A/N: And you would be reading my story, why? J/k I'm not really good at these kinds of stories. Actually, I'm pretty good, but that depends on what your definition of good is. It's summer so I have all the time in the world. so to speak. I've already written out 20 pages of the thing and I have no idea where I'm going to put the chapters. Riku IS going to be in this story, but he will NOT be paired up with a guy. I've already written this story and developed the plot so that he's paired up with the girl in here. For all of those who stay loyal to me and read, good for you. All of the other people, well then screw you too. J/K again. I'll probably write a Riku/Sora story later on. Or whatever kind you want, just give it in the review and I'll write it up for you, but when school starts, don't expect a lot of updates every week from me, okay? I'm going to be a freshman and it's not going to be a very wonderful life for me in high school.

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Disclaimer: I don't own this. I wish I owned Riku, though. Who wouldn't?

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"That's what happened to your great grandfather so many years ago. He finally got back to Kairi, but I believe they traveled the world after that."
"Grandma, what happened to the Keyblade? Do you still have it."
"Oh, no, no, dear. Whenever Sora knew it was his time to pass on, the Keyblade just disappeared."
"But grandma, you said it yourself: The Heartless have been set free once more."
"I know, Kira. I know."
"So is there going to be a new Keyblade master?"
"Who knows? All we can do is hope and pray."

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"Kira! Where are you!?" Samara was running down the beach, looking for her younger sister. "Fine. If you don't want to know where the Secret Place is then I'll go by myself." Samara flipped her blood red hair out of her face and smirked as a blue eyed little girl came running from behind a coconut tree, her sand colored hair bouncing behind her. She clung to Samara's bare leg (only being under the older girl's chest), and looked up at her with big eyes "You really wouldn't leave me here, would ya, Samara." Samara picked up and set her on her shoulders. "I sure wouldn't. So let's get going." Samara and Kira were sisters. Their parents "disappeared" during a terrible storm. Their grandmother was the daughter of Sora and Kairi, who you may know from their previous feats. Samara is a red haired, yellow eyed, young girl of the age 14. She wears a red tank top and tan shorts most of the time, obviously because of the warm climate of the island.
Kira, her younger sister, has sand colored hair. She usually wears sun dresses or something to play in. Samara walked over to a dark area and parted some vines. "There may be some bugs in here, are you scared?" she looked up to see the expression on Kira's face.
Kira shook her head back and forth cutely.
"Well then let's go." Samara took Kira's hand and walked through the dark pathway.
"They walked into and open area and Kira gasped. As soon as Samara took her off of her shoulders, she ran over to the wall and ran her hand over all of the old drawings.
Samara looked at all of them, a bright smile creeping over her face. She was looking for a certain drawing. There it was! The picture was at the bottom near the far right corner of the cave.
"Hey Kira, come over here and look at this picture." Samara waved her little sister over to her and she came running to her.
"What is it?" she bounced down next to her and plopped herself down on the ground where Samara was squatting.
Samara pointed to a picture of a girl and boy. The boy in the picture was holding a Papou fruit to the girl, and the girl was doing the same in return.
"That's great grampa and grama. They drew each other's pictures when they were younger. Later on, when they were a bit older, grampa Sora drew a Papou fruit to express his feelings for grama Kairi."
Kira giggled. "Ooo. feelings."
Samara rolled her eye and pushed her over. "Oh, just grow up you brat." She stood up and walked over to the silver door. "I can't believe it's still here. after all this time." Samara slowly ran her hand over the maze of patterns.
"Kira! Come out of there! It's time for your nap!" Their grandmother called from the outside of the cave.
"Aw, man! Coming, grandma!" Kira pouted.
"Scoot you annoying little thing." Samara pushed her out and laughed.
"These drawings are so old. There are some of grandma's." Samara slowly made her way around the cave, looking at all of the drawings and wondering how old they were. There were a few that she could tell who drew them because of how much detail was actually put in them. "Oh! Mom and dad's drawings! Hmm." Samara picked up piece of rock and went over to an empty spot near the door. She then began drawing a picture of herself, sitting alone on a Papou fruit tree. The chalk fell to the ground and she leaned against the silver door.
