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"Party pooper… and what kind of name is Big Bang Sensei? And what's this about giving the kid a small harem with three cuties? I just tend to get it on with at least one hottie per comic saga and you're giving him three? Talk about unfair!"

One, this is fictional so I don't give a flying damn about my pen name, two, blame The Lord Of Pages, a friend of mine who convinced me and made some good plots for that, and three, have you seen who you're paired with?

"Huh…? Oh awesome-chimichanga-sauce! I knew those big ones would come back to me! But STILL, the kid has THREE! And-"

You know I can easily replace you, right?

"I'll be good… you shitty bast-"

I'm listening to you.

"Oh crap!"

Prologue - Meeting the suffering

Darkness blurred his vision with hints of light as he tried to open his eyes.

Deep blue eyes forced themselves open in this vast, white void. He slowly got up with all the effort he could muster to his shaky legs. It felt as if he had been thrown inside a maelstrom and then been spat from the depths of the ocean into the hardest piece of land.

However, wherever this place was it was certainly… void, only white filled his vision even if he somehow stood in the middle of this endless space. For him it seemed as if the place was truly endless, but it also gave him the idea of being trapped… Just where in the universe could he be?

"Hey there."

Turning to the voice he saw someone standing far away in another side of this endless white space, and it seemed to be… him! No… it wasn't him, though while the person before him looked exactly like him this person, being or whatever it may be… it just didn't give him the feeling as if it were human. And for some reason, just looking at this individual, regardless of being identical to himself just gave him a growing headache. Something felt wrong in him, just before noting this presence existed he was just fine, but now he was starting to feel something wrong, pain.

"Oh, are you feeling ok?" the individual asked and he finally got a good look at this guy, seeing what was wrong with him and why it wasn't himself.

This guy was… gray. He looked to be like any other fifteen year old kid, he was slim but fit, had strong legs and a youthful face that had started to lose its baby fat to get manlier, the weird spiky hairdo that seemed like blades pointing to the sides and forwards was identical in every way, angle and size even… But it was all gray. His eyes instead of the blue the real one had were a dull shade of gray with no life in them, almost as if this guy were dead. His head, instead of being of a chestnut color was as gray as ash. Even the clothes were… hold up!

He looked at his clothes, noticing they had been changed into a black undershirt with a zipper running in the middle vertically like a vest with two blue belts crisscrossed around his torso and his silver crown pendant still on his neck hanging from the silver chain, on top of that he had a white over-shirt with black trimming, a red hood and a pair of silver shoulder guards, and last but not least he wore pair of baggy, red cargo pants with black belts wrapped around his left leg in crisscrossed manner, yellow pouches on each thigh and a chain hanging from his right hip with each link designed to look like the crown on his pendant. But he had on his old pair of very big yellow shoes covered in zippers and laces.

The gray individual before him wore the same clothes, only that, you guessed it, in gray and without the silver pendant or the chain. He walked up to him with his hands on his pockets and a large sickly looking smile. The guy did seem sick, he had large bags under his eyes, his smile seemed weak and very unhealthy and, unlike his tanned skin, his skin was so pale it even seemed to blend with the ashy gray of his clothing.

"You're not feeling hurt, are you?" the… copy, to describe him best, said in a most mocking tone with obvious amusement and joy in seeing him feeling how his headache increased with each step this gray person took as if he… no, it couldn't be! Could this guy really… cause pain just like that?

Finally finding it in himself to speak, he spoke to the gray colored being, "Who are you?"

The copy's smile widened in delight, as if hearing the voice of the one he looked so much alike were something he was looking for far too long, "Well… you did ask, but no. No way, now how! Hahahaha! Even if I wanted to tell you my name I don't have one to begin with, I just came to be thanks to you and all other beings alive in the universe. So, to thank you all for that I decided to have some fun AND what better way to do so than with the one who has the most light in his heart: you, Sora!"

Sora tried hard to remain standing, but the pain on his head was starting to expand on his body, it started to feel hard to breathe as… Grey, as he would call this gray person, approached him. He still had questions that needed answering so he forced himself to ignore the pain coursing through his body now, "Where am I? And what do you want with me?" He asked with a fist raised at Grey, who looked still amused but unimpressed.

"So… still have some fight in you?" he asked nonchalantly, pointing a finger at Sora with his sickly smile widening a bit more, then he sighed. "Well, I'd love to fight you but with how you are it wouldn't be fun… not yet. So, how about I let you try to find your friends?"

"What!" Sora asked as he took a stance, ready to pummel this guy to a pulp.

Grey chuckled darkly, "Hahaha! What? I couldn't just let you all out of THIS much fun I had prepared for you AND your friends! I just want to see you, looking for them, fighting a lot of hardships… and suffering, suffering a lot, having lots and LOTS of pain hurting every cell of your body before I have all the fun I always wanted making your suffering even worse! Hahahahahhahahahahaha!"

"Y-You bas- Ugh!" Sora fell to his feet, feeling how the pain started to increase as he held his stomach with both hands, his last meal trying to force its way out of his throat.

"Ah ah ah, Sora… How can I have fun when you need to suffer MORE?" as the last, loud and gleeful word left Grey's mouth, Sora got a hard kick on the face, making him fly up with his body doing some violent flips before landing hard on whatever ground existed in this white void. Grey laughed cruelly as the brunette tried to stand back up, the pain in him getting worse, "Hehehe… that's right! It hurts, right? RIGHT! Hahahahahaha! Oh… oh it feels so wonderful to see you in pain!"

Sora, now back to his feet but feeling the pain increasing both from that kick and Grey's presence, took another stance as he swung his right arm outside, calling for his weapon… only to find his hand empty, "What the-?"

