Again I say, only the original content in the story, ie the characters I created and much of the story content belongs to me.

The city stood in quiet darkness this night, a lone figure stood strait and tall his hands folded behind his back, his long black cloak gently swaying in the breeze. His clothing, though loose on his spare frame was immaculate, black slacks, black vest and white shirt properly pressed and tucked into his slacks.

Light from a nearby window reflected oddly off his long hooked nose and bald head. A wicked gleam shone in his dark eyes and his thin lips were drawn back in a nasty grin. The Darkness had called and now was the time for him to give his answer.

The palace was currently beyond his reach having been lifted to the skies for the night. But this was still to be an effective display of his power and why the Darkness could not be opposed. The clock tower behind him struck midnight and he raised his left hand into the air above his head. All the advanced technology of his people wouldn't save them from his wrath. It was his work that had created the True Keyblade, he was to have been the one to be made its guardian.

But the fool weapon had vanished following the heart that had been placed within it. His research had allowed those fools to create a weapon that in the right hands would be unstoppable, and yet he had been shunned by the fruit of his labor and called a monster by his own people. Those fools had taken his life's research and twisted it for the vile purposes of protecting the many while blocking him from interfering. Idiots, they didn't know that by making the Keyblade without him they were committing an even bigger crime against the universe than if he had done it himself. Revenge had been a sweet dish he had savored and now it was time for the fools to have their just deserts.

He had located the house of his first victim in the square and lowered his hand in its direction, a pure black orb of power shooting out of his palm faster than light and crashed into the building shaking it to the foundations, the family within staggering out just before it collapsed to rubble. His smile widened if at all possible on his narrow face, and the evil glint in his eyes flashed dangerously.

Turning his hand palm up and curling his fingers around a nonexistent ball he exerted his power on the family and ripped their hearts from their unwilling bodies, gaining power as he did so, their hearts floating up until they disappeared to join with Kingdom Hearts. The family save for an elderly woman who stood with help from a cane became Shadow Heartless. The woman spawned a Shadow Heartless and a Dusk Nobody and something else that was left behind by their splitting. It was as the Darkness had promised, his act had spawned creatures to sow chaos and discord allowing him to work unencumbered.

The Shadows and the Dusk dispersed to follow their instincts and putting his hand behind his back again he turned toward the nude form on the ground. It rose to its full height, half a head taller than him, displaying its powerfully muscular form. Unmistakably female, not a single strand of hair on her body she stood erect and proud waiting for his commands. She had a cold, dark and regal beauty about her that could not be denied or ignored. He looked into her black eyes and she nodded in understanding, needing no words exchanged between them now that a bond had been forged. She exhaled a jet black cloud of pure Darkness that enveloped her well developed unclothed form.

The cloud condensed into black armor strong enough to withstand most attacks, even stronger still so that it could withstand her great strength yet light enough to not encumber her great speed. The full helmet completely enclosed, showing no seam nor opening for her to see out of. His low voice, like the angry hiss of a viper cut the silence as people began to come out of their homes to find out what the disturbance was. "You are my first, and the eldest of the intended family. I name you Chasers, for that is your purpose. Let us liberate your sister and brother and we can rid ourselves of the abominations that plague us."

She dropped to one knee before him, her left hand resting upon her knee, her right clenched in a fist at her breast. Her cold, cruel voice rang out, oddly distorted by her helmet. "After so long imprisoned in hearts of Light, no name, no purpose and no communion. I can once more hear the will of Mother Darkness, and it calls for the destruction of these abominations Keyblades and Kingdom Hearts."

She rose in one smooth motion holding her hands out to her sides streams of pure Darkness flowing from her clenched fists forming into twin black Keyblades that were rather aptly named the Harbingers of Death and Destruction. Their sharp edges and wicked curves glinted in the weak light of the now burning houses. Numerous Heartless now circled the pair, instinctively feeling their powerful hearts, but not daring to attack from respect and fear of the Keyblades.

"Foolish creatures, gathering around their betters as though we would provide them with a good meal. Let us leave these pests to their fun. Your siblings await their freedom."

"Yes master. My name is Ash, Bringer of the Night." The street was in chaos. Houses burned, trees were toppled, and Heartless ran amok, many different breeds already beginning to appear. The street shattered under the weight of an enormous Heartless as it stalked by.

People ran in all directions screaming in fear, some getting away to warn others. Most were consumed by the now overwhelming tide of Heartless, their hearts captured by the Darkness. Three people strolled through the turmoil as if nothing were wrong, joking casually and idly dispatching Heartless that carelessly came too near their Keyblades.

Each wore only a bright, garishly colored bathrobe and fuzzy bedroom slippers. Keyblades having the tendency of identifying themselves to those able to hear their call when they get near exchanged greetings as they approached the pair standing untouched in the heart of the chaos. Upon having the names of the armored figures Keyblades whispered through their minds they immediately became cautious and wary of the figures.