"Grandma told us about Kairi and Sora. but what about the other guy with them? I think his name is Riku. I've seen pictures of him, he's very handsome. Maybe I'll go ask."
Samara grabbed the side of the door to help herself up as soon as she did a flash of light flickered in her eyes. There was nothing but darkness.
"Where am I!? Someone! Help me!" she screamed, but it only echoed in the darkness. If she looked hard enough she could see someone. Squinting her eyes, she was able to get a better look. 'Hey,' she thought. 'That kinda looks like.'
"Riku!" It was him! He was just floating there in the darkness. Samara began running to him, reaching out to him.
All of a sudden she began floating into the air. It was like gravity was gone completely.
"Riku! Wake up! Can you hear me!? Come on!" she ran over and tried to shake him awake, but he was ice cold. He didn't even budge and she violently shook him.
Gravity once again became a reality. She began to fall into the blackness, Riku's vague figure disappearing. "What's happening!?"
She jerked and opened her eyes. Looking around, she noticed she was back in the cave with the drawings. Sweat rolled down her face and her heart slowly went back to normal from the quick pace it was just in.
"What was that?" she looked all around her. Nothing. Had that really just happened? Samara pushed the experience into the corner of her mind and walked out, not even noticing a tiny light coming out of the keyhole on the door.
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"I'm going out to my island, Gram!" Samara grabbed her knapsack and ran out of the door.
"Samara! It's going to storm! Don't you stay out there too long! I'm not going to come and get you if it does." Her grandmother warned.
"Samara! Wait for me!!!" Kira ran after Samara.
"Oh no you don't!" her grandmother picked her up by her shorts and brought her back inside. "You're cleaning that huge mess in your room!" she pointed in the direction of a huge pile of clothing and toys.
"But gramma!!!"
"No 'buts'! Get in there, now!"
Samara jumped over the side of the dock and landed in the sand. She put her sunglasses on her head and shaded her eyes as she looked up at the sun. "I think I'll swim to my island, just to see if I can beat my old time." She pressed a button on her stopwatch and jumped into the deeper part of the water, quickly swimming towards a small island connected to the main one by a bridge. Finally reaching it, she jumped onto the sandbar in the back and climbed up the latter.
The curved papou tree had grown bigger and stronger, now having tons of shade and many fruit, ripe to pick and eat with that certain someone of your choice.
"Great! I see some fresh ones ready to be picked at the top." Samara opened her knapsack so she could put some fruit in it, and then she climbed the tree. The fruit went landing into her knapsack with a soft "plop."
A few minutes later she was laying on the curved part of the tree in her black and red bikini, getting a tan, her sunglasses no longer on the top of her head, but on her face, shielding her eyes from the bright sun. Soon, she fell asleep, not really caring because she wasn't the type of person to get a tan so easily. Living on an island all your life did have its benefits every once in a while. While she slept, a dark cloud began covering the whole island. The darkness spread and soon, the storm was upon her.
"Hmm. hey!" she got up and put her shades back on her head and looked up at the cloud in the sky. She wondered what had blocked out her sun. The cloud was pitch black and the wind quickly picked up. "Whoa!" she fell off of the tree and into the water. Samara came up gasping for air, the waves crashing over her violently. With great difficulty she climbed back up onto of the island and tied on her red cover up. It whipped around her legs, lashing out at them because of the great force of the wind.
"Samara!" Kira came running to the island on the other side of the bridge where Samara was. "Samara! Grandma disappeared! I went next door, but all of the grown ups are gone! I think there's a hurricane or something coming! Sama-ah!" Part of the bridge broke and Kira fell through, grabbing onto the splintered edge of the bride. "Samara! Help! I can't hold on!"
Samara ran down the bridge , struggling with all her might not to be forced over the side. She grabbed Kira's hand and pulled her up. There was a large cut on the palm of her hand and there were a few splinters from the broken wood.