"Hehehehehehehehe…" he turned to see Grey cackle cruelly. "What is it, oh great Keyblade Master? Are you in so much pain and confusion you can't EVEN summon your weapon? Hah! This is just simply… oh, I can't describe it! It's so good! Hahahahahahaha!"

Feeling a lot of hatred fuel his desire to bring this guy down Sora swung his arm once again, this time feeling the familiar and welcomed weight of his weapon: the Kingdom Key. A large key used as a blade, its blade was silver and the teeth were designed so they gave the silhouette of a crown like the one on his pendant, the hand guard was square and golden surrounding the black handle and from its end hung a silver keychain with the end designed to be King Mickey's emblem: a large circle with two smaller circles atop.

With weapon in hand, he took it in both hands and ran at Grey like a samurai, hoping to bring down this menace to those who were dear to him no matter the cost. He raised it atop his head and brought it down upon Grey's chest to cut him in half… or so he hoped.

*Clang!*

Wide-eyed, Sora saw how his gray imitation held a copy of his Kingdom Key… only that it was different. It held no polished shine on it nor the majestic purity one could feel from this kind of weapon only one pure of heart could wield. It was covered in rust, all of it, the handle, the guard and the blade too, the shape and form were identical too but the length was twice Sora's own Keyblade. And, to make it seem much more as a dark copy of the kid's weapon of light, it was covered in dark red spots, as if they were dried up spots of… blood.

"Surprised?" Grey asked with his smile turning mocking as well as his tone of voice. Then he pushed the wide-eyed brunette of him with a lot of ease as Sora backpedaled to get his footing back. Grey stared down at the Keyblade Master. "You see, Sora… I honestly think this blade should be yours…" he examined his own weapon as if modeling it for Sora to see, "I mean, it's got blood in it, like yours should! You fight and fight darkness, I know… but you also fight living persons. So, I guess it is fitting that your own blade should be covered in their blood, yet it is not… To tell you the truth, it is sad, even disappointing to see you holding such a weak weapon that remains clean despite how many lives you took-"

"Shut up!" Sora roared, pointing his own Keyblade at Grey, "I fought those guys so they didn't harm my friends, and I don't regret it."

Grey smirked, his face now taking a cold and crueler look, "Oh… so what if, just what if… I tell you some of this blood in my blade is from your friends?"

Sora's eyes almost popped out of his skull in the sheer shock, anger and sorrow that took him all at once, before he gripped the Keyblade's handle tighter and ran at Grey, "You bastard!"

But, to his further surprise, Grey easily parried the blow, before spinning on his left heel and using the right one to kick Sora under the ribs, easily taking out the wind from the brunette's lungs as his sickening smile turned even sicklier while his face took on a sadistic look that explained his need: see Sora in pain. As the young hero laid on the ground Grey raised his twisted version of the Keyblade and swung it down before bringing it up in an upwards slash to Sora's chest, making the boy scream as a large cut appeared on his chest and clothes.

But Grey stopped seeing as the young swordsman's shirt, which he had cut open just a second ago, were starting to close up without a stain of blood regardless of the cut he left in the kid that laid on the ground clutching his aching wound. He hummed in deep thought, "So, your clothes are really magical, huh? Well, those three annoying fairies did make them… oh, and speaking of them I still have to catch that blue one. Her two friends weren't as fast when I started to have fun! Hyehehehehe!"

Hearing those words made Sora instantly forget the pain as he gripped the Keyblade and used it to get up… only for him to see Grey appear before him in an instant as if he had warped from where he once was, and deliver another slash, now to the kid's lower ribs. He once fell down again as the man… no, the monster before him smiled even more.

"But they weren't as FUN as that rat of the kind… he tried to save his queen, did you know? And when his two best pals tried to risk their necks for him… he just threw them away to some new world to save them from what I was about to do to them… just before I had the Heartless devour his pathetic world."

"Y-You…" Sora struggled yet again to his feet, gritting his teeth with all the hatred he felt towards this monster.

Grey smirked as he pointed his own blade at Sora's face, and spoke with the most sadistic tone existent, "But you… you Sora will give me the MOST fun of them all. Your heart… it is a BIG nuisance, it's so pure that it's very hard for me to outright kill you with darkness, SO I'll just have to make sure you're in a lot of pain so when I have my fun with you… you'll never come back again. Heh…hehehehe… hahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAH…!"

Sora gripped his blade tighter, to the point his knuckles turned white and his nails dug deep into his flesh, causing blood to flow between his fingers. He ignored the pain he was feeling, all of it, the once cuased by his wounds and the one caused by Grey… he just wanted to-

"Oh, but I will have so much MORE fun when I get my hands on your little friend Kairi… and make sure her suffering NEVER ends!"

Sora exploded, "YOU SON OF A-"

*Squelch!*

He now felt nothing as his blood poured out of his chest and he fell down on the white void he was in with this monster.

"Now now… as I said before, your pain and suffering have to be the MOST delicious ever." Grey said with a sickening smirk as he approached Sora, poking his cheek with his blade's tip. "I just need you to suffer lots, LOTS more… before I can truly make you and everything and everyone in this universe suffer for all of eternity… hehehehehehehe… hahahahahahahaha…GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…!"

And that's it for the prologue! Sorry if it was short but I'll try to update soon, because I'm very busy now with a lot of work. That's real life for you, heh...

Review or I'll kill this lazy writer! I mean it! He didn't give me any lines in this fic! This is why I hate Fanfiction! No images since all you writers are too lazy or sucky to draw me and my sexy ass! We don't need to be told of how hot babes like all those I had fun with are! We need fanservice and-

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I love you, Big B!