AN: I do not own Silent Hill nor do I own Kingdom Hearts. Konami, Disney, and Square Enix hold all copyrights.

The idea behind this was something that originated with AStyleAllMyOwn, and the outline was co-written with her for a movie we were going to create. I've adapted that and expanded it into this. Multi-chaptered, though I can't tell you how long it's going to be.

Thick fog was rolling all around him, blinding him if he tried to see anything past a foot in any direction. Claustrophobic fingers spider-danced up his spine but he swallowed back the urge to start screaming and swearing and falling and crying. There was something he needed to do here, something he needed to find, and time was running thin.

It was rolling thick and blinding and all around him he could hear things creeping and crawling, scraping against the wood and the asphalt just out of sight and touch. It made the panic turn into a living creature in his throat and he stopped, all his focus now on breathing, in and out, in and out, steady…

"Hello?" In the heavy, dense air his voice barely carried. Whatever sound got through was immediately swallowed up by a sudden cacophony by the skittering beasts and now he did drop now, knees bashing against the broken road as his hands clutched against his ears to block out the blistering noise. It cut through him, searing him of all thoughts, and then just as quickly went silent.

He lowered his hands slowly, lifting his head to gaze around. The fog was clearing and, as he got to his feet, the thought that he could find it struck him with such force it was almost absurd. Whatever he was looking for, there was nothing stopping him now.

Except…

Except he could no longer remember.

"I'm sorry…" She smiled sadly at him, white dress fluttering with stains of red, and he buried his head in his hands before he cried.

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The day was just starting, bright and clear, with traces of sunlight peaking through the edges of the blinds. A teen, stuck in the awkward years between adolescence and adulthood, rolled over in defense, but the blinking red lights of the alarm clock shined brightly in his face. He groaned, giving up, and allowed turquoise-green eyes to slide open and stare at the numbers. "Eight-thirty?" he groused, closing his eyes again and burying his face in his pillow. "'ay too early…"

Something warm and sweet and buttery wafted up into the room, prompting the man to lift his head from the pillow. Silver-blond locks fell to frame his face, clashing terribly with the light color of his skin. It made him appear 'pale', washed out; that he chose to dress in unflattering blacks and yellows did little to add to this perception.

I guess they're already up, he thought, a reluctant smile forcing him out of bed. He yawned, stretched, and ran a hand through the ruffled mess that made up his hair before padding over to the adjoining bathroom. The three rooms in the quaint little bed and breakfast that they were staying in for the week had come with the caveat of only two bathrooms. Naturally, Kairi had snagged one for herself, proclaiming, and rightly so, that as the lone girl she needed a bathroom to herself. It meant they needed to share, but they had practically grown up together, spending sleepless nights up late telling ghost stories while trying to keep the laughter down so their mothers didn't come in and tell them it was past their bedtime. A bathroom wasn't something that was too much to share now.

Cold linoleum bit against his feet for a moment and Riku shivered, rubbing his arms as he flicked the lights on. It buzzed as it cast a yellowed haze over the surprisingly large room. He was fairly certain a person could sleep comfortably in the tub, and another could take up residence on the floor without worrying about bumping into the toilet or the sink during the night. "You figure they would have made two separate rooms instead of one giant one," he mused, grinning at the other door. "Ah, well."

Toothbrush in hand, he reached for the medicine cabinet door when a sudden flash of something caused him to hesitate and pause, hand hovering inches away from the glass grove. The cheery, homey feeling vanished, leaving behind the sensation of being watched. Every creak was a footstep, every odd groan of the house was someone pacing in the next room, just waiting for him…"Oh, Riku, you paranoid idiot." He snorted, yanking the door open with far more force than was necessary, grabbed the half-empty tube of toothpaste, and slammed it shut.

Their eyes meet in the mirror, aquamarine and deep-sea blue. She was shorter, and standing behind him made her even more so, but somehow she still managed to appear eye-level. Blond hair cascading so neatly to curl over her shoulder, against her smooth neck, her skin a healthy, glowing shade that offset the perfect white of her dress. Except… for the splattered red the trailed down her torso, a color that couldn't be anything other than what it was, something that his mind stubbornly refused to acknowledge.

Riku jumped, banging his knee against the sink, and spun about. There was no one there. No one was in the mirror when he glanced back in it, and after a moment of reflection he started to brush his teeth, pushing the dubious doubts he had about the encounter away.

"When is he going to get up?"

"It's barely nine, why are we even up?"

"Because we're idiotic and we don't know the meaning of the word 'relax'?"

"Touché, touché…"

Forgoing his pajama tops and bottoms for a pair of well-worn jeans and an orange t-shirt with the logo 'anti-hero' scrawled on it, Riku bounded down the stairs to be greeted by the strains of conversation coming from his two friends. He grinned, sniffing at the scent of the fresh baked-goods, and pushed open the door that led into the kitchen.

