Author note: I do not own Kingdom Hearts. Nor do I own the pieces by Phantom Tempus that inspired this into being, one of the pieces being called 'Labyrinth Forest,' hence the title of this fic because I couldn't think of anything better.

I know, I haven't written anything in the Kingdom Hearts category for what seems like FOREVER. This is because I've been working on tons of other fics in categories such as Count Cain: Godchild, Yakitate! Japan, and even doing some crossover one-shots and a multi-chapter crossover of Criminal Minds and Yakitate! Japan. But now, I FINALLY thought of something that I could do for Kingdom Hearts. Consider this to be my Christmas fic, even though it's not Christmas-ish and such, and I probably won't get this done by Christmas.

Warning: AU, possible implied pairings (may also include yaoi and yuri), possible violence later on...

Constructive Criticism would be great, and I hope you guys read, review and enjoy! Thanks!

Labyrinth Forest

Scene 1: The Girl and the Wandering Marionette

This whole place had an atmosphere that felt so...dreamlike.

At least, that's what Namine thought to herself as she looked around with confused eyes of light blue. She didn't know how she got here, or if this place had a specific name.

She figured out the second part of her confusion as soon as she saw two words etched into a nearby boulder, vines of dark green ivy covering some of the letters.

Labyrinth Forest. She tried to think of why this place might be named as such, but she couldn't really think of anything except for the simple idea that it could be a labyrinth in disguise, stone walls replaced by many trees and bushes and such.

Looking around, she noticed that it must be night, because of the faint moonlight that peeked through the thicket of branches above. Thick, smoky grey fog was rolling in all around her, and she was really unsure of what to do.

Should she scream for help? Explore the place? Stay put until someone or something came along?

She was opting towards the second option.

As she was about to take even a step, a figure came into her view. He sat on a wooden chair, his arms on the arm rests with his legs crossed at the ankles. His clothing was all black; even his boots were as well. Slate-coloured bangs hung over one eye, and the other eye she could not see, for he had his head bowed slightly.

"H-hello?" She spoke up, stammering a bit as she took a few paces towards him. "Do you know how I can get out of here? I-I'm lost...I...don't know how I got he-"

She stopped mid-sentence when she realized he was looking up at her, the one cerulean eye looking straight at her. His left arm extended slightly, before making a gesture that said two words.

Come here.

Slowly, cautiously, she took a few steps at a time towards him, until she was only one or two steps away from him. He looked up at her quietly, his head tilted to one side as if he was a mere curious child.

He spoke.

"You don't know how you got here?" His voice, melodious, seemed to echo in her ears as his pale lips formed those words. Silently she nodded in response. He paused before speaking more. "No one...ever leaves this place, even if they never meant to be here at all, even if they don't even know how they came here. There is nothing you can do about that."

Nothing she could do? That was troublesome. She looked around quietly, unsure of what to say at first. But then she spoke up again, a question forming in her mind.

"M-my name is...Namine. What is yours?"

The man paused before speaking.

"I am Ienzo. I am Zexion. I am known by both." He stood up, slowly. As Namine watched him, she couldn't help but think as if he was a marionette, pulled up by invisible strings. He gazed into her eyes gently, and soon she realized one of his hands was extended towards her. "Perhaps we could...perhaps we could explore this place together? It is only natural that I show you around."

"Um...yes. I think I'd like that." Namine spoke, nodding a bit. Hand in hand, the two walked together through the misty woods.

As they walked, she couldn't help but think something was odd about the man. He wasn't human, yet he appeared to feel...truly, it was as if he was a puppet. The blank, glassy eyes of cerulean only seemed to prove it even more. But for now, as emotionless or full of emotion as he seemed, he would probably be travelling with her for quite some time.