A Month in the Life of Ventus and Yugi

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or Yu-Gi-Oh! They are both owned by Square, Disney and Konami respectfully. I also do not own any other various franchises that I will(or may) use in this fanfiction. This story is mainly for entertainment purposes, and not a plot to make money or earn fame. Trust me…(I'm only kidding). Anyway, on with the story. Sorry for any inconvenience.

Prologue:

It was dark and cold. The air was stale and ancient: if someone was to take it in, they would feel as though they were in a messy, unappealing museum. There was no green grass, no blue sky, and certainly no living things for miles. All that one could make out was just mountains, brown dirty rocks and cracks in the ground. The only objects that could be seen in this barren wasteland were key-shaped weapons stuck in the ground, shaped together like a crossroad.

And in the middle of this crossroad, there stood a man. He was very old and brittle, like he might collapse any day. However, despite his fragile appearance, he was in fact very strong and agile. Even though he had a hunchback, his amber eyes seemed to be full of pure life and ice, like he had never been cheerful for hundreds of years.

This man's name was Xehanort, and he was a Master of the Keyblade, the name of the very weapons that surrounded him. Right now, he was making plans in his mind, deep in this forgotten and barren Keyblade Graveyard, where nobody, not even the strongest warriors in the worlds, could find him.

That, and he was also on his cell phone, ordering pizza for later, when he returned to Hollow Bastion.

"No, no, no! I said I wanted olives! OLIVES!...Wait, what? You thought I said ostrich? Are you deaf? I'm old enough to be your great-grandfather, and even I hear better than you...No, you ignorant fool! I don't want refills! I'M IN A FUCKING GRAVEYARD! Why would I need refills?"

"Do you ever pipe down?"

Master Xehanort grimaced upon hearing the young voice. Turning around, he glared at the young man. Upon seeing his face, he smirked.

The stranger waved at him. "How's it shaking, you old coot?"

Ignoring the young man's insult, Xehanort turned his attention back to the phone. "Young man, could you hold on for a moment. I have something to take care of…"

Putting his cell phone in his pocket, he fully turned to face the stranger. "It's about time you showed up. I ordered pizza for later, if you so-"

"Cut the crap, Xehanort." The man interrupted. "You never were one to cut to the chase, were you?"

Master Xehanort chuckled. "And I suppose you are?" Smirking, he put a hand to his face and started tapping his forehead. "All right then. I guess I submit, my little friend."

The stranger nodded. "Good." Then he reached into his pocket. "I got a picture of him, if you want."

Without waiting for the Keyblade Master's response, he took out the picture and showed it to him.

Xehanort examined the picture for a while, his smile turning into a concerned frown. "Interesting…" After motioning for the man to put the picture back, he turned away from the man. "This is beyond anything I imagined." Xehanort started flexing his fingers, as though he wanted to grab something. "Never in my life did I imagine that-"

"You know, they say that when you get old, the manners are the first things to go." The stranger scoffed. "Why don't you face me when you talk, you coward?"

Xehanort glanced back at the younger man. "If I were you, I would focus less about my manners and more about my fist, which will be in your stomach piercing away at your insides, if you don't behave yourself."

The young man gulped. He knew how strong he was, and how much people admired him. He was the best; a highly gifted, highly arrogant and highly cocky fighter. But even he did not cross arms with Xehanort, a man who possessed one of the greatest, and terrifying, powers in the world: the Keyblade.

He backed off. "All right. I know when to call it quits." Composing himself, he took a big gulp and swallowed the fear building up in his mouth. "So, I'll see you in Hollow Bastion at around 4:30?"

"But of course."

"Don't forget…" The stranger started to walk away. Before he left, he turned his head back. "I'm allergic to olives."

And he disappeared, into the stale, ancient air.

Xehanort waited a few minutes until he could no longer sense the man's presence in this world. Then he scrambled for his cell phone. "Sorry for the delay. Hold the olives…"

The sun started to set.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S TOO LATE TO TAKE OUT THE OLIVES? I AM MASTER XEHANORT! I SHALL NOT BE MADE A FOOL OF!"

With that, the elderly Keyblade Master shot a bolt of lightning into the phone. Xehanort started laughing when he heard the pizza boy scream in terror, as if his skin was being burned off his face...