Hey, hey, hey people! How's it going? Now, what I'm about to begin is something so epic, so awesome, SO unexpected that you will possibly crap your pants at what I'm attempting.
Enter The Blue Box that Never Was series, Part 1, Reckoning. This is what if each member of Organization XIII became an incarnation of the Doctor? Each version having the power they had in their previous life or whatever you wanna call it.
Now, I had this thought for awhile. A thought that some may deem impossible and undo able to do. So, I was like, 'What the hell!' let's see how far I can go with this. The thought I had? Well, it was what if, the time Xemnas was defeated by Sora and Riku, he met up with the Other, one of the founding fathers of the Timelords instead of returning to the void? (A.K.A Master Xehanort but we'll cross that bridge when we get there. Hopefully soon.)
Now, I've asked many people to do this idea, but sometimes you've gotta do things yourself…anywho, on to the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts nor Doctor Who. If I did, Roxas would have his own would have his own game, Matt Smith would still be the Doctor, and Eleven and Clara would have SO made out in the Christmas Special under a mistletoe or at least they would have kissed before 11 regenerated, leaving his cool bow-tie in Clara's hands.
Story Time!
Pain.
White hot, literally piercing pain is all the Xemnas could feel now as the light of the Keyblade went through his non-existent being while staring across the vastness of chaos itself. The realm in which would be known as the final resting place of the last surviving member of the accursed society, Organization Thirteen.
It was funny in a weird way, really. If the universe was more willing and merciful, the Superior could have laughed. He, the one who ranked first among the thirteen who survived having their Heart stolen and have lived off of sheer Willpower, was the last to be slain by the Keyblade heroes. Well, that's what you get for messing with countless beings in the universal worlds in order to have your goals succeed.
'Probably', He muses to himself as he feels himself shatter and break apart, the pain becoming too much, the emotions going wild without abandon.
What was the goal you may ask? Why, getting their hearts back of course, what else?
It may sound a bit ridiculous, but it was the truth after all. The Heart, along with the Body and Soul, was the only component missing for completing a being. A true being that wasn't a pitiful shadow of who they were in their past life. But those hearts were stolen, heartlessly stolen by the true embodiment of Darkness, Heartless that mindlessly collected hearts like the essential piece was one of many plates in a collection.
But that was far from the end like the Thirteenth Order. No, in fact one could say it was the beginning of a whole new life—albeit, an empty one. When a strong heart is taken captive by a Heartless, something amazing would make itself appear. The Will and Body would still be intact from the attack, desperate to make the being like it was before. But there would be neither light nor darkness to assist them. Instead, the power of Nothingness would make itself known during the process. With this addition, the process gave birth to something that shouldn't have happened in the first place. A truly unique creature like no other that the universe itself could not comprehend.
A Nobody.
They were beings that belonged neither to the realm of Light or the realm of Darkness. This was due to the fact that they were REJECTED from said realms for no longer having hearts, thus lacking each element that made a person, well, a person. Therefore, they were thrust into the realm of the In-Between.
Oh, but those specimens were nothing—no pun intended—to their superiors. Yes, there were thirteen (And vague images of a fourteenth?), including Xemnas himself of course, who proudly bore the sigil. Thirteen who stood among all lesser nobodies, as they were greater and much stronger in their recreation. They came together as Organization XIII in order to rightfully reclaim the hearts that were cruelly stolen.
Unfortunately, the universe didn't seem to agree with what they thought was a noble goal.
No, the universe rejected their non-existence. They didn't exist. They weren'tsupposed to exist. Yet here they were, emotionlessly frolicking about the universe as beings of nothing. Bending its rules with their very presence because of what they were lacking.
The rejects.
Some would say with caution.
Abominations.
Some would say with stupidity and rashness.
Freaks of nature that belonged nowhere, yet went everywhere through space. The universe could not tolerate such creations and their criminal doings; twisting its rules with just with a Body and Soul.
So it sent its champion after them. Sora, the Keyblade's Chosen one and his alli—no, friends to slay them. To destroy these creatures that dared to walk and do what they pleased in it's domain. One by one, each one of these things would be slain, sent back to the Void as it is where they came from in the first place.
Xemnas saw this attack from the beginning of course. He knew he and his comrades would not be allowed to exist in this universe do to their unsightly existence. It was because of this melancholic foresight that Xemnas began to hatch another plan to thwart the harshness of the universe.
If that was the case, then why not make a new one?
