Author's Note: Yay haitus! I realized that this had been on haitus for about 6 months and was motivated to update it. Sorry for the wait to anyone who was reading this. I hope this chapter is as good as the previous chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or DN Angel. They're owned by Squeenix and Disney, and Yukiru Sugsaki, respectively. I'm just borrowing the characters.

It's true that one's personality can often be determined, or at the very least, hinted at just by seeing the space they live in. Daisuke's bedroom told a lot about the person who lived in it. It was a nice-sized room, with two windows—a long, thin one that didn't open and a larger one that opened via a lever on the wall to a small balcony—and a bunk bed being the focal points of the room. In the corner sat a pile of dirty laundry, partially hidden by an easel with a sheet haphazardly thrown over it; a bit of blue could be seen at one corner not covered by the sheet.

Across the floor were scattered various items including clothes, art materials, candy wrappers, books, and a stuffed animal that may have been a rabbit or a cat. Soon, a crumpled piece of paper joined these items on the floor, thrown by Daisuke, who sighed in frustration and began his sketch again, screwing up his face and frowning at the paper as it were at fault. With another sigh, he closed his sketchbook and reached for a dark shape perched at the edge of the desk, just out reach of the lamp's light, pulling it towards him.

It was a ship, about the size of a toaster and appeared to be made mostly of driftwood and cloth. A large stick served as a "mast" and a larger piece of untattered orange cloth served as a flag; it had a crudely-drawn paopu on it. Inside the miniature ship were three dolls—one had a jumble of red yarn for hair, one had blue, and the third had a mess of purple hair, and none of them had clothes, though they had x's stitched on them that indicated faces. Daisuke plucked the doll with the blue yarn-hair out and stared at it.

"I know that I can always come back whenever I want. Isn't that right, Daisuke?"

"R-Right. Th-that's right."

"Great. We set sail tomorrow, then."

Daisuke smiled at the conversation. Tomorrow the three would leave the island on their raft and finally get to see what was outside the islands, and maybe they would find Satoshi's home. Daisuke got up from the desk, still holding the Satoshi-doll, pressed the lever that allowed the window to open up, and stepped onto the balcony.

Strangely, there was a strong breeze that night. Daisuke, wearing short sleeves and shorts, shivered slightly and hugged his arms closer to himself to keep warm. Usually nights on the islands were warm enough to be outside in a t-shirt and shorts, or even warm enough to go down to the beach for a midnight swim. Cool breezes were very uncommon, strong ones even more so.

Suddenly, Daisuke dashed to the railing and leaned over, peering through the darkness at the other island, the now-forgotten breeze whipping his hair everywhere.

"A storm?" he asked no one in particular, still leaning over the railing. Then he realized something. "Oh no, the raft!" He hesitated briefly, unsure whether to go back to his bedroom. His mother would never allow him to go to the other island at night, especially during a storm and especially not right before dinner. He took a deep breath and vaulted the railing, dropping the Satoshi-doll as he did so.

Inside the house, footsteps could be heard on the stairs leading up to Daisuke's room.

"Daisuke, honey, dinner's ready."

There was a pause, and the sound of the doorknob turning and the door creaking slightly as it opened. The dark shape of a woman stepped into the room.

"Daisuke?"

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Daisuke didn't even wait to tie his boat to the dock before he climbed out of it, and barely even noticed that there were two other boats in addition to his. On the dock, his attention was immediately directed towards a large black-and-purple sphere hanging in the air right above Dark's island, causing the sky around it to look much lighter in comparison.

"What's that?!" he wondered about the sphere. He looked down. "Dark's boat? And Satoshi's! They're here, too?"

Just then Daisuke felt something on his foot and glanced down again, choosing to jump back almost immediately. There, on the dock, was one of the shadowy creatures from his dream—no, make that five. Daisuke backed up toward the island nervously, hands held palm-out in case any of the shadows decided to leap at him. His wooden practice sword was at home in his room, so he had nothing to defend himself with. By this time, the shadows had multiplied twofold, so Daisuke did the best thing he could think of to do.

He ran as fast as he could.

