What's up everyone. Xergg here, bringing you the re-make of KH: Twilight Legacy. How you all enjoy!Seven years before the events of Kingdom Hearts…

On the large planet of Farplex, in the royal city of Rambosa, three children ran through the night, two boys and a young girl. Usually, the city was filled with such lively life during the night. Parties and clubs were a hit when the sun finally set behind the mountains. But not this night…everything was silent on this night…

The three children were dressed in cloaks, which hid their features. The three scurried into an alleyway, catching their breaths before preparing to run again. The oldest boy, no older than seven, wearing a black cloak with a few white stripes, peered his head around the darkened corner. He could see a few figures, dressed in some sort of armor, running down the street. He put his hand back at the other two kids, telling them to back up. And they did…

"Greg, are they still after us?" The second boy asked, dressed in a black cloak, who was around the age of six or seven. The older boy, Greg, looked back and nodded silently. The un-named boy shook his head in disbelief. "What is going on?"

"I don't know, Jason." Greg whispered, as he backed up, causing the other two to back up as well. "But mother said we had to leave the city."

"What about father?" Jason asked his brother in a low tone. Greg just shrugged as he kept his eyes on the streets, watching the figure run by yelling their names.

"Will me see mommy and daddy, again?" The girl asked, dressed in a white cloak, who was about four years old. She held tightly to Jason's dark colored shirt. She had never been so frightened in her life. One moment she was in her room, preparing to go to sleep, and the next, she was out running the streets and hiding in alleyways.

"I don't know, Rebecca, but it's possible." Greg felt as if he was telling the young girl a lie, but he had to tell her something. He avoided looking at her as best he could. Even though the cloak was shrouding her eyes, he would still see the fright locked away in them.

He glanced back at the little girl, twice, before throwing a glare at Jason. "Why the heck did you give her a white cloak?!" He whispered harshly. "That white stands out like a light in the dark!"

"It was the only one I could find!" Jason whispered back.

"Well-"

"Hey! There they are!" A voice shouted, causing the three siblings to look at the alleyway entrance.

Several soldiers stormed the narrow pathway, all, of which, were running towards the children. The three children sprinted off without a second thought, daring not to look back at their pursuers. They ran out of the alleyway and down the street, trying as best as they could to look as if they were playing a game, as not to draw attention.

"This way!" Greg ordered, as he turned a corner with his siblings following him.

They soon found themselves running down the side of a wide canal. The shouting of the armored figures was the only things the trio could hear. As if things couldn't get any worse, they did…

Greg stopped running…

Jason stopped and turned around, Rebecca gripping his hand tightly. "What are you doing?! We have to go!"

But Greg ignored Jason's plea completely. "Listen, mother said that there is an escape ship at the end of the canal, built in the ground somewhere. I don't know where it is, but you have to find it and leave. Just follow the canal to the end of the city, it should be there somewhere."

Rebecca's eyes widened. "But…what about you?"

"Mother told me to protect you, and that's what I'm going to do." Greg could feel something form in his grasp.

A light emerged, surrounded by a spiraling darkness. A gold and black Keyblade appeared in the boy's grip, seemingly to large for the boy to carry. The handle of the Keyblade is of two black wings extending from the guard and ending at the pommel, surrounding the hilt. The hilt, itself, was a brilliant gold metal, as well as the blade of the Keyblade. Spiraling, tribal designs could be seen on the side of the gold blade. The very tip of the blade was shaped like a five-point crown, each point either black or gold. On the opposite side of the Keyblade, near the middle, was a black wing-like shape that extended towards the hilt.

Jason was in awe. "A…a Keyblade? When did-"

"Take Rebecca and go! I'll catch up!" Greg shouted, as he turned around towards the approaching figures.

"You promise…?" Rebecca asked, tears swelling up near the edge of her eyes. But Greg didn't reply, he only stood silent.

Jason frowned, feeling a bit of anger emerge from deep inside him. He tugged on Rebecca's arm. "Let's go, sis." He said, as they began sprinting down the side of the canal, again.

And just like that, Greg was alone. The metallic boots of the figures rang out, as they grew nearer and nearer. Greg could hear one of them call out his name, as they came rushing from the darkness and into the moon's rays. The moonlight reflected off of their armor, giving off a brilliant shine.

One figure stepped forward. "You are to return to-"

"I'm not going anywhere." Greg interrupted, his Keyblade shining in his hand.

"Please, young-"

"Give it up," Greg interrupted the figure again. "I'm not going back."

The figure paused for a moment, as another figure whispered something to him. The little Keyblade Wielder could hear the figure let out a laugh.

"It seems we were told to bring you back at any cost." He said, laughing still heard in his voice. He unsheathed his sword, which was strapped to his side.

But Greg didn't waver, not in the least. He stood still, glaring at the figures from under his hood, as the wind began to swirl around them. Suddenly, the wind wrapped itself around Greg, as light and dark energy began to form around the boy as well.

The sound of metallic footsteps could be heard as the figures took a few steps back. The leading figure could see one of the boy's eyes, as it began to glow a bright white from under the hood.

"I was chosen for a reason..." Greg murmured."Where the heck is that escape ship?!" Jason shouted, as he stomped his foot on the ground. The remaining two siblings had finally reached their destination, but couldn't find the escape pod.

"Maybe Greg we'll know when he gets-"

"Ahhh!" Came Rebecca's voice. Jason turned just in time to see Rebecca being lifted into the air by a large object, rising up from in the ground. As the dirt and bushes fell off of the object, Jason could recognize it as the ship.

"Rebecca, you found it!" Jason shouted cheerfully, as he ran over to the ship. Rebecca seemed to roll off with the dirt, landing on Jason's head. Her brother frowned and opened the hatch, boarding the small ship. He quickly went to the controls and pressed a button, which started the ship up immediately.

"Take off in 5 seconds…" A computerized voice announced. Jason's eyes widened.

"Rebecca, get on the ship!" He shouted, to his sister, who was still outside. She peered her head in and smiled.

"But what about Greg?" She asked. But before she could answer, the hatch closed, pushing her inside the ship. As she stood up, she could feel the ship moving. "Jason…?"

"It's taking off." He glanced back at Rebecca with a sad look. "There's nothing we can do…"

Rebecca instantly knew what he was talking about and rushed to the window, hoping that Greg had grabbed onto part of the ship, like the characters in the stories her mother told her before she went to sleep at night. But there was no sign of him. Instead, a bright light, coming from inside the city, where they left Greg, lit up the sky. A wave of energy washed over the ship, making it rock back and forth.

"What's happening?" Jason asked, to himself more than Rebecca. The ship's control system was beginning to malfunction and random coordinates were put in. The ship was meant to take them to the other side of Farplex, but now it was headed towards outer space, into the beyond.

Tears came flowing down Rebecca's face, as they left the planet. She called out her older brother's name, but he would not hear her voice…He wouldn't hear it for a long, long time…

Six Months after the events of KH2…

Ragnias City, also known as the sister city of Rambosa, is the largest city on the planet Farplex. Located on the other side of the planet, it is known for it's tourist attractions and hundreds of stores, it the most populated city on the planet. The most famous of people live in this city, or close to it, making it almost as royal as Rambosa.

This is where our story begins…

A girl, around the age of sixteen or so, with long blond hair, walked down the street carrying two large bags with her. She was dressed in a simple, white, short-sleeved shirt that had the words "Angel" going across the front. She also wore a blue, jean skirt with a pair of white tennis shoes. Her eyes were a bright green, emerald color. She was thin, but not too thin.

