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Of Keyblades and KokonutsIn another world somewhere, there was a vast island called Kongo Bongo. It was filled with mountains, jungles, and beaches galore. And the whole place was peaceful...until a recent visit by the Heartless spoiled the peace. Now the island was under a dark veil, a seemingly endless night.
One particular day, two apes were out patrolling the forest for any activity. One of them was a huge gorilla with brown fur and a red necktie with the initials D.K. on it. This was Donkey Kong, the future ruler of Kongo Bongo Island who perferred to be called DK for short. With him was his sidekick, Diddy Kong, a chimpanzee with brown fur, and a red shirt and cap. The duo wandered through the jungle, watching for any Heartless that may spring out at them.
"Why did we volunteer to patrol the Forbidden Forest for these stupid shadow things?" DK asked.
"Cuz you're the future ruler of Kongo Bongo, ya big goof," Diddy replied. "We also gotta search for the Crystal Coconut; you can't rule Kongo Bongo without
PROLOGUEKingdom Hearts: THE WORLD TOURNAMENT
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters as I never meant to plagiarize. They belonged to their original owner and companies.
PROLOGUE: THE STORY OF SIN
Small, large eyes watched as the hero slides through the jungle trees to save a British lady from the ravenous, angry baboons. The eight-year old laughed when the hero converse or in jungle terms, ARGUED with the baboon in some sort of a monkey language. He didnt even realize that a woman, in her mid-thirties walked beside him and gently clicked off the TV. The woman received a small groan in response.
Sora, its time to go to bed, sweety. She said.
Aww, mom! I was watching the good part! Sora pouted as his mother dragged him to his bed.
Now, now, Sora. You dont want to be late for school tomorrow, right?
Yeah, and that means Im gonna getting myself dirty from Rikus mud balls again
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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