A/N: I have a confession.

My guilty pleasure in life is PreCure (or Pretty Cure if you want to be pedantic). Every part of my inner writer is reviled by the story, the cliches, heck even the character stereotypes that you get in them. And yet...

And yet at the moment my Monday afternoon is usually swept away as soon as the cheery opening theme tune of Smile PreCure is turned on! OAO

And from there on this little attempt at a parody was born. Considering that Kingdom Hearts as a thriving male community in its cast and a feminine cast that only numbers a paltry nine from the Square Enix team (did not include the Disney cast), that may or may not expand considerably since The World Ends With You is being connected to the KH franchise ((oh god, this is almost perfect)), I thought the series lended itself perfectly to a magical boy perspective. Technically speaking... it isn't that far off from the genre. It's just missing the transformation scenes (and yes; I will be making them so long that it seems ridiculous that an enemy hasn't attacked them yet).

You'll have to bear with me though; currently I'm having laptop transferral issues (i.e. I broke my old laptop's screen and a lot of my fanfiction and university work is on it so I'll have to sort out a transfer to the new laptop the cheapest way possible). While I'm fortunate enough that I managed to get the latest updates of EA and AnR done and dusted, the new chapters and notes for them are not in my possession at the moment.

Until then, please take this silly little introductory chapter as an apology for possibly taking even longer than usual to get the other two chapters out. Thank you for choosing to read this! Please enjoy and leave a review :D ((it gives me an idea of whether to continue this little bout of silliness or not))

WARNING: Will most definitely contain boyslove (I'm a shounen-ai/yaoi/slash writer. Can't ever forget my roots). Just won't be so overt since romance is not a huge preoccupation with modern day magical animes (or at least, not as big a preoccupation as saving the world from evil and whatnot). Will poke fun at cliches and whatnot. Will probably make references to the many many magical girl animes, manga, comics or other spoofs that you can find dotted around (done my research). I am not liable if I accidentally break your minds with my choice of "magical boys"; also will not be being completely faithful to all character personalities in the game. This fiction may or may not cause fits of giggles, rage or other strong emotional reflexes.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

~~The Prelude of Change~~

The old sorcerer watched with eagle sharp, world weary eyes as yet one more star blinkered out of existence, followed by another one. His hand stroked his long grey beard, a habit done out of the anxiousness he felt.

The world that he had painstakingly created with the help of others when fantasy and magic were starting to become threatened by human fear, the sanctuary made for the stories that had faded away into folklore and legend, was in danger. With every star flickering out, another source of the Fantasy Realm's energy had disappeared, possibly even eaten away. Only few places remained, and many others damaged to a point that not even the denizens of the Fantasy Realm could ever hope to repair by themselves. Another star flickered in its dying moments.

"Time is running out…"

Disney Town and Castle stood as one of the remaining places that was still intact, acting has a place of refuge for citizens of the other domains within the Fantasy Realm that escaped from their disappearing homes. The colourful town was struggling under the weight of responsibility towards many of the refugees, some becoming greyer and greyer every day, memories of their homes disappearing or being destroyed haunting both their sleeping and waking moments. With the king gone fighting against the source of the negative forces eating away at the life energy of the Fantasy Realm, the small kingdom's queen was left with the task of the care of every person that lived there or seek out shelter under its banner.

As she sat in her husband's study, she listened carefully to an old friend and great advisor's words; the Wizard Merlin. She smiled quietly every time the old coot accidentally stepped on his ridiculously long beard or got it trapped in some nook in the furniture. It was a little amusement in a town that hadn't seen much in the way of laughter for a long time. Even the shining white walls of her castle home seemed to be growing greyer by the day.

"As I was saying," the wizard said irritably, having had his pet owl Archimedes pull his beard out of a crack in the desk, "the seven jewels have finally been crafted and now is the time to search them out in the human world. If we don't send guides to them now, the Fantasy Realm will all but disappear." He then looked at her gravely, his face serious through his bushy beard and moustache. "This is our only chance now, Minnie."