As the girl walked down the street, passing by other shoppers, she failed to notice the three shady figures following her. She began to hum a tune that had popped up in her head, as she turned the corner and began walking down a not-so-crowded street. To be honest, the street barely had any people walking the sidewalks, since there were no stores on the street. Still, it didn't bother the girl, as she continued walking and humming her tune.

A large, chubby man stepped in her path of travel and stared at her. The girl decided to go around, giving the man a strange look. But when she tried to do so, the man stepped to the side, blocking her path again. The girl backed up, but stopped when she felt someone behind her. She turned around quickly to see two more men, much skinnier than the fat one, standing behind her, smiling.

"Hey little lady, what's in the bag?" One of the skinnier men asked, as he stepped forward.

The girl took a step back. She felt nervous and frightened, scared of what the men might do. There was no one around to help her. If she were to make it out of this situation, she decided that this would be the last time she went shopping alone.

But she couldn't let them see that she was scared, or maybe they would try to do something to her. She tried to think a few scenarios out in her mind, but none of them involved her escaping safely. The only thing that came to mind was…rape…

The girl swallowed hard, trying to hold back her fright. "It's none of your business! So why don't you just scram?!" She shouted.

The men chuckled, causing the girl to tense up. Certainly that laughter didn't make her feel any less scared. In fact, it nearly caused her to drop her bags and scream as loud as she could. But she knew that if she were to do that, they would most defiantly do something with or to her.

"Oh, I like'em feisty!" The chubby man said, still a hint of laughter in his voice. If the girl wasn't scared before, she was now. Her legs began to shake and she tried to stay standing, but her legs gave out a moment after the man finished his sentence.

"P-Please, take t-them and l-leave." She girl said softly, placing the bags on the ground and pushing them towards the two men.

"Oh, we don't want what's in the bag." The chubby man said, as he grabbed the girl's arm. As if something possessed her, the girl closed her eyes and jerked her arm back and into the fat man's stomach. The man let out a small noise of pain and frustration.

"Why you little-"

"You can let go of her now." A voice called out. Hearing the familiar voice, the girl couldn't help but smile and open her eyes. She looked behind the chubby man to see a boy standing down the sidewalk with his arms crossed. The boy was no older than the girl, with a thin, muscular build. He wore a sleeve-less navy shirt with long, black shorts and sporting black and blue Adidas on his feet. On his wrists he wore two black wristbands and a pair of fingerless, black and blue gloves His spiky black hair swayed in the wind, as he chocolate brown eyes glared at the men attacking his friend.

"And just who might you be?" One of the skinnier men asked.

"Does it matter?" The boy asked, sighing slightly. He then appeared before the fat man, elbowing him in the face, causing him to fall to the ground as well. The boy laughed in disbelief and then walked to the girl.

"You okay, Tami?" The boy asked, looking into her eyes. The girl blushed for a moment, gazing into his, but then looked away in embarrassment. "I tell ya, Tami, you're always getting yourself into trouble." He stood up and looked at the two men, helping up the larger one.

Tami looked up at her hero, Greg. It wasn't the first time he had saved her. No, he had saved her so many times that she had lost count. He was probably her closest friends, and she could always depend on him, even when it seemed he wouldn't show. And there he was, standing before her, protecting her yet again.

"T-That kid! He hit me!" The large man yelled, rubbing his cheek. He looked at his two thin friends. "Get that kid! Teach him a lesson!"

"Will do." One of the skinny men said, walking toward Greg. The young boy had no time to reply, as one of the men threw a punch at him. Letting out a small sigh, Greg moved his head to the side, allowing the fist to move right by his face. He then pushed the fist aside with his left hand and punch the man in the gut with his right. He did not even give the second man a chance, as he moved quickly across the sidewalk, knocking him out with one punch.

"Man, you guys suck…I mean, reeeeaaaally suck." Greg said, laughing slightly. He watched as the only skinny man conscious stood up and backed away towards the chubby man, who was staring wide-eyed.

"Let's get outta here!" The chubby man shouted, as he began to run off. The skinnier man did not even bother to ask about his friend, as he rushed off behind the chubby man as well.

"So much for friendship." Greg murmured, as he looked down at unconscious man. His eyes then traveled back to Tami, who was picking herself up off of the ground. He walked over and picked the bags up, just as she was about to. "Don't worry, I got them." He said, smiling.

"I'm sure I can handle carrying a couple of bags, Mr. Hero. I'm not as useless as I look." Tami argued with a small smile.

"Hey, you said it, not me." Greg laughed, but then felt something hit the back of his head. He didn't have to turn around to know what it was. "I didn't even deserve that smack, you know."

"Yeah, yeah." Tami said, as she led the way down the sidewalk, Greg tagging along behind her. "So tell me, what were you doing out here? Weren't you supposed to be cleaning the house for Ravu or hanging with Brandon?" She asked, referring to their two other friends. She thought for a moment and spoke before Greg could get a chance to. "Weren't you supposed to be leaving town on some trip?"

Greg blinked in confusion, but the thoughts came rushing back to him. He was supposed to leave Ragnias City to go sight seeing or something like that, but never got around to it. After being in Ragnias for so long, it seemed strange to just up and leave.

But that wasn't the only reason. Today was a very special day, for a very special woman.

"Well, yeah, but I changed my mind." He responded, as he shifted the bags around in his arms. "And besides, it's Sophia's birthday today. I couldn't leave on her birthday."

"Sounds to me like you wanted to skip out on work today." Tami giggled as they came to a house. The house wasn't as big as the others, but it wasn't small either. It seemed to be just right for the amount of people staying in it, which were three; Greg, Ravu, and a lady by the name of Sophia.

Sophia, the only adult in the house, was a nice, middle-aged lady. One would think she was a young woman, if not for the gray hairs there were starting to appear in her head. She always kept her hair in a small ponytail or something of that nature. She would mostly be seen in her bright blue dress, which was a little darker than sky blue, and a white apron.

Ravu, a young girl who was about Greg's age with fiery orange eyes, was the second female of the household, who had been orphaned at a young age. She would mostly be seen in her favorite red, short-sleeved shirt and her ripped blue jeans, with a pair of red converses with orange flames. And her short, sky blue hair would always stay about neck-length, never longer nor shorter.

At first appearance, people would think that Greg and Ravu were dating. But after realizing how long they've lived together, they see them as sister and brother, which is how they felt towards each other. But Ravu is also known as Greg's rival, since they seem to have different opinions about everything, and seem to always be equal when it came to sword fighting.

Tami walked through the door of the house and felt a pleasant smell enter her nose. Sophia would always be cooking around this time, and it would always smell delicious. And the house, it never seemed to change. As soon as one would walk through the door, they were only a few steps away from the living room, which held a long couch, two chairs, a table in the middle of the floor, and a television facing the couch, hanging on the wall. Walking in the opposite direction of the living room would result in walking upstairs, where three bedrooms were, which belonged to the three people who lived in the house. If one were to walk past the living room, they would enter the dining room, which was also home to the kitchen.

Other than those things, the house was home to pictures of the trio, as well as Tami and a boy by the name as Brandon, some lamps and decorative things here and there. It was quite the peaceful home that anyone would want.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" Tami asked, as she walked into the house and kicked off her shoes. "Ravu? Sophia?"

Greg walked in and shut the door using one of his foots. He kicked his shoes off and placed the bags on the ground. It wasn't natural for the house to be empty at this time of day. But he knew someone was home, someone in particular.

"Hey Ravu, get you fat butt out here!" Greg yelled, laughing afterward. He glanced over at Tami who shook her head in disbelief. As Tami bent over to pick up the bags, a shoe came flying through the air, over her and hitting Greg in the face, causing him to stumble back into the door.

