Wonnykins: I bet you're all sick of me making new stories and not finishing others. But I do NOT care! I will continue to write the chapters of my other stories, and for those of you who say there are ones I haven't updated in, like, FOREVER, fear not, because I'm going to very, very soon!

Anyways, on with this story! Spur of the moment thing. I've become obsessed with merpeople, lately. So here's a KH fic concerning said topic and yaoi and mpreg! Aren't you all lucky?

Disclaimer: Do I own Kingdom Hearts, or any of it's sexy characters? No. Do I wish I owned Kingdom Hearts and all of it's sexy characters? Hell Yes!!

The Kingdom Below

A Wonnykins Production

Long ago, before my time and yours alike, the sea was a woman of wonder to man. She sang tunes of calm, peaceful waves, and warbled of storms greater then the likes anyone had ever seen. Men vowed to know all there was to know about her, but they were far off, in this point of time.

There were tales of all sorts of creatures that lived in the bosom of this great ocean. Fishermen wove tales of sharks bigger then whole castles; sailors rambled of domes made of jelly. But, the most popular, and most whispered of, was the story of the mer people; beautiful, god and goddess-like beasts, with human heads, arms, and torsos, but a tail of a monstrous fish. These beings, drunken boats-men claimed, sang with a voice so enchanting, that any man would be hypnotized, and parish in his quest to stay with the mer people forever.

Under the surface, unknown to exist, but rumored so, there were such things as the fishermen recalled. Under the oceans surface, they thrived, unknown of by all with legs.

The heir, or heirs, as they were twins, were a pair of said beings named Roxas and Sora...

Mer folk live longer then we humans, of course. They only live to produce one offspring their entire lives. Which is why the two heirs to the throne were so worshiped. Their mother, Cloud, named for his pale-white tail, was the mindset of King Squall, named for the storms that disrupted the ocean's patterns. It was a truly remarkable thing, mer people, for you see, like fish, both sexes were able to play the other sex's role. Which is why, when Squall finally purposed to Cloud, Roxas and Sora were able to come into the world.

Twins are extremely rare in the mer-people's realm. It was certainly a time to celebrate when the two heirs were welcomed into their watery world. They did look a little different from each other, though. While both boy's hair were messy, Roxas, the older twin, seemed to have more control over his blond locks then Sora did with his brown ones. It was the eyes that made them recognizably twins; both were a bright, sapphire blue.

On the day they were born, Cloud, with some help from Squall, took the infants to the surface. Roxas had been named for his grandfather, who's middle name was also Roxas. But Sora had had yet to be named, at the moment.

The family had broken the surface, and gazed upon the midnight dome above them. Sora had reached out his tiny hand for the sky. It was then Leon knew what to call him.

Holding the child to the heavens, the sea king announced to all:

"Sora; son of the water and sky."

And, at that moment, I kid you not, the moon came out of the clouds and bathed the new babe in its eerie, white light.

One-thousand and six-hundred years after that, (which is sixteen human years to mer folk), the twins in question were sneaking around after dark. Both were very bold, and usually did what suited them, but it was safe to say Sora was the more timid one, as his brother was dragging him down the hall of coral by his sapphire blue tail.

"Why do we have to go looking for our presents?" the younger twin asked, tugging on a piece of his cinnamon-colored locks.

Roxas pressed a finger to his lips. "Shh!" He wriggled his baby-blue tail fins in Sora's face, "Do you want them to hear us?" He hissed.

"No." Sora whispered. For what appeared to be sixteen-year-olds, they were a bit childish, something their father constantly lectured them on.

"Then hush!" Roxas snapped quietly, "We're looking for them because Hayner put some kind of booby-trap in one. I don't want to look like a moron, tomorrow!"

Sora reluctantly swam after his older twin. "I still don't think this is a good idea..."

Roxas smirked mischievously. "Do this, and I'll let you get a bigger slice of cake tomorrow." He taunted.

Sora bit his lip. "...I hate you..." He whispered, finally catching up to Roxas.

The two swam to a set of giant doors. Sora swallowed, eying Roxas. Seeing his brother wasn't going to change his mind, Sora sighed and pushed open the doors, Roxas pitching in. There was a soft 'whoosh', and the throne room lay open before them.

Sora saw the comfy, seaweed filled cushions on his father's throne and swam towards it, settling into it with a tired sigh. His tail swayed gently with the current.

Roxas rummaged through the gifts behind the white-seaweed-weave tablecloths. "You know, Sora," He said, softly, "Mom's always telling us we were born this time of night." He looked up at the ceiling-less room, the moon above casting an eerie, moving glow on the surface above.

Sora smiled to himself. "He said we went to the surface, too." He whispered.

"Wonder what it's like..." Roxas wondered aloud.

Sora nodded. "Yeah, I wonder..."

Roxas was silent, for a moment. Sora caught a whiff of what he was thinking.