"Samara, my hand hurts." mumbled Kira, who had her head on Samara's chest.
"We'll get it fixed up. We're going to go to the secret place, okay?"
Kira nodded and they ran towards the cave. Samara picked Kira up so they could move faster, and she quickly ran across the sand.
"Samara! You dropped your bag!" Kira pointed behind them. Samara set her down since they were already there and ran back to grab it. If she didn't have her bag, then she couldn't fix up Kira's hand properly so it could heal.
"Ah! Samara!" Kira pointed at a large coconut tree, then crouched down with her hand over her head as it began to fall towards her.
"No! Kira!" Samara ran and dodge rolled over to her then stood up and caught the massive tree in her hands. She cried out in pain as the trees whipped across her arms, leaving long cuts. Blood now ran freely from her wounds and it rolled down her arms, dripping on the sand.
"Samara?" Kira looked up at her sister with pleading eyes.
"Kira! Go inside the cave! Now!" Kira scrambled into the darkness and Samara tossed the tree to the side. Picking up her knapsack, she slung it over a shoulder and sluggishly walked into the cave. She found Kira huddled up in the corner where she had drawn her picture earlier. Kira was shivering and her hand looked as if it would get infected if not cleaned soon. Samara smiled and sat next to her. Reaching into her knapsack she pulled out a bottle of salt water and a bandage.
"Hold out your hand. This will sting, but that saltwater will help your cuts."
Kira did as she was told and she winced a bit as the saltwater passed over her open wound. Samara firmly but gently pulled the splinters out of her hand and bandaged it.
"Samara, you're bleeding." Kira softly touched the cuts on her arms that had blood coming from them. Samara smiled weekly and pulled on a jacket from her knapsack, knowing she had noting to clean or bandage them with.
"It's just a few small cuts. I'm going to be fine." But in the back of her mind, she knew if she didn't get them fixed up soon, she was going to become weak, and not able to help Kira if something bad happened. Samara ran her hand over Kira's head and closed her eyes, hoping some sleep would help get her mind off of the things that had just happened.
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Samara woke up a few hours later, having been asleep so long because of the loss of blood.
"Samara! The door is glowing!" Kira pointed at the now red door that light was illuminating from.
"Get away from there!" Samara pushed her out of the way and the door flew open. They were being pulled into the light! Samara grabbed Kira and pulled her away from the door. With a great struggle, she was able to pull them both to the cave entrance and away from the suction.
"Kira. That was close. Are you alright?" There was no response from her little sister. Turning around she looked at the entrance in horror. There were three Heartless holding her against her will, and holding back her screams of distress. Before Samara could even utter a word, they pulled her into the dark cave and disappeared.
"No! Kira!" Samara fell onto her knees in the sand and punched the ground, tears running down her face. She had let them take away her little sister, the one she promised to look after. Pieces of tree and wood flew past her, the hurricane still very much active. A piece of plywood clipped her cheek and began bleeding. She didn't even care. She didn't even wipe her face. Samara looked over at her island with hate in her eyes.
She began making her way towards the water, and as soon as her bare feet touched the cool edge of the shore, everything stopped moving. Plywood fell into the ground from its previous position in the air and the water stayed in one place, not even a ripple of water.
"What. what happened?" Samara walked forward and was able to stand ontop of the water and gasped in astonishment. The water all of a sudden went up into a massive wave and crashed down over her. She panicked as the wave carried her further and further out to sea.
The undertow finally let loose and she swam up, gasping for air. The water out in this part of the ocean was much calmer, and she could easily float without having fear of crashing waves. As she looked down she could clearly see the bottom of the ocean, and all of the tiny little creatures that swam by past her feet. The shore was nowhere in sight and it was starting to get dark.
"Someone help me!" although her attempts to call for help were futile, she continued to scream, hoping that someone...anyone. Then luck brushed against her. A hand pulled her out of the water just as she began falling asleep, and put her onto a raft.