"Who you calling fat?!" Ravu shouted, as she stomped into the living room. She had an apron on over her clothes and a spatula in her hand. "Were you calling me fat?!"

Greg laughed nervously as he rubbed his nose, where the shoe had hit him. "No, no! I would never call you that!" He lied.

Ravu glared at him for a minute, narrowing her eyes. She then turned her attention to Tami, who was trying to stifle a laugh. "So, are those the supplies?" She asked.

Tami waited a moment to reply, trying to calm herself down. "Yes, these are the birthday things you wanted."

"Bring them to the dining room." Ravu said, as she grabbed a bag from the girl.

"Hey, wait-" Greg found himself ducking from another shoe, which crashed into the door, making a dent. "Man, Sophia is going to have your head." He chuckled, as he ran towards the dining room.

Tami and Ravu placed the bags on the table, just as Greg entered the room. They began removing things, such as party hats and party decorations, like balloons and a banner that read "Happy Birthday."

Greg found himself wandering towards the kitchen area, after smelling the sweet fragrance of cake. But when he got into the area, there were a lot more foods than he had expected; some type of meat, a couple of rolls, a few sweets here and there, and a few appetizers.

"Whoa, Ravu! Did you cook all of this?" Greg shouted, as he sniffed the air, taking in all the amazing smells.

"Yes, I did." Ravu replied, as she walked into the kitchen and looked at the cake, which was in the oven. "You think Sophia will like it?"

"Of course she'll like it! Heck, I even like it!" Greg shouted, as he hovered over the sweets, before he felt the spatula slam down onto his head, causing him to wince. "Okay, okay, I won't touch." He pouted.

Tami found herself in the kitchen as well, doing the exact same thing Greg was doing only moments ago. She picked up a small appetizer and tasted it. "Wow, Ravu, you've really outdone yourself. I never knew you could cook."

Greg's mouth dropped open. "Hey, how come-"

"Yeah, Sophia taught him." Ravu said, ignoring Greg completely.

"Sophia is going to be stunned when she finds out you cooked all of this delicious food." Tami couldn't help but smile. She then looked at Greg. "Greg, you should really try one of these."

"Don't mind if I do-ouch!" Before Greg could even reach out his hand, the spatula hit him once again. "Damn spatula…." He wandered back out to the dining room, seeing as how he couldn't eat any of the food. Ravu wouldn't even let him get a small taste! It was truly frustrating.

But his sights caught something that he had missed earlier; two boxes wrapped in colorful paper.

"Hey, are those-"

"That's it!" Ravu shouted, as she smacked him again with the spatula and grabbed his collar, pulling him out of the dining hall, through the living room, and to the door. "I want you to go out and help Brandon occupy Sophia, okay?! Because we're not going to get any work done with you sticking around here!" She opened the door and pushed him out.

"Aww, I'm just curious." Greg said, folding his arms.

"You should probably go out and get Sophia a gift. You should be curious about what you're going to get her." Ravu said, as she shut the door in his face. Greg frowned and muttered a few words under his breath, before heading off towards Market Street.

A boy, with shaggy, dirty blonde hair turned and smiled at Sophia, as they walked down the street. He wore a gray shirt with a white design on it, and blue jeans with white and black shoes.

"Brandon, I really should be getting back home. Greg and Ravu are probably worried about me." Sophia yelled over the crowds of people, as she grabbed Brandon's shoulder.

But Brandon just kept walking, pulling her along. He was, probably, Greg's closest friend, besides Tami and Ravu. He was, what the others called, the goofy one from the bunch. He would never be prepared for anything, and would have some wacky story to go along with it. But he was a true friend at heart, always looking to the bright side of things.

The said boy just smiled. "Nonsense, Miss Sophia! Greg went off on his trip today, and Ravu is doing some after school activity. They don't even know you're gone!" Brandon shouted back. "Anyway, it's your birthday today, isn't it?"

The question shocked Sophia. She had never told Brandon her birthday…or had she? Her memory was really getting bad now that age was catching up with her. She could no longer do the things she loved to do, like shop till she dropped. Instead, she was more of a mother figure, taking care of Greg and Ravu as best as she could.

Had they forgotten about her birthday, as well? She had even forgotten it was her birthday, so she really didn't expect for those two to remember. Besides, Greg's memory was a lot worse than hers, at times.

"Why yes it is, Brandon. But what does that have to do with you pulling me through Market Street? You know I don't come here around this time. I'm supposed to be home making supper."

"Don't worry, that's already taken care of." Brandon murmured, but Sophia was unaware of what he was saying, since the crowd was a lot louder than he was. He looked back at her and smiled again. "I'm going to take you shopping!" He yelled, surprising the woman. "I know how you don't have time to shop, but today is the day you can! I'm paying for everything!"

Sophia felt a surge of happiness go through her body; someone was actually celebrating her birthday. But she couldn't allow Brandon to pay for everything she wanted. It wouldn't be right. Still, it made her happy to know that someone cared, even if they weren't two people in particular.

Sophia shook her head and stopped Brandon. "No, Brandon, it's okay. I'm don't need anything. Let's just-"

"Nope, Miss Sophia! Today is your day, remember!" Brandon shouted back, still smiling.

The young boy wasn't at all kidding, even though he was only to stall her until later. He really wanted to get her something nice. Even though she wasn't his mother, she was just like one to him.

Sophie frowned, knowing that she had no way to get out of this. The only thing left to do was to give in and go shopping with the boy.

And so they did…

"Okay, that'll be 725.00 munny, please." The store clerk said, as he finished ringing up the several pairs of clothes Sophia had picked out, as well as a piece of candy that Brandon wanted.

Brandon reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. His eyes widened as he counted his munny. "Oh man…didn't think it would be THAT much.." He murmured to himself, as he counted out 500, exactly, placing it on the counter.

"Is there a problem, sir?" The store clerk asked, peering over the desk, slightly.

"No, no problem here!" Brandon lied, as he tried to look for a bit more munny.

Sophia placed a hand over her mouth, realizing what Brandon was doing. She leaned over to him. "Don't worry Brandon, I don't need some of this stuff."

Brandon sighed and looked up, after having any luck at finding extra munny. As he stared down at the ground, he failed to notice the familiar face walk past him.

"Here ya go." Greg said, handing the man 225 munny. "That should do it, right?"

The clerk counted the munny and nodded, handing the bags over to the customers. Brandon couldn't help but smile.

"Greg thanks a lot man!" He said, putting his wallet away. Greg picked up the bags, handing a few over to Brandon.

"It's the least I could do." Greg replied with a smile. He looked over at Sophia. "Happy Birthday, Sophia!" He said with a much bigger smile. Sophia felt tears swell up at the edges of her eyes, as she hugged the boy. "Uh…."

"Thank you, Greg! And you too, Brandon!" She whispered, pulling the boys closer to her.

"Uh…Miss Sophia…you okay?" Brandon asked, raising an eyebrow. Sophia withdrew from the hug and wiped her eyes.

"Yes, I'm fine." She said, smiling. "Now let's get back home."

As she finished that sentence, the boys shook their heads.

"No!" They shouted, resulting in a strange stare from Sophia.

"Why not?" She asked. She narrowed her eyes. "You boys aren't up to something, are you?"

"No, no, not today, anyway." Greg responded.

"Yeah, we just want to continue shopping with you. Everything is on us…well, erm…Greg!" Brandon began to laugh softly. As Sophia began to protest, Greg pushed her softly towards the door.

"Nope, you heard the boy! We're still shopping!"

