A/N: My first KH story. It took me a while to think this up and even longer to write it. Well its a pretty short chapter compaired to what I usually write. Beware, I like horro and violence. And thats basically whats in this story. So if you hate ghory(spelling?) then dont read. Well this chapter isnt that bad, but later ones will.

Disclaimer: I do not own KH.......

Chapter 1: Blood Stained dreams, and Scarlet Whales.

The sun started to set on the Islands, the Destiny Islands.

The inferno orb sat on the dark line of the horizon, painting the skies with radiant pinks and oranges with a slight cool breeze flowing through that would send chills up anybody's spine.

The Islands were usually bright and active with its abnormal tall trees which were always brewing with life reaching the golden clouds, its yellow sandy beach, which had foot prints still embeded in it from the day, the wooden houses that lined the rushing waterfall that sat in the middle of it all, all the had happened there on the Islands. This little place saw alot, and was remembered still by a couple of the inhabitants there, but they kept quiet not to disturb the others there.

Usually the Islands would be buzzing with life even at night, they would set fires and sit around them.This was just one of those rare times when its quiet. The soft breeze carried sweet smells of food cooking through an open window, that collided with that of the salty ocean scent.

But the peace here was a facade.

It would all soon change..........

At this time everyone was now in their homes and getting ready for bed, each doing their higene(spelling?) routines, or eating dinner with their loved ones.

Except Riku.

Riku was sitting alone in a room, he leaned back in a chair with his legs propped up on a cypress wood desk. His black gloved hands rested behind his head, making a little basket out of them for his head to rest in. His bright crystal blue eyes were now clouded in mystery as he stared at the ceiling. There wasnt any way to conclude what he was thinking about, he always kept a straight face unless with his closest friends. He didnt have any troubles so eveeryone thought it strange that he now blocks off everyone.

He was in deep thought, thinking about a reaccuring dream he'd been having, but he couldnt make heads or tails of why he was having it or what it meant. He was so interested in wanting to figure it out that he would block out the world and isolate himself in a locked room to think about it. Which is where he was now, but too bad he forgot to lock the door

A white glove reached through the crack of the door it was a glove that could belong to only one person, and slowly opned it not making a sound. A skill he probably picked up from his journey to defeat Ansem. Sora curiously slipped through the door, and quietly shut it behind him. His eyes turned sorrowful when he saw his silver(or white) haired friend leaning back in the chair. Sora was starting to worry about him, since he didnt think it was very healthy to be stressed on one subject all the time. He slowly walked up to him not missing a crack in the floor, and cringing at the loud noise it made. Sora was sure he heard him now, but Riku didnt stir or say anything he was like a zombie.

Sora decided to play it safe and tap him on the head.Sora slowly reached his hand out, but when he was an inch away, Riku finaly spoke.

" Sora, have you ever thought that your dreams could mean anything?" He asked, looking out the corner of his eye but making no effort to move and look at him. This wasnt a question that Sora could give a cheerful smile and say something like a joke, Riku was seriouse, and Sora knew that. He looked puzzled, shortly thinking about the trivial question, his friend asked him expecting a mature answer.

"Um, no i havent really thought about that." Sora replied quietly, alittle sadened that he couldnt help in any way. Riku wasnt satisfied with his answer. He was now thinking abouyt Sora as the same little 15 year old, which he wasnt. Sora was now 17 which made Riku 18. Riku got up and quietly started to walk away, leaving a confused Sora in the room.

' Maybe some fresh air will help me figure this out.' He thought stepping out onto the beach. He listened to the waves make their soothing sound against various rocks, and the wind whistling in his ear, as he walk out to the ocean. The sand crunched under his oversize shoes, leaving deep footprints behind him.

He scanned the beautiful sight with the sunfire orb showing half way over the horizon. For some reason being out here at this time of day soothed him, making him feel realxed. His scanning stopped when his eyes met with a figure that he new didnt belong there. It was a girl his age just standing there. Her sleek cascade of brunette locks that tumbled to her waist swayed fiercly in the light breeze, and shined radiantly in the setting sun. She faced the ocean so he couldnt see her face, she wore a black boat neck shirt, with a long jean skirt that too was moving in a wave as the wind swept by it, and brown knee high boots, that had a heel of 3 inches which dug deeply into the friable sand.

Riku stared trying to place a face on her from anyone that lived on the Island, but failed , and was now sure that she didnt belong here. He new she wasnt new, since he didnt see a boat arrive, but then again he was never out side today to even noticed if there was or not. So he decided to ask.

"um, excuse me--" Riku started politely, but was cut off by her remote tone.