The man in the middle, a man of average height, muscular from combat training, with features of a hawk, auburn hair and gray-white eyes stopped his companions just within the ring of Heartless, which strangely moved to neither attack or close the circle. He held his Keyblade at the ready knowing that despite its power and his trained skill this would not end well. His Keyblade, the Gale Force, was a small, quick blade that was designed like a cloud and whose only ornamentation was a key chain shaped like a tornado. It wavered slightly in his hand, not from fear, but from the elemental power of air that it embraced.

Aside from her blue hair and eyes the woman standing to his left looked vaguely catlike. Her soft, heart shaped face, small nose which looked very cute, but she'd hurt anybody who said so, and independent nature made her a lovely woman in her own right. But her distant gaze and her either inability or unwillingness to speak very much made her a bit difficult for most people to understand, let alone remain in her company for extended periods of time. She may have been as strong as the man in the middle, if not stronger. She was supple and willowy, able to bend from danger like a reed in the wind. She was quick, agile, cunning, and unable to leave her friends in danger.

Her Keyblade, the Silent Guardian, was huge. It was as long as she was tall, and that did not include the handle, and had multiple layers that could split apart creating a defensive shield, or more sharp edges to cut her enemies with. It also had the ability to split into two Keyblades to cause even more trouble for her opponents. It's many blades were all adorned by an interconnecting pattern of brightly glowing blue lines of light whose image could only be seen when the twin pieces of her split Keyblade were deployed into the best shield available, showing an imposing and impregnable castle set atop a cliff. The twin handles of her unusual Keyblade had key chains shaped like the Phalanx shields favored by Greek warriors, the Spartans in particular.

The third member of the group was a jovial young man with spiked blond hair that he could never get to lay flat despite his best efforts, piercing blue eyes like that of the girl, irrepressible kindness, an unwavering smile, and really big feet. That being said he was also the shortest of the group, five and a half feet tall, skinny, and not nearly as muscled or skilled as his friends for his lack of training, but he seemed to have a natural talent that more than made up for any lack in recognizable skill he may have possessed. His Keyblade was the most notable of the group, not for any fancy embellishments in its design, or indeed any differentiating design whatsoever, it merely looked like a standard Victorian Era key. A single heavy bar linking the gold handle and the teeth of the key which had a distinctive crown shaped pattern to them, and a key chain composed simply of three circles. It was the Kingdom Key, and despite its humble appearance it held great power, though for some reason many mistake it for the True Keyblade which bore a similar appearance before disappearing to find its own form and chosen bearer.

Speaking low enough to go unheard by the unsavory company they were currently keeping the leader of the group spoke. "Kira, Happy, I think we have found ourselves in the wrong place at the wrong time. Let us leave before we overstay our welcome." The blond turned to the other man and speaking equally low started to argue with him. "Must you always call me Happy?" "Well must you always be so insufferably happy?" In an unusual and uncharacteristic outburst Kira spoke loud enough to cut off their argument. "Boys, enough. Its the Monster."

For the first time since they entered the circle he turned his attention upon the Keyblade Bearers standing off to the side of his awareness. His eyes sparkled with amusement and recognition as his gaze fell upon the girl staring at him with utter contempt. "Ah, if it isn't the child with a secret. It has been what, ten years? Do you still bear the mark of your shame?" His speech ended in cruel laughter.

Still not speaking loud enough to give away any important information he asked, "What is he talking about Kira? How do you know him?" With tears building in her eyes she shook her head fiercely. "Not now, Dante." With a humorous groan and chuckle the blond turned to Dante. "Not good man, she called you buy your true name and not a nickname." "Shut your mouth Happy."

The armored figure approached them menacingly, tightening her grip upon her Keyblades. Looking at the moon the man sighed. "Ash, let us go. We have important tasks to complete this night. Soon they will understand that they and their ilk cannot escape the Chasers. Soon all Bearers of the Keyblades will feel the power of the Darkness, and their deaths will be ever so sweet." With that a portal of Darkness opened behind them and they backed into it, disappearing to who knew where.

Without the influence of more powerful creatures of Darkness holding them back the Heartless in the circle attacked. Each of the Heartless seemed completely oblivious to the fact that the guys existed as they all went strait towards Kira. The three of them defeated the twenty Heartless and, rather than wait for more to find them, ran into the nearest alley. They were so distracted that it took them a moment to notice the lone figure leaning against the wall.

Alright, now I am having fun, and we get to meet someone of varying importance to the story.

?? "Why am I here?"

Because it was necessary.

?? "Whatever."

Well, that was odd, but hey, review and tell me what you did and did not like, PLEASE?