Destiny Island…

The bare feet of the auburn haired girl dipped into the sand, as she walked across the beach. She could feel the weight of worry, as it continued to fall off of her shoulders. Kairi gazed out at the water, thinking back to the little adventure they had all returned from, only six months ago.

And then, she thought of Sora…

The carefree teen, with the crazy hairstyle, had been through so much over the past 2 years, after losing her and Riku, and having to search on his own to find them both. Well, not entirely on his own, he had friends to help him along the way, of course. But just thinking about it made Kairi a bit uncomfortable. She couldn't help but think of what Sora had been through.

Upon returning to the island, she could see that Sora and Riku were both tired, exhausted even. But after being back, for a least a month, the two were back at it; they're little rivalry. Always challenging one another to some sort of small event, to see who would come out on top. One would think they would want to relax for a bit more, but they proved otherwise.

The young female smiled as she thought of the smiling faces of the two boys, whom she called her best friends. Just having them back and knowing they were okay were enough to bring a smile to her face.

But her smile faded as she caught glimpse of something reflecting the rays of the sun. She winced slightly, as the light temporarily blinded her eyes. Curious, she made her way towards the shining object to find a glass body washed up on shore. She knelt down and picked it up.

"What's this?" She asked herself, as she stared at it. There was a slip of paper inside, wrapped in a familiar looking seal. Kairi dusted the wet sand off and took a closer look inside. Her eyes widened at the seal of the King.

"The King?" Kairi knew immediately what she had to do. At that moment, she broke into a sprint, heading towards the sidewalk and grabbing her shoes. She slipped her shoes on quickly and ran down the sidewalk. She needed to get a boat and head over to the old play island…she had to find Sora and Riku…

The young Keyblade Master wandered his way across the sand, letting his feet lead him. With his arms rested behind his head, in one of his famous positions, he found himself thinking back to his many battles over the past two years; his battle with the Heartless, Ansem, and the leading Nobody, Xemnas. Both battles were to save his friends, and both battles he had triumphed over. Of course, Riku had helped him against Xemnas, and he wasn't sure he could beat Xemnas without his friend's help.

As his thoughts raced, thinking of all the friends he made and all the new places he got to see, a silver haired teen caught his eye. Riku.

The said male was sitting on a tree, off in the distance, enjoying the sunset. What better way to end the day!

Sora increased his walking pace, which turned into a jog. He ran up the small slope and over the bridge, coming up on the tree his friend was sitting on. Upon reaching the tree, he placed his hands on it and pushed himself up and over the tree, landing carefully on his feet. He straightened his form and leaned back against the trunk of the tree, placing his hands behind his head, once again.

Riku didn't seem surprised to see Sora join him. In fact, it was bound to happen. They would also find themselves here, staring out at the sunset and at the possibilities that were beyond the horizon. But this time, it was different. He was just happy to be home, with his friends and family.

"Nothing's changed, huh?" Riku spoke, breaking the small silence between the two males.

"Nope," Sora replied with a smile. "Nothing will."

Riku smiled, thinking back to their adventures. "What a small world." He murmured, his eyes still gazing out at the ocean.

"But," Sora began. "Part of one that's much bigger."

"Yeah."

Sora thought back to when they returned, the Door To Light that saved them from living in that dark realm. He had thought about it at times, but he always thought it had something to do with Kairi and the letter she wrote.

He glanced up at Riku. "Hey Riku…what do you think it was-the door to the light?"

Riku felt a smile grace his lips as he jumped from the tree and onto the ground. Sora couldn't help but straighten his form as his friend landed beside him.

Riku pointed to Sora's chest, his heart. "This."

"This?" Sora asked, placing his hand over his chest. He wasn't quite getting it at the moment. But that only made Riku smile.

"Yeah, it's always closer than you think."

Sora couldn't help but smile, as he finally got was Riku was trying to say.

"Sora! Riku!" The said boys turned towards the voice to see Kairi sprinting over the bridge and towards them, with something in her hand. They watched as she came up to them and bent over, panting heavily.

"Hey! What's up?" Sora asked.

"Look!" Kairi replied, holding the bottle up to Sora's face, causing the boy to raise an eyebrow. He looked closer and could see the seal of the King on a letter, inside.

"From the King?" He immediately took the bottle from her and opened it, shaking it on his hand in order to retrieve the letter. He quickly un-rolled it and looked at it.

Riku could only smile at what the note might bring, as he peered over his friend's shoulder to look at the letter. Kairi did the same, only her look was of exhaustion, from running all the way to them, and of worry.

As the trio read it, a questioned look appeared on the their faces.

"I wonder what's going on?" Sora asked, as he looked at his friends. "You think trouble is rearing its ugly head again?"

"Could be." Riku murmured, looking up from the letter.

"What do we do?" Kairi asked.

"We do exactly what the letter says." Sora replied, almost instantly. "We leave tomorrow night, okay?" He looked at the faces of his two friends.

"Right."

"Yeah."

Ragnias City, Sophia's Home…

Brandon rushed through the door, quickly slamming it behind him. As soon as he did so, everyone yelled "Surprise!" He looked at the living room, which was decorated with balloons and such. Many people were sitting in the living room, but not too many. Brandon's parents were there, as well as Tami's parents.

Ravu stomped to the door, with two girls following her, one of which was Tami.

"Brandon! What is wrong with you?! We thought you were Sophia!" Ravu snapped.

"Sorry," Brandon replied innocently. "I just came to warn you that Sophia is almost here." He then looked at the third girl, behind Ravu and Tami. "And…uh…who is that?"

Tami blinked in confusion, but then smiled when she saw Brandon point to the girl behind her. "Oh, this is Leah. She's a friend from school."

Leah wore a red tank, a pair of stonewash jeans with suspenders, and a pair of black shoes with zippers. Over her tank, she wore a black, short-sleeved coat that came down to her knees, which was cut in the back from the hip and down. Gold lining and two gold strips decorated her sleeves, hood and collar. On her back was the image of a golden star, along with a golden crown and six golden wings.

To say the least, her outfit was very detailed, and Brandon could see that clearly. But what really surprised him were her golden green eyes. Sure, he had seen green eyes before, after looking at Tami's almost every single day, but he had never seen golden green eyes before. But her long, brown hair made it hard to see her right eye, as it seemed to cover up her right eye.

"Oh…well….it's nice to meet you." Brandon said, extending his right hand.

Leah extended her as well and shook it. "Likewise." She murmured.

"Okay, you two can talk later." Ravu said, as she looked out the window. She glanced back at the others. "Quick, someone hit the lights, here they come!"

The lights slowly dimmed and the sound of voices could be heard outside the house. The footsteps of two people could be heard approaching the door.

Ravu's eyes went back towards the people in the room. "Everyone, remember what to do?" She heard a bit of affirmative answers from the people, except for Brandon, who made a "what do we do?" kind of sound.

The door peered open and Greg was the first to walk in. He looked around, trying to find the lights.

"Sophia, where the heck are the lights?" He asked, pretending not to know.

"Oh Greg, you know exactly where they are." Sophia said, as she walked into the house and closed the door. As soon as she did, Greg flipped on the lights…

"SURPRISE!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SOPHIA!!" Everyone yelled, almost giving the woman a heart attack.

"Oh dear…" She said, cupping her hands over her mouth. She couldn't believe what was happening. Looking around the room, she could see quite a bit familiar faces, as well as a few students from Greg and Ravu's school.

Tears were beginning to form on the edge of her eyes, yet again. "Thank you, everyone!" She said with a smile. Everyone seemed to stand up and wandered toward her, continuously telling her happy birthday over and over again.

"Miss Sophia!" Tami spoke up, over the other guests. "We prepared a great gift for you! Come to the dining room!"