" The sea," She started, Riku didnt bother to interrupt, he just decided to listen. " With its iffy currents its unpredictable, just like life." Her tone and choice of words sent chills up his spine. He thought she was just some crazy nut. He took his eyes off her and looked around, to see no one out. Which to him was normal at this time of day. A thought crossed his mind, he paused to think about something, and started to get a suspcous feeling. He jerked his head to look back at her expecting to figure out who she was.

His blue orbs grew twice their size when he saw that she was gone. knowing no human can pull a stunt like that he mentaly freaked out, all that was left was foot prints that slowly washed away as the tide rolled on and off.Riku had to have a moment to think about what just happened, the word ghost just repeated in his mind. He knew she was real because ghosts dont leave foot prints, but he couldnt make out where she could have gone without him seeing her.

Millions of thoughts raced through his mind, until he was rudely interupted by Sora yelling his name. He looked over and saw a boy figure that was standing in the distance.

" RIku there's a beached whale on the south shore!" Sora exclaimed running off after he finished. That wasnt a joke cry like Sora sometimes fooled people with. Riku questoined that statement in his mind, wondering what they could do about a beached whale. It was impossible, they would have to let it die, but if it was a baby they might have a chance, but even those are too heavy for them both.

Riku arrived by Sora kneeling down by an unconcious girl, Kairi wasnt far away from her. 'Some beached whale.' Riku thought looking at her. The first thing he noticed was the cuts and bruises that seemed to favore her body.

Her clothes where tattered, and ripped all over, like something tried to tear her apart. The ebony blood spilled from her petite body, and all over the gritty sand. Her breathing was light, and almost unnoticable by the human eye.

Her once shiney chestnut hair was now dirty, matted, and had bits of blood mixed in.

Strands of her hair left the rest and laid on her face...which strangely wasnt harmed at all. Not one bruise or cut, nothing. The creamy moonlight made her face look serene, which made him look closer. Deja vu kicked in when he looked at her clothes,

He marveled at her looks. Everything about her face was perfect from her hair line to cheek structure. He wondered why a girl this beautiful would be this badly wounded. Kairi, and Sora stared at him, and before he knew it his right hand wandered to her face resting there still trying to wonder where he had seen her before (why he doesnt remember someone he saw less than 5 min ago is still a mystery to me.).

" Riku! We need to help her." Sora stated knowing she wouldnt last long, if they didnt do something soon. Sora got up and started to place his hand under her body, he felt the thick sticky blood attach the fingers on his gloves but tried to ignore it best he could. The red liquid started to seep through his gloves and he jerked his hads back, probably making her injurys worse. Riku snapped out of his trance, and looked at Sora blankly, then nodded taking in what Sora was doing, and tried to finish what his friend couldnt accomplish.

Just as Riku touched her battered body she started to awaken.

The girl slowly opened her eyes revealing a dark blue filled with curiosity of where she was. She felt weak a tired from her blood loss but her determination made her sit up. Her vision was blurry, but cleared up in seconds. The night made it hard to see , but her eyes quickly adjusted, and she didnt like what she saw around her.

The 3 teens around posed a threat to her. Her once serene and confused expression twisted into anger and hate. Her deep blue orbs burned with a desire to kill them but that would take to much time, and she couldnt risk her life since she was so weak already.

Her bare hand slid across the sand to an unseen sword next to her. She wrapped her fingers around the handle, and jumped up taking off like the wind blessed her heels.

The trio looked confused they didnt mean any harm, but they knew they had to go after her. It wasnt long till Riku took off at a speed greater than hers. He rreally didnt know why he was playing tag with a 'beached whale' but something told him that he should give chase.

He could hear her heavy breathing, showing that she was getting very tired, he was amazed that she could go so long without that blood that she spilled onto the beach. He watched as she started to sway, and stumble like she was loosing her balance.

The sword she held felt like a ton on her slender arms. Her legs started to feel like 50 pound weights, making the muscles ache. The energy she used made more scarlet come out her wounds, and splatter on everything she ran into or touched trying to get away.

She left blonches of dark scarlet on plants as she past and brushed up against them.

The girl started to feel faint. Her life was finaly coming to an end, which is what seemed like she wanted. She tried to keep going , but even if she could the darkness darkened her pathway. Her vision blurred, and she started to get dark. She started to fall, fall into darkness that she tried her hardest to get away from.

Just before she fainted she felt a warmth brush up against her, and toned muscular arms wrap around her waist. She couldnt struggle, she couldnt even open her eyes, but right now she kinda didnt even want to, she felt comforted, then she was gone.