He dashed across the plateau that ran in front of the secret place to the shed and quickly scrambled on top of the wooden structure, panting slightly. Below, the shadows clustered around the shed, looking up at him and twitching their antennae erratically. He turned around, feeling briefly victorious, and spotted a familiar person standing across the bridge.

"Dark!" Daisuke ran across the connecting bridge to his friend, who was standing with his back to the redhead in the middle of the island. He skidded to a halt at the end of the bridge.

"Where's Satoshi? Isn't he with you?"

"The door has opened..." Dark replied without turning around.

"What?" Daisuke shivered again, but this time not from the cold. Something didn't seem quite right.

"The door has opened, Daisuke!" Dark repeated, finally turning around. He was grinning like a madman, which wasn't so unusual for him, but this time the grin had something of a malicious quality to it. "Now we can get off these islands and see the world outside!"

"What are you talking about? We gotta find Satoshi first!" Daisuke said, cautiously approaching Dark and stopping a few feet away.

The purple-haired teen regarded his friend skeptically. "He's coming with us. Once we step through, we might not be able to come back. We probably won't see our parents again. There's no turning back. This is our only chance!" A small dark circle appeared under Dark's feet, but he didn't seem to notice it, even as it started to grow larger. His grin returned, and he held out one hand to Daisuke.

"We can't let fear stop us now. I'm not afraid of the darkness…are you, Daisuke?"

It's just like my dream!

Daisuke lunged at his friend, reaching for his hand, just like in the dream. He was inches away from accomplishing this when tendrils of darkness suddenly sprang up and enveloped the two boys. He swiped at Dark's hand with his own, trying to grab it, but the darkness seemed intent on preventing them from even touching one another.

There was a flash of bright light and the next thing Daisuke knew, he was laying on the ground on the bridge and Dark was nowhere to be seen. Strangely, he was clutching the handle of the most bizarre weapon he'd ever seen. It was a giant key, about half his height, with a gold handle, silver "blade" and a pale gold hand guard. It was more like a bat than anything else, being completely blunt with the exception of the silver part, which was shaped like a three-pointed crown and looked decently sharp and pointy.

Keyblade…Keyblade…

Daisuke looked around for the source of the voice and found no one, except the large sphere still hovering in the air nearby.

"I need to find Satoshi!"

He scrambled to his feet and stuck the new Keyblade into his belt, like he usually did with his practice sword and surveyed the island. His intuition told him that Satoshi would be on the other side of the island, so he jumped from the bridge and ran over to the door.

"Huh?!"

Apparently the door was locked, or just jammed shut, but either way, no amount of pushing or pulling would open it. Daisuke slumped against the door out of frustration. If he couldn't open the door, Satoshi probably couldn't have either, and that meant the bluenette was somewhere on the other half of the island. Unfortunately, he didn't have any more time to think about it; shadows were beginning to gather around him again. He pulled the Keyblade out and ran through the groups of shadows, swinging the weapon at them randomly, heading for the secret place.

The cave was the same as it had always been inside, but at night it was nearly pitch black. Daisuke kept one hand on the wall as he made his way inside, being especially careful not to trip over any loose rocks, until his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Eventually the tunnel ended and Daisuke found himself in the cave, but once again, he wasn't alone.

"Satoshi!" He called to the boy, who was standing in front of the door, staring at it. He slowly turned upon hearing his name.

"Daisuke…" he murmured, making no move to approach the redhead. In fact, he didn't move at all, aside from turning around, and stared vacantly at Daisuke. A second later, the door swung violently open and a fierce wind rushed out, causing Daisuke to shield his face briefly. The wind continued, pushing Daisuke back and Satoshi towards Daisuke, but when Daisuke reached out to catch his friend, the bluenette disappeared right in front of his eyes. Soon, the force of the wind became too strong for Daisuke to handle, and he was blown right out of the cave.

"Oof!" he cried, landing mostly on his elbows, wondering what just happened. Aside from the fact that both of his best friends had disappeared into midair and he had just acquired a new giant key-weapon, he decided that what was going on was NOT a normal storm. This fact was driven home by what he saw next.

