HELLO MY FRIENDS!

Welcome, to those who've never been here. To those coming back, hey! How ya doin? For n00bs, let me introduce myself. I am Sulhadahne.

You may now bask in my glory.

Basking is over.

Anyway, I am here to say a little something, something to my pallies!

This story as you can already tell has got a hell of a lot of crossovers. Do not let it faze you. I will handle them to the best of my ability, and hey, if you don't have a clue what it is, it probably doesn't matter so much to the plot anyway. Just treat the crossover characters as you would an OC character; no that does not mean you hate the Mary Sue blood suckers. It means you let them be revealed to you as the story goes along.

Okay, little info about Sulhadahne; I've started a kinda blog about my stories at a website called Imeem.

That is double u double u double u dot I – m – e – e – m dot com.

Also, I have a new video up over at you tube, all about Rinoa and Squall. The song Wait for You fits what happened in the fic, so it's kinda a SquallRinoa fic inspired romantic story. Te he.

For some reason, I don't feel as if I'm handling this story well so far. But I've gotten some okay reviews. Am I doing it wrong? I hope not!

Alas, I shall do my best.

(Okay, all readers, go to youtube like right now, and search for KeyofRa! KeyofRa made a video about One More Vacation.

Remember when Marluxia sang Poor Unfortunate Souls? Yeah. That's what her vid is. I love it! Go check it out!

As he dodged trees and raced through the woods, Demyx gasped for breath. As the mansion came into view, he gave a sigh of relief. Though his enemy was fast on his heels, once inside the mansion, Demyx would be safe.

Whooping quietly, the boy glanced over his shoulder as he raced into the courtyard. Gulping, he noticed the intense fire in the man's angry eyes.

"Demyx!"

Looking ahead, Demyx grinned at the sight of Namine holding the door for him. He sprinted through and they shut the door tight behind him. Nervously, Demyx backed away from the door, pulling Namine away by the shoulder.

All was silent for a moment. Then the door was rammed against, and the resonating sound shook the room. The man pounded against the door again, and Demyx walked up to stand ahead of Namine.

With a horrendous blast, the doors to the mansion were blasted open, shards of wood flying everywhere. Cringing, Demyx covered his eyes, and when he looked back, the tall man had walked through the door silently.

"Run, Namine" Demyx whispered.

The enemy grinned, his hand reaching towards his sword. Before he could draw it, Demyx heard a click. Confused, he turned.

Over his shoulder stood a close friend, with long black – gray hair, and a feral grin. Braig "Xigbar" the Freeshooter had drawn one of his guns, had it aimed at the intruder's head.

Just as he appeared, so did more. Sliding down the banister of the stairs, Xaldin leapt down next to Xigbar, two of his spears in hand. On the balcony above, Lenean "Larxene" Nymph stood next to Marluxia, sharpening a knife in her hand. Marluxia was simply leering down at the intruder.

From the ceiling dropped another, one short boy named Sora "Roxas" Destin, and then his greatest friend, Lea came from the door. Axel dropped down from the top of the door frame, his legs wrapped around them, as he pointed a chakram at his enemies head.

"Freeze, porcupine!" Axel accused, swinging upside down on the door frame.

"You" Xigbar taunted, stepping ahead of everyone. It was clear he was the ringleader of the group that had leapt in to save Demyx. It was odd how alike he and the intruder looked.

"You. Almost as sexy as I am. Don't kill my shrimp"

"Your shrimp?" The intruder's voice was deep and rumbling, with a chuckle as he looked over at Demyx.

"I'm not your shrimp!" Demyx pouted, stomping his foot.

"What if I do?" The man's grin grew cat like as he drew his sword anyway; Xaldin grimaced, disapproving as he thrust two spears at the man's throat, and they floated just ahead of him as a warning.

"It's not a matter of if you do. It's if you try. Cause you won't. You'd have to get through me" Xigbar chuckled proudly. "That's not possible, friend."

"Really?" Batting the spears away as if they were nothing, the large man stepped up towards Xigbar. Though he was a foot taller than Xiggy, the Freeshooter didn't back down. "Maybe I'll try my luck"

"Give it your best shot" In an instant, Xigbar's purple weapons were aimed at two delicate areas on the man's body; his face, and his … the authoress digresses.

A cruel smirk came over the intruders features.

"Kenpachi Zaraki"

Everyone turned to the back. Up in the back corner were Larxene and Marluxia stood, Marluxia had leaned over the balcony and begun to speak. "You – you're from Seireitei, Kenpachi Zaraki known as the Captain of the Eleventh Division."

"Division of what?" Demyx muttered, backing away. "Scary clones of Xiggy?"

Zaraki growled, giving Demyx a glare. The boy leapt behind Namine which was a strange feat as they were very different in height.