Sophia, still shocked, could only think of what it might be. Because she stood in the same spot, not daring to move, Greg grabbed her hand and led her into the dining room, with the guests following. When she got to the room, her breath was almost taken away immediately at the sight of the food filled table.

"Oh my God, who did all of this?" She asked, looking back at Greg, Brandon and Tami.

"I would love to say it was all of us, but the thanks will have to go to Ravu. She made all of this herself, just for you." Greg said, glancing towards Ravu, who stood at the table proudly.

"She did?" Sophia asked, glancing over at Ravu, who only nodded in return. The old woman could feel a bit of energy swell up inside her. "Everyone, let's eat!" She yelled, as she and the guests walked over to the table.

The party lasted a few hours, four at best, before everyone headed home. This only meant that Greg and the others had to clean up, which was the downside of throwing a party for a very special woman. But it was all worth it, in the end. After everything she had done for them, it was the least they could do. Besides, no one ever seemed to do anything for her.

Tami, Ravu and Leah found themselves cleaning the dining room and the kitchen, leaving the living room for the boys to clean. The dining room was not as dirty as one might think, after the guest would bring food and drinks into the living room and spill them. The boys had their work cut out for them this time.

"Where are the boys?" Sophia asked, as she finished cleaning the table. The girls had volunteered to clean the dishes, while she cleaned the table. Basically giving her the easy work.

"They're both cleaning the living room, why?" Tami asked, as she dried off a plate with the towel in her hand.

"Because today is a very special day." Ravu said, as she narrowed her eyes and smiled, as she stared into the soapy water. The blue haired girl looked peaceful, as she thought back.

Tami couldn't help but look confuse. Of course today was special, it was Sophia's birthday!

Leah, on the other hand, just continued to scrub down the dishes, not seeming to pay the others any mind. Though, it still peeked her interest.

"Well, today is your birthday, Miss Sophia, so it has to be a very special day." Tami said, breaking the silence.

"Well, yes, that is true." Sophia responded, as she walked into the kitchen area, laying the cloth, she used to clean the table with, on the counter. "But it's also the day we met Greg."

This only made Tami look even more confused. She knew Greg wasn't Sophia's son, but they had never brought up how they met.

"I remember it like it was yesterday." Sophia said, thinking back. "About seven or eight years ago, a week before today, my birthday, I was traveling back from the city of Rambosa. I found him alone, in the woods, near the edge of the city, holding some strange sword-thing."

"Strange sword thing?" Tami repeated. By now, Ravu and Leah had looked up from what they were doing, and looked at the woman.

"Did you say, a strange sword?" Ravu asked.

"Yes." Sophia replied. "It was strange because when I touched it, it disappeared."

If the strange sword part didn't surprise them, the disappearing part did. For some reason, Ravu had a sense of what the weapon was, and she felt that Leah did as well. Tami, on the other hand, was totally blind to the fact of what it was.

"Anyway," Sophia began, not wanting to dwell on the subject any longer. "Half way around this world, seven whole days, he slept. Until I reach Ragnias City, which is when he woke up. He didn't know where he was, or whom he was with, but he said something about finding a Rebecca and a Jason. But I told him that I knew no such people. Unfortunately, he forgot all about them a few days later. He never spoke of them again."

"I remember that day." Tami said, as she spoke up. "On your birthday, I met him! My parents wanted to come over here and give you a gift, that is when I met him."

"That's the day we all met him." Ravu said, thinking back to the day. They were nothing but children back then, no older than six or seven.

Leah couldn't shake the feeling that she knew about the weapon Greg carried when he was found. It seemed too familiar, like a weapon she knew all too well.

"Well, it's getting late, so I should probably head on up to bed." Sophia told them, as she retreated towards the living room. "Goodnight girls." She said. "Goodnight boys." She said, walking through the living room. The girls could hear Brandon and Greg reply.

"I better go, as well." Leah said, as she finally finished washing her share of dishes. She wiped her hand with a dry towel and proceeded towards the living room door.

"Wait," Ravu said, as she wiped her hands as well. She gazed towards Tami, not wanting to leave her to finish the dishes on her own. "Can you finish up here? I want to walk Leah home."

"Sure, just tell one of the boys to come help me." Tami replied with a quick smile, her thoughts still dwelling on past memories.

"Will do!" Ravu replied, as she ran to catch up with Leah. As they walked into the living room, she noticed that Greg and Brandon had already finished and were watching television. Being typical boys.

"Guys, one of you needs to go and help Tami in the kitchen." Ravu said, as she opened the door. "Now!" She ordered, as she and Leah left, slamming the door behind them.

As if something were funny, Brandon let out a loud laugh and stood up from the chair, stretching his arms. He looked at Greg and laughed again.

"Well, dude, I better be getting home. My mom wants me to get home and…you know, clean my room." He laughed again and ran to the door, before Greg could get up. "Good luck with those dishes, bud!" He chuckled, running out the door.

Greg sighed in disbelief at his friend's actions. It was ordinary that Brandon does something like that, and he was quite used to it already.

He stood up and walked to the kitchen, where Tami was humming another tune. She looked up at him and smiled. "So, did Brandon ditch you again?" She asked.

Greg smirked. "How'd you know?" He replied, as he picked up a towel and began drying off the dishes.

"Because on occasions like this, you always end up cleaning dishes with either Ravu or myself, while Brandon skips out." Tami let out a small giggle, as she handed another wet dish to Greg.

"Well, that's Brandon for ya." Greg laughed. Tami laughed and bumped him in the side with her hip. He laughed again. "And Tami will be Tami."

"Yep, that's me." She laughed, fiddling with the dishes. She looked up at the clock, which read 11:45 p.m. "Man, it's getting really late."

Greg looked up at the ticking contraption. "Yeah, it is." He wiped his hands. "Well, come on, I'll walk you home."

"Oh! Really now?" Tami asked, wiping her hands on the towel. "When did you become such a gentleman."

Greg winced and turned around, back to the dishes. "On second thought, be safe when you walk home. I got to finish up here."

Tami laughed as she grabbed his arm and pulled him through the dining and living room, and through the door.

Streetlights lit up their path, as Ravu and Leah walked down the street, towards Leah's home. Not many people were out, if not any. Most had turned in for the night, and the people they did see on the streets were people that had just come from Sophia's big birthday party.

"Listen, Ravu," Leah said, breaking the silence between the two and drawing Ravu's attention. "I want to thank you, for inviting me to Miss Sophia's party. I don't really go to events like that."

"Don't worry about it, it's the least I can do, after helping me with my studying." Ravu replied with a smile.

"Yeah, well you didn't really need my help." Leah replied, as the two passed another street light. She thought back to the story Sophia had told them earlier. "So, Ravu, what do you think that sword was? I have a pretty good idea what it was, but it's hard to believe that he can wield one"

Ravu knew exactly what Leah was talking about. "You mean, the Keyblade?" She asked lowly, almost like a whisper.

"Yeah. Does it seem strange to you?"

Ravu was more shocked that Leah knew about the Keyblade, rather than Greg wielding on. After living with the said male for so long, and watching him fight, she knew he had to be hiding something.

"Well, no, not really." Ravu stopped walking. "But, how do you know about the Keyblade?"

"Even though we're friends, Ravu, there are a lot of things you don't know about me." Leah replied, as she stopped walking as well. The tail of her coat fluttered into the air, as a disturbing feeling washed over her. She turned around to see figures, dressed in tan, almost golden, like armor. When she looked down the sidewalk, she could see more of them approaching her and Ravu.

"Uh…what's going on?" Ravu asked, looking around. "What are you Rambosan soldiers doing here?"

