Just a Survivor
Originally Written: (Started) Sunday, July 12, 2009 853PM to Monday, July 12, 2009 approx. 300AM
AN: Got sick of staring at this on my computer, just sitting there doing nothing. Putting it up to see if I can bait Xaldin into coming back. We've got 19 chapters of loveliness to read until then.
This is "Just a Survivor", a story that came up when I was thinking about how cool it would be if members of Organization XIII were brought back to life on a strange planet made up of lots and lots of Data. I also wanted to make something almost homage like to when Digimon (and at the moment KH/Naruto) was actually good. XD
This is a Digimon X Kingdom Hearts crossover first and foremost. This is also a crossover with Naruto, but only 'cause I needed to figure out back stories to a couple of characters and it worked well. Really well. The majority of main characters and plots tie into Digimon. Next is Kingdom Hearts and you'll see a smidgen plot/characters from Naruto.
This story ignores the plot behind any game in the KH series that was released after KHII. Your best bet would be to treat this as KHIII.
"Just a Survivor" only focuses on the Dubbed Digimon Seasons 1-4 plot wise, but may remind you of other, later seasons...I think. I stopped paying much attention to Digimon after Frontier.
For Naruto it focuses on the Manga, but you may see smidgens of Dubbed Naruto Anime 'cause that's how I first got into it. It completely ignores this ridiculous War Arc currently going on, and the majority of filler Anime plotlines. If you know what happens immediately after the Meeting of the Kages you should be good. If I remember the last chapter you should have read I'll put it up here:
Eventually this story will have slash but only with two characters if I'm remembering right, it won't be noticeable, and it'll take a long time to get there. Otherwise the only pairings in here are cannon ones. So there'll be no yaoi/yuri out the ass. In other words, there's more Het than Yaoi, and no Yuri despite how some scenes may look. Sorry Naruto fans, Sasu/Naru, Sasu/Saku, Naru/Saku are not cannon. Sorry KH fans, Sora/Riku & AkuRoku aren't cannon either. Yes Digimon fans, that does include the "hated" pairings "hinted at" at the end of Digimon Season 2. Takato/Rika is not cannon. I'd write them all down, but the way this plot line goes, it is completely unnecessary, and we'd be here forever, and this AN is long enough. There are a few pairings I took the writer's liberty of creating, but they are there for plot purposes.
IN OTHER WORDS: This is an action/adventure story, you won't even notice the pairings unless you're looking to flame. If you're looking for a story that has the characters acting like they're up in an "Anime Highschool" or an "adult XXX movie" or something, you are in the wrong place. Turn back now.
In terms of the other potentially offending things you'll see. Go a smidgen darker than Naruto & Digimon Season three and you're there. You'll also see hints of more adult related themes, but not the actual acts themselves, and only mentioned in conversation or a flashback.
On a happier note, there's no OCs, Mary Sues, or Gary Stues. Yay! There are some characters I use that are not characters seen in the Anime/Manga/Game. In fact, in these first chapters you may see a "merger" of characters. However every character/species used in my story actually exists in the series they came from/represent. For example, this chapter contains a Digimon named Wisemon. Wisemon is never seen in Digimon Seasons 1-4. However, if you go to the Digimon Wiki, Wisemon is actually a Digimon there.
With that said, onwards to storyland!
An unusual being sat levitating on top of a very large open book. Strange writings marked the book's pages. He wore dark maroon wizard's robes. His head was shadowed by a beige torn cloak, leaving only his face to be seen, pitch black shadowy skin and bright yellow eyes. The cloak, wrapped around his shoulders as well, the long edges torn, frayed to resembled beige wings. The being held a long jet black zip up cloak adorned with chains and zippers as he watched the scene before him. Two sphere's, one gold the other red, circled around him.
A relatively short male with nearly emotionless, cerulean eyes wearing a pair of tight black slacks, knee high jet black boots, to match the jacket the first being was holding, and a light gray long sleeve shirt, stood before the first being. His frail arms attempted to hold a longsword without dropping it. Swirls of black and dark red orbs surrounded him, circling around him, causing violent winds that blew his blue-gray hair around wildly. His face remained relatively calm, despite the sweat that covered his body.
