Kingdom Hearts – Treasure Planet crossover

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or Treasure Planet. Square Enix and Disney owns them respectively. The idea of this fanfiction is mine though.

World: Montressor Spaceport, Level: 53

Chapter 1

After clearing off another world's portal with the Gummi Ship, Donald, Goofy and I were exhausted, as usual. Travelling between worlds is just that difficult as a keybearer. Oh well, at least it's a new world with a new adventure waiting for us.

We ended up in a world called Montressor, but in order to get there we landed our Gummi Ship at its spaceport, which is miles off the actual planet. But somehow somewhere we should be able to get there. My gang took a good look around the area. It was a lively crowd, full of different hybrids of animals and humans. Out of the corner of my eye I could actually see some people getting drunk, and there are some shops scattered all over the port, some run by Moogles, which is pretty convenient if you need to synthesize a few useful items on my way to find the keyhole to prevent darkness from taking over this world. I could also see two people fixing the lights for a building ahead.

"Excuse me?" I approached them with enthusiasm. "Can you tell us how do we get to Montressor?"

"Walk straight and turn right on the second lane to the cab station, you can't miss it." One of them said. The other quickly retorted, "Unless your eyes are too small for that big head of yours." They both laughed.

Donald, upon acting in impulse "Why you-" but Goofy and I clamped his mouth before any commotion could happen. I gave a sarcastic "thanks" and proceeded to find my way.

On our way to the main planet, Goofy wondered "Gosh, I wonder where could the heartless be?"

"Good question, but after what happened at Port Royal, my best bet that it has to be pirates!" I replied after deducing with reason, judging from the world's environment.

"And how can you be so sure that there are pirates?" Donald shut an eye and gave me that suspicious-don't-jump-into-conclusions glare.

Our old driver, who was stout, with a single short horn protruding from the forehead, and carried a casual vibe, couldn't help but to overhear our conversation and thus added "Aye, there are pirates here you little quacker. There's that ol' Flint and his ol' planet – the so called Treasure Planet of his, that contains the loot from all of his raids." He then turned his shoulder around and scanned me from top to bottom. "You look like one of those that would travel further than the galaxy. Have you come to stop the dark creatures lurking there?"

I gulped "Yes, sir. But…how do you know?"

"Aye, there's some things about strangers that I do know from all the years I've been through, you even carry that vibe from another kid who looks almost like you" I then noticed that he had a third eye right below his horn, and found it creepy while I sank deeper into the seat.

Upon reaching Montressor, we stopped by at Benbow Inn, more tired than before. The owner, Mrs. Hawkins, led us to a room upstairs where we could take a rest for the night. I've managed a good night's sleep, all the way until the afternoon when we had our lunch.

I kept on pondering what the three-eyed driver mentioned. "Treasure Planet" I silently muttered while taking a sip from a cup of purp juice.

"It's just a legend you know." Mrs. Hawkins spoke, whilst sorting out the dirty dishes to be cleaned up later. "My young boy used to love stories like that. He's about the same age as you." She then swiftly dusted her apron covering her long pink dress.

"Mrs. Hawkins!" cried a distressed one-eyed lady, pointing her tentacle at her empty cup.

"I know, a refill on the purp juice. Coming right up Mrs. Dunwoody." said Mrs. Hawkins as she picked up a tray to be served to a family of what looked like toads.

"Gosh, Sora, isn't Mrs. Hawkins just the nicest woman…" wondered Goofy, giggling like a goof after a while. "She's so hosbitaple, I mean, hospitable."

I snorted at how he tripped the word "hospitable" while Donald just sighed. "How are we gonna start looking for clues to stop Organization XIII? If this Treasure Planet is just a legend, then it means anyone here could be contributing to the organization."

"But what if the legend-" I got cut off as soon as the doors flipped open, revealing a ruffled-up teenage boy being handled by two robotic cops. "Mrs. Hawkins?" One of them spoke in their monotonous voice.

