Sorry this took so long, everyone. I've been busy with school work and the like. But, I've finally written this out. Hope you enjoy it!

Oh, and all that Kingdom Hearts stuff doesn't belong to me. Don't sue.

Hiroshi's House, Front door

Knock knock knock. Dai pounded on a big wooden door, with Haru still attached to her hand by the wrist.

Haru continued to ponder what he had been told about his father, and what he would have to do. It was very confusing, and he still had plenty of questions. However, Dai slightly scared him. Every time he asked a question bad things happened. So, he'd keep silent. Except for one roaring, obvious, important question.

"Where am I, anyway?"

Dai shot him a disgusted look, obviously in opinion that he should know, and if not, should feel like a complete idiot for not knowing. Haru sighed. He hoped that Hiroshi would be more questionable.

"You are in Traverse Town." Dai explained, as she tilted her head and listened to the thumping of feet down stairs. "People without homes come here."

"Then are you-?"

"No. People rushed here when the Heartless were strong. When your father whupped them, a bunch went back. But some became attached to Traverse Town, and decided to live here, and raise a family. Such as my father. And Hiroshi's."

Just then, the door swung open, to reveal a blonde haired boy in a black button-up T-Shirt, with the last button undone, revealing a small amount of stomach, and loose maroon pants. A maroon scarf was draped lazily around his neck, though Haru couldn't see why. It wasn't that cold out.

The red-head also had to wonder that the other boy could see at all. Spiky bangs completely hid one eye, the other turquoise eye just barely visible.

Then, before he could do anything, he was grabbed by the shoulders by Dai, and thrust forward, so he came face-to-face with the boy he assumed was Hiroshi.

"Look what I found." Dai told Hiroshi, her voice filled with smug pride. "You know what this means, right?"

"That your father blackmailed you into coming to me and asking me to help the keybearer and you go out and defeat the heartless, I assume." The boy's calm, untroubled voice replied, with absolute certainty. Then the lone turquoise eye traveled from behind Haru to Haru's hand, where he still clutched the keyblade in a death grip.

"Hello, keybearer. I am Hiroshi."

"Erm. Hi, Hiroshi. I'm the keybearer. At least, that's what everyone keeps saying. You can call me Haru, though." Haru informed him helpfully.

"That's what everyone keeps telling you?" One eyebrow arched up, and Hiroshi looked to the female. "Dai, what does he know?"

"Oh, I told him all about how his dad beat the heartless, and that one guy from our dad's world." She replied airily. "Now, do you want to go or not? Believe me, you don't have to if you don't feel like it. No pressure at all. In fact, I don't really think you should. After all, you're all your dad has. My parents-" Then, for the first time in the short amount of time that Haru had known the older female, Dai shut up without trying to prove how much better she was.

Did a heartless attack her? He wondered with concern, and turned around, and was totally caught off guard.

Dai had a hand clasped over her mouth, and looked horrified at what she had just said. Apparently, even she had a grasp on some sort of guilt. Haru would've been less surprised if there she had been attacked by a heartless.

"Erm." Dai blinked, once, twice, and then looked cautiously at Hiroshi, as though she expected him to spontaneously combust upon his doorstep. Haru, to make sure, glanced at Hiroshi.

The blonde was staring at Dai, but with all the calm and unconcerned tone that his voice portrayed. He blinked once at her before turning and walking back into the house.

Dai sighed in an irritated fashion. "Why do I even bother? That boy hasn't an emotional bone in his body." She informed the air that Hiroshi had formerly occupied.

What was that about? Haru thought, blinking at the annoyed brunette and the hall that Hiroshi had disappeared to.

Dai quickly recovered, however, and turned to Haru, with the self-confident grin that he had grown used to. "Well, he obviously doesn't want to come with us. Come on, Haru. Together we'll whup the heartless into oblivion! We don't need Emo-lad. Onward, team!"

Wait. I'm stuck with her? Alone? Haru thought, as his mouth uttered weak protests.

Dai might've successfully drug off Haru and launched their adventures without Hiroshi if she had started two seconds sooner, as Haru would be informed of countless times in the said adventure.

However, she had started two seconds later, and her idea of the adventure was abruptly ruined by a disinterested voice that was becoming increasingly familiar to the red-head.

"Emo-lad?"

Dai cleared her throat in what might've been a sheepish tone, but her face only showed the forever self-possessed smugness as she glanced over her back, well Haru turned around completely, trying to keep relief from showing too clearly.

I just hope he's saner then she is. Haru thought.

"Wow! That's a big sword!" Haru said.

Indeed, there was a giant sword that was now strapped across the older male's back. It looked longer then any of the teens were tall, and had a few bandages strapped half-heartedly around it.

"It is my father's. He gave it to me when I explained the situation to him just now." Hiroshi told the red head, ever the epitome of calm, though Haru wondered if it was just in his imagination that the 'just now' part of his sentence was more pointed then the rest of it.

"Situation?" Dai blinked again, looking at him with the interest of one looking into empty space. "Do you plan on having a wood chopping contest soon? The best of luck, you'll surely win. That thing could take down a whole tree in a few swipes."

Haru hadn't been in control of the situation that he found himself in since he climbed out of his window and took his boat the island before it was taken over by darkness. He'd been dragged around, had his ears full of things that made no sense, had people tell him that his parents had hidden his past from their only son, and had been thrust in front of strangers only to be dragged away yet again. It was like a very, very confusing dream, one that Haru still hadn't much of an idea about. But even if this was a dream, he sure as hell would not spend the dream stuck with Dai.

"So, you're coming with us?" He asked, ignoring the daggers that were shooting into him from Dai's eyes. Upon receiving a slow nod, he grinned. "Excellent! Let's get going, I still have to find Kenji!" Speaking of his friend made him feel better. It reminded him of the sane, peaceful world that he had once occupied. "Wait until he hears about this! Ha, I'm the keybearer! He'll be so jealous!"

And even the two other teens had to smile at this.

"There is only one keybearer." Hiroshi commented, his knowing smile reaching his eyes.

"And the keyblade doesn't just choose any old person." Dai added.

For the first time since yesterday, when he had just been Haru, of Destiny Island, and life was simple if boring, Haru the Keybearer laughed.

Hmm. I hope this was okay. I've been reading a lot of fanfics, and they've been warping my brain. ;0 But don't worry, I assure you they're all excellent, so maybe it isn't so bad. But, anyway, hope you enjoyed!