Ha! I have written another fanfic! This time, it's a crossover! Mwa! Excessive punctuation:ahem: Anyway, this is novelization of Kingdom Hearts (waits for someone to yell "overused idea!"), except some of the characters have been replaced with DN Angel characters. Whee! Puns ahoy! (mostly because of the name "Dark")

Disclaimer: I don't own DN Angel or Kingdom Hearts. However, the characters are available, and I will use them. Don't sue me.

I've been having these weird thoughts lately... Like, is any of this real…or not?

He was falling. The substance around him was freezing and felt like water against his bare skin, but he was dry. It felt like he was descending into the depths of the ocean, or perhaps a bottomless chasm. He couldn't move his body; he was paralyzed, but he wasn't scared. In fact, he enjoyed his fall.

Crimson eyes opened just in time to be blinded by a bright white light. When the light cleared, he was standing on a beach, facing the ocean that he thought he had just been sinking into. Overhead, the sun blazed brightly, glinting off of the blueness of the ocean and the figure standing knee-deep in the surf.

It was a boy, he realized, one of his best friends. He would recognize the messy purple hair anywhere, no doubt about it. It was definitely Dark. He started to run towards the boy in the water, but stopped short when he glanced at the tide. He stared at it to make sure he wasn't seeing things, as the water seemed to be retreating from the shore and away from him. He glanced back up and his suspicions were confirmed.

Looming high above Dark was a massive tidal wave. Dark was facing the wave, clearly able to see it coming, but he did nothing to move out of the way, nor did he do anything that told anyone that he had seen the wall of water. As he dashed through the shallow water, arm extended, the Dark turned around, attracted by the noise. Purple eyes met crimson and Dark calmly extended his hand, seemingly oblivious to the tidal wave just a few feet behind him.

Then the wave crashed down. He was thrown backwards by the force of the water and forced downward, spinning and tumbling as he went. Struggling to breathe, he looked at his friend to find him in the exact same position as before, hand still extended. He grabbed for the proffered hand again and again, but a strong undercurrent shoved him backwards more.

He emerged, gasping for air and coughing, into what appeared to be early evening sunlight. He shook his red hair a couple times and nearly fell into the water again. He felt a hand grasp his own and was hauled out of the water and back onto the sand.

"Daisuke, are you okay?"

It was a boy about his age, with short pale blue hair and matching blue eyes. He had a serious look on his face, combined with a touch of concern.

"Satoshi…thanks."

Satoshi didn't answer, but rather stared interestedly at the sky above and behind Daisuke. Daisuke turned around to see what he was looking at, thinking that it was the first star of the night, or a bird. Instead, his eyes focused on a larger object that was falling through the air, a person, a boy with red hair and…

Daisuke's eyes got much larger when he came to the realization that the object was him, which confused him. He was falling through the air, but he was also standing on the sand next to Satoshi, and he didn't seem to be affected, like Dark and the tidal wave. Daisuke suddenly felt like he was falling, just as he had before he ended up on the beach. Ground became sky and Daisuke reached for Satoshi, willing him to grab his hand, but the blue-haired boy did nothing. Then he disappeared, leaving only a ripple.

Again, Daisuke was falling through what felt like water, but this time it wasn't as enjoyable and he didn't reappear on his island home. Instead, he landed in a dark blue void with no clear exit. There was no one there save for him, and it scared him a bit. Without knowing or meaning to, he took a step forward and was blinded by a bright light from below. Shards of the light flew up, causing Daisuke to throw up his arms in self-defense, until he realized that the "shards" were actually birds.

"Doves…?"

As more birds took flight, Daisuke noticed a picture being revealed. When the last bird had left and its feathers had settled to the ground, Daisuke looked at his surroundings. He seemed to be standing on a large circular platform with a picture of a woman with black hair and a blue and yellow dress eating an apple. Around her were pictures of bearded men, seven to be exact, each with a different facial expression. Daisuke was still alone physically, but he felt less so with the woman and her companions, even if they were only parts of a piece of artwork.

Daisuke pushed his hair up on top of his head, something he often did when he was thinking, and sighed. He had no idea what to do. As if reading his thoughts, a voice spoke to him—he couldn't tell where it came from; it seemed to be everywhere at once and at the same time, nowhere. He looked around for the source, including over his shoulder. Nothing.

So much to do... So little time... Take your time...

Daisuke was baffled. If there wasn't enough time, why should he take his time?

But don't be afraid. The door is still shut.

"Door? What door?" Daisuke asked the voice skeptically.

Now, step forward. Can you do it?

Daisuke was slightly wary of the voice that kept telling him what to do, but he figured that it knew a lot more about the place he was in than he did. So, cautiously, he lifted his right foot off of the ground and slowly put it down in front of him. Nothing happened, so he took another step. Still nothing. He kept walking until he ended up in the center of the platform and stood still, waiting for the mysterious voice to give more instructions. It seemed to read his thoughts again.

