Alright, this has been on my mind all week, so now I'm just going to type it and deal with the consequences as they come.

For now I don't think there's any spoilers, but in later chapters they'll be one for the Pandora Hearts manga, specifically chapters 42 onward. *pokes Jessie* Which means READ!

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, Pandora Hearts, any of the characters. I did own a D3 and I do own some Digimon video cassets though~

"Grizzly Wing!"

"Kari!"

"Arg!" Wizardmon ground out as he fell to the floor with a dull thunk.

"Wizardmon!" That was the little girl Kari. Vaguely Wizardmon felt her drop next to him and mutter things like 'it'll be okay' and 'don't leave'. Surely she knows it won't be okay? That he can't stay anymore? Still, it all feels so unimportant.

"Are you alright, Gatomon?" He says, trying to keep the pained tone from his voice. Turning his head to the smaller Digimon, he felt something akin to shock - for Gatomon's eyes were welling up. She's crying for me. He realised almost belatedly. He's finding it hard to focus now, but resolves to take away the guilt Gatomon must be feeling. He denies her appologies after all - if they hadn't met, he wouldn't know what it was like to have a friend.

Though he's too far gone to see it anymore, he does feel the power released next to him, from Kari's crest to his friend. His only regret is that he couldn't see what magnificent Digimon Gatomon would turn into.

When he is next aware of himself, he is in a strange place - neither the human's world he had left, nor the Digital World. Raising a hand to his face, he sees his clothes still in tatters, yet the pain from Myotismon's attack is but a dull throb all over his body.

The next thing he notices is that the movement of his hand caused ripples, meaning he was lying in liquid. Oh please don't let it be blood. With a slight grunt, Wizardmon forced himself up onto his feet, happy to discover it was only water in which he had lain.

He turned his head from one side to the other, there wasn't really anything to look at, a bit of broken building here, a discarded toy there - what is this place?

"Hehe." A feminine voice giggled, more like echoed around him. Wizardmon wheeled around again, this time laying eyes on a single door, where he could have sworn a pale leg and white fabric had sliped through, the door shutting with a gentle click behind them.

"Couldn't hurt to try I guess..." Wizardmon said making his way to the door. Just as he was about to reach for the handle, the same voice rang out again.

"Hehe~ Please, do come play with us!" It was almost like you could hear the childish smile on the lips to which the voice belonged. Taking a moment to just stare blankly and dumbfounded at the door, the digimon found his courage once more and opened the door, after all - what harm could one child cause?

Toys were sat on shelves all around the room, some were on dressers and some were even floating though the air. Wait... floating though the air?

"Ah!" Wizardmon yelped in suprise. The giggle once again resounded, however it no longer echoed in an almost cruel way, and Wizardmon quickly turned to face - a little girl dressed in white with white hair? At a loss, Wizardmon blinked at her for a few moments, trying to uncover why such a young - and clearly human - child was in this strange place and looked the way she did.

Sensing her guest's clear confusion the girl smiled, though it did not reflect the innocence of her age. It seemed like a cruel grimace hiding in the smile's shadow, full of evil knowing and intent. The way Myotismon often looked. "Welcome, my name is Alyss."

He wasn't sure when exactly it happened, just that he knew where he now resided, and who that seemingly odd and innocent child was. Another thing he was painfully aware of is that he couldn't leave, eventhough if he was honest this place - the Abyss - was truely terrifing to him. Silently a single tear fell from his now only eye.

Elsewhere a young boy with dull white hair dressed in rags was running for his life - getting caught theiving definatly wasn't his best idea going.

"Hey get back here you little brat!" The boy held the bread tighter in his arms as he willed his legs to take him further from the well muscled baker, again, a bad choice on his part. Though for once he seemed in luck - despite what other people said about his blood red eyes only bringing misfortune - dodging through market stalls he heard the baker's voice grow fainter until he could no longer hear it. The boy smiled, eventhough the heavens had begun belting down rain upon the small boy - who was now soaked to the bone - he had food, and when he reached his current shelter a 'home'.

Though once more, his luck failed him as the rain caused him to stumble and slip on the stone cobbles he had been running on, causing him to fall forward and onto his chin - the bread flying from his grip and landing several feet away.

"Dumb rain... stupid cobbles..." He grumbled, clutching his skinned chin as he got to his feet once more. He walked over to the fallen loaf, cursing as he slipped a few times along the way, stupid moccasin shoes, they had terrible grip! Still they were the easiest shoes for him since they didn't take long to make and were fairly durable...

The young boy sighed turning his rain sodden face to the skies, blinking at the sudden light beam shone down. Blinking he thought, How strange... it kinda looks like it's about to hit me... SHIT! Due to sudden realisation and a misstep again, he was once again on the floor, his eyes sqeezed shut.

Realising he was clearly still alive, the pale haired boy opened his eyes, a small hole was smoldering in the ground next to him - accompanied by a small hummin sound.

"Eh?" Scrambling to his knees to get a better look two wine red eyes widened in awe as a multicoloured orb rose softly from the newly scarred ground. "..." Unsure what compelled him, the boy reached out, grasping at the orb, finding it neither hot as he expected, nor as cold as the rain was making him feel. "What... is this thing?"

"There he is! Get 'im!" The baker had found him again.

Keeping whatever had struck the ground close and picking up his lost bread, the boy once again made a run for it in the still poring rain.

...How was it? I'll stick chapter two up soon, in my head I was going to put them together, but now I think they'll look better apart.

R&R please~