"So, man almost as sexy as me; with the weird white things… and coffee…" Xigbar's raised gun arm slowly fell as he kind of stared dumbfounded at all the mess on Kenpachi.

"I'll kill that kid" Kenpachi growled as he flung the cake off him, hitting Xiggy right on the uncovered eye. Sighing, he swiped it off and rolled his eyes – err, eye.

"Look, I can tell the kid probably screwed you over, but around here, we have a rule – don't kill the animals." Xigbar explained with a shrug, simply letting his guns fade away. He was obviously done with the ordeal. Demyx looked up in thought, and then frowned deeply at Xigbar, finally understanding the jab at his pride.

"I want to kill it" Zaraki scowled, waving his sword at Demyx. Everyone was looking at him.

"You can't kill it." Xigbar stated. All eyes flew to him.

"You can't stop me"

"Yes, I can. It's mine, you can't kill it."

"Yes, I can"

Everyone's eyes were flying back and forth between the two, and Demyx was sadly wondered why he'd become an it.

"Fine!" Xigbar growled. "How bout this? You and me. Tomorrow morning, nine sharp, the fields outside the city. Win, you can kill the kid. But if I win…"

Zaraki seemed a bit curious as to what Xigbar was about to say, and yet, the twinkle in the man's eyes told all the organization members that he was up to something. Glancing about the room, Xigbar chuckled and smirked up at Kenpachi. "If I win, you train the kid."

"What?!" Demyx complained. "One hour of training with him, and he'll kill me!"

"Shut up shrimp"

"Shut up shrimp" Both men silenced him at once.

"So, I get two fights and if I by chance I lose… I train the kid" A deep laugh came from Kenpachi's throat; it was all almost a game to him. "Interesting. You're strange. Fine. Tomorrow, at nine. Bring a witness. I won't return your dead body.

Smirking around at all the jumpy, scowling members of the organization that were present, Kenpachi Zaraki turned and sauntered out. The air almost became softer, easier to breathe with his leaving. Xigbar was the only one who did not give a sigh of relief. His tattered cape fluttered in the wind as the light streamed over him, Kenpachi ran out into the woods.

As he ran out, Demyx watched him go with a pale face. Slowly, he turned to look at Xigbar. The older man gave him a trademark grin and a thumbs up.

"I'm gonna die" The boy moaned, letting his head drop.

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There were three. The story is a tale older than time, heroes, and villains fighting for a change. But these three are no legend, but a true story – and this story is not over.

As the television showed the tail end of the special high above the crowd, few stopped to listen. Most had already heard of the legendary three who'd helped save the universe, and brought light back from the darkness. Whispers of them living in Twilight Town had traveled through every back alley and street corner around. Standing at one such street corner was a young man with a newspaper covering his face.

As he lowered the paper, blue eyes darted above the gray color and around the crowd. Setting the paper aside, he pulled a blue hood over his head and began walking out into the crowd.

Grinning up at the bright summer sun, the boy laughed and jogged through the crowd, dodging all sorts of people. His blue eyes did not cease to dance from face to face, taking it all in.

"Riku!" Waving the boy jogged down the stairs to the silver hair teen who was standing behind a plant. As he moved around the large bush, Sora glanced around and then leaned towards Riku. "Why are we hiding behind the bush?" He whispered.

"You don't have to whisper" Riku told him, shaking his head. "I'm just trying not to be recognized." Sora grinned and stuck out his tongue at his much taller friend.

They both seemed just the same as they had been what for their clothes having changed – Sora still wore a small blue jacket with black pants, but the pants were shorter, with belts on each side. His old torn shoes were the same. Riku wore the jacket of a worker in Twilight Town, which was a cream color.

"Where's Kairi?" Sora asked as they stepped out and began walking down the path, avoiding eye contact with others.

"She's gone with Tifa and Yuffie for lunch. We're supposed to meet them"

Pulling on his friend's hand, Riku led the two of them down the path. Sora grinned.

"How's your girlfriend, hey, Riku?"

The boy stopped suddenly, and Sora ran smack into the boy's rigid back. Rubbing his nose, Sora tried to peer over Riku's shoulder to see the boy's look.

"She … is not… my girlfriend"

"Riku a une amie! Riku a une amie!" Sora grinned, poking fun at his red faced friend. Sneering, and blushing, Riku grimaced at his friend. (Riku has a girlfriend! Riku has a girlfriend!)

"Sora!"

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Xigbar stepped up to the office door.

After having ordered his young friends to clean up the mess in the front hall, and after having smashed Demyx's face through the nearest wall, and then having ordered the young friends to once more clean something up, and then having dodged a couple of knives Larxene had thrown at his head, Xigbar then made a break for it upstairs.

So now he stood outside the ivory doors that led to the quietest room and least traveled room in the office. Not even bothering to knock, Xigbar stepped inside.

"Hey, boss man!"

