Author's note : This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic (or anything for that matter) so please be kind. Technically this is an origin story for a pre-existing Kingdom Hearts character that I feel has been largely overlooked. Bonus points if you can spot the various pop culture references.

Disclaimer : everything Buffy related belongs to Joss Whendon and Mutant Enemy. All thing Kingdom Hearts related belong to Squire Enix and Nomura. The story itself is mine.
This was written for fun, not profit.


It's not always the big events that have a big impact on a world and how its destiny is shaped. Often it's the small things that go unobserved. A chance meeting, a careless oversight, someone walking down the right dark alley at the right time.

In this case the event happened on the road to town. One second all was normal and right, then there was a tall oval black hole off to one side of the main road. Out of the swirling black stumbled a young man with spiky black hair. Dazed and confused at first it took him a moment to adjust to his new surroundings, then he saw the sign. It wasn't possible but it was really happening to him, he laughed, whatever would happen from here on in nothing would be the same again. Gathering his thoughts and walking at a brisk pace towards the city in front of him, still smiling disbelievingly at the sign he had just passed.

Welcome to Sunnydale

The journey in to Sunnydale had taken longer than he had expected, the sun was already low in the sky, but at last he was here, "THE Sunnydale". Completely impossible and yet it was happening, he thought for the millionth time. He looked at his own reflection in a store front window, he was still (as far as he could tell) himself, same spiky black hair, same black leather jacket with matching trousers and shirt, same pale skin. Then he noticed. His eyes had changed. Before going through the portal or door or whatever it was, his iris had been a deep brown colour, now they were an unnaturally luminesant shade of dark yellow. Odd certainly but not too distressing. Suddenly he caught sight of someone in the reflection behind him, a tall blonde someone. Glory.

He remembered Glory. She was a former hell god who used to run with two other deities until she got too powerful and the other two goddesses kicked her out into the human realm. She was as insane as she was powerful and she was completely merciless.

He stared right at her, it was definatly Glory no question, well that told him roughly when he was timeline wise. This revelation was followed by fear on realizing that Glory was now staring back at him. He tried to act casual and walk away but it was too late. Before he could turn around Glory was in front of him.

"Hi there" she said in a fake friendly tone.

"I take it you know who I am"

The boy nodded.

"Good, I guess that means you're friendly with those irritating monks. So you probably know where they hid MY KEY!"

"Key? I don't know what you're..."

Then he remembered, Dawn.

"Oh well" said Glory, looking slightly crestfallen "looks like I'll have to do this the hard way"

Before the boy could do anything Glory had grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off the ground.

"Let go of me you loony spice girls reject!" he spat out while trying to punch her. A black wispy aura enveloped his left arm and when his fist made contact with Glory it sent her flying away and crashing through the shop front. The boy looked at his hand for a moment stunned by what he had just done. He looked into the store to see a clearly hurt Glory pulling herself back up.

"P.S." he yelled at her "your hips are wobbly!" then he ran off as fast as he could only stopping when he was sure Glory was not after him.

He cautiously made his way into a dilapidated looking building, confident he was alone he checked his arm. The wispy black aura had gone, how had he done that, could he have imagined it? Putting Glory through a wall was certainly no delusion. He gave his arm a shake to see if he could bring the aura back but to no avail. He gave up after five or so tries and turned to leave, walking straight into Jenny.

"Who are you" Jenny demanded

"What...that's not...your dead by now?!" The boy blurted out, backing away from the woman who couldn't be alive. "You were killed years ago by Angelus...are...are you some kind of ghost"?

Jenny smiled at him almost pityingly "I'm everywhere, in every thought, every drop of hate. I was here before everything and I will be here after everything"

The boy remembered those words before and he realized what he was talking to.

"You're the First" he said "the first evil"

"So you have heard of me, then you probably know it's in your best interest to answer my question, WHO ARE YOU!?"

The boy searched through his memories for anything about the First.

"This thing" he thought to himself "Is made up of the evil in everyone on THIS world. I'm not from this world, it doesn't know anything about me and I'm guessing it doesn't know anything about the other worlds out there either. Best keep it that way".

"And what will you do if I don't tell you hmmmm?"

"What?" snarled the First, which was not used to being defied or not knowing every tiny detail about someone. Bolstered by a newfound confidence the boy advanced on the First.

"Oh I know all about you First, well all the important bits anyway." the boy retorted, watching as the Firsts expression became ever more murderous. "You can't interact with the physical world, the worst you can do is throw some bad language at me. You're a joke, you think you know everything thats out there but clearly you only see what's in your own tiny bubble like everyone else. You act scary but you're just a big impotent gas bag."

The First made a low, bestial growling sound at him.

"Really honey" the boy said in a mocking tone "Growling, is that the best you can do? Because if you want to try and intimidate me you are going to have to do a lot better than..."

The image of Jenny melted away to be replaced with that of a large bestial daemon. It gave a loud roar then faded away, then he heard Jenny's disembodied voice distorted with rage.

"Insolent brat, you'll be dead by morning"

Then silence. The boy looked around for any sign of the first.

"OK" he admitted "That kind of freaked me out"

"Ok, I'm the one who won here, I didn't tell that thing anything, didn't even tell it my name"

Then he realized

"My name...my name is...is"

He panicked searching his memories but they all came up blank

"What's...what's my name?...my name is?..."