Hi! I'd just like to address the fact that I do know that I have two unfinished stories that are definitely due for an update. If you're one of the people that are reading one of those stories, I'm very sorry. I'm only publishing this story to get a little freedom from those stories. I'm trying to show them that they are not controlling my life and limiting how many stories I put up! Anyway, for those of you that are here to read this story, I'll stop talking now. Enjoy!


The sun shone across the sea, causing diamonds to dance within the waves. A small wind blew by and the palm trees swayed in its breeze. There were clouds in the sky, but they were puffy and full, not at all foreboding. The crocked tree full of star shaped fruit lay still, its strong trunk not affected by the draft that was slowly picking up around the island. On top of the paupu tree lay a young boy fully dressed in black, his leg dangling over the side of the tree and his head poised to look out over the horizon. This boy was Sora, the Key Blade master.

"It's great to get to the island early," he thought. "It's nice to just have some time alone." Ever since returning to the island from his great journey, Sora had been doing this more and more often. He had done it before leaving the island because he really did like having the whole island to himself, but lately he'd been doing it much more. It had been three weeks since his return, and he was just trying to take all of it in.

He'd actually left the island, and now that he was back it felt like everything he'd done had just been a dream. He kept expecting to just wake up one day and be back in his room that one night before he, Riku, and Kairi were about to sail away on their raft.

"It wasn't a dream though," Sora whispered to himself. As if he was trying to convince himself that it wasn't, he stuck his hand out and the Key Blade appeared in his grasp, just like it always did. He dismissed it and let his hand fall back down to dangle next to the paupus. He sat in silence, just staring out at the horizon. It was quiet with no one on the island. Since it was about 8:15 on a Saturday, it was going to be about another half hour until anyone really started showing up. Sora was going to have a lot of time to himself.

He wasn't going to do anything though. He was probably going to stay right there on the paupu tree, and was probably going to fall asleep until one of his friends came and woke him up.

"No," Sora thought, "I don't think I want to go to sleep. I'll just rest my eyes for a…"

"Hey Sora." A voice from behind startled Sora so much that he almost fell off of the paupu tree. He turned around and saw Riku standing at the midway point of the bridge that led form the Seaside Shack to the island that the paupu tree sat on. "What are you doing?"

"Um…I was just thinking a little," Sora replied, wondering how Riku could have possibly made it all the way there without him noticing. He looked towards the docks and saw that his boat was the only one there. "Riku, where's your boat?" he asked, jumping down from the tree.

"I…" Riku paused. "I wanted to try something new, so I parked it in the back."

"Oh," Sora said. Although the way Riku had stopped in the middle of his sentence had made it sound like he was lying, Sora just passed it off as Riku having one of his wistful days. "So why are you here so early?"

"I knew you were here and I wanted to show you something in the Secret Place."

"What do you want to show me?" By this time Sora had walked up to Riku, and so Riku reached out to grab Sora's wrist. He started leading him forward.

"Just let me show it to you," he said. "It's hard to describe."

"All right." Sora started walking next to Riku as Riku let go of his wrist. They made their way over to the Secret Place in relative silence. Sora once asked Riku about where he'd docked his boat, and Riku had answered that he'd dragged it onto the sand, but other than that they didn't speak.

"He's acting kind of weird," Sora thought. Riku had paused a lot when he'd been telling the story about were he put his boat, just like when he'd told Sora what side of the island he'd put it on. To Sora, it sounded like Riku was lying, but what reason would Riku have to lie to him? "He must really be thinking," Sora thought. "His mind just isn't on what he's saying."

They emerged from the mouth of the cave that led to the Secret Place. Sora stayed at the head of the cave, crossing his arms, while Riku continued walking to the back.

"Okay, so what is it you wanted to show me?" Sora asked, his voice sounding slightly annoyed. Riku had completely left him in the dark about what it was he wanted to show him, and it was time he fessed up to what it was.

"Just wait. You'll know what it is in a few seconds," Riku assured Sora. Sora waited, and what had to be five seconds passed before he spoke again.

"Riku, I don't think what you want to happen is going to happen."

"Don't worry." Riku's voice suddenly took on an ominous tone. "You're about to figure out what I wanted to show you." No sooner had Riku finished his sentence than Sora was being shoved to the ground from behind. Sora tried to get up again, but a firm hand was pressed against his back, keeping him from standing.

"Hey…what…" Sora grunted, trying to turn his head around to face his attacker.

"Stay down." The deep, smooth voice of a man flowed into Sora's ear. When Sora wouldn't stop trying to sit up though, the hand left, and Sora thought he would finally be allowed to stand. He wasn't permitted that liberty though, as what felt like a large boot jabbed into his back. Sora's arms were wrenched behind him and he felt the roughness of rope as his wrists were being tied together.

