Master of the Keyblade

This is a FanFic that brings the world of Kingdom Hearts to a more... comic book-ish setting. I got the inspiration from seeing Spider-Man 3 actually :D . The protagonists will be completely made up by me, along with some antagonists (there will be various KH2 villain cameos and appearances). I hope it turns out well. So here goes nothing!

Chapter 1
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*RING!* *RING!* The alarm clock let out two loud sirens quickly awakening him. He sat up in bed, looking out the window of his apartment, looking down at the raging traffic. He let out a sigh.

He pulled himself out of bed and tripped on an old sock. His nose was bleeding. He walked into the bathroom to find a paper towel, only to discover he had none. He splashed water on his face and grabbed a piece of toilet paper instead. He combed his hair quickly and walked out of the bathroom.

He continued to pull up a new pair of jeans. He reached to open his shirt drawer when he heard the quiet beep of his answering machine. He quickly put a shirt over his head which became wet and blood stained and walked over to the machine. He pressed the button on the center of it and heard the tape play.

*BEEP* "Listen," said a female voice, "it's not working. It's been one and one half years and we're still where we started. I need to move along with my life. I wish you the best." *BEEP*

He stood there, a tear running down his cheek. But it didn't bother him too much; his life was bad enough already. He rubbed his hand on his face and rid himself of the tear, and in the process got blood on his hand. He went back to his drawer and found a pair of socks which he put on his feet. He looked at the clock; 6:45. Late as usual. A twenty minute drive (in good traffic) to his job which started at 6:50. Then again, the world wouldn't come to an end if a doorman didn't make it to work on time.

He went to the closet and threw on his doorman formal jacket. He walked to his car and reached for his pocket- but it was nowhere to be found. His pants were on backwards. He sighed, walked back into his apartment, put his pants on right and walked back out to his car. This streak continued- no gas. He cursed to himself and walked around to his trunk and found his spare container of gas. It was unusually light. He inspected it- there was a leak in the bottom.

50 blocks of running later he found himself at the Corz Hotel. He walked up to the counter and clocked in his time card. 30 minutes late. "Hi Ken." replied the counter attendant.

Central City- a beautiful maiden on the outside, an unforgiving temptress on the inside. A city that lures you into its impossible odds of success, and then crushes your hopes and dashed your dreams in an instant.

The police force of this city is decent, however the often seem uninspired and lazy. Crime is a serious problem when the police are taking a self-elected vacation, so almost everyone in the city is on constant guard.

Ken stood dully at the hotel doors. This really isn't how a twenty-three-year-old should be living.

As he leaned against the glass door of the hotel, a loud sound vibrated from the left of him. An entire building had collapsed due to a strange bipedal creature ramming it. It was coming his way.
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Chapter 2 coming soon!