"We came for the girl." One of the figures replied, stepping forward. He unsheathed his sword and pointed it at Leah. "You! Come with us, now!"

"You're kidding, right?" Leah said with a hint of laughter. "I don't even know who you guys are!"

"But we know who you are, Leah J. Seraphiel, a Keyblade Wielder from Traverse Town." Another soldier stated, as he stepped forward.

Leah's eyes widened as she heard her name come out of the soldier's mouth. She had no idea who these guys were, but they knew exactly who she was and where she was from. Something just didn't seem right about knowing that. Just who were these guys?

"I don't know where you heard that, but that doesn't mean I'm coming with you." Leah responded, throwing the soldiers a glare.

Ravu was in shock, now knowing that Leah was a Keyblade Wielder. Why hadn't she told anyone of her abilities? Surely, no one would look down upon her. But Ravu's train of thought was broken by the sound of guns cocking and swords being unsheathed. She glanced to the soldiers, whom were all preparing to attack Leah.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing!?" Ravu shouted, stepping in front of Leah. "You can't attack her! She doesn't have a weapon!" The girl lied.

"Shut that girl up, now!" The leading soldier ordered. Just as he did, two soldiers grabbed Ravu from behind, one of which covered her mouth so she couldn't yell.

The leading soldier chuckled and snapped his finger. Several soldiers began to approach Leah, who seemed un-wavered by their weapons. The girl could feel her hand tremble a bit, as she dared to call upon her weapon. Her golden green eyes scanned the area and the soldiers approaching, carefully. The metallic sound of their boots, against the ground, was all that could be heard, as they grew closer and closer to Leah.

In a flash of darkness, a Keyblade appeared in her hand, the Anti-Key. The blade was a deep black and the guard was a blood red.

As the Keyblade appeared in her hand, she sprinted forward quickly. The soldiers immediately began opening fire, but Leah dodged them without any trouble. She moved across the street with great speed and dodged the bullets gracefully. She danced her way close to the soldiers, giving herself some range. She then vanished, actually leaping into the air, confusing the soldiers.

"Where'd she go?" One asked.

"Up there-" As the soldier finished, Leah landed on his helmet, sending him to the ground. Using the soldier, she propelled herself at two more soldiers, slamming the Anti-Key into one's helmet and kicking the other to the ground. She landed on the ground, picking up one of the soldier's swords, and sprinted forward, almost as if she was invisible.

She appeared to the right of several soldiers, on the wall, actually. She pushed off and sent her Keyblade forward, in a move known as a Strike Raid. The Keyblade glided through the soldiers, knocking them in every direction possible. As Leah landed on the ground again, she brought up the sword she had picked up and, without looking, and blocked one of the soldier's attacks.

Her eyes traveled to the attacking soldier, gazing through his visor. She could feel the soldier trembling in fright, as the vibrations traveled through the sword.

"You're scared?" She asked. But before the soldier could answer, the Anti-Key flew out of the sky and slammed into the side of his helmet, knocking him to the ground. Leah grabbed the Keyblade before it hit the ground and looked around. Only a few soldiers were left; the soldiers holding Ravu hostage.

Her golden green eyes stared at the remaining soldiers. "Let her go."

Most of the soldiers were frightened, but the leading soldier, who had ran over when Leah started her attack, stepped forward.

"You're good, I'll give you that. But," He brought out a dagger from under his armor and held it to Ravu's neck. "I doubt you're fast enough to save your friend here." Ravu, however, didn't even seem worried. She just glanced down at the dagger.

"I said, let her go." Leah repeated, as she began to approach the soldiers.

"We will, if you come with us." The man chuckled, as he pressed the dagger against Ravu's neck. Again, Ravu seemed un-wavered.

"You guys really don't know who you're messing with." Ravu murmured, drawing the attention of the soldiers. She pushed back, sending the two soldiers, who were still holding her, back as well. As they hit the ground, Ravu flipped backwards and onto her feet. She extended her right hand to her side, where flames began to appear and form something, a Keyblade.

The guard and blade of the Keyblade were both black. Though, the blade contained a few red and orange flame designs on it. The blade structure was jagged and razor sharp, and some pieces of the blade were shaped like small flames. The blade was known as the Fallen Phoenix.

"What?! Another one!?" The leading soldier exclaimed, backing away. But he didn't back far, as Leah came into view. The remaining soldiers drew their weapons, in hopes that they would frighten the girls off.

But Ravu continued to glare at the soldiers, her fiery orange eyes seeming to melt into their souls. With a burst of speed, she attacked, running straight towards the leading soldier. She noticed another soldier draw his gun and aim it at her, causing her to vanish. She reappeared in front of the soldier and kicked him in the chest, sending him into the wall with a loud thud. She turned and vanished again, just in time to dodge several bullets that were fired off at her.

Suddenly, one by one, a fireball, from the sky, attacked each soldier causing them to fall on the ground. Soon, the only soldier left was the leading soldier, himself. Ravu landed on the ground, next to Leah, and stood up, both glaring at the soldier. The soldier looked at his men, and then at the girls.

"You…you two! We'll be back for you too!" The soldier shouted, as he rushed off into the night.

Ravu let out a sigh, as she watched the soldier disappear into the shadows. Her Keyblade dispersed into a pile of ashes, which were blown away by the wind. Leah's Keyblade, as well, dispersed, into a dark mist.

"I had no idea you could wield a Keyblade as well." Leah implied, glancing over to Ravu.

"Well, now the secrets out." Ravu said, laughing slightly. She rubbed the back of her head. "So…please don't tell anyone, okay?"

"Yeah, your secrets safe with me." Leah replied, giving the girl a nod.

"But not with me!" A voice called out from the roof. Both girls looked up to see…

Moments earlier…

"So you had to buy Sophia everything?!" Tami exclaimed, as she and Greg walked down the sidewalk alone. "What did Brandon buy her?"

Greg let out a laugh. "Well, he put about 500 in, but the rest was all me." He replied, placing his hands in his pocket.

"Well, that's very nice of you." Tami said, as she smiled at him. Greg, as usual, smiled back. He would always smile at her, for some strange reason. He and Ravu had a different relation though, like a sibling rivalry. And he and Brandon… combined together; they were the worst troublemakers in the city. But Tami felt like her relationship with him was different, like it was meant to be more. Yet, Greg never acted like it was supposed to be that way, so maybe she was just wrong. Maybe she was just…thinking too much, as usual.

Of course, she knew Greg liked her, just not as much as she liked him. It was actually kind of strange, once Tami thought about it. They had been friends for the longest, and she had always had a crush on him. It just seemed like they were always going to be friends, nothing more, so she never acted upon the feelings she had for him. In fact, she would ignore them, completely. She would receive gifts from him, on the holidays, but would think he was only being nice. She would repay him with a simple gift, nothing more, nothing less.

She had found out only a few months ago, three to be exact, that Greg actually did like her. But this information was coming from none other than Brandon, and he was known to joke around 75 of the time, as said by Greg. But what if he were speaking in that other 25? What he was telling the truth? Tami highly doubt that though, since Brandon was the goofball of the bunch. Still, it was a nice thought.

"It was the least I could do, for what she has done for me." Greg replied, as he looked down the street, still smiling. He could see Tami's house coming up, right ahead. He thought that maybe it'd be better if he stopped here and said his goodnight, since Tami's parents really didn't like for him to take her home this late. Better yet, they didn't like him going anywhere with her, alone, they always assumed he was "up to no good", which was not entirely a lie. After hanging with Brandon for so long, one would think he was doing things he wasn't supposed to.