He struggled harder now, kicking his legs and twisting his wrists to try and shake off this person. The person barely noticed though, because once he was done with Sora's wrists he went strait on to Sora's legs. Whoever this was was definitely stronger than Sora, as no matter how much he tried to he couldn't budge the cord that bound his wrists.

Sora cast Riku pleading glances, but Riku didn't move. He just stared down at him and didn't do anything that made it seem like he was going to help Sora out in any way.

"Why isn't he doing anything?" Sora thought fiercely. He kicked and thrashed his legs about, but that didn't keep the man from tying the thick rope around his ankles.

Once the man was finished restraining Sora, he stood, leaving Sora to struggle vainly against his bonds.

"Riku," Sora cried after finding that it was useless to try and break free. "Help me." Riku didn't though. He simply crossed his arms and gave a wicked smile.

"No," he said, "I'm not going to."

"But…Riku…" Sora was at a loss for words. "Why?"

"Because he's not what you think he is." This was the man's voice. He'd come around to Sora's front to stand next to Riku, and now Sora could see that he was a tall, dark haired man dressed in a navy blue jacket and blue jeans. The man continued, "He's just a spawn of magic."

"Yes," Riku said. "Haven't you ever heard of a replication spell?" With that, the man reached out and clutched Riku by the shoulder. He said a word Sora didn't understand and then Riku disappeared. In his place were a few strands of falling silver hair.

"It's amazing what magic can do," the man remarked, brushing pasts the hairs. "I just need a few strands of a person's hair, and I can make a whole nother one of them."

"You mean Riku…"

"Yes," the man interrupted Sora. "The one you've been talking to this whole time has been a fake." It took a few seconds for this to process in Sora's mind.

"No," Sora thought. "This can't be…" He cut his thoughts short though, as the man took a step towards him. Sora went on the defensive, and in a flash of light the Key Blade appeared in his hand. The man cringed back. Sora proceeded to try and slip the sharp end of the key Blade between the ropes that bound his wrists, but the man's hand shot out to stop the Key Blade with such speed that Sora had never seen before. Sora gave a small gasp, but quickly regained himself.

"Let go," he growled. The man started tugging at the Key Blade, trying to pull it from Sora's grasp, but Sora held tight, not daring to let his grip falter. No matter how much he tried to hold onto it though, the man proved stronger than him again, and Sora slowly felt the hilt of the Key Blade start to slip through his fingers. Finally, Sora was forced to let go of the Key Blade, his fingers too tired to hold on any longer.

Now that the man had the Key Blade, he faced Sora and held his hand out in front of him, his fingers spread out. He once again said a word Sora didn't understand, and a sizzling pain suddenly shot up Sora's arm. He winced and started pulling at his arm, trying to pull it from the ropes and alleviate some of the pain, but his bonds held tight. After a few seconds the pain died away and he gasped.

"What did you do?" he panted, trying to catch his breath. The man ignored his question.

"This is interesting," he said, inspecting the Key Blade. He looked up to face Sora. "You wield the Key Blade. You're the Key Blade Master." A smile unfurled on the man's face, a smile Sora really didn't like. "You just saved me the trouble of tracking you down." As the man continued to eye the Key Blade, Sora tried to call it back to his hand. He was alarmed by the fact that it wouldn't come.

"What did you do?" he asked again, his voice fierce.

The man finally answered Sora's question, saying, "I took the Key Blade from you. It's wasted in your possession."

"What? But how?"

"A spell of course," the man said as if it were obvious. "It's the only way to get things done." As Sora tried again and again to call the Key Blade back, he realized the seriousness of the situation he was in. He was laying on the floor of the Secret Place, his arms and legs bound together, a man he didn't know was standing over him with the Key Blade in his hand, and he was alone, on account of the fact that his friend had never really been there. Riku had only been a clone made from a tuft of his hair. That's when a thought occurred to Sora.

"How did you get his hair?" Sora called, tearing the man's attention away from the Key Blade.

"What?" the man said as if Sora had just interrupted a conversation of his.

"How did you get a tuft of his hair?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" the man smirked. "Let's just say we had a confrontation."

"What? You didn't hurt him did you?" Sora cried, suddenly giving a small try at pulling his arms free.

"No, at least not yet." At this Sora settled down a bit. "Speaking of Riku, I need something to keep him busy for a while." The man dropped the Key Blade to the side and stooped down, his hand outstretched to the top of Sora's head.

"Hey, what're you…ow." Sora felt a prick of pain as a few of his hairs were plucked.

"That's more than enough," the man said, eyeing the strands of brown hair in his hand. He stood.

"Enough for what?"

"Have you even been paying attention this whole time?" The man held his hand out in front of him and cast another one of his spells that Sora had never heard of. There was a flash of light so bright that Sora had to close his eyes to keep them from stinging. When he opened them again, he was staring at himself. He gave a slight gasp as his doppelganger turned around to face the man.

