Do I really gotta spell it out for you people? I don't own Kingdom Hearts, or Power Rangers. If I did, Kingdom Hearts 3 would have been released YEARS ago.

Ventus took in a deep breath, beating down the fear that was threatening to rise as he remembered. "My name is Ventus, and I don't remember a lot about my past." He started easily. "I've been a partial amnesiac since I was 14." Seeing the looks on their face he kept talking. "So for roughly two years now. What I know for sure is my first name, my age, and my birthday. Everything else is spotty and fuzz at best, completely gone at worst. Sad as it is, that wasn't a real problem for me until about a month ago, when Xehanort, the man I'm absolutely sure was the cause of my amnesia, started to move."

"How did he get close enough to wipe your mind?" The woman in pink asked.

"I have no idea." Ventus sighed tiredly as he ran a hand over his face. "What I do know for sure though is that I was under his thumb for years before he wiped my memories and handed me off to Eraqus, the man who trained me and my best friends as Keyblade Wielders." He shuttered, squeezing his eyes shut as hazy memories of those years threatened to overwhelm him.

"Can you clarify that for us?" Wes inquired, trying to draw him back from the memories. "What are Keyblade Wielders?"

Ventus shot him a tired, grateful look and thought it over for a moment. "Keyblades are exactly as they sound." He started slowly. "Powerful and mystical blades that look like keys. Those who wield them are known as Keyblade Wielders, and traditionally they are warriors of Light and guardians of Balance. Currently there are about twenty masters and around forty apprentices scattered around, though in the past our ranks could easily contained over two thousand."

"And what about untraditionally?" The man in white and kakis asked.

Ventus looked at him with dead eyes. "That's when they fall into Darkness and, if they aren't saved in time, end up like Xehanort. At this point, unlike a good number of those who have fallen in the past, I'm absolutely sure that he's not redeemable."

"I'm confused." One of the male ninjas interjected. Everyone looked over at him. "Even if there aren't a lot, why didn't any of the other Masters notice his strange behavior?"

Ventus shook his head. "Xehanort is smart, very smart, and he hid the darkness in his heart for years. I think that the other Masters that were stationed in our sector had suspicions, but they couldn't do anything without evidence."

"Well then, how did you get here?" Wes asked.

"If what you told me was correct and I've been out for an entire day, then two days ago my friends and I confronted Xehanort and his apprentice, my dark half Vantias, after Master Eraqus' death and Master Veronica's disappearance. He was attempting to restart an ancient war that thousands upon thousands of Keyblade Wielders lost their lives in, all in an effort to recreate an ancient Keyblade of immeasurable power, capable of destroying all of reality with a single swing." Ventus admitted reluctantly. Their eyes widened as he continued. "We tried to stop him, but we were horribly outmatched from the start and ended up separated in our own fights. I lost sight of them after I stopped Vanitas from killing Aqua. I don't know what happened to them, but Vanitas and I kept fighting inside our shared heart. Just as I was about to end it all though, something weird happened. Some kind of weird power backlash that knocked me out in the end and probably destroyed him along with the incomplete blade." He looked up at them. "Next thing I know, I woke up here, and you guys probably know the rest better than I do.

Wes looked at him for a moment, studying him with calculating hazel eyes before he spoke. "What do you intend to do once you're healed?"

Ventus studied him in return for a moment. "I'm going after him. He has to be stopped, no matter what happens to me. I'm not afraid to make the ultimate sacrifice if that's what it takes." His voice was dead, cold, and sounded like a vow to the Rangers.

The adults glanced at each other in worry for a second, before they rehashed their ideas about him. He my be a child in body, but he was a war veteran in mind.

Time to be straight with him.

"Alright Ventus." Wes started with a sigh. "I'm not going to lie. You're a minor in our world, in other words someone under the age of eighteen and not yet legally considered an adult." Ventus went to protest, but Wes lifted up a hand to cut him off before he got started. "Not that its a bad thing to be young, but we can't let you wander around the world on your own without someone getting overly curious. The lives of the people in this world are documented from birth, and if you were to just suddenly pop up out of nowhere, no documentation at all, people would get suspicious."

"Number one rule of a Keyblade Wielder, no medaling in the affairs of a world." Ventus recited. "We may help out from time to time with more serious problems, but we're not allowed to drastically change anything."

"Well in our world, you may not have a choice." The man in white and kakis piped up. Ventus looked at him in confusion for a moment, before the man smiled, his brown eyes softening. "I'm Tommy Oliver, probably the best example of that in the room. Our sector has the unfortunate luck of being a hub for powerful crazies that want to conquer the world or the universe. To combat them, a new team of heroes are selected at random every one to two years by the Power. As the name implies, it is a powerful mystical energy that to this day we still don't fully understand."

"Why are you telling me this?" Ventus asked, curiously. "It seems like something that would be a major secret."

