Crash

By Dragonflysky

PROLOGUE

Ok, so this isn't the story that I originally planned on doing.� I had a huge plot bunny start in my head.� I had to start it.� I am starting writing again, now that I'm done with english.��

Ok, so�now�that�my little blurb is out of the way.� Let's�get on�with the story (well, the beginning of it that is).� NOTE: I do�now own Kingdom Hearts or Yugioh GX in any way, shape, or form.��

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"Are you almost done?" came a red-headed girls voice over the video link. The boy laughed.

"Yeah, I'm almost done, I just want to scan a few more worlds." Over the link, the girl shook her head.

"Hurry up, OK? You don't want to miss supper." The boy chuckled. His hands moved subconsciously over the controls of the ship, navigating it around all obstacles.

"I'll be home soon Kai, bye," he said with a smile and a wave into the camera.

"Bye," she said before the link went dead.

"Unidentified world up ahead," came the electronic voice of the computer. A confused look crossed his face.

"Well that's a first," he mumbled quietly. His hands pushed away at a few buttons.

"Multiple dimensions too. That's really strange," he commented off hand. After a few quick scans, he marked it as clear and moved on.

"Prince Jaden..." came a delighted, childish voice in his head. The boy froze, "Who are you? That's not my name." He turned his chair and scanned the cockpit. He ran a hand through his brown hair.

"I really do need to go home," he mumbled, "I'm hearing voices." He nervously glanced at each corner in turn, but he saw nothing. He even got up and walked around a bit. Sitting down once again, he ran his hand through his spiked brown hair. He pushed a small red button by the screen the girl had been on. It briefly flashed white before switching to a picture of an old room. The face of an older man leaned into the screen. His blond hair peeked out of the goggles he had resting on his head.

"Well, if it isn't-" he started to say, but the boy cut him off.

"I'm coming home," he said quickly. The face of the man changed from a smile to concern.

"Are you OK there kid?" he asked. The boy sighed, but eventually nodded.

"Yeah, just a bit of a scare, I'll be back within a couple hours," the boy said, looking directly into the screen.

"See...Wait...Are...Breaking," came the mans voice chopped up over the link.

"Wait, you're breaking up," said the boy, his voice going frantic. For some reason, he felt that if he lost this link, he wouldn't see anyone he knew for a very long time. That thought scared him even more, and his voice was in a full panic.

"See...Home..." came the man's choppy voice.

"Wait, Cid! CID!" the boy yelled at the screen as it went dead, "DAMN IT!" He flopped back into his chair and banged his fist on the armrests. He had an unnatural sense of dread settling in his stomach. Frantically, he started pushing buttons.

"I need to warp out of here," he muttered repeatedly. The computer beeped as he input each calculation. Carefully, he pushed each button as he had been taught to do. But where was he going to go? The world he wanted to go to was too far for one warp, so he settled for the closer one.

"Maybe someone in Traverse Town could help me," he muttered as he punched in his choice of worlds. He had an intense look of determination on his face. "Activate."

The ship beeped loudly, as if accepting the request of destination. Suddenly, it lurched and sent the boy flying into the back of the ship. "Ow," he complained loudly as he rubbed the back of his head. The room was dark.

"No," he said quietly, "No, No! This can't be happening!" His voice was raising each word, and all the color had drained from his face. He didn't even know why he was so panicked.

'Come on,' he thought trying to calm himself, 'Cid should have the coordinates of that last transmission, someone will come and find me.' Problem was, he wasn't sure if he actually believed it. Something was extremely wrong. Never had a ship of his ever just stopped like that.

OK, maybe not totally stopped. The ship gave a sudden lurch, but not like the engine was starting up.

"Oh no, now what?" he groaned, putting his face in his hands. He reluctantly moved to the window. If there was any color in his face before, there was none now.

"Heartless," he stammered out. "Oh God, no!" he started frantically working the computer. Still, the room remained black. The ship lurched again as the enemies landed another hit. The chair groaned as it was pulled at from the bolts. He rushed back to the window. The left engine was completely gone, and the right engine was completely useless. The ship floated along in open space, slowly being destroyed.

The boy glanced back at the attacking ships. A strange energy was pulsating in front of one of them. As it solidified, the shock on the boy's face turned to horror. Looking straight ahead he could see that unidentified world.

"Reflaga!" he yelled, creating a dome around himself. The bright blue laser shot through the cockpit and pushed the glowing dome straight through the front window. Almost together, the ship and the dome hurtled to the small world that laid ahead.

He could tell his energy was almost gone, the shield was starting to weaken and he could feel the heat created from entering the atmosphere. 'Just a little longer,' he thought desperately. He could see the ground approaching fast now.