He had ended up at the far edge of the mini-island, now devoid of everything but him and the sphere still hovering in the air above it. However, everything else was gone or reduced to floating debris—the sky, the ocean, the islands—except for the bit of land Daisuke was sitting on, but even that was starting to break apart. Even worse, Daisuke's only companion was a shadowy creature as big as the island itself, a shadow with clawed hands, no feet, and a huge, heart-shaped hole in its chest.

"I…guess I have to fight…again…" Daisuke stared up at the shadow from his spot on the ground, holding the Keyblade out in front of him for defense. He took a few deep breaths, trying not to panic. This didn't work for long, as the giant shadow started off attacking, slamming its hand down onto the island like a sledgehammer right in front of Daisuke, who dove out of the way and scrambled to his feet, clutching the Keyblade in both hands.

Dark patches began appearing, and out of them came smaller shadows, which Daisuke knew how to deal with. One, two, three swings demolished them, but it wasn't easy to eliminate them when they flattened themselves to the ground, or when the giant decided to attack.

Glancing at the giant told him that it was charging up an attack—it was gathering a ball of energy in the hole in its chest similar to the one above. Daisuke stopped attacking the shadows and ran, just as the ball split into pieces and went after him. The giant slammed its fist down again, and this time Daisuke grabbed onto the hand and carefully but quickly climbed up it.

"Your face is wide open!" he yelled at the shadow, and when it turned its yellow eyes to him, he began slashing it across the face with the Keyblade, holding onto one of the shadowy dreadlocks so he wouldn't fall off. Suddenly, two things happened at once—first, the giant collapsed and melted into a black mist—and second, the Keyblade disappeared right out of its owner's hands. Once again, a fierce wind kicked up and Daisuke found himself being sucked upwards, towards the black sphere.

He tried to find something to grab onto, but there were no trees, no plants, nothing to get a hold of but dirt. He clutched desperately at a piece of random driftwood that flew by—apparently, debris was being sucked in, too. The last thing he remembered before losing consciousness was the sight of the island shattering.

I don't want to die.

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Traverse Town

"Look, a star's goin' out!" Goofy exclaimed, pointing up at the sky. His companion followed his arm to a star almost directly above them. As they watched, the star suddenly blinked away, leaving darkness in its place. Goofy stared at the sky for a few more seconds, oblivious to Donald tugging on his pant leg. Nearby, Pluto was preoccupied with sniffing the cobblestones, his tail wagging furiously.

"Come on. Let's hurry," Donald urged, pulling Goofy's arm this time, muttering to himself. "Where's that key…?"

"Hey, ya know, maybe we ought to go find Leon." Goofy suggested, most of his attention directed at Pluto, who had bounded off into one of the alleyways. Donald paused.

"No! We need to find the key first," Donald insisted.

"Uh, Donald. Ya know, I betcha that…" Goofy started to suggest something else, but Donald cut him off.

"Aw, what do you know, you big palooka?"

The captain of the guard placed a finger to his lips in thought. "What do I know? Come on Pluto." He went after Donald, not bothering to see if Pluto actually came or not.

Pluto didn't answer the call. After all, he had found something interesting in the alleyway. It was a boy with red hair, who was asleep against the wall of one of the buildings, behind a stack of empty crates. Much more interesting than whatever his masters were looking for. He planted a big wet kiss on the side of the boy's face, causing him to stir.

"Huh? What a dream…" Daisuke muttered sleepily.

Pluto jumped on Daisuke and tried to lick him again. This actually did wake Daisuke up.

"This isn't a dream!" he cried, flailing a bit before he realized there was a dog on his chest.

Daisuke pushed Pluto off of him and got to his feet, looking around. The alleyway was pretty nondescript, containing only a few stacks of crates and ending in a decrepit wooden privacy fence. A rat ran by nearby, and Pluto growled at it. At the other end of the alley was a building, and Daisuke could see lights beyond the building.

"Where am I? Oh man." He glanced down at Pluto, who responded by wagging his tail. "Do you know where we are?" He didn't really expect an answer, though, seeing as Pluto hadn't talked yet and didn't look like he was going to talk any time soon. Instead, he replied by running out of the alley.

"Hey! Come back!" Daisuke shouted.

:happiness: I finally got off of Destiny Islands. Now the plot can begin.