Suddenly, the male dropped his blade, and fell from his levitating position to the floor in a heap. The first being and another male were thrown back from the force of the dissipating energy. The male sat up, and stared at another being, his eyes calm, only showing a slight annoyance at the failure of the entire thing.
"I think that will be enough for today. Don't you agree, Wisemon?" The second being stood looking at the first. This being resembled a magic using knight from some sort of fairytale. He was covered in maroon and silver robes. Covering the robes were silver, clear and gold shoulder plates, from which a long silver cape hung. A blue and goldenrod tunic lied from underneath the shoulder plates as well. A gold looped belt wrapped about the being's waist. Slowly the being got up, moving to grab his own long sword and a clear crystal orb in his dark red gloved hands. He then moved to get up, and looked back at Wisemon, the first being.
Wisemon was still in thought, though from what the third person in the group could tell, he looked to be more like he was recovering from shock. Eventually, Wisemon stood, his cloak falling back into place. He smoothed out his robes and then looked the third being straight in the eyes. A bang of blue-gray hair covered nearly all the right side of his face. "Agreed. Not a fighter. Cannot teach him." The short one turned sharply towards the other being.
"He has no clue what I am capable of. He has no clue of the things that I have done." His voice was overly emotionless, a slight touch of annoyance and anger appearing if one analyzed it.
The knight hooked his sword diagonally across his back. "Zexion," he walked up to him and held a hand out. The orb in his other hand disappeared in a burst of colorful particles. "We don't need to see or know what you have done. We know what you are capable of today and over these past few months." The knight looked over to Wisemon. He was long gone. "We are confused with you. It would seem that you have all that is needed to master this. The powers of darkness through your own ability of illusion. You are diligent in your work, only stopping when you are done with it, even if it leaves you too weak to do anything else for a while. You have the natural ability. And yet..." The knight pulled Zexion to his feet with a strong pull of his arm. "...you are still missing something. For the life of us, neither Wisemon, nor myself can figure out what it is."
"I understand, Mystimon."
"Do you?" Mystimon cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Of course I do. There isn't a thing I don't understand." Zexion smirked at him, even that, was empty. Mystimon watched him carefully. Zexion seemed to be a perfect actor. He couldn't tell if Zexion was actually trying to master this move, or if he was just mimicking him to make things easier for himself.
"Then you know what is missing?"
Zexion looked off to the side.
"What is it?"
Zexion rolled his eyes, "You would not believe me, nor understand."
"You think me to be an ignorant old coot is it?" Mystimon stared down at the shorter male. Zexion moved to collect his cloak.
"No..."
"You've no drive to do much anymore, hmm?" Mystimon questioned. "You were so very enthusiastic when you first arrived here. Wanting to find your fellow acquaintances. You called yourself Ienzo back then, just a few months ago. Nearly a year, yes? I know you remember." Zexion nodded slowly. "And then Wisemon told you would not last a day outside our humble abode with all of the violent Digimon roaming about. You didn't believe him and-"
"And I nearly was killed by a group of Witchmon and would have been killed had I not gotten away by calling up one of those black portals. I know all this. I was there after all. What is your point?"
"You've lost the heart to do any of this now, haven't you? You've started calling yourself Zexion, as though you've changed personalities or something. Anything Wisemon may know, he refuses to tell. Crazy old bat." Mystimon mumbled.
Zexion shook his head, "Zexion can't have what Zexion never had to begin with. You don't know anything either." He then picked up his blade, and walked into the large Japanese-style estate, probably off to his quarters.
Mystimon nodded in thought. He needed to have a talk with Wisemon. He would know what was going on. There wasn't a thing he didn't after all.
Zexion faced the ceiling on his bed. The sheets were black, darker than the darkest night. It was quite befitting considering the dark mood he was in. A hand was draped across his stomach. Flashes of memories crossed his mind. He couldn't differentiate between these memories and where they were taking place, but he was able to now put a name to each face. What they did, how he knew them and why, were another story. He could tell he was pretty close to someone named Lexaeus, a big black man with the strength of twenty oxen who talked about as much as the shiest six year old one could find. A crazy kid named Demyx, who was a chatterbox of the worst kind and enjoyed playing music on a multitude of instruments, loved following him around when he wasn't with his companion, Axel. Zexion got into scuffles quite a few times with Axel, including a few bets. Axel was loud and boisterous, a complete hothead with a level of insanity to match, though he did have the uncanny ability to keep his cool when needed.
