Ok, I've been working on this for a while, and thought I'd try my hand at a crossover. A KingdomHearts and Legend of Zelda crossover. Hmm. We'll see if you all like it then.

Disclaimer: I do not own KH or Zelda... so yeah... now you can't sue me.

Castle Town

The city square stirred with people, cramming near the shops purchasing their goods for the week. Shoes, boots, and bare feet tapped on the stone streets laid out like cobblestone pathways, winding through corners of unlit lanterns. The sun moved into its lay of evening, and Link shifted from his lean on the corner of a building in the West side of Castle town.

Shadows grew on the streets coming out as the sun moved behind the land. Link's boots tapped on the stone as he walked, and he made his way quickly across the road, through the shadowed ally, and down the sole worn stairs to the door of the pub.

The creaky wooden door was open ajar spilling already drunken laughs and dull candle light onto the pathway. Link placed a hand on the door and swung it open. Not a head lifted or a drink paused as he entered, for he was a common in this place. Arrows clunked woodenly in his quiver as he set it to the floor beneath his table as he sat. He placed his elbows on the worn table and placed his forehead to the back of his intertwined hands as he cast a glance down.

He waited among the others; they were scattered among drunken city men and lonely travelers. The pub was dim, lit by burning wicks on each wax candle placed on the tables. The place smelled of rum, smoked boar, and sweet red berry wine. The men's laughs trailed, crumbling on the floor as they bellowed, stingy rum on their breath.

Link and the others with the same purpose as him, waited. A bosom flattered woman found her way to Link's table, where he sat alone. He stood in front of him, leaning slightly forward as was her nature as a pub runner.

"Leaving again, eh Link? Off on another adventure?" She asked as she glanced down at his filled quiver on the floor. She spoke her tone long and slow, abiding to her adapted voice of false seduction.

It took a moment for Link to answer as he looked up from the floor. "Yes." He said plainly.

"Well, don't you go down out there. I can't afford to lose another good looking customer! Say, how about this night's drink is on me. For luck on the fields." She announced more than offered.

"Thanks, Telma." Link replied. The woman smiled down at him and walked away, her bosom teetering back and forth, as a few men whistled.

A drink came to Link's table as he sat after a few moments, and soon an hour passed. The sun had set outside, and as a signal of nightfall a few men lay groggy and unaware on floors and tables from the evening's drinks. Married men slugged out the door to their homes so their wives may not worry about them in the night, and now the lonesome crowd of saps crawled in for the night to drink it away.

Link waited, but the leader did not come. A swordsman rose from his table with a clattering of his chair, anger in his face. He turned right to Link peering into his back. "Coanan should have been here by now! Has he forgotten about us all?!" he shouted.

"Kinnet! Settle yourself. Coanan will come. If not tonight, then we will go to the fields ourselves and find him." someone answered the man, and Link heard the chair settle back into place. An unsettling feeling fell over the hero, the same as he had felt when Twilight took over the land. Things were changing.

The chair across from Link slid backward, and a friend sat there. "Hello there, Link. Boy, you look the same as always." Rusl said smiling. His sword sheath rattled as he adjusted it on his waist.

"Coanan isn't coming." Link said, his voice low and quiet. Finally he cast his gaze up from the floor and looked his friend straight in the face, something resembling fear crossing his features for a moment.

Hours again passed, and the customers left in groups and in singles. Link cast a look toward Rusl. "I'm setting out, with or without Coanan."

Rusl ran a hand through locks and sighed. "Coanan is the leader of all this. He's not dead. The fields in the evening must have been swamped with Frednot's men. Coanan must have realized he couldn't make it through tonight."

"More than half of his troops have left for the night! They'll give up soon. This rebellion is crumbling right in our hands." Link stood swiftly, and gathered his quiver off the floor. He strapped it to his back, took his bow in one hand, and adjusted his sheathed sword on his left side with another.

Link left the pub without another word, his boots tapping on the dirty wooden floor. The door slammed behind him closing off the sight of the dark alley that lay outside.

