This is my first story that I've written on my own, and it really stems from my immense boredom during debate class as well as others (and I write serious stories when I'm bored…how sad is that?). I have no idea what possessed me to put it online, but here it is. I've already got a complete outline and 18 handwritten pages (but I haven't put them in the computer yet…stupid debate), but if anyone has good suggestions to improve it (NOT to tell me what a sucky writer I am) I'm all ears. Well, not literally. That's kind of freaky…

Ok, so the beginning is a bit boring, just two rather melodramatic scenes setting it up. It does get better, though. There's a bunch of flashbacks and stuff later. I guess I'll just get on with the story since I'm just sitting here with nothing else to say except

Disclaimer: Everyone else has one, so here's mine. I don't own KHI or II (I used to think that this meant that nobody had their own copy of the game…I'm slow) but I do own everything else that's not in it. I don't know if any of my friends will make a guest appearance yet, but if they do, they own themselves. KHI and II spoilers, so if you haven't played them TURN BACK NNNNNNOOOOOWWWWW!

Prologue part 1: Riku

Kairi stood looking upward, forlorn. "Sora, are you really…" She trailed off, not wanting to finish. Somehow, it seemed like if she said it, it would be spoken into existence, and so she denied it with all of the power in her newly regained heart. "No, it can't be! I won't let him go!" she cried.

"So, you have awakened at last, Princess." Kairi, Donald, and Goofy all turned towards the sound of a man's menacing voice. Xehanort's voice. "The Keyhole is now complete. You have my thanks…but now it's over," he said with a sweep of his browned hand. He advanced towards the trio, knowing they were nearly defenseless without their Keyblade master. Not against someone with his power.

"Don't make another move!" Donald said as he brandished his staff.

"Gawrsh, do ya think we can take him? All by ourselves?" asked Goofy nervously.

"I don't know," replied Donald, uncertainty in his voice as well.

Suddenly, Xehanort halted in the middle of the chamber. His body was twitching oddly, almost as if he was struggling to move. "Im…impossible…" he grunted.

"No!" Kairi recognized Riku's voice even before he appeared in front of Xehanort. Or rather, his heart (in an unusually human form) did, glowing with a golden aura. Apparently he still retained some power over his body, though now n the form of Xehanort. "You won't use me for this!" he said as he planted his feet and spread his arms. This was more for emphasizing his point than actually holding him back, as he had the substance of a mere apparition at most. Sora had made an ultimate sacrifice for Kairi's safety, and now it was his turn to help her the rest of the way.

Kairi stepped forward hesitantly. "Riku…"

"You've got to run! The heartless are coming!" Riku cut her off. As if on cue, Shadows began to appear from their dark portals around the room. Xehanort was still summoning his little minions, and the longer Kairi hesitated, the less time she would have to escape before the place was overrun.

She obviously couldn't just to leave him, but there was such urgency in Riku's voice, now reflected through his eyes though he was silent. Before she could make a move in either direction, however, Donald grabbed the young princess. "Run!" he yelled. It was a rather odd noise, a yell combined with a quack, Riku noted with a hint of amusement.

"Tr…aitor…" Xehanort managed to get out from clenched teeth. Riku turned to face his adversary. Now that Kairi was safe, he had one more thing to attend to. When Sora had freed Kairi's heart at the cost of his own, Riku had realized his mistake. Immediately he had tried to expel Xehanort's heartless from his body, but by then his hold had grown so strong that Riku's heart had been expelled instead, and his body had been transformed to the appearance of Xehanort's original body. Now Riku, through sheer force of will, had regained enough control to stop Xehanort, and he was preparing to retake his body for good.

Xehanort had other ideas. He was not about to relinquish the gift of a connection with the world of matter so easily. His heart was indisputably stronger than the boy's, aided as he was by the powers darkness granted. But why fight Riku when he could simply rid himself of the newfound nuisance? He couldn't move his body, but he could move his Heartless. He directed their intentions towards Riku's unprotected heart. Easy prey.

They swarmed over him instantly, pinning him to the ground. He was weaponless, and even then he would have no contact with it without a body. Only strength of heart could possibly save him, but not against so many. Riku grimly held on to the light surrounding him, for that was the only thing shielding him from them.

Heartless are obnoxiously single-minded, however, and nothing short of the Keyblade could turn them from their purpose. They clawed ever harder at the force they so detested, weakening it alongside any hope Riku may have had. He had known he couldn't do it, but he didn't enjoy the reality being thrust upon him. Of course, Xehanort did.

Now that he had regained compete control over the body of his young host, Xehanort strode across the floor and stood over him triumphantly. He wasn't happy with the loss of the princess, but this certainly helped ease his displeasure. "You must either accept darkness or be destroyed by it. You have made a foolish choice."

"Yeah, I…was stupid…" Riku said with considerable effort. "…when…when I listened to you…in the first place!"

"Then be consumed by the darkness you reject!" Xehanort turned away from him. It was a pity, really. Riku had made such a willing pawn, requiring so little effort to control. But with the Keyblade master gone, he wouldn't need much help anyway. He descended the right set of stairs by the platform, leaving Riku to his fate.

Riku could feel himself fading now. The light was gone, and it was only a matter of time before he was completely gone, sent to…wherever the Heartless go. Or would he be gone forever? Either way, he would never see his friends, never tell them how sorry he was for screwing everything up. Just before he surrendered, though, he heard a voice, faraway and ethereal. "Riku!"

He looked up. Kairi…? No, the voice wasn't hers. Not high enough. Vision was no help; he couldn't see hardly anything at all. Just a faint blur of shimmering aquamarine through the dark haze. One of the princesses? Yes, one of the ones he'd kidnapped, but not one of the Seven. How does she know my name…? He wondered dimly as that last patch of color faded to black. The deafening silence overwhelmed him, but not before he heard one last cry, distant and muffled though it was, that answered his question. "Rikki!"

Well, that's my first prologue. It's not terribly interesting, I know, but it gets better! Also, anyone with any good ideas for a title? I'm terrible at naming stuff, so if anyone has a good idea for a title please let me know about it, ok? Or maybe later when you start to know more what the story's about. Whatever. Vamo' Alla Flamenco!