She nodded her head, scratching one of her large, velvety black ears with a gloved hand. It had taken a long time for every piece of their solution to the problem to fall into place. If they didn't act now there would be no second chance. "Summon the strongest survivors of those dominions to the throne room." She stood from her seat, watching as the enchanted broomsticks that were waiting upon her orders suddenly left the room.

Queen Minnie Mouse sat on the throne of her absent husband, her trusted aide Lady Daisy Duck on one side, Merlin on the other. Daisy held a small wooden box in her feathery hands, her eyes fixated on the door as it opened. Minnie herself couldn't help but keep her gaze fixed, watching as a ragtag group of many appeared in the throne room beside the Court Wizard and the Captain of the Guard. She recognised them all from the first batch of refugees that escaped their disappearing homelands.

Two little house-mice from the Castle of Dreams, one dressed in red and the other in yellow and green.

A crab and a seagull from the far-off shores and seas of Atlantica. The crab was clinging onto the seagull's feathery white back for dear life.

A clock, a candelabra and a little teacup that could move, talk and do anything any normal creature of the Fantasy Realm could do from the Beast's Castle.

Three good fairies, though elderly in appearance, that were strong enough to escape the Enchanted Dominion. One dressed in red robes, another in green, and the last in blue.

A small white rabbit in a red waistcoat and carrying an overly large golden pocket-watch that was barely ticking now; he came from the mysterious and strange Wonderland.

A towering bright blue genie, accompanied by a small monkey in a purple vest and red fez, and a red cawing macaw parrot that was known to be a chatterbox from the distant desert lands of Agrabah. The parrot had the genie's lamp in his orange talons.

With a heavy heart, she noticed that there was not one person or creature here from the Dwarf Woodlands. That would mean she would have to send one of her own to protect the one with the heart of that land's princess. She jumped from her seat and stood to her full height just as they approached her.

"As you are all aware of what is happening to the Fantasy Realm, time is now of the essence. The seven hearts of light that your homes' princesses all had have now reincarnated and matured in the human world. Now they must help us in the human world." She nodded to Daisy; her lady-in-waiting opened the box to show seven jewels, each one a colour of the rainbow, nestled on a bed of deep-blue crushed velvet. "These jewels will guide you to one of the princesses, awakening the capabilities of their current form, including the use of the keyblades." She closed her eyes; the Princesses of Light, as they were once known in life, were able to create keyblades from their hearts, but as there was never any need for them, that power lay forgotten in the analects of time. If there was ever a time to remember it, it was now.

Daisy was passing the jewels around, telling each group which coloured stone represented their princess. Minnie watched as the shines of orange, yellow, green, blue, violet and indigo glistened in the hands of the groups; the red jewel was left.

"Donald, Goofy, were there none strong enough from the Dwarf Woodlands?" Minnie asked the Court Wizard and Captain of the Guard.

"None Queen Minnie," Donald quacked. "Any survivors from there are just too weak to make the journey to the human world."

"Gawrsh Queen Minnie," Goofy mumbled, "what are we gonna do 'bout poor Snow White?"

Minnie nodded, knowing what had to be done. "Donald, Goofy, you both must go to the human world and find the one with Snow White's heart. Even without just one heart of light we could put the Fantasy Realm's recovery in danger." She glanced at the duck and dog with a regal commanding look; although they seemed worried, they seemed unwilling to question. "This is a most urgent task I place on all of you. Find the hearts, help them to defeat the Heartless that are eating away at the Imagination in human hearts."

"But how will we find them?" asked the little teacup from the Beast's Castle.

"The seven brightest stars in the sky," Minnie replied. "I shall transport you to those stars, but it will be up to you once you reach the human world from those stars."

"Stars?" the teacup asked, looking to the clock and candelabra.

"They say that the stars are the hearts of humans," the clock explained.

"If the stars are the quickest way to them, then let us make haste," the red fairy said firmly. There was a shared nod of agreement from the rest of the group. Minnie herself nodded but she had fears; what if they left but had no way of returning? She felt Merlin's gaze on her; something soothing seemed to exude from him even though she wasn't looking.