Mrs. Hawkins, who dropped her plates in shock, shouted "Jim!" My gang helplessly watched the drama unfurl at the front door with the other guests.

"Ooh, wrong turn." A customer commented as he placed his fingers onto his temples.

"Okay, thanks for the lift guys." Jim tried to make it sound like nothing bad happened. However, the robots stopped him, saying "Not so fast," as they jerked him back. They then proceeded to talk about how he violated the laws by flying into a restricted area. I found it comical when one of them couldn't remember the paragraph for whatever law that states it, and Jim finished their sentence for them. I didn't think robots could still have their flaws.

The same customer then approached the cops, clearing his throat, then said, "Officers, if I might uh, interject here, I am the noted astrophysicist Dr. Delbert Doppler. Perhaps you've heard of me, no? I have a clipping-"

"Are you the boy's father?" they asked in unison. There was a mumble before Dr. Doppler replied "Good heavens, no." and Mrs. Hawkins added, "He's an old friend of the family."

"Then BACK OFF, SIR!" The robots said sternly as they towered over the skinny canine guest, now having his arms over his face. Mrs. Hawkins then came over to comfort him, "Thank you, Delbert. I'll take it from here."

"Well, Sarah, if you insist." He cleared his throat again "Don't ever let me do that again."

The robots continue to explain the situation as Donald, Goofy and I watched like spectators for a sitcom, ok, scratch the comedy part of the word. Mrs. Hawkins then pulled her son over and promised it won't happen again as her stern glare met Jim's eyes. After the cops left (in which before that they said "Take care now" in a surprisingly gleeful tone) we proceeded to eat our meal, but feeling a bit uneasy about this Jim fellow.

While figuring out how to start off our search for clues on what the organization plans to do to this world, I realized that most of the guests have already left, only that Dr. Doppler and Mrs. Hawkins, who was cleaning up the table. I couldn't help but to overhear their troubled conversation about taking care of Jim and running the Inn at the same time. I then decided to take a walk outside of the Inn.

The sky was grey, and then I noticed that a few drops of water began hitting my body. As I looked up, I also saw a flying vehicle, with smoke trailing off its side heading towards a jetty near the Inn. The vehicle seemed badly damaged, so it landed with a loud thud at the jetty. With curiosity, I walked slowly towards the ship that has crash-landed. But Jim, running from behind, elbowed me out of the way "Hey, Mister!" I proceeded to follow him from behind from instincts.

"Mister you're okay in there, right?" Jim asked as he pounded a fist into the window of the ship.

A clawed, grey and green hand hit the window with a groan. The window then opened abruptly as the turtle-like being stumbled out of the ship, coughing wildly whilst holding onto a wooden box.

"Sora!" Donald and Goofy cried from behind, I turned my head backwards to notice them running into the scene.

"He's a-coming" the turtle creature began as he grabbed Jim's black shirt, forcing him forward. As he continued saying "Can you hear him? Those gears and gyros clickin' and whirlin' like the devil himself!" his neck extended forward intimidatingly toward Jim's face. His head then shot back as he continued to cough even harder than before. I scratched my head in confusion while Jim said uneasily "You must've hit your head pretty hard, didn't you?"

"He's after me chest," he continued as he grabbed his chest towards him. "That fiendish cyborg and his band of cutthroats." He picked up his chest, straining helplessly as he plopped it to his hunching back, "But they'll have to pry it from ol' Billy Bones' cold, dead fingers before I-" before he could continue his sentence he stumbled over as he coughed helplessly. Jim and I looked at each other dependently but we eventually offered a hand to the poor, injured man. I called over to Donald to give him a potion to heal his wounds. Apparently, I don't think its working too well as we continue to struggle back into the inn. The storming rain was going against our favor and Jim muttered "Mom's gonna love this."

Author's Note: Hi all, if you think that this story sounds familiar, it's because I've posted this in my deviantArt account, LingLiJing. Don't panic, amalimrock and LingLiJing are the same people :D I'm still struggling with 's way of uploading things so bear with me ok? In the meantime, please review!