Destiny Island

His legs dangled, swinging over the side of the flat roof as he sat. The sky was painted colors of the sunset that crawled its way into sight just above the horizon. He squinted at the line between sky and earth drawn by the shadowed trees as if he could see into a distant place. Chilling breezes shuffled through the evening air, bringing a whispering message of the night to come. Light eyes bore that stare that looked into nothingness while troubles curled in the back of his mind somewhere distant from the sunset. He ran a hand through his silver hair and sighed.

The ocean crawled softly over the sand somewhere beside him, and the palm trees ruffled. Movements of the settling evening began to stir, and the colored sky washed over with night. The boy still sat there at the edge of the roof, staring off into something distant, and seeming deep in thought. Straight hair hung in his face, shadowing his eyes. He looked down at his knees, and seemed the image of loneliness.

A sigh again caught the cooling air, this time though, not his own. "Are coming in?" someone asked. The tone was gentle. Her voice was soft, and in it, she held a never ending concern for him that had only grown deeper within the week.

"No." Riku answered.

"Oh… ok." Kari responded from behind him. Disappointment lay in her tone, covered by worry, and in that moment he could perfectly picture the look on her face. She'd furrow her brow slightly, bite the inside of her lip a bit, and cast her glance sideways to the right.

"I might." He had decided to adjust his answer, in attempt to try and dim that expression of worry he knew she was holding.

"Alright." Her steps tacked softly on the roof as she walked away. Suddenly they stopped, and Riku heard her turn to face his back again. "We'll find him Riku. We'll find Sora." Her steps continued on to the ladder, down to the balcony, and faded inside the room.

Morning misty air awoke him, as the sun peered through the trees just beginning to stretch above their tops. He shifted on the hard roof, groaning at the stiffness. Riku shuffled to the ladder climbed slowly down, and walked inside the home from the balcony. Still in a daze, he swept over the room in one long glance.

He walked past the room of his friend, hearing her even breaths in sleep. They had spent the night on Destiny Island, after a long day's search for Riku's friend, and Kari's love.

Down now in the hidden cave, Riku placed a hand on the wall there. The wall that had once held the door to other worlds. A moment passed, and Riku closed his eyes. The moss covered stone was cool under his hand, but soon it would be something different from a wall entirely.

He could feel the hidden power that had never left him. Sewn to other worlds by memories and a seemingly severed tie to darkness, he knew he could go there again. Riku's heart beat with a strange calm as it willed the door to be there again, to find his friend.

All in silence a door appeared and opened, and Riku in desperation to find Sora, stepped through falling into unknown once more.

Hyrule

Link stepped outside into the alleyway, ready to head up the stairs to his left, when suddenly a figure caught his eye. A boy about his size lay sprawled on the cobblestone. The boy though, he was different.

His clothes... Link thought. Where in Hyrule did he get those clothes?

In shear curiosity, Link ventured near the strange boy. Link took his lantern from his pouch to light the dark place. An orange glow imitted from the lantern, creating a small circle around the two. He held it above the boy, and nudged him with his boot.

The boy stirred, propping himself up slowly with his arms, begining to stand. Light eyes met with Link's and there was silence.

Suddenly, and faster than anyone Link had even seen, the boy jumped up and pulled a sword seemingly out of thin air. The sword was like no other seen in all Hyrule. The weapon blade was a key shape, it's hilt and grip decorated with intertwining designs; it's blade was dark made of no metal Link had ever known. Upon seeing Link, the boy had drawn up a defense nervously stepping back ever so slowly. He panted slightly, his stance slightly bearing to the left; it appeared that his side had been injured in some way, maybe from a fall. There was a look of shock in his light eyes, although Link could barely see the boy's face from his long hair.

Link in turn had drawn his sword and shield, and both peered at each other in strange intent. "Who are you?" Link asked slowly.

The silver haired boy answered with cold defiance in his tone. "Riku."

Soo... do you like it? I am really interested to see what people think. What will happen next? Why did the door dump Riku in Hyrule? Is Sora there? Oh dear Link is going to be really confused. Please review.