Kairi and Roxas were both sitting at the table, arguing over a stack of pancakes. She was dressed in a light-tan skirt that edged her knees and a dark-blue button up shirt, with white slip-ons lying next to her bare feet. He wore black jeans and a red shirt with white edging, a logo for a local band slapped on the front in fading silk-screen. The sound of his feet padding across the hardwood floor alerted both of them to his presence and they paused in their conversation, Roxas taking the moment to stab at another pancake and Kairi grinning at him.

"Look who finally decided to join us? Major case of bed-head, don't ya think?" Reflexively Riku reached up before making a face at her and she grinned back, gesturing for him to take a seat. "Surprised to see you up so early."

"So am I." A vaguely unsettled feeling crept up through his stomach as brief memories of something wormed through his mind, but Riku smiled, sitting next to the grinning red-head. Roxas arched a brow, content with massacring his plate of syrup and cake. "Where's the, um, Mrs. Townsend? You guys didn't make this on your own, did you?" Pancakes, maybe, but not the bacon and Kairi wasn't the type to go rooting through other people's fridges for food. Roxas, maybe, but he also didn't have the ability the boil an egg.

"She said she had to go run a few errands and that we should leave enough for you, but that's all. Apparently we're the only guests staying here right now." Making a small shrug with one shoulder, Roxas grabbed for the jug of orange juice on the table, pouring himself a glass. "I guess mid-October isn't a popular time for vacationing."

"Just means that there's more for us!" Kairi said, though Riku couldn't quite share in with her glee.

"Yeah, cause normal people are stuck at their jobs right now, working the nine to five, or they're in school," he said, emphasizing the last part. She waved a hand at him, snagging a piece of bacon while she did so.

"We've been over this before, haven't we?" Riku opened his mouth to argue but Kairi shook her head. "We always talked about going on this trip together, and we all talked to all of our professors, took our tests early, we're all passing with flying colors right now. There's no reason not too and it's only for a few days. You're just worrying for the sake of worrying."

"But… I mean, we're gone for… things could happen," he argued, knowing full well her point was valid. Kairi simply rolled her eyes and looked at Roxas, who just shrugged.

"You already paid. You might as well eat the free food," he advised. Riku snorted and Kairi made a face.

"If you leave any left for us to eat, you mean?" she snapped.

"Hey, he's here now. I don't have to save him any anymore; it's his own fault if he doesn't get any."

"I don't… I don't think that's… that's not how it works."

Riku smiled, feeling a sense of relief that the focus of the conversation had momentarily been diverted from him. Snagging one of the empty glasses, he stood up and headed over to the sink. "So since we're here in what is definitely not going to be tourist season, what's there to do? Just sit around in a homey, but insanely creepy, rooms all day long being fat and lazy?"

"You'd have to be able to get some of the food first to be fat…"

"I get the hint Kairi, all right?"

The pressure from the sink was surprisingly strong, catching him off guard, but in a moment Riku had a full cup of water. Turning the faucet off, he turned and leaned back into the corner, taking a sip as he looked over both of them. Kairi finished off her strip of bacon while nodding and reaching for a folded up map on the table. "This place doesn't exactly have a 'tourist season'. More people are here during the summer, but a lot of the local haunts stay open year-round cause even, well, the locals like to visit them. There's a reason this place is the 'Scariest Place on Earth.' I think the old hospital should be one of our first visits."

Roxas rolled his eyes and Riku smiled tiredly as Kairi looked between the two of them, an expression of shock and dismay on her face. "Oh, come on, are you serious? We're in Silent Hill, are you really going to try to pull the 'I don't believe in ghosts' card now?"

A pounding headache was beginning to form behind his eyes and Riku took another drink, this time practically draining the cup, in an effort to ignore it. The bickering between the two was so damn predictable; he didn't even want to be here, why was everyone expecting an answer from him now? "Well, I think," he said slowly, taking a few steps back toward them.

The headache suddenly reared itself head and flashed its teeth and claws, tearing the front of his head with sharp stabbing pains. There wasn't even time for him to cry out when the glass slipped from his hand, shattering by his feet in a puddle of water. Kairi was on her feet in an instant, the slip-ons living up to their name as she rushed over to him. It took Roxas a moment longer; Riku could see the moment of hesitation on the blonde's face before he collapsed to his knees, holding his head in agony.

Do you remember what happened three years ago?

Everything suddenly stopped – the world fell silent as it held its breath, waiting for his response. Riku lifted his head, staring up at the bloodied face of the blond-haired girl, noting that the water on the floor was no longer clear and that he was not bleeding.

"I was sixteen three years ago," he said, staring at her in confusion. She smiled, sad and more than a little frightened.

What happened three years ago?

"Riku, Riku, are you all right?" Kairi was kneeling in the puddle of blood, the edge of her skirt stained pink, and the words to tell her were right on the tip of his tongue, except his mouth was no longer listening to anything his brain was telling it.