"No, Roxas. No. We're not going up there." Sora said, "You know dad would kill us."

Mer-people have been forbidden from the surface ever since they crawled off land and into the sea. That was were the two footed barbarians lived. There were tales of all sorts of strange beasts that lived above the water, mere fables to anyone that hadn't seen them for their-selves.

And Sora had a bad feeling that was the kind of thing his twin wanted to see.

Faster then a swordfish, Roxas darted to the ceiling, gazing down at his brother. "You know you want to find out, Ra." He said soothingly, "No one's here to say no."

Sora hesitated, but curiosity got the better of him. He joined his brother at the coral ceiling that had long crumbled away, took his hand, and the two of them beat their powerful tails, reaching, as Sora had so long ago, for the heavens.

For the land dwellers, it was also midnight. However, there was a cause to be awake.

The three princes from the local kingdom on the beach's edge were also here to celebrate a birth. Their prince was seventeen, tonight, and he was the youngest of three. He had shining, silver hair that went to his shoulders, and sea-green eyes. He was also not in the mood to celebrate.

As it was, Riku was his name, and it was given to him because it meant land. Ironic for a child born at sea. Perhaps his dear mother, bless her, had wanted the comfort of being home. As it was, she perished when Riku was six years old.

He leaned against the railing of a ship his father said was his, now. He wasn't sea-sick, merely thinking, but everyone took great pleasure in accusing him of being so.

The prince looked down at the necklace in his hands. A silver crown hung from a large link chain, glowing in the moon light. It had been his mother's, and she had pressed it into his palm before breathing her last. It was special, and that was the reason Riku had insisted on sailing out into the ocean; to remember his mother.

The boy closed his eyes, thinking back. A hand landed on his shoulder, and he looked up to see the emerald eyes of Axel, the second-born prince, and one of Riku's older brothers.

"You all right, Anchor?" Anchor was also a result of Riku's name, as it meant he was the 'anchor' to home.

Riku smiled. "Fine. Where's Sephiroth?"

Axel shrugged, leaning on the railing as well, and gazing out at the water. "I'm not his keeper." He sneered, "Although, he needs one, eh?"

Riku snickered. "Just don't let him hear you say that."

"I already did."

The two at the railing turned to look at a very tall, imposing young man. His name Sephiroth, and he was as frightening as they came. His hair was more like Riku's then Axel fiery-red mass; it was silvery-white, and hung down to his waist in smooth, fine locks. His eyes were a piercing green-yellow, and his sneer was always in place. He was the oldest of the brothers, and a well respected older brother he was. Or, feared, really.

Riku smiled pleasantly at his brother. "Seph."

The taller of the three frowned. "Don't call me that."

Axel rolled his eyes, turning back to Riku. "So," He hopped up and sat on the railing, "What's on your mind, Riku?"

Riku smiled, gazing into the water below. "Do you remember...Mom telling us that story?"

"How could I forget? The one about you, right?" Axel replied.

Riku nodded. "Yep." He turned to Sephiroth, "How'd it go, Sephiroth? That story."

Axel nodded, sitting cross legged in front of Sephiroth. "Oh! Story time wif Sephy!" He cried. Riku chuckled. The older silver-haired boy rolled his eyes.

"You two are such children." He muttered, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "Very well, but only because it's your birthday, Riku." He cleared his throat, "On the night you were born, Riku, mother always said you were special. She said she missed her home and family, and she named you what you are." He looked at the sea, sadly. The only time Sephiroth ever showed remorse was for their mother. "A year afterwards, she took you sailing, and ended up staying over night. She had felt guilty and was promising she would do something special for you."

"Then what?" Riku asked, softly.

Sephiroth smirked. "Impatient, aren't you?" He turned his gaze to Riku, "She was true to her word, but simply by accident. When you finally stopped wailing, you were gazing at something, and when mother turned to look..." He trailed off.

"What, Seph?" Axel pressed, "What was ickle Riku looking at?" Riku socked him.

"...Mer-people." Sephiroth whispered.

Riku smiled. "Yep." He always loved that story, "And mom said she thought they came just for me, but they didn't. They were blessing a baby." He screwed up his face, "What was the name...they said what his name was..." His eyes fluttered open, and found that they were all three gazing at the sky.

"Sora." Riku murmured, "That was it...Sora..."

Axel shook himself from his daze. "You were in diapers, Anchor, how could remember that?" He looked down, thoughtfully, "Although, that is a pretty name..."

Sephiroth had remained quiet.

"Thanks for telling it again, Seph." Riku said. Sephiroth did not answer, gazing, instead, at the sea, a look of shock on his face. "Seph?"

Riku turned his attention towards the sea as well. His eyes widened.

"Axel...look."

Axel chuckled, but amused his brother anyway and looked. His jaw dropped.

"Those...are..."

Riku and Sephiroth nodded.

"Mer-folk."