"A secret you're now unwittingly part of." Tommy explained seriously as he pointed to the device on Ventus' wrist. "That device is known among those chosen as a Morpher, the Lightning Morpher to be exact, and it can only be used by someone with the blood of a Lightning Ninja. Problem is, all of the known Lightning Ninja were killed in the crossfire of a major battle about eight years ago."

Ventus looked down at the morpher thoughtfully. "And with my memory loss and the fact that I'm supposedly not originally from this planet, my past is an untraceable blur."

"Either way," One of the men in ninja uniforms spoke up, drawing all attention to himself. "Your blood unlocked a biometrically sealed vault that was hidden under the entrance to the Lighting Academy. Your parents may have been Lighting Ninja, or maybe even your grandparents. Bottom line is, the Lightning Morpher is now yours, and you will need to be trained."

Ventus looked dismayed, and then thoughtful. "Can it wait until after I've hunted down Xehanort?" He inquired. "I don't want to leave a threat that big wandering around unchecked. As it is, I might be the last one who stands a chance at stopping him."

The ninja nodded. "We'll start you off with the basics while you're healing. Basic energy manipulation, meditation techniques, and ninja streaking. It never hurts to have a trump card when you're dealing with someone that powerful. The moment you're done however, I expect you to come back so we can continue your training. The Lighting Academy has been a dead school for nearly a decade, you may be the last chance we have to revive it to it's former glory."

Tommy looked thoughtful for a moment before he spoke up. "My wife Kimberly and I will start teaching you our ways too. The path of the Ninjetti is a long and difficult road, but the rewards far outweigh the drawbacks." The woman in pink nodded in agreement.

Wesley piped up where they left off. "I'll start working on forging your documentation. If you're going to be here for training we'll need to enroll you in the local high school once school starts to avoid suspicion. Tommy and Kimberly will pose as your foster family while you're training with the holder of the Fire Morpher."

"The Fire Morpher?" Ventus questioned, tilting his head to the side curiously.

"Surely you did not think the Lightning Morpher was the only one of it's kind, did you young one?" An older voice asked, amusement clear in it's deep tenor. Everyone in the room turned to see a man in black robes walk into the room. As the ninja's leapt to their feet and bowed in respect Ventus' eyebrow raised at the fact that his hair was a bright orange that matched the trimming on his robes, and his eyes were star sliver that gleamed with humor and carefully controlled and refined power. "No, the Lighting Morpher is only one in a set of seven Morphers, which were split between the four Ninja Academies for protection."

"Then why is it so important that I learn?" Ventus asked, waving a hand towards the morpher. "If there are six others that can fight why can't they do it without me?"

The older man smiled ruefully. "True, there are six others that can fight the coming battle, but unlike you there are also numerous other students from each academy that could be chosen should our first choices decline. As far as we are aware, you are the last of the Lightning Ninja. We can not afford to search for an alternative because we are not sure there will be one. The morpher and it's power chose you for a reason, so who are we to disagree? After all, for there to be balance, there must always be four."

"Four?" Ventus questioned as the man he assumed was an aged master gracefully sat in one of the offered seats.

The master nodded and continued. "The Wind Academy, which has produced students of the three elements, Air, Water, and Earth for as long as time has known." His voice was grave and serious, porously drawing all of the attention in the room. "They are the most balanced of the three, and a true master of the Wind Style can effortlessly control and direct all three with ease. The Thunder Academy, which trains Ninja with minds that can withstand the harshest of mental assaults and turn them on their attackers without a second thought through the use of concentrated sound and shockwaves. A master of the Thunder Style is steadfast, and once their loyalty is given it is not easily lost. The Fire Academy, which produces ninjas born with the ability to direct their inner fire in the real world, and unshakeable wills of steel that will bend to no leader that they do not choose themselves." His silver eyes glittered with something for a moment that Ventus couldn't identify before he continued. "The Lightning Academy, which was famous for producing ninja with the potential to move faster than the speed of light and manipulate raw energy at whim."

"Sounds a lot like Magic." Ventus mused as he mulled over the explanation in his head.

"It is a good deal like your magic." The master affirmed. Ventus looked up at him in shock as he laughed. "You are not the first Keyblade Wielder to visit our world young one, and you will most certainly not be the last. Your partner, the wielder of the Fire Morpher, is quite the accomplished Keyblade Master herself."

Ventus opened and closed his mouth in shock for a few minutes, before nodding in acceptance. "When can I meet her?" He inquired almost eagerly.

"As soon as you are healed young one." The master assured. "We can not, in good conscience, train you before you are back at one hundred percent. According to her, you need time to recover your magic as well otherwise she would have used a Cure Spell the moment she saw you. I trust her judgement on such matters, as should you."

Ventus sighed in both disappointment and acceptance. "Thank you master."

The aged master chuckled as he stood once more. "I am no master young one, merely a teacher. You may call me Sensei Ardor."

"Only if you call me Ventus, Sensei." Ven countered with a smile.