It all started like any normal day. A lone figure lay on the sandy beach that it was oh so familiar with, enjoying some well deserved peace and quiet. They dreamed of a peaceful world where nothing could go wrong, they and their friends all exploring the worlds they had seen before. Re-visiting Simba maybe, or possibly the Beast and Belle, and dropping in for another song with Ariel and Sebastion, then maybe even visiting King Mickey, and their best friends, Donald and Goofy. But the peace and quiet of their dream world could not last forever as a mouthful of sand was fulled, and the figure jumped up, spitting it out into the ocean. Laughter from another person was all that filled the figures ears, and in instinct the figure spun around and hit the person hard on top of the head.
"Yow! Why'd you have to go and do that!?" A young boy with long, messy, purple-tinted hair yelled, his barely visible blue eyes piercing the figure. He was currently dressed in a new jacket, colored mostly white on the outside, except the black vertical stripe that went on either side of the zipper and connected together naturally, and a blue horizontal strip above a yellow horizontal stripe that lined the bottom of the outfit, the two separated by another white horizontal line., the zipper not reaching the bottom, showing a bit of an orange shirt under the jacket. The loose baggy blue jeans that sat around his waist, two different shades of blue separating the pockets and jeans, the latter being darker than the former, a belt serving as a good way of keeping his pants up. His feet were covered by shoes that were hidden mostly by the jeans, but the black and white shoe tips still showed. The figure even took the time to notice today that the boy's arms were particularly muscular, and the white fingerless glove he wore on his left arm, up a bit past his wrist.
"You almost killed me with that sand!" The Figure responded in a boy's voice.
"Whatever." The older boy responded. "She was wondering if you were still awake. It's not every day that the King asks for you to come to the castle, and you know how mad she gets when you take too long to get ready."
"Yeah, yeah." The younger boy answered, walking the length of the beach to a doorway that lead to the other side. He didn't reach the door before it swung open, and a girl stormed out at the boy.
"What was taking you two so long! I sent Riku to get you ten minutes ago!" The girl shouted.
Both of the boys jumped back from the door, landing on their backs from the shock of the girls attitude, only to be more shocked from the giggling above them. The girl was standing innocently above them with her smile sitting smugly on her face. "Did I really get you guys?"
"Yeah, you got us good Kairi." The younger boy answered. "Riku was just being a jerk like usual."
"Ah, shut up, twerp!" The boy named Riku shouted, placing his hand on the younger boy's head, messing up his hair as he stood himself up. As the boy made it to his feet, he stared at the girl, observing her appearance like he had Riku.
Kairi had shoulder-length brown hair that seemed to be getting darker every day, and purple tinted eyes, a unique feature he loved. Moving down, she was wearing a pink dress with three zippers, two running down the left and right sides of her chest, and to the bottom, and the third between the two, and a white dress that was mostly hidden, except for the section of her dress that was unzipped half way down her chest in a V shape, the dress stopping barely below her waist. A belt mid way up her dress, around her stomach. He finally made note of her usual Purple Shoes that hid her bare feet from the sand.
The boy stood, dusting the sand off himself, and smiling up at his friends. "Don't worry, I'm fine I just-" Was all he managed to say before stopping abruptly with his jaw dropped. A figure was in perfect view of the place he called "The Secret Place" and was walking towards it!
"S-" Kairi started before the boy burst after the figure into the cave where the door was hidden in. As he entered the cave, the figure was observing the door, wearing an Organization XIII cloak. Without thought, the boy summoned his magical blade, which looked just like a normal key, mindlessly swinging it at his opponent as he did to all enemies.
"You'll need more than the dulled blade, keyblader." The figure yelled, swinging around, the cloak flying off so fast that the boy didn't get to see the enemy in it until a black hand was holding the keyblade with ease.
"You. You're a heartless!" The boy yelled in shock, seeing a normal shadow holding the blade without pain.
"I'm much more, Sora. But, you must wait to meet my savior before you can fight me. Just remember that Bob let you live today." The heartless spoke, his voice resonating from his body. Then he swung Sora over his head, and into the door, knocking the keyblade wielder into unconsciousness for the time being.