"Then I will send you to the human world," Minnie announced, raising her hand to the skies. The red jewel was securely in Donald's hand. "When you are there, you must make sure that no one, but the seven forms the Princesses of Light have taken, knows of the Fantasy Realm. Take any precautions necessary to safeguard the secrecy of our home." She closed her eyes, whispering magical words while feeling the warmth of magic in her hand. "For the sake of our home… please find them."

Seven beams of light, each a colour of the rainbow, appeared, taking the group from the throne room and into the sky, heading to the seven brightest stars. Minnie watched; all of their hopes now lay in their hands.

Sora Fujimoto was someone who only stood out from the crowd for one fact. It wasn't his appearance; he had blue eyes and a sun-worshipper's complexion, his mahogany hair styled and spiked in what was a popular fashion of the day. It wasn't the school uniform he wore, even though the summer uniform consisted of blue plaid trousers, white short-sleeved button-up shirt and blue plaid tie, something of an eyesore to public view. What made him truly stand out was the seven little brothers and sisters he had to take care of while his dad was working extra shifts again. Even more astounding of seeing the fifteen-year-old surrounded by seven little brothers and sisters, that all these siblings of his were septuplets.

"Aki! I'm watching you! Don't you dare!" The seven-year-old boy, who proudly claimed to be the eldest, stopped in his tracks, pouting as he put his hand down; it was holding an opened water bottle, only moments before threatening to spill the contents down his sister's shirt. Sora sighed; Aki was always the one trying to assert his authority, and his sister Ki was always trying to subvert it. At least Daidai was easy; he was eating an orange. "Midori! Mura! Don't go off!" Those two brothers on the other hand were more likely to wander off and Sora would be running after them like a headless chicken. Behind him, Ai and Ao were talking to each other.

When they were perfectly behaved and following after him, some of the women in the neighbourhood that they lived in likened them to a mother duck and her brood of ducklings. Right now, Sora felt like he had to deal with brown-haired and blue-eyed little monsters. "Aki!" The oldest septuplet had splashed water at the third oldest while Sora had been preoccupied with Midori and Mura.

There goes the Fujimoto brood, they would say. They would also say, 'there goes the seven dwarves and their caretaker. They just need a Snow White now.'

Sora firmly believed that they were doing fine without the 'original' Snow White; she left a good set of instructions for her eldest child to follow after her passing.

Roxas Taylor used to have a charmed life. He had two parents that doted upon him as he grew up without a want in the world, lived in a large house that almost seemed like a castle to his childhood eyes and a plethora of friends to rely on. Three tragedies took all that away. His mother died in a car accident that his father had survived, her last breath spent on a hospital bed as her son and husband wept over her passing. That had been the first tragedy. The second came in the form of a step-mother and her daughter, both of whom were especially cruel to him. The final tragedy was when his dad died in mysterious circumstances, the conclusion coming to suicide. Now Roxas was pretty much treated like a servant by his step-mother and step-sister, though he often thanked his lucky stars that his situation was no where near as dire as the little cinder girl from the tales he was told as a child.

He was allowed to go to school, though his step-sister had made it impossible for him to have many friends. He had a room, even though it was basically the attic rather than just the kitchen floor. He had some freedom, though chores always came first. But his step-mother never appeared to be as wicked as that same relative of Cinderella's. Strict, but never abusive. The same couldn't be said of his step-sister Larxene.

"Move it Sucks-Ass!" Roxas counted to ten in his head as he sidestepped closer to the wall, giving Larxene room to manoeuvre past him and his huge pile of laundry that he had to do. It didn't pay to fight back against her; she'd simper to his step-mother and paint a portrait of him as the villain. If there was anything cruel about his step-mother, it was the distance she put between him and her, including her long absences from home for business reasons and blind eye over the truth of her daughter's behaviour. He forced himself to smile.

