Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or settings. They belong to Andrew Hussie.

Author's Note: Haha... It's been so long, and I feel the need to apologize. So, sorry! School started a couple months ago and now I hardly have time to write. Plus, I've become obsessed with Andrew Hussie's webcomic, Homestuck. That means no Kingdom Hearts fanfics for a while. :L Anyways, I've changed some things such as their ages and whatnot. This is mostly going to be in John's perspective - sometimes Karkat's.
Yeah. This is going to be a John/Karkat fanfic.
That means YAOI, or SHOUNEN-AI. c:
Okay, um... Think of this chapter as some sort of prologue.

REDONE ON SUNDAY, JUNE 30TH.

"No more pain," he paused, taking in the sight of the battle field. Bodies littered the ground, cold, blood-stained, and lifeless. At least they have a second chance - unlike him. If he died, he wouldn't be able to respawn, or be revived. Not again.

His God Tier powers were limited that way. They helped revive him once, a second time would be asking too much. If he failed his next task, he would be gone for good. He began walking at a faster pace towards the center of the field.

Dave and Karkat were most likely there facing Jack. "No more sadness," he whispered. He received a few awkward glances from the few who were still alive; badly wounded, but alive none the less. "No more."

He gripped the handles of his dual hammers tightly in his hands. Jack would pay. As he reached the center, his breath hitched in his throat. His mental shield gave way, releasing a series of strong emotions coursing through his veins.

His best friend, Dave Strider, was laying on the ground, his shaggy blonde hair tangled and knotted with blood and dirt. His God Tier outfit was torn in several places, each tear crying a river of deep crimson blood. Dave's katana, or ninja sword, was clutched in his right hand, the blade snapped in half. His shades were also missing.

Karkat was only a few feet away, leaning on his sickle that was wedged into the ground. His unruly black hair covered his red -blood shot- eyes; the shadows making his light grey skin seem much darker than it already was. The Cancer's God Tier outfit was torn as well, but in much worse condition than Dave's. He was gasping for air.

Jack Noir stood in front of the troll, an insane grin plastered onto his pure white face. His sword was just above Karkat's head.

He charged.

The fourteen year old boy with raven-black hair, unearthly blue eyes, and thick black square glasses charged, his dual hammers raised; ready for an offensive attack. The wind picked up and began roaring mercilessly, matching the Heir of Breath's emotions.

This is the day John Egbert snapped.