Yes, the Superior of the In-Between used his Organization in order to obtain this power. Using the rage of the Keyblade(s) that XIII wielded, in many uncountable worlds, the corrupted hearts were released from their ensnaring traps of darkness. One by one, they would be weaved into the source of all hearts where untold, ultimate power that could be matched.
Should he have obtained this power, Xemnas would have ascended. He would have become beyond that of a Nobody, beyond that as a human, a god, and all planes of reality. He would have been above existence itself and he would have been simply a creature that could rival the existence of the universe itself. With that power, the could-have-been god would have destroyed this universe. Yes, rebuild from Nothing itself and remake it into his own image. This rebuilt new reality where the Heart would not matter could have been created. It would have been a simple, trivial piece in a universe full of beings that did not heed such an unneeded part and would simply and trulyexist. A true paradise for Nobodies…
But whom was he kidding? Did he actually think he could possibly defeat the most powerful being in the universe even with Kingdom Hearts? Like his allies, he's been slain in battle by Sora, whose friends strengthened his drive to protect this universe.
His heart overcame the willpower of each member of Organization XIII.
'The heart…' Thought the Superior as his entire existence began to fade away, back to the realm of nothing.
Maybe…Sora was right. There was more to living than anger and hate. Emotion is a power in many ways, more than Xemnas wanted to count truthfully. Yet, it was like that wasn't it? It was too complex to be understood. But, it isn't very hard to understand either, really. The heart is immeasurably powerful. It is durable. To put it simple, it is strong. That is all one needed to know.
Amber eyes widened as Xemnas gasped at being erased. He stretched his whole arm into the emptiness before him, as if to grasped the rest of his being that hasn't already disappeared, but he knew it was far too late to stay. His time was up. But maybe…this truly wouldn't be the end. After all, Nothingness was eternal.
Black tendrils evaporated from the last member of the Thirteenth Order, signifying it was time to go. His body began to separate along with each black string. This was it. Soon enough, there was no more tendrils to be erased, leaving the realm of Chaos with just a whisper in its wake.
But, as destiny would have it, the story of the nonexistent thirteenth would not end this day, or for the next few centuries in fact…
A blistering migraine attacked Xemnas like a train as soon as he regained his supposed-to-be-gone consciousness. Opening his blurry eyes to assess the situation, the Nobody felt something solid beneath his very much corporeal form. This sudden feeling allowed the tall man to stand up in place and regain his bearings.
After the blurriness had subsided, the silver-haired man saw in front of him what he had expected since being defeated; complete and total Nothingness, its blackness covering the entire area.
But there was one problem…if he's in Nothingness, then what in the name of Kingdom Hearts was he standing on? Shouldn't a being such as himself be floating in the emptiness? Better yet, still have his body intact? Questions ran through his mind, and in his sudden onslaught of what could have been anxiety at the unforeseen episode, he ran a gloved hand in his hair. Briefly, he wondered what it would be like to tear himself apart to keep himself from needlessly living. However, this thinking stopped as he shook his head from those thoughts. The universe chose him to live. Therefore, he was chosen to continue with his quest.
The former Superior decided to look down to the possible platform he was standing on, seeing it could be very thing that could be keeping his essence in check and could give him a few answers that he really needed at the moment.
For the first time in a long time, Xemnas could not suppress a gasp of shock and awe.
From what he was seeing right now, the former apprentice of Ansem was standing exactly on what seemed like a picture of a police box from the year… 1963? The box had the bluest shade of blue one—almost like the midnight before dawn and the hue of dusk approaching—could ever witness, the background being the perpetual night sky, counting the stars–each one representing a world—twinkling overhead. The picture itself seemed to have a cathedral-esque look to it…very similar to when one was present within one of those...
Seeing as he was standing on the central picture of this cathedral-like platform, Xemnas craned his neck around to see if his conclusion was correct. Unsurprisingly, he was correct about the situation at hand. But what he didn't expect that what surrounded him and the police box were images; portraits to be exact. These gorgeous paintings—if he could recall beauty—were of Organization XIII, including himself. Xemnas looked about with a calm grace and found himself in the outer ring of the pillar he was standing on, each with an inner ring that showed the members' corresponding number on it in black and white.
"This…is unexpected." Concluded Xemnas, his silver eye-brows squinting the very slightest in curiosity and wonder, but it was not enough to warrant an actual hue of the emotion that he could have been feeling. It was official: Xemnas was in what one would call a Deep Dive, or a Dive In Heart if you would prefer.