But he knew his boundaries, not like he was going to take advantage of her. She was one of his closest friends and he would never try to do anything that would ruin their friendship. Not even giving her a small kiss, as a means to thank her for something. He would just say his "thank you" and go on with life, never dwelling on what-ifs much.

But there were times that he did dwell on them. Nights where all he could think about were "what-ifs" But they were nothing more than that, just "what-ifs" It was true though, he did have feelings for the girl, pretty strong feelings, actually. He just had a weird way of showing it, if he ever showed them at all, which he doubts he ever did. Something like him and Tami seems so unreal, so unclear, that he just doesn't like to think about it much. Because, in his mind, it will never, ever happen.

"Yeah, I know. She's done a lot for all of us, you know." Tami said, as she saw her house a few meters away. She stopped on the sidewalk, causing Greg to stop as well. The boy raised an eyebrow, wondering, exactly, what she was doing.

"You know, today is the day we first me…" She murmured softly as she looked at the ground, a small smile gracing her lips. Her emerald eyes gazed up at Greg, who seemed to be thinking. She only giggled slightly and took a few steps forward with her hands behind her back.

"Yeah…it is, isn't it?" Greg replied, thinking back to that day. "It's also the day I arrived in Ragnias City. I had no idea I would meet so many people here." He looked at Tami who had walked a bit further.

"That day…it was amazing." Tami said lowly, as she giggled. "Your first kiss, wasn't it?" She asked, looking at him from the corner of her eye.

Greg could feel his face heat up with embarrassment. "Well, I was only seven at the time…so…" He could hear Tami laugh. He watched as she spun on her heel, looking back at him.

"Don't be so embarrassed, it was my first too, you know!" She let out another laugh and backed up a bit further, towards her house. "And I'm not complaining." She smiled at him.

Greg let out a laugh and walked up a few steps, before Tami held up a finger. Greg raised his eyebrow in confusion.

"Hold on, I want to give you something." Tami said, as she rushed to her door. She pulled a key out of her pocket and opened the door, running quietly inside. Greg just blinked as he watched the girl disappear into the darkness of the house.

Greg took a look at the house. It was pretty much the same size as Sophia's, maybe a bit bigger, he couldn't really tell. Outside, flowers surrounded the home of his friend, as well as a tree in the middle of the yard and a railing surrounding the porch.

He walked up to the porch and leaned against the railing, looking up at the starry sky. He inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, as he closed his eyes, taking in the peaceful moment.

"I can't believe it's 12:00 already." Tami's voice cut through the silence, causing the boy to jump slightly. He had forgotten he was at her home, after being caught up in the moment. He looked over at the girl and at the box she held in her hand. It was an ordinary small, blue box, about the size of a tennis ball.

Tami walked up to him and held it out. She could feel her heart beginning to pound, threatening to burst out of her chest at any given moment. Her arms were shaking out of nervousness, but the shadows were able to hide it.

"Here…it's for you…" Tami mumbled, as she looked at the box, avoiding his eyes that were probably questioning her.

And they were. Greg looked at Tami, then at the box, and then at Tami again. She continued to look at the box as she held it out for him to grab.

"What for?" Greg asked, as he took the box from her hand. He failed to notice her trembling, due to the fact that he was trembling slightly as well, because of the same reason.

"I just wanted to get you something. It was meant to be a birthday present, but after remembering all those years ago, I feel that I should give it to you now." Tami said, as her eyes traveled up and met his. Though it was dark, she could see his eyes clearly. It was almost as if they were glowing.

Greg smiled and looked down at the box. "What is it?"

"Open it and see." Tami said, as she looked down at the box as well.

And so, he opened the box. Inside was a small, silver charm, shaped like a key. Attached to the charm was a silver chain Greg stared at the necklace for a moment, as he raised it into the air. He placed the box down on the railing and continued to look at it. His eyes then traveled to Tami, who was staring at him. Her eyes were waiting…waiting for a reply.

Greg smiled. "I love it. Thanks." He replied. Tami let out a small breath of relief.

"I was afraid you weren't going to." Tami said, as she lowered her gaze and laughed a bit.

Greg thought for a moment and his smile faded quickly. He had nothing to give her; he had never given thought of the day they met. "But…I have nothing to give you…"

"Don't worry, it's fine." She said, looking up at the boy, who seemed a bit closer than before. Did she move forward? Or did he move? But it didn't really matter, not now.

"But it doesn't feel right now getting you anything." Greg replied, as he gazed into her eyes. Again, Tami protested with a sigh.

"I said, don't worry about it." She said, still smiling. She was sure of it now, one of them was moving closer, and she didn't feel herself move at all.

"But I'm going to get you something, you know that, right?" He asked, almost like a whisper, as he crept closer. As he moved closer, Tami could hear and feel heart pound against her chest. She wondered if he could hear it too.

"Yeah…I know…" She replied lowly, almost in the same tone he was in. She could feel herself pushing to get closer to him, slowly. "But I don't need anything…Just…" She let her eyes close slowly, as he did the same, growing closer and closer to each other. She could practically feel him breathing, and was sure that he could feel her doing the same.

Greg could feel her presence right in front of him, as he continued to close in. His heart was racing and thrashing against his chest, as if gone crazy. He could feel her brush against him, as he continued to close in.

And then, he heard her words…

"Just…you…"

As those words left Tami's mouth, a loud crash sounded through the night, shattering the peaceful and heart throbbing moment the two shared. They back away from each other quickly, and looked out towards the street.

"What was that?" Greg asked within his mind, as he looked off in the distance. He could hear shouting, and was pretty sure Tami could too. He looked back at the girl, who held her chest, as if trying to stop her heart from beating. Greg, too, felt his still beating uncontrollably.

"Well, I should probably head home." He said, breaking the silence between them.

"Yeah, there is no telling what goes on out here, at this time." Tami replied, avoiding his gaze. Greg gave her a quick hug.

"Thanks, again, for the necklace." He said, as he backed away and walked off the porch. He waved once again before running off into the night.

Tami just watched as he disappeared into the darkness. Her mind was racing, yet again; about the boy she called "Best Friend". But it was late, and she knew she shouldn't stay up thinking about what just happened, or what that crazy noise was that ruined the moment. No, she decided today was finally over and returned inside her house in order to head to bed.

But Greg had other plans. He had to find out what that sound was. From what he heard from the voices, it was something about a "Keyblade".

He raced down the street, still hearing the voices on the next street over. Instead of going all the way around, he leapt onto a house with one jump and rushed across, just in time to witness Ravu and that Leah girl, from the party, take care of the armored goons.

"I had no idea you could wield a Keyblade as well." He heard Leah say, glancing over to Ravu.

"Well, now the secrets out." Ravu replied, laughing slightly. She rubbed the back of her head. "So…please don't tell anyone, okay?"

"Yeah, your secrets safe with me." Leah responded, giving the girl a nod.

"But not with me!" Greg shouted, as the two looked up at him on the roof.

"Greg!" Ravu shouted, her eyes widening. "Did you just see….?"

"No, I didn't see everything." Greg leapt from the roof of the building and onto the ground. "But I saw enough. I saw…" He walked forward.

"The Keyblades…"

"I see." Greg murmured, after Leah and Ravu explained what had happened. The three were sitting on the sidewalk, discussing what had just happened only moments ago, save the moment Greg and Tami shared.

Greg wasn't surprised, not one bit, about Ravu and Leah wielding the Keyblades. Besides, he was able to use one as well.

"What were you doing out here, anyway?" Ravu asked, as she pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She glanced at her 'brother', awaiting an answer.

