do you say to that?"

"Ya mean it?"

"I do…"

The boy charged forward and hugged the man, "Oh thank you! Thank you! How can I ever repay you?" "You don't need to," the man replied, but he was thinking otherwise. "This boy could be the one…" He took Ventus's hand "Come, let me take you to your new home…"

As they walked, Ventus looked up at his new teacher with his big blue eyes and asked, "What do I call you sir?"

"You may call me… Master Xehanort."

For those of you who read Final Stand you might remember me mentioning this in Devil's Bayou. I know it's sad, I nearly cried while writing it.

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Next time...

Fire and Fury (Aqua's story)