Now, in order to be in this state, one must be have an extremely strong heart, one that was worthy of wielding the Keyblade. But there was a problem with that statement though: Xemnas didn't have a heart in no way what so ever, only pitiful shadows of emotions were all that was left in him really.
Was it possible…that this was someone else's heart?
As Xemnas began to muse the sudden turn of events, a low voice began to ring out through the darkness.
Well, isn't this an interesting turn of events
The whole body of the Superior In-Between twisted around at the sound of that ominous voice. What was that just now? Had he imagined the voice due to the unnatural emptiness in this Dive in Heart held? That was plausible, yet Xemnas knew this kind of thing was not imaginary. And if this wasn't imaginary, that could mean that this person's heart could wield a blade…a keyblade.
I can assure good sir that this isn't your imagination playing games with you
The voice seemed to be enjoying the black coat man's confusion on his face, chuckling as the object of his amusement scanned the darkness around. For once, a hint of what could have been fear filled the Superior's once heart.
"Who are you? Show yourself this instant!" Commanded the greater Nobody, his voice echoing across the nonexistent landscape. Somehow though, the demand seemed to have thrown the voice into full-blown laughter.
Unfortunately for the unseen voice, Xemnas did NOT like to be laughed at.
At all.
Flames of faux-anger that hadn't been stroked and ignited in so very long began to rekindle at the voice's amusement. With a flash of electricity, the leader of Organization Thirteen's crimson ethereal blades exploded from his palms. This caused the mysterious voice's laughter let out a gasp. A smirk darkened Xemnas' face; the gasp was like music to his ears. However, the smirk disappeared because the next thing that this mysterious foe would do would cause a nonexistent vein in his head start to throb.
What an interesting power! Just sort of creature are you?
Instead of fear and respect for the show of power Xemnas usually got, the ominous voice seemed to be in a state of wonder and awe, like the Nobody was some kind of science experiment that went well. There was also the fact that the voice began to sound a lot less, well…ominous.
"Right…" Drawled Xemnas, not quite knowing where to go with this next since intimidation didn't seem to work on this creature. In a moment of sheer recklessness or whatever worked in his nonexistent heart, Xemnas began to let loose information. "Well if you must know strange one, I am a Nobody, a creature of the Void." He answered. The orange-eyed man honestly didn't know why he let out that piece of information. Possibly because he saw no harm in doing so.
Nobody?
The greater Nobody sighed as if expecting this, dismissing his blades due to the fact that the voice didn't sound very threatening or mysterious as before. In fact, there was a sense of childish amusement and longing. It was as if the male's voice—was it a male voice?—had encountered something so interesting and so beautiful…he wanted to know more, he wanted to see more. Yes, Xemnas knew that feeling well, the ability to manipulate, to observe. Yes, something told him that this voice, this annoying voice, was something like a scientist. Well, two could play at that game.
So Xemnas began to explain the crazy, fantastical part of the universe in which he resided in. Heartless, the embodiment of true Darkness, the Nobodies, his kin, what he planned to do with Kingdom Hearts, and a bunch of technicalities. It goes without saying that this spur of the moment lecture was given in his monotone voice, the infamous tone that caused most worlds to want to strangle him to death. But hey, that's the way he rolled right?
Xemnas finished the mini history, and waited for the voice to respond. Strangely enough, the voice remained quiet for a few moments, creating an uncomfortable, jarring silence as the last few syllables of Xemnas' speech faded away. It was disturbing to hear this kind of silence from the enigmatic voice, but it was an understandable silence. The being was probably processing the information in his mind or something. One couldn't blame the being though, considering the very unconventional life that Xemnas lived.
When the voice finally spoke once more, it no longer possessed the mysterious aura it began with.
This is... quite disturbing news.
In fact, if Xemnas were to analyze the tone of voice further, he might have heard that the voice had a dazed quality about it.
The voice had spoken slowly, sounding as if it was coming in terms with reality for the first time but continued.
As one of the first Time Lords, I have been granted all knowledge of everything. All that ever was in the Universe, all that ever will be, and yet... and yet I have never come across a—what did you call it?