Power sleeps within you.

The ground rumbled, threatening to throw Daisuke off balance, and from the floor to his left came a pedestal with a red shield on it. The shield was rectangular-shaped, with a design in the middle comprised of three circles stuck together—one in the middle and two on top of that.

If you give it form...

More rumbling, and a second pedestal rose up from the floor, this time to Daisuke's right and this time there was a blue and green staff perched on top of it. The design on top of the staff was the same as the one in the middle of the shield.

…It will give you strength.

After these words, a third pedestal rose from the floor straight ahead, bearing a sword. It wasn't very ornate and it didn't have the same design as the shield and the staff, but it did have a gem embedded in the gold and blue hilt.

Choose well.

Daisuke looked at each of the items, which were floating a couple inches above their respective pedestals. He had to choose one of them? He hesitated slightly, then walked over to the staff and plucked it from its spot.

The power of the mystic. Inner strength. A staff of wonder and ruin. Is this the power you seek?

Daisuke absently turned the staff over in his hands, thinking about what the voice had said. After a few seconds, he shook his head and placed the staff back on the pedestal. He went over to the shield and grabbed it instead.

The power of the guardian. Kindness to aid friends. A shield to repel all. Is this the power you seek?

He slipped the shield on his arm and waved it around a bit. Somehow, it didn't feel quite right, like it was a piece of clothing that was the wrong size. He shook his head and put the shield down. He approached the last item, the sword, and picked it up instead.

The power of the warrior. Invincible courage. A sword of terrible destruction. Is this the power you seek?

Daisuke nodded. The sword felt better in his hands than the staff or shield had. Without warning, the sword disappeared from his hands, breaking into tiny shards of light. Daisuke frowned, wondering why he picked the blade if it was just going to disappear. The voice spoke again. He was beginning to get used to it by now.

Your path is set. Now…what will you give up in exchange?

Now he understood why there was three items. He couldn't have all the power at once; he had to pick one to have and one to give up, and the third one was inaccessible. He pushed his hair on top of his head again and stared at the remaining items. Finally, he made up his mind and approached the shield.

The power of the guardian. Kindness to aid friends. A shield to repel all. You give up this power?

Daisuke nodded again, and the shield disappeared in the same manner as the sword. He wondered why the voice felt the need to repeat itself, as well as telling him what his choices were.

You have chosen the power of the warrior. You've given up the power of the guardian. Is this the form you choose?

He nodded. A sudden jolt sent him sprawling to the ground as the pedestals sank into the ground around him. The rumbling continued and the ground shattered around him like glass. He felt himself falling again, but much faster this time, and there was no person or object to get a hold of. Daisuke was falling headfirst now and upside down he caught a glimpse of pale blue. His first thought was of his friend, but then he realized that it was much too large. With some effort, he managed to flip himself right side up just in time to land on a second circular platform.

This one had a picture of a woman as well, but she was blonde and dressed in a light blue dress. Around her were pictures that told a story, but Daisuke wasn't entirely sure what it was. It looked like a fairy tale.

You've gained the power to fight. Take a swing.

The voice spoke again, and the sword Daisuke had chosen earlier appeared in his hands. He blinked, surprised, and took a few swings as the voice had instructed.

Use this power to protect yourself and others.

Daisuke grinned nervously; now the voice was insulting his intelligence. The grin faded slightly when a dark patch appeared on the platform. He took a step towards it and leaned forward curiously, as the patch moved and a small black creature with luminous yellow eyes rose out of it. It was sort of cute.

There will be times you have to fight.

Two more black patches marred the surface of the platform and from them came two more black creatures identical to the first. Daisuke took a step backwards.

Keep your light burning strong.

Both black creatures leapt at him at Daisuke at the same time, and the boy jumped back. Then, remembering the sword in his hands, brought the blade down and slashed at one of the shadow's heads. It sliced what he figured was the creature's skin, yet it didn't seem to affect it any. Daisuke swung again. And again. On the third swing, the shadow creature burst into mist. Daisuke was about to go after the other two creatures, but they flattened themselves into the ground and disappeared.

Behind you!

Daisuke spun on his heel and slashed at a shadow that had just emerged from the ground, following the same pattern as before. There was one last black creature, but before Daisuke could turn his attention to it, he noticed something odd. More black patches were forming around him, but no more creatures were forming from them. Instead, they gathered around him, and Daisuke, panicking, tried to move away and failed. A huge dark patch formed underneath him and he felt it grasp his legs and pull him down. The substance felt like quicksand, but it was cold and seemed more evil. The more he struggled, the more it pulled him in, until only his head was above the blackness. He reached a hand up, grabbing for the platform, grabbing at the air itself, before his head was also enveloped in the blackness.

Since it's so stupidly long, I'm going to split the Awakening into two parts. Part 2 will be up soon. Read and review please! Flames will be used to heat my house.