DISCLAIMER: All characters, worlds, and many other things in this story are copyrighted by SquareEnix and Disney. I do, however, take credit for the writing of this story. Most of the dialog is taken directly from the game, and I myself watched the game to make the script.

EDIT: I will be continuing the story through CoM and KH2. It is starting at KH1 and going through everything, until we reach the end.

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Thanks for your time on reading . Don't worry, I'm not rambling anymore after this!

The crest fallen waves lingered upon the sand dancing their way around my feet. The water spirits had their ways of seducing unknowing travelers into their grasps. Unfortunately, I was one of them. Such a distant victim to their call for lust. Soon the water would envelope my body and stifle my ability to breath.

That's how it felt when the darkness first swallowed me. I guess I did bring it upon myself though, seeing as how I submitted myself so willingly.

I guess I was a victim. In my opinion, a victim of my own stupidity. But, as Sora says, most victims see themselves as being guilty in someway or another. So, this is my creed. Blaming myself for what Ansem did to me.

I know it's not appropriate for a male to cry, but what else could I do once I was in complete darkness? Sitting there, all alone, knowing that I had condemned my best friend and the only female I ever had feelings for, it was like being in hell. The darkness was hell. How else am I to describe it? I was eternally damned with Ansem himself playing the role of the soul reaper.

He thought that a life was like a thread, so thin and easy to snip. And, of course, being our reaper-of-souls, he had the scissors. Am I using enough references now? Do you finally understand?

No, I don't think anyone ever will. You can't understand how it feels to have such a sinister presence inside you, so deep that the thoughts of the possessor echoes into the depths of your soul. No one can ever understand what I went through. No one. Because they don't know how it is. They know nothing, therefore can understand nothing.

I guess the old reaper did make sense with something though, huh?

Anyway, now that you've all seen dear Sora's side of the story, it's time for you to see mine.

So here, let me sweep my arm aside from you and allow you to enter my deepest thoughts and feelings during our little adventure.

And, as many have said before, this is the way to Kingdom Hearts: Another Side, Another Story.

But this time, accept no imitations. This is my story the way it happened. Not the way other people believed it to.