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The First Chapter

THE GOD OF WAR

Purity. Kratos had known not the meaning of the word; his life knew nothing that contained such an adjective...

He sat on his throne in Olympus. Nothing had changed. His skin still its ghastly white; a reminder of his inhumane phase, where he had given up everything; for mere power and glory. Glory which lasted a split second before Ares had him used for the purpose of murder and destruction. His nightmares continued and the struggle to remain sane was left unaltered for several years upon his ascending to Olympus...

But tonight...tonight was different. After a near breakdown, seeing his mother and child destroyed for the millionth time, was a sudden glimpse of...someone else...

Before his throne was a mass of swirling light that began to take form. One would think that the pure lunacy of the vision Kratos saw would have driven him to rage in an instant; a brief flash of vivid light, with color that did not exist in such prominence in Greece. The beauty that was the basis for the vision though, stopped him in his tracks. He could make out a tall, slender girl with ruby red hair. The brilliant colors hampered his vision, yet he could still see the shimmer in her innocent blue eyes. Her skin flawless, free of any lacerations or even minor bruises. She smiled, as her hair rolled back and her eyes shined, with no hint of doubt or worry them. So taken was Kratos by the redhead's flawless beauty that he hardly noticed the odd clothing; colorful, pink, and not well to do for defending oneself. Zippers were laden on each side of her pink vest, and he could see footwear that housed feet that were too long for the rest of the body. No armor at all; he didn't understand this; even women and children of Greece are required to conceal themselves well. However, the most important thing; the pureness and innocence of this girl...it captivated him. For a brief moment, all memory of his misdeeds and pain were gone. Unfortunately, soon too was the vision, fading away gradually without the intensity of its entrance.

While the surprising advent of the girl did nothing to evoke Kratos' fury, its disappearance sure as hell did.

"RRRUUUUGHH!" He flailed his twin Athena blades into the fine marble stone walls of his temple as the nightmares swirled through his cerebrum once again. But he took solace in the fact that he also had a good memory to ponder for once. "What...what did it mean? That girl! She...this must be fate! I must find her!" Kratos lacked the deep integrity of some more 'modern' men, but he was also better in tune with himself, with his urges, what he needed. And something was telling him that a better path could be found if he had her. The God of War was ready to try and fight his nightmares one more time...

THE KEYBLADE MASTER

"I could do this all day..." Laziness had taken over him lately.

"Hehehe...we're not really DOING anything, Sora!" Her laugh had the same playful tone.

"Well..its still what we do best...you 'lazy bum'!" His grin was as cheesy as ever.

"Oh PUH-LEASE...you can't be so lazy that you can't think of your OWN comebacks!" A playful smirk in her eyes, as always.

"I'm glad we're together Kairi..." His hand gripped hers just a little tighter.

"I am too..." Her fingers happily surrendered to his force.

The two sixteen year olds laid on the beach of Destiny Island, looking at the skies on their backs, one hand grasping another as the gentle tide just came out enough to reach their sneakers. In the weeks that had followed their major adventure together with King Mickey and Riku, things had finally returned to their blissful past state. No Ansem, no Xehanort...no heartless...

But no Keyblade either, Sora added to his thoughts on a disappointed note. No danger, no Keyblade. He had lost all motivation to practice with the cheap swords that were on the islands. For the others it was fine; but once you've used a Keyblade for two years, its extremely hard to find such..childish pleasure in swinging lousy sticks around.

However, the freedom Sora had now was not something he wanted to give up. He would gladly part with the Keyblade in exchange for being with the only princess that ever did, and ever would, matter to him. The hormones were so hard to keep in check, for both teens, though neither would make a hint about it. It was like this every night, when the weather was good.. They would simply lay together on the sand, hand in hand, make their little jokes and insults, then turn in for the night.

Sora often wondered 'Does Kairi notice the glances I steal? Where my eyes wander? Does she do it too..?" Too many times he'd catch himself absorbing Kairi's other fine qualities, besides the hair and eyes. Her developed tits, the smooth, curvy ass, never concealed by too much other than shorts, a tube top with a pink vest overtop. Sora, impulsive as he is sometimes, never dared to impede on his best friends friendship. He had to deny what he really wanted, in order to keep what he had intact...

Kairi...she in fact was guilty of the same behavior as Sora; her innocent eyes curiously scanning his constantly changing body. The length and muscle he seemed to gain by the week was impossible not to notice. As they laid on the beach, Kairi thought of one of the many times she would vacate...by herself...in order to fully release her desires for Sora. She would wait until he was asleep, then go to the same special place that they had known for so long. Many nights she would pleasure herself, moaning softly, and every time she did it, she wished that the real thing would happen soon.

They were definitely exciting years, even though the action adventure portion had seemed to be suspended indefinitely. Little did they realize that it was all about to change...

