This is something I plan on putting up here in a while. I'm going to develop the story and characters first, but it's going to be... different in feel and taste. It will contain an amplitude of yaoi and boy love as well as a few male and female relationships. It's going to be darker than my usual writing and so worthy of NC-17. If anyone has any tips on writing lemons, let me know. I could use 'em. Other wise... I hope you'll open your arms to this.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, the song is the property of Queen, Square Enix owns Kingdom Hearts, and Digimon is owned by... whoever owns it...

Buddy you're a boy make a big noise
Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day

Raven hair, black eyes, he was stunning. He looked no older than 22. He was clad in leather, the pants hugging his hips tightly and exposing his hip bones. Boots with skulls and small bones decorating them hugged his lower legs, rising up to his knee. A black leather duster hunger over his shoulder, going down to his ankles and sweeping around the dust below. His chest was bare, nothing but a large black cross, tattooed upside down on his abs and chest. A large battle ax glinted dangerously on his shoulder.

You got mud on yo' face
You big disgrace
Kickin' your can all over the place

CRACK! Blood splattered everywhere, mud flying into the air as jaw met the crude mix of dirt, rainwater, and something akin to blood. Somewhere, the stench of vomit hung in the air like a bad dream. "Not even the gods can save you now..."

Buddy you're a young man hard man
Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day

Violent red hair shimmered, shifting almost like the flames engulfing him. His skin, face, hair, entire body was on fire. Through it all, green eyes smirked out at the world, watching as mortals destroyed themselves. VIII flared hot enough to be black on his chest, the right pectoral bearing the brand. All around him, souls screamed in agony as their punishments were served out. Fanged teeth were revealed as he drew back his lips, giving a Cheshire grin.

You got blood on yo' face
You big disgrace
Wavin' your banner all over the place

A flame covered hand reached out, reaching towards a young male of blond hair and blue eyes, the golden spikes covered in blood and a sword resembling a key resting at his side. The blond reached out, hand shaking. "Don't be frightened..."

Buddy you're an old man poor man
Pleadin' with your eyes gonna make you some peace some day

Wind whipped around the area, silver hair falling from the hood. A long staff made of blackened wood and silver was clutched tightly in his pale hands. The top was shaped oddly like a spiked key, a silvery blue light lowly growing as he made his way through the desolate plains of the desert. His spiked boots glittered with the sand coating their leather soles. His face was darkened in the shadow of his hood, nothing but his mouth and part of his nose exposed.

You got mud on your face
You big disgrace
Somebody better put you back in your place

Ice slowly crept it's way up the walls, the blond breathing heavily as the cage finished. His slate eyes narrowed as a wolf like smirk formed. Angel wings of metal flared out behind him. "Freeze...." he whispered breathlessly, ice forming in the air.

THE DEVIL'S PRODIGY

"All the answers you desire can be found in Hell..."

COMING SOON