Zexion did have an image of Axel staring at someone he was finally able to identify as Saix. Who Saix was, he didn't have a clue. All he knew was Saix's own image scared the hell out of him and Zexion was pretty sure if Saix walked into the room at this moment, he'd probably want to scream and hide underneath his bed. He could tell that Saix was "The Superior's" lapdog, Xemnas. A smirk came to Zexion's face as he remembered the interesting fact he had discovered when he had thought he was Ienzo.
Zexion finally sighed, turning his head to look out the window. A few birds were happily perched outside his window, all enjoying themselves and the other bird's company. He could go over these people's names, and the personalities he assumed they had from his observations all day. And he'd still have no clue why he knew them or what significance they had to him. He wondered if any of the others were out there, wondering about him or the others. "Probably not." He frowned as he continued studying the memories, figuring that he was part of some sort of deranged family full of mentally insane people who only put up with each other because they had no one else to put up with.
"One two, three shoe, four shoe, AH-CHOO!" Zexion sat up, gripping his stomach lightly. "This floor is dusty! We could clean up with our socks!" Zexion looked around confused before his eyes settled to the floor. A tiny white and purple creature with big green eyes was slowly making his way towards Zexion. He wobbled back and forth, a light red glow surrounding him, while he struggled to carry a very thick white and black book. Apparently, the creature noticed Zexion was staring at him, because it looked up at him and grinned. "H-h-hiiiiiiiii-OOF!" Zexion watched slightly amused as the creature fell backwards with a loud thud, kicking up a mini cloud of possibly ancient dust.
"Hello..." Zexion replied, getting off of his bed. He kneeled next to the creature. It's once large ears had shrunken and it was sitting on the floor, tears brimming it's eyes as it rubbed his head. "And who might you be?"
"Calu-calumon..."
Zexion picked up Calumon and set him on his lap, "You're a Digimon, right?" Calumon nodded. Zexion petted Calumon's head. "Quit sniveling then. You look absolutely ridiculous."
Calumon pouted. Then he promptly poked Zexion and jumped off of his lap, no signs that he was just about to break out into a crying fit left, save for the few tears that had managed to fall down his face earlier. He turned back around and frowned even more. "You're a meany face! A-and your book weighs more than a Tortomon!" Before Zexion could even get an image of what a Tortomon may have looked like in his head, the large black book went flying right towards his face.
Calumon looked back sheepishly and pouted, blushing. "Ooops...I threw it too hard." Zexion fell to the ground with a thud, a few wisps of sparkling swirls rising out of him, and a small pool of blood surrounding his head. Calumon's eyes went wide. "AHHHHH!" He started screaming and running about in a panic.
"..." Mystimon paced about Zexion's room, a hand stroking his chin. "I don't even want to know." Zexion was resting on his bed. His head and nose were wrapped in bandages. Wisemon had gone out for a walk some time ago to blow off some steam and meditate.
"I'm sorry..." Calumon looked up displaying the cutest puppy dog eyes he could muster.
"...I'm too old for that Calumon."
The small digimon pouted. "I really am. Really. I didn't mean to throw it that hard." Tears lined the brim of his cute eyes.
Mystimon looked down at him, "You sneak in, take the book against orders with the intention of giving it to him only to throw it in his face?"
"Well, he was a meany face." Calumon jumped up on the bed. "He doesn't look so mean now." Calumon kicked Zexion lightly and stood proudly, waving his arms. "He'll be ok." It was more of a statement than a question really. The red triangle on his forehead glowed slightly.
"He'll be fine physically yes. But...you better not be here when he wakes up. Though, I should probably cage you up just so you can get your just desserts." Mystimon looked down at him with a wink. Calumon glided down from Zexion's bed and zoomed out of the room so quickly that a cloud of dust was left behind him. Mystimon coughed lightly, clearing his throat and pulled up a seat next to Zexion. "What else are you hiding from Wisemon and myself, nobody?"
AN: As if I hadn't said enough already, lol. If you keep track of my "Originally Written" dates, and I actually get that far putting up this story, you'll see something I think is pretty funny, because I don't normally start my stories that way.