"A Keyblade." Xemnas answered, insipid dullness coating his tone. His blasé attitude towards the matter betrayed his cold, vice-like interest towards the voice. Here, this was a thing; a being that could be of use to him…But how? What could he do that could be beneficial for the disgraced leader? However, the disembodied was already leaning towards curiosity and if years of observing creatures with hearts and minds, Xemnas knew that trust and affection were to arrive after. IF and only if he dealt the right hand would that happen.
The Nobody's calculating thoughts were jarred when the voice spoke again. Only this time, the voice began to speak in a frustrated tone, as if trying hard to remember something and realizing that the information could not be retrieved. Xemnas listened to the pitches of how the voice accented and pitched the words haphazardly in speech. Oddly enough, even though there was no Body to be seen, the once scientist could feel the Mind and Heart interacting and producing the spoken language.
The once scientist part of himself seemed to awaken and stretch languidly in his mind, gaining energy from the rising adrenaline at the prospect of information; viewed in an academic manner, this whole experience was fascinating…
Yes, yes, a Keyblade. Nor have I ever heard of your kind, the Nobodies. Then again, this could all be explained in the legends of the Time of Dawn. I was never much of a fan of myths...
The voice trailed off as if the owner had become lost in thought. One part of the voice's response had caught the interest of Xemnas. A part of his scientific, analytical sense of self seemed to latch onto that iota of given information. His mind consumed it like a snake swallowing his prey. Almost immediately, a jumble of thoughts, plans, and ideas swarmed to the forefront of his consciousness.
But let it be known, he uttered one thoughtful and open-ended phrase.
"Time... Lord?"
Ah, I do apologise; I forgot I hadn't introduced myself. I have gone by many names in my time, but it's been so long since I used them that... well, I've forgotten most of them.
"Forgotten your NAME?" Xemnas said, raising his eyebrow in amusment. Well, as close to amusement as one such as himself can get.
It happens.
The voice replied nonchalantly.
In any case, I remember who I was more than I remember my name, and is that not the most important thing to remember?
"Who were you then?"
A long time ago, I came to a distant world known as Gallifrey, the voice began to explain. It was a strained world, split by divisions of perspective between the old and the new, but the leader of the new faction, a man known as Rassilon, and his chief scientist, Peylix- known as Omega as a result of a jealous teacher- had such potential...
The voice sounded wistful as it paused for a moment before it continued.
I offered my services in helping them to create their world, providing my expertise in refining Omega's process and helping Rassilon create some of the things he needed; I even helped their race find a way around the curse of sterility imposed on them by Rassilon's predecessor, through technology that literally wove new beings into life without the need for others to provide anything more than the original samples for each family.
"So your people couldn't reproduce sexually?" Xemnas questioned. That would explain why the voice needed samples; to create life artificially for future generations of his kind.
However, the voice continued grimly, ignoring the interruption.
It all went wrong when Omega set out on his mission to collect a power source for Rassilon's plan, collapsing a star to create a black hole that we could harness. His efforts succeeded, but Omega himself was lost, and it was never established in the aftermath if he was lost through an accident or deliberate sabotage...
"Rassilon?" Xemnas deduced.
Quite possibly. With Omega gone, and my own role more behind-the-scenes than his own, Rassilon began to enforce his authority, reshaping our society to suit his vision. His plans were ambitious, but as he became more and more determined to put them into action before his own demise, he resorted to increasingly questionable measures to achieve them, even threatening my own family if I should attempt to speak out against him; as far as he was concerned, he knew what was right, and that was that.
Ah yes, blackmail. A dirty trick that has its uses whether or not some may admit. Yep, some REAL good memories with that, "And your response was?"
I resolved to leave this world and return to a simpler time; the present was too complicated for me, but if I could escape my current role and return to the wider field as a piece rather than a player... I would sacrifice the power I held, but what use is power without freedom? With conventional departure, I said goodbye to the last of my family, and threw myself into the Looms, proclaiming my defiance of the world that Rassilon sought to build...
"And then you ended up here with me." Xemnas finished, not questioning what these Looms are, seeing how they are irrelevant at the moment.
It seems like it. Though that does beg the question: what happens now?
Right…there was that.
Xemnas lifted a hand to rub his chin in thought. What would happen now? By the sound of things, the voice, this Time Lord, should be reconstructing himself, reforming into a new lifetime. But, if that was the case, then why was he here with a fallen being such as Xemnas himself, bodiless and omnipresent?
However, the next thing the voice would say would completely 'shock' the former Superior.
Hmmm, perhaps we can help each other out?