Time seemed to slow. The small dome smacked the ground and he bounced up. The wreckage of the ship passed below him and stayed smoldering on the ground. His body flew up and landed four feet from the flaming ship.

He could vaguely make out a heartless ship up in the sky. In a panic, he focused the very last of his magic. 'I need to look different, I need to blend in,' his thoughts were fading and a blackness was swallowing him up.

"No traces, target terminated," said an electronic voice above him, which he was only vaguely aware of. He heard someone scream and he knew no more.

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"Come on kid, answer!" yelled the old man into the computer screen.

"What's wrong?" asked the red headed girl who had used the link earlier. She had a slight frown on her face.

"The link," he replied in a panic typing away at the keys, "dead. I can't get a read." The girl shot up from her seat at the table and was next to the man almost instantly.

"What do you mean," she said, failing at keeping the panic out of her voice, "Where is he?" Her eyes frantically scanned the data flashing on the screen, trying desperately to understand it.

"RIKU!" she yelled as loud as she could. Loud footsteps could be heard, and a white-haired teen appeared at the door.

"What is it Kai?" he asked, slightly breathless. She didn't even turn her head from the computer. He could see her shaking slightly. "He's," she stuttered, "they can't-" She couldn't even finish her sentence.

"What' s wrong Kai?" he asked again, with more urgency.

"He's gone," she said so quietly, he had to strain to hear.

"The ship is totally gone from the radar, and all my previous coordinates are gone. I can't find him," said the old man, typing furiously. Riku paled, and she sank to the floor. If he was lost among the worlds, they may never find him.

"Oh Sora," said the girl softly, before she broke out and started to cry.

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The first thing he noticed is that he was no longer on the ground. No, what he was on was too soft to be the rocky earth. Slowly, he opened his eyes. Light flashed briefly before his eyes began to adjust.

He was in a large bedroom. The walls were a cream color and one wall had a large window that overlooked a garden. He brought his arms to his side and tried to prop himself up. He immediately regretted this. He felt as though someone had stuck thousands of needles in his arms simultaneously. He groaned in pain.

"Oh, your up!" exclaimed a soft, musical voice. A middle aged woman stood in the doorway. Her auburn hair was tied back loosely and a few strands fell in her face. The shock on her face quickly faded to a warm smile.

"You've been out for weeks," she continued, walking over to the bed. She moved with an unnatural grace, despite the fact that she was carrying a tray in her hands. Carefully, she unloaded a bowl of water and clean bandages onto the bedside table and placed the tray to the side on a separate table. She carefully started unwrapping his left arm. He winced in pain as the bandages were peeled away to reveal raw pink skin. The woman must have seen his eyes widen in shock.

"I don't know what you could have possibly done to cause such severe burns all over your body," she said disapprovingly. Gently, she took a small towel and applied warm water to the wounds. He bit his lip to keep from crying out. So he tried to divert his attention with something else.

He noticed that he was laying in a king sized, four poster, bed. In the room, there was also a desk, TV,�wardrobe, and a mirror hanging on the far wall. The bed frame, wardrobe, desk, and the trimming on the mirror were all a dark cherry wood.

She had finished with his arm and carefully went to pull back the sheets. Bandages covered most of his chest and his legs were both wrapped from the knee down.

"I don't know exactly what you are," she said softly, startling him from his observations, "but I suppose arriving in a comet could have --no, should have-- been much worse." He stiffened. She seemingly ignored him and continued her work. As she worked, she started humming softly. He glanced at her carefully.

She seemed to be about forty. Her hands moved skillfully, removing each bandage with the utmost care. The strangely auburn hair fell just below her shoulder blades, and she had a look of peace on her face as she worked. He watched as she took the rag and dipped it into the silver bowl of water.

He opened his mouth to say something, but his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. A week sort of coughing came out of his mouth instead. She paused and turned toward him.

"You must be thirsty," she said, walking to the other side of the bed. She grasped a large pitcher of water and poured some into a small glass. Pouring a few small drops in his mouth, he unstuck his tongue. With a look of triumph, she poured a little more water into his mouth. He gratefully swallowed the cool liquid. She smiled again before setting the glass down.

"Thank you," he managed, in a hoarse voice. She nodded her head and moved to his last arm.

"Karin Yuki," she said, as she finished the last bandage.

He hesitated, "Jaden, my name is Jaden."

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Well, there you go.� I have chapter one almost done so I should be posting it soon.� R&R.� Flame if you like, I really don't care.� No reviews, no update.� Simple.� Well, hope you liked it.�

Dragonflysky