Greg gazed down at the necklace that Tami had given him. "Well, I was walking Tami home when I heard a crash."

Ravu eyed the necklace strangely, as she watched Greg place it around his neck. She felt the need to ask him about it, but she knew she'd have time later.

"Greg," Leah began, breaking the short silence between the three. "You don't seem that surprised about the Keyblade. Why is that?" She asked, staring at the boy, who was sitting about two feet away.

The young boy knew he couldn't tell them the truth, not yet anyway. He had to keep his past, and his involvement with the Keyblade, a secret, as long as he could.

"No reason." Greg responded, failing to look at the girl. But Leah wasn't convinced; she knew he was hiding something. The boy glanced over at her, finally. "Where were they after you?"

Leah shrugged, not sure of the reason herself. But knowing that the Rambosan Army had info on her made her a bit uncomfortable, if not worried.

"I don't really know." She responded.

"It's rumored that the King of Rambosa wields a Keyblade." Ravu said, as she looked at them.

Leah nodded in agreement and thought back to what a man named Sephiroth had told her. "My teacher spoke about the King of Rambosa once. He said something about the King's children and the Twilight Trio."

Ravu raised an eyebrow. "I heard the King's children died in some freak accident?"

The question sent a shocking pain through Greg's body, as he thought back to the day they escaped. Was it true? Did they really die?

"I was only told what I just told you, so I don't know anymore than that." Leah replied. "But do you know the names of the children?"

Ravu shook her head. "Nope, never learned who they were. But that still doesn't explain why they were after you?"

"Beats me." Leah replied.

"Maybe we should go to Rambosa and find out." Greg suggested, drawing the attention of the two. His eyes were fixed on the ground, where he seemed to stare off into space. Just what did happen that night they tried to escape? He couldn't help but wonder. He had to find out.

"Go to Rambosa and find out?" Ravu repeated, throwing the boy a strange glance. "Are you out of your mind?!" She exclaimed loudly.

"No, but you want answers, right?" Greg asked, looking at the two girls. "I say we go and find those answers." He looked down at the ground. "I have a few questions of my own that need answering…"

"But-"

"I agree with your brother, Ravu." Leah added. "I'd like to know why they know my name and where I'm from." She glanced at Ravu and Greg. "And there is no doubt that they'll come back here, looking for me, and you, Ravu. We should go to Rambosa and find out what's going on."

Ravu lowered her gaze, trying to think. "I suppose you're right…" She knew that they'd return and try to capture her, as well as Leah, because of their powers over the Keyblade. There wasn't really a choice in the matter; either stay in Ragnias City and risk getting caught, or go and find out what's going on…and still risk getting caught.

She let a smile form on her face. "Okay, we'll go."

"Okay." Greg replied. "But it's going to take seven days, from what Sophia told us. We should probably get our supplies tomorrow and leave by night.

"Then that's what we'll do." Leah responded as she stood up. Her golden green eyes gazed down at the two teens. "We should all head home. I have a feeling we're going to have a long day tomorrow."

"Yeah." Ravu said, as she and Greg stood up. "Where should we meet, tomorrow?"

"The beginning of Market Street?" Greg asked, looking between the two female faces for an answer. The two nodded. "Okay then," He turned and headed down the street with Ravu behind him

"We'll see you tomorrow, Leah!" Ravu shouted with a wave, as she and Greg disappeared into the darkness. They both failed to notice the wings sprout from Leah's back, as she took to the skies.

Greg and Ravu arrived back home shortly after parting ways with Leah. They entered the house quietly and made their way upstairs, into their respective rooms.

After taking a bath and changing clothes into something more suitable for sleeping, a pair of shorts and a shirt, Greg threw himself on his bed. He placed his hands behind his head and looked around his room. It was nothing strange, just an ordinary room. A bed, of course, a bookshelf, little pictures here and there, a lamp, and his closet and bathroom. A window was on the far side of the room, shrouded by white curtains. His blue walls seemed in sync with the white curtains.

His eyes traveled to the ceiling, as he thought back to the events of today, the birthday party, and his walk the Tami, the Keyblades and the armored goons. He let his eyes close slowly, as he felt himself falling onto the edge of unconsciousness.

"Hey, you up?" A voice asked, breaking the silence. Greg peaked his eyes opened to see Ravu staring in his face, her fiery orange eyes blinking curiously. The boy jumped slightly at the sight, which made Ravu back away and frown.

"Yeesh, I'm not that scary!" She snapped at him. He laughed and looked at her.

She had changed as well, into a pair of short-shorts and a tank with her hair tied back into a ponytail. She propped her hands on her hips and gave him one of her famous stares.

"What do you want, Ravu?" Greg asked, as he leaned up. Ravu sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, folding her arms.

"It's nothing," Greg could sense her mood change quickly as she muttered those words. "Do you think we should let Brandon and Tami know that we're leaving? I mean, I think they'll want to go if we tell them, and it might be too dangerous, you know?"

This time, Greg let out a sigh of his own, as he flung his legs off the side of the bed, sitting up next to his sister. "Well, I think we should. I mean, it's going to be dangerous for us too. We don't exactly know what we're doing, right?"

"Yeah, you're right…"

"So we should tell them. If they tag along, I think they'll be more help than harm, don't you?" Greg asked, looking over at the blue haired girl.

"Yeah…well, not Brandon." Ravu joked, as she laughed. Greg couldn't help but laugh with her. But their laugh slowly faded when they thought about Sophia and what she might say.

"Do you think Sophia will let us go?" Ravu asked. Before Greg could reply, Ravu began to speak again. "No, we are not going to lie to her, Greg!"

"Then we'll have to tell her the truth then." Greg replied, looking down at the ground. Ravu wasn't too sure Sophia would even agree to it.

"We'll tell her tomorrow then, both of us." She looked over to see Greg fiddling with the necklace around his neck, as he stared blankly at the ground. It had been bothering her for the longest, that necklace.

"So…where'd you get that?" Greg looked over at Ravu to see her pointing at the necklace around his neck.

"Oh, it was a present from Tami." He replied, as he toyed with it.

"I see…so that's what that key is for…" Ravu murmured, thinking about another necklace that Tami had. "You know…she really likes you…"

Greg's eyes slowly widen, as those words left Ravu's mouth. Ravu had to be telling the truth because she disliked telling lies. The boy couldn't help but smile, his eyes narrowing as he thought of the girl.

"You think so?" He asked.

"Yeah, I do." Ravu replied, as she stared at the key charm. She then sighed and stood up, making her way to the door. "You like her too, don't you?" She smiled as Greg fought with himself to try to answer. "Of course you do." She giggled, as she left the room. Greg stood up and hurried after her.

Ravu walked across the hallway and opened the door to her room, before turning around to see what Greg wanted.

"Ravu…what did you mean when you said 'that's what that key is for'?" The teen boy asked, as he looked into her room, and then at her. He could see the bright yellow walls from the doorway.

"Nothing…nothing at all." Ravu smiled as she walked into the room and slowly began to close the door. "She's already given you the key, you should be able to figure the rest out." She said, closing the door in his face.

Greg blinked for a few seconds before knocking on the door, since it was probably locked. "What in the world does that mean!?" He shouted.

"Go to bed, Greg!" Ravu's voice demanded from inside the room.

The boy turned and headed back into his room, his mind racing with even more thoughts. He closed the door and turned off the light, preparing himself for bed. With thoughts of the day, and what tomorrow might bring, he was soon asleep.

Not really an action-packed chapter, but it turned out okay. I tried to add a bit more detail and a few more emotions. Sorry if the bit of fluff was/wasn't fluffy enough. Haha!

Anyway, R&R please.