Now, Xemnas was the type of man who was completely calm and dull to most situations. Even in his previous life as Xehanort, reactions were stoic as hell to be blunt. However, due to already dying and being place in this Deep Dive, the silver haired man nearly blanched at the suggestion. Thankfully, due to many years of self-restraint, he was able to keep himself under control.
"Excuse me?" he replied, quickly shaking off his previous reaction.
As I said, we can possibly benefit from each other in this situation we seem to have found ourselves in. At the moment, I am a bit…stuck in place and don't seem to know my way out of here, I'd say you're in a similar spot, no?
Damn…he was right. In neither of his two lives has Xemnas gotten into a Dive In Heart, Thus, has no idea in hell where to go now.
That didn't mean he would trust this voice.
Crossing his hands behind his back as if he was talking to one of his colleagues on a very important issue, Xemnas spoke, his deep voice echoing through the black space. "While you seem to have been honest so far, there's the issue of what would happen if I say yes to your… suggestion."
Why, I will combine the both of us, what else?
"Come again?"
The disembodied Timelord chuckled before answering the question.
At this moment, right now, I feel both our essences reaching out to each, like magnets of opposite sides of the pole. Which would mostly explain the creation of that station you're on. Anyways, the only thing that seems to be standing in the way of these two magnets are, well, you.
"Me?"
Quite so. Now, if you will allow me to connect our essences, then we shall become one. Everything that makes me me will become you, and everything that makes you you will become me. But, allow me to warn you first: I cannot guarantee either of us will maintain our memories. The fusion process will most likely erase both of our past lives in order to make room for the united one that will occur. But seeing how this is our only way out of this dark void for any of us, we don't have much of a choice; eternity of nothingness is hardly an improvement over the life I left behind, and I doubt you feel any differently. Now, what do you say?
Former Number I of Organization XIII stood quiet as he complimented over the severity of the decision he was making. Could he really do it? Erase all victorious and defeats that occurred in his past two lifetimes and replace them with a new existence that'll take place in god-know-where?
In addition to that, there was this certain itch in the back of his head that was telling him something. Something that could quite possibly change the face of the universe forever…
Bah! Like none of that mattered at this point. That memory lost within his mind couldn't possibly be that important if he didn't remember what it was. Anything to get out of returning to the void.
Besides… this was his chance to finally become a new being- not only that, but to become a complete being. Plus, the memories of his past two lives won't worth remembering, not now at this point.
Lifting his head up (and sticking his chin out like a business sort of man) he made his decision, "Alright. I shall agree with these terms, seeing how really this could quite possibly be my only chance to return to the realm of the living once more and become whole once more. Do what you must."
Excellent!
This voice exclaimed enthusiastically, almost sounding giddy at what's about occur.
Let's get started then! Now, this may tickle a bit…
Before he knew it, Xemnas' world body erupted from within.
Like every single cell within was exploding and reforming at the same time. Unlike forming into a Nobody, where one reforms into what they were before, this process seemed to be forcibly changing what he was now and turning into something else, like-like dying yet not at once.
The pain was really taking its toll, forcing him on one knee as something truly strange occurred. Bright golden light began to evaporate from his skin, pulsing with the energy of the Children of Gallifrey. With this light, came the memories of his past, disappearing like breathe on a mirror, piece by piece.
Despite the pain though…he felt them.
Ah yes, he felt their presences coming in with him, softly combining with him and overlaying his essence with theirs. Ah yes, these twelve forces were becoming one with him. Merging and fusing like missing pieces of a puzzle that was slowly to becoming whole.
It seems that the Thirteen Order's story isn't done yet.
Yes…maybe this time they would become the universes saviors instead of being its harbingers of the end. After all, going against it only ensured their ends. Deaths to those who belonged no where as they weren't truly anywhere in the first place.
But now since they'd all be complete... perhaps they could actually do some good? Fix others instead of wandering around for their own (justified) needs? Ah yes, one could imagine a good look with that kind of image.
After all, this time they would be one better being instead of separate banes of the universe. For this time they would be a protector of all. An wiseman, a healer, a medic…
A Doctor.
The next thing he felt was a rush of cold air...
Here you go! The first chapter! Any questions? P.M. me! Also, PLEASE leave a review if yea don't mind. Also, I will NOT be updating this story until like May at the latest hopefully, since I have to work on school since, after all, it'll decide what I'll be in life and all. Don't worry, you won't regret waiting for so long cuz' this story is going to go beyond epic!
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