"Sora," the man said, referring to the Sora he'd just made. "I need you to get Riku onto the island. Keep him occupied for a while." He turned to the Sora that lay on the floor. "We need to hide this one though. Riku can't find him if you're around."

"So where do you want to put him?"

The man smirked.

"I know the perfect place." He reached down and hauled Sora up off of the ground.

"Let go of me," Sora cried, trying to tug his shoulders from the man's grasp.

"Not a chance," the man said, hooking his arms underneath Sora's. He looked at the other Sora. "Here. Help me with his legs."

"Sure." The clone Sora stepped forward and scooped the real Sora's legs up, and together he and the man started to carry a wriggling Sora out of the Secret Place.

"Let me go," Sora repeated, trying to kick his legs free, but the arms wrapped around his knees paired with the rope binding his ankles prevented him from escaping. He tried as hard as he could to try and shake off his attackers, but to no avail. There was nothing he could do. He was trapped.

Sora did the only thing he could do, and screamed one word at the top of his lungs: Help. No one was on the island to hear him though, and as he was dropped to the ground and a black cloth was slipped over his mouth, this fact was very apparent to Sora.

The only one that probably could have helped him was fast asleep in his bed at the moment, his silver hair a tangled mess against the pillow.

It was 8:29 by now, and it was almost time for Riku to get up. As soon as the clock's 29 changed to a 30, a resounding buzzing noise rang around the room. Riku opened his eyes and slammed his hand down onto the button that stopped his alarm clock. He sat up, stretched his arms in the air, and sighed. He was going to meet Sora on the island at 9:00, so he swung his legs over the side of the bed and walked over to his bureau. He gave a small laugh as he rummaged around for something decent to put on.

"Sora's probably been waiting for me since five o'clock in the morning," he thought, remembering how much Sora enjoyed going to the island before everyone else. "He just can't wait for anyone." Riku finally pulled a gray shirt and gray pants out from the drawer, and so went on to change out of his pajamas. After Riku got finished with his normal morning activities, like brushing his teeth, he waved his mother goodbye through the door that led into the kitchen and left the house.

He wanted to get some orange juice or some apple juice before heading over to where Sora was, so he started heading over to his favorite shop. After he'd crossed the street and turned the corner, he was surprised to see Sora coming down the street towards him. When Sora saw Riku, his face lit up and he started running over to him.

"Hey Riku," Sora called once he was within earshot.

"Hi, Sora," Riku said, his voice a little confused. "What are you doing here? I thought you were on the island."

"I was, but I got bored so I came to find you."

"Oh, okay," Riku said. "I was just about to head over to the island, you know."

"You were?" Sora grinned. "I guess I could've stayed there then, huh?"

"Yeah." Riku looked down at his watch, verifying that he still had enough time to go get something to drink. "Sora, I'd planned on going to get some juice from the little store on Crestwood before heading over. Do you want to come?"

"No, I think I'll just wait for you by the docks."

"Alright, see you later then."

"Are you sure you don't want to just skip the juice and come strait to the island?" Sora asked, his voice sounding slightly insistent.

"Um…No, I think I'll go get the juice first. I'm thirsty"

"Oh." Sora's voice was rather flat. The bounce came back to his voice though, when he said, "Okay. Bye." Sora started walking in the direction of the docks, and Riku crossed the street so he'd be able to go to the store he wanted to go to.

"That was strange," Riku thought. "Sora's acting kind of weird today."

Riku had no idea.

When Riku got close enough to the docks, he saw that Sora was sitting cross-legged on the wooden part next to his boat.

"Hey, Sora," Riku cried. "Over here." Sora turned around, stood, and gave a small wave.

Once Riku made it over to him, Sora asked, "Are you ready?"

"Yeah," Riku replied. He gave one of his various pants pockets a pat. "I didn't finish all of my orange juice. Do you want the rest?" Sora shook his head.

"I just want to get to the island," he said. The insistence was back.

"Okay, let's go then." Sora proceeded to get into his boat while Riku went to go find his. He had no idea that by going with Sora to the islands, he was walking right into a trap.

Riku climbed up onto the wooden dock and sighed. He was tired from the trip over, and needed a few seconds to catch his breath. He felt Sora come up next to him.

"So, why did you want to come here so badly?" he asked Sora.

"Who says I wanted to come here really badly?" Sora asked. Riku smirked.

"You did. The way you've been asking me to come made it seem like you really wanted to be here." Sora didn't say anything, so Riku took the opportunity to talk to Sora about something that had been nagging him since he'd met up with Sora at the start of the morning. "Sora, you seem a little off today."

"What do you mean?" Sora sounded extremely defensive when he said this.