THE GOD OF WAR

Kratos was initially at a loss at how to find the nymph-like girl. The powers of the gods were mighty, and mythical powers were limitless within Greece, but to transfer oneself to another world; a world that existed in a separate dimension, the odds seemed impossible to overcome. Kratos thought back, back to when he needed the power to be rid of Ares. When obliteration seemed inevitable, IT was the key to success.

Pandora's box...

A grin almost crossed his scarred visage as he made swift strides down from Olympus, to the now restored city of Athens. The scenery was far from picturesque; stained blood still plagued the streets and walls of buildings, and the scars of war were visible on the spectacular Greek structures. But, peace dominated, and thanks to the Gods, the people were convinced that Kratos had some decency to him, and granted him free access to anywhere in Athens.

He arrived at the Oracle's temple, and within it, on the grandest pedestal in the city, sat the box which made the impossible seem effortless. He knew what he wanted, and wasted absolutely no time. Thinking of the red-headed beauty, Kratos opened the box, and he needed not to sheath his weapons in rage, for the impossible he dreamed of was about to become a reality; although the outcome Kratos desired was something even Pandora's box could not provide on its own.

He was stunned. The world he had entered almost drew out fear. Even in the moonlight, the color was every bit as vivid as he had seen in the vision. The air felt good in his lungs, and the moon shone brightly on this island; with unfamiliar structures made out of wood housing its residents. From his experience with his previous trials, Kratos knew he should try and remain inconspicuous, and not underestimate the potential dangers that such a peaceful locale might house. What's more, he was standing in the middle of a beach, easily seen by any angle. He lashed out his swords and clung to the large mount of rock near a waterfall, and swung in the shallow water beside it, scoping out his surroundings. The island was small, with a small rural town, by the looks of it, the only thing within sight distance other than these log cabins on the beachfront. This made the search easier than he had anticipated; and the power of pandora's box would soon become even more impressive...

..."Hmm...?" Kratos heard a sound nearby, but it was too faint for him to make any guesses. His animalistic senses took over as he stealthily crept alongside the rock near the waterfall. He got the obvious out of the way first; there was no secret tunnel behind the water. No..it was so faint; no normal mortal would be able to hear it. Heading left, he saw an odd batch of small trees that seemed to be placed in a fashion that was not natural. Looking to make sure he was clear, he examined them, and found that his arms reached right through them, and into a tunnel that was naturally, or otherwise, created in the rock. He pinned himself against the side of the tunnel.

"..." He could hear the sound now, and his breathing quickened as he realized it was feminine.

"Mmm...ah..!" A sharp increase in the tone jolted Kratos' senses. Inching along the wall, he finally drew within sight distance. Why he didn't spring then and there is a mystery. But then again, if you came upon a girl pleasuring herself, would you interrupt?

"Sora...do it...please...oh..." Kairi was in pure bliss, her head back, her body arched against the stone wall as she fantasized. She was still fully clothed, although Kratos could tell she'd rather not be. Her hand rubbed her fabric tight between her legs as her right hand gave her upper body attention. Kratos waited for the right moment, which was unfortunate. Because he who hesitates, is lost...

THE KEYBLADE MASTER

Dreams of his encounters with the heartless flooded Sora once again. To anyone else they would be nightmares, but Sora could be seen smiling as he saw himself gracefully eliminating the heartless who preyed on the innocent. The valor flowing threw him couldn't be stopped...

"SORA!"

He jolted from his bed, looking around desperately. Already knowing it was Kairi, and after saving her several times, he knew it wasn't good. He didn't know if it was Kairi's intertwined heart that awoke him, or her actual voice, but he honestly couldn't have cared less. The adrenaline flowing threw him made him oblivious to the fact that the Keyblade had itself locked onto Sora's right hand. Taking a mere split second to acknowledge its reappearance, he leapt out his room's window and onto the ground.

"KAIRI! WHERE ARE YOU?" Screw the fact that it was past midnight; Sora was going to save the girl who blissfully consumed him. Or..that was his plan..

"Sora! Help!" That was definitely her voice; coming from the 'secret place'. He dashed through the tunnel 5 yards, the Keyblade almost pulling him itself. He barely stepped foot into the main chamber, when he saw him. Instantly Sora knew this man was evil, and not of this world. But, apart from that, he saw Kairi pinned against the wall, near their picture...

The hulk-like turned and faced the Keyblade master. Sora was ready for any kind of corny dialogue, or smirk, or a display of physical might before the inevitable fight, but he could only see rage and impulse in this man's eyes; he knew that he wasn't holding back. Sora tried to hide the fear in his own, as he clutched his reunited weapon. The twin blades of the villain were unsheathed, glowing with a yellow light that spread throughout the cave. The two circled each other, neither looking any more agile than the other, their weapons almost living creatures, ready to defend their masters. Kairi's tears quickly rolled down her cheeks as she found herself helpless, relying on the boy she couldn't live without to save both of their lives...

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