"Sorry Larxene. My mistake." He had to swallow a lot of pride to make him even spit out the words. She just whacked some laundry off the top of his pile, stalking off up to her bedroom. He sighed, putting his basket down and going back to fetching the fallen pieces.

He used to not want anything, and now more than ever did he want just a helping hand or someone to just listen to him vent about his situation without fear of it being reported back to his step-relatives. He wanted to escape. But who was he kidding? He was no Cinderella. There was no one going to come for him.

Demyx Lowell was what his mother called a water baby. He was more at home in the water than he was on the land, and everything seemed to revolve around the water in his life. His bedroom was painted in watery colours, his shelves were decorated with all sorts of finds from his ventures along the shore and a wall in the house show cased his incredible swimming talents. He was even a gifted musician as well, preferring the sitar above all. You would not find a mother more proud of her son than Mrs. Lowell, but neither would you find one more worried.

Demyx's fascination with the sea could be dangerous in her mind. There were many times that she fretted that she had lost her precious boy to its murky depths, and many times she wondered if what she had given birth to was in fact a merman rather than a human boy. It was today that she was fretting again about whether her boy was safe or not; he had wandered off to the shore no doubt but he had said nothing about it to her. She knew he would frolic about in the surf in just his underwear if there was no one around. She knew he would try to swim farther and deeper into the water. The fear that he might never come back one night was very real.

It was about to turn six in the evening when he finally arrived in her doorway, hair dripping wet and school uniform hurriedly put on. She looked at him, her teal eyes showing the growing worry she had for her son. His inherited eyes just smiled back at her. "Hi Mom. What's for dinner?"

"You've been at the shore again," she said. This was too much for her poor heart.

"Yeah. What's the problem?" Demyx asked her, looking totally oblivious to what his antics was doing to her. He walked past her, heading for the stairs. "I'll be in my room if you need me. I've got to practice for tomorrow."

"Don't try to scoot around the issue here Demyx." Her voice grew firmer as the frustration pent up inside her small frame. This was the last straw. "You promised me you'd be home by four thirty. You're an hour and a half late."

"I lost track of time, alright. I'm here now." He was climbing the stairs.

"Demyx!" He had already disappeared into his room. She frowned heavily.

She had little idea that her little merman would be stumbling upon something truly remarkable tomorrow morning when he snuck out to the shore again.

Squall Leonhart –preferred name 'Leon'– didn't have an exactly normal home life. He had two parents that did care for him with the same sort of love and devotion found in any parent. It was just that… Leon was just embarrassed by his father.

Leon's parents lived separate lives. His mother, Raine Leonhart, ran a gastro pub within the town centre that he sometimes helped out with on weekends when he was staying around hers, but he lived with his father, Laguna Loire, since his house was closer to Leon's school. Leon wasn't the type to complain but… when his father wasn't doing his job as a travel journalist, he was trying to invent something in his basement. Which of course meant that he had gained himself the reputation as the local crazy man in town, sometimes even causing local disturbances (read: explosions) with his inventions. Which didn't really explain why Leon was staring at the leader of the self-proclaimed school disciplinary committee with annoyance.

Although he would never say it out loud, Leon was quite comfortable with his homosexuality. He didn't really attract attention to himself since he always buried his face in a book during the little free time he could get, and he tended to hide his capabilities in more 'girly' practices by keeping up with his kendo training rigidly. Even so, somehow the head of the disciplinary committee had found out about it and seemed to make it his mission to try and 'woo' him in a way that only he knew. It wasn't working.

Currently, Leon's book was in Seifer's hands. "What on earth are you reading? It doesn't make sense without pictures."

"Sometimes Seifer, people don't need pictures to imagine what's going on," Leon retorted, swiping the book back before trying to push past him. "Now if you excuse me, I have a project on this book to finish tonight." At that moment he heard a bang coming from where his house was. With a heavy sigh, he added, "And a mess to clean up as well."

All was well in Leon's rather abnormal life. If you told him that he had something of a beast of a fate to deal with in only a day's time, he wouldn't have believed you.