"Hey, I'm just saying, you just…" Riku paused to try and find the words. "You just don't seem like Sora today." Sora narrowed his eyes at Riku, giving him the fiercest glare Riku had ever seen coming from Sora. "Sora, what…" Sora briskly turned around and started walking away. "Wait, Sora, what did I do?" Riku cried after him. He could tell Sora was mad at him, but he really didn't know why. Sora had just all of a sudden stormed off in a huff.

Riku followed Sora, not knowing that this was an imposter. He couldn't have known that the real Sora had been bound and gagged and stuffed in a cave sealed by a rock on the northern side of the island.

"Sora," Riku said, finally having caught up with his friend. "Sora, what's wrong with you? You really have been acting strange…" Riku was going to say more, but stopped. He'd just then gotten a whiff of something he'd hopped he'd never have to smell again. It was darkness, but it wasn't just any darkness. It smelled like magic that had been tainted by darkness. There was a difference between darkness and tainted magic, and Riku knew this difference very well.

"Sora," he said, his voice clear and unwavering. "What were you doing here before you came and got me?" Sora stopped ahead of him, but didn't answer. "Sora," Riku raised his voice and reached out to grab Sora's arm. He spun Sora around so that he was facing him and started, "What were you…" Riku gasped. Now it was his turn to glare. "You're not Sora." Riku knew it had to be true. Whoever this was smelled too much like magic from the dark to be Sora.

Sora raised an eyebrow, obviously surprised at Riku's comment, and after a few seconds he smiled. It was a smile Riku knew couldn't possibly have meant anything good though.

"You figured that out sooner than I thought you would," Sora said, confirming what Riku had said to him. Riku's grip tightened around Sora's arm.

"Where is he?" Riku shouted. "What did you do to Sora?"

"He's hidden," Sora replied calmly. "You can't find him until you give the one that made me what he wants."

"And what does the one that made you want?" Riku growled, his anger rising by the second.

"Way To Dawn," Sora said, jerking his arm from Riku's grasp. "IF you give him Way To Dawn, he'll let Sora go."

"Who made you?" Riku shouted. "Who wants Way To Dawn?"

"You'll have to find out yourself," Sora smirked, his voice the essence of cruelty. Riku couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Sora by both of his shoulders and rammed his back against a nearby palm tree. The smile was immediately erased from Sora's face.

"Just because you look like Sora," Riku growled. "Don't think I won't hurt you. Tell me where he is, or else."

"Or else what?"

Riku summoned Way To Dawn and poised it at Sora's neck.

"Or else this. Now tell me where he is or you'll wish you had." Sora looked down at Riku's weapon with an almost bored expression on his face.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be wasting my time like this, not if my best friend's life was on the line."

"It wouldn't be if you would just tell me where he is," Riku cried, slamming his fist against the side of the palm tree. Sora remained silent. "Fine then. If you're not going to tell me where he is, at least tell me this. Is the one that made you named Twine?" The smile came back to Sora's face.

"How'd you know?"

Riku's hold on Way To Dawn seemed to lessen, but it was only for a second. He looked at the Sora in front of him, the rage he felt apparent in his eyes. He tried, one last time, to get the phony Sora to tell him where the real Sora was.

"Where. Is. He?"

"No," Sora said. "You don't get to see Sora until you hand over Way To Dawn."

"You're really no help at all," Riku shouted, shoving Sora to the sand. He started running towards the Secret Place. He'd gathered, from the way the other Sora had spoken, that Sora was hidden somewhere on the island, and the Secret Place was the perfect place to hide.

"Sora," Riku cried, bursting into the Secret Place. "Sora are you here?" Riku's voice echoed around the small cave, but there wasn't any answer. Riku was about to leave the cave and look for Sora somewhere else when something on the cave floor caught his eye. The sand near the middle of the cave was thrown askew, a chaotic mess of lumps, and Riku wondered why this was. The Secret Place was usually peaceful, not many people daring to find out what lay in its mysterious depths. That's when he saw it: the unmistakable footprint that only Sora could leave.

Riku balled his hand into a fist, the only emotion he felt being anger. Sora had been here, and Riku was sure of it. His clothing was the most unique thing on Destiny Islands. They were one of a kind. The fact that Sora's footprint was here and there were signs of a struggle written all over the small cave, paired with what he'd just learned in the past few minutes, made Riku know what had happened to Sora.

He'd been kidnapped, taken hostage in a plot to get Riku to hand over Way To Dawn. Riku tore out running towards the outside.

"He's not going to get away with this," Riku thought. "I'll die before I let Twine get away with this."

To Be Continued…

This story is one of those stories I'm going to work on constantly, so those of you that are experiencing, "Why Don't They Update Syndrome," don't worry! This story will have, at the most, four chapters. I don't want anything epic, justu something to tide over the masses while I get my other two stories back on track. This is The Mangostiy saying, All Hail The Nintendo64!