Hello all, and welcome to my new story.

This was something I really wanted to write since I already read all of the good Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy m-pregs, plus I could only find TWOactual fanfics with a Zack and Roxas pairing. Sad, I know.

Anyway, here's the full summary:

After a series of heart wrenching events plague Roxas, the young keybearer is left alone in The World That Never Was a mere shell of his former self. The only thing keeping him sane and alive is a promise he made what seemed like an eternity ago. But when a near death experience brings him to an unfamiliar world, will both old and new friends be able to bring him back from the brink of death? Perhaps one raven haired puppy could be the key to saving both his life and that of his unborn child.

Chapter 1

The cool night air echoed with the soft pitter patter of plump rain drops on the smooth pavement, as well as the occasional rumblings of far off thunder in the distance. An enormous heart shaped moon cast an eerie white glow on the barren and desolate streets of the city beneath it. No sensible person would be out on a night like this.

Hurried footsteps and gasps of pain all but shattered the steady rhythm of the rain, creating an entirely new tempo to this midnight symphony. Two lone figures ran through the darkened alleyways, one always a few steps ahead of the other.

One, a magnificent creature with resplendent silver hair cascading over his lithe yet muscular shoulders like a waterfall of stardust, nearly giving off the same haunting glow as the moon itself. His eyes were an inhuman and almost animalistic aquamarine, narrowed and focused like a large jungle cat hunting a rabbit. This beautiful predator was anything but tame, and everything in his being was driving him to kill his weakened and defenseless prey.

The other was nothing like the jungle cat, with golden, sun-kissed hair that held many different shades from strawberry to honey in its strands. He was younger than the silverette by nearly a year, but by appearance alone, one would think it was more than that. His body had a much smaller frame, and he still had the appearance of a young boy. Bright, brilliant sapphire eyes were wide with pain and terror as he fled for his life. He gasped and cringed as wave after wave of agony tore through his wounded body, and rivers of scarlet ran on the ground beneath him. Luckily, he had managed to escape the full brunt of the silver haired beast's attack, but the terrible laceration in his small chest was testimony to his own weakness. The blonde boy had been nearly starved to death. It was a wonder how both he and the small life inside him had managed to hang on for so long. But now, with the circumstances at present, it appeared that neither would survive the night.

Small, gloved hands tightened their grip on the oily black fabric of his coat. It was all he could do to maintain his equallibrium as the world seemed to spin around him.

A smooth, slick sound of boots skidding across wet pavement replaced the soft footfalls as the boy rounded a corner. He nearly allowed a smile to brighten his features when in the distance he saw a narrow alleyway, just wide enough to squeeze his slightly engorged form into. It was also lit from the moon in such a way, that, if wedged far enough into, it could completely cloak him in a veil of darkness.

Thankfully, his assailant had been far enough behind to give him enough time to worm his way far enough into the crevasse undetected. Trembling, from terror and nearly blinding pain, the boy was not entirely numb to the weak movement just below his empty stomach. Despite the bleeding and complete agony, he managed to pull his hand from the wound and place it on his slightly rounded stomach.

Shh, he soothed mentally, We'll be alright. I won't let him or anyone else take us. I'll protect you no matter what.

Unfortunately, his words did nothing to calm his own terror, and he continued to tremble taking shallow, shaky breaths. The boy nearly felt his non-existent heart stop at the sound of soft footfalls right outside his hiding place.

Pale, creamy skin and smooth porcelain features glowed in the moonlight, while the silken, silver mane glistened in the falling rain. The blonde swallowed hard, his shaking becoming far more violent. He was fairly certain this majestic yet deadly creature was unable to see him through the cloak of darkness, but still flinched as the beast began noiselessly sniffed the air. The scent of blood still permeated the air around the boy, and with the silverette's inhuman sense of smell, his black shroud could prove virtually useless.

His eyes closed, and his head dropped in silent prayer. This would most likely be the end of both him as well as the tiny life he had tried so desperately to protect.

Suddenly, the boy's eyes snapped open. Something wasn't right; something had changed in the darkened streets that confused the small blonde. Instead of the sound of another entity in the alleyway beside him, he was met with a deafening silence that rang through the city streets.

The silverette was gone. In his place stood a black portal, which soon vanished as well.

Near complete and utter bliss washed over the boy as he slowly sank to the ground with his back against the cold brick wall. He was safe, for now.

After a moment or so to confirm the silver creature's absence, the boy slowly wormed his way out from the cramped alleyway. Sharp pain almost instantly racked his small frame as he stepped out into the freezing rain, and he fell to his knees clutching his chest. Blood flowed from the wound in torrents, and it was only a matter of time before his vision left him and his strength close behind.

"D-Damn it," he panted weakly, "I-I gotta…ge-get out of here."

He knew that in his condition, there would be no way he'd be able to treat his wounds on his own. So, despite the fact that there was a distinct possibility that anyone he found would most likely kill him rather than save him, he felt he had a better chance of survival leaving than staying here.

With every ounce of strength he possessed, he opened a similar portal through the darkness, just as the silverette had, and pushed himself to his feet. There was no destination in particular. The boy simply wanted to take himself and his unborn child somewhere they wouldn't easily be recognized, giving them a better chance of survival.

Each breath felt as though his lungs were being pierced with dull and rusted knives over and over again. A seemingly permanent grimace was spread across his face. Small whimpers and yelps of pain echoed through the abandoned city as he staggered to the portal. On the last step, he collapsed, but thankfully it was just enough to make it through.

The passageway served to lead the dying boy to a city similar to the one from which he had just escaped. However, this one seemed to hold a sort of soothing warmth to it. It was comforting, and allowed the blonde to slip into a light slumber, engulfing himself in it. At least he wouldn't have to die in that cold, unforgiving hell hole known as The World That Never was.

After a moment, he forced his eyes to reopen showing him a dense array of colored blobs and indestinguishable shapes. His vision had left him, and soon his spirit would follow. He had arrived too late. No one could save him now.

His eyelids fluttered closed, and he concentrated on the surprising heat emminating from the concrete below him. A pale, slander hand found its way to his stomach, and he rested it there, feeling the skin shift beneath his palm and listening to the small yet strong pulse within him.

He had been so proud. For some unfathomable reason, his child had a heartbeat; something he himself had nearly given his life to posses. The blonde could spend hours with his hand on his belly, listening to the rhythm of the beating and feeling the child move inside him. Now, however, that innocent life would soon end, and that precious heartbeat would cease along with it.

Tears streamed from his tightly closed eyes at the horrible thought. "I'm sorry," he whispered almost inaudibly, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He repeated it like a mantra; listening to the sound of his own voice, and allowing it to fill him. It had been so long since he had spoken aloud, the sound was almost foreign to him and he didn't even recognize it as his own.

Almost as if the child could recognize that which its mother could not, it squirmed in response, forcing quiet sobs to escape through the boy's paled lips.

It was too much. After a minute, the streets became quiet once more. His senses were beginning to dull to a point where he was near completely numb. He wasn't even aware of the rushed footsteps sprinting toward him as well as the panic in the voices shouting his name. Just before the little blonde slipped into permanent darkness, he could just barely make out a single word.

Roxas.

Awesome. So that was the first chapter.

I would really LOVE some review letting me know if you like the story, and if you want me to continue. If not, then I'll just have to take this story down and try again.

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