Xemnas looked up over the glasses on his nose to his subordinate. With a sigh, he sat up and set his papers down, realizing rather quickly he was not likely to get any work done anytime soon.

"So, what was that ruckus from downstairs?" Xemnas began, leaning back in his chair.

"Oh, the usual, maniac wants to kill us, I had to beat some sense into 'em; err, at least, I will tomorrow. We're havin a duel. Wanna be my supporter – person – thingy?"

"Not particularly" Xemnas stood and shook his head. "I'm so tired I could sleep for a week. The summit has me making all sorts of reports on us, the heartless, everything."

"Well, then, screw it." Xigbar grinned.

Xemnas stared dumbly.

"If you're tired, screw it" Xigbar walked around the desk to his friend. "Come on, let's go out, and have a drink, like old times! Yuffie wants us all over at the pub tonight anyway, we'll be there early."

"You mean, get drunker, quicker" Xemnas drooled.

"If that's how you see it" Xigbar gave his friend an innocent grin and a thumbs up. With a roll of his eyes, Xemnas chuckled and shook his head.

"No, I have work to do"

Xigbar, with his arms behind his back, looked at the desk. With quick accuracy, Xigbar snatched up the entire bottle of pens and suddenly tossed them out the window. Xemnas blinked his mouth agape as he watched thirty or so writing utensils embed themselves in Marluxia's garden.

"Well, it looks like you're outta pens" Xigbar smiled, waving to the desk. Twitching, Xemnas walked over and picked up the pen he'd been writing with a moment ago. Xigbar's smile fell. "Oh"

Shaking his head, Xemnas set back to writing.

"Hey, Xemnas?" Xigbar began.

"Yes"

"What the hell was that!?"

Xemnas turned to the window, surprised by Xigbar's sudden outburst, and at that moment, Xigbar brushed his arms along the desk and every single paper and document was swept into the opposite window, and right out of the house.

"Wow that sucks. We really need to close these windows more often"

Twitching, Xemnas turned to his subordinate very slowly, a vein twitching on his head. The pen in his hand cracked in half.

"Wow, Mansex" Xigbar clicked his tongue. "Looks like you need a drink"

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Lightly and gently her fingers danced about the ivory keys, releasing from them a sweet melody that was catchy, and memorable. Her head bobbed in time with the beat and her eyes were closed as she played by memory.

Armand sat at the window, watching the people walk by below.

"Ainsi qu'avez-vous pensé à Sora et à ses amis?" Armand turned to his friend, his expression curious. (So what did you think of Sora and his friends?)

Her song slowly drifted off, and Aimé's hands were raised elegantly from the keys. She sat them in her lap and opened her eyes, looking up to the ceiling.

"Un tel enfant de Sora!" Aimé giggled, shaking her head. Mais… Je pense que je l'aime pour lui. Il veut vraiment que chacun soit heureux. Je pense que ses amis le suivraient à n'importe quelle extrémité, et c'est digne de confiance, à moi."

(Sora's such a child! … And yet... I think I like him for it. He truly wants everyone to be happy. I think his friends would follow him to any end, and that is trustworthy, to me.)

"Hm" Armand smiled, seemingly happy with Aimé's response. His eyes went back to the window.

"Il est fort" Armand smirked. "Lequel de son ami, Riku? Est-ce que je serais confondu pour dire que vos yeux se sont attardés sur lui un peu plus longtemps que les autres?"

(He's strong. … What of his friend, Riku? Would I be mistaken to say that your eyes lingered on him a bit longer than the others?)

Suddenly, the girl sat up straighter, and her frowning face gained a rosier color. Armand laughed at the poor girl taken off guard, and she grimaced and turned away. "You – you – you would be mistaken!"

"Oh, I see!" Still letting his laughter die, Armand shook his head. "Bien, je ne crois pas que je suis si je dis les yeux de Riku restés sur toi." (Well, I do not believe I am if I say Riku's eyes stayed on you.)

The girl gasped suddenly, the rose color on her cheeks becoming more profound. Chuckling, Armand stood and walked by, tapping the piano as he did.

"Practice" He told her. "Can't have you falling behind" Armand began to walk out the door as the shy girl nodded and set her fingers on the keys again.

"Armand" She called as she slowly began to play. "Merci, avec bonté." (Thank you, kindly.

Smiling, Armand walked out the door. "Puits de jeu!" (Play well!) With that, he was gone.

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"So, tonight, about what, six?"

"Six? Sure! Start early, get drunker quicker!" Yuffie laughed, shaking her head. Tifa chuckled and placed a hand on her friend's shoulder.

"Not everyone can drink yet, right Kairi?"

The red head had been staring intently at the coffee mug in her hands, watching the brown liquid swirl back and forth. The hustle and bustle and noise around her had been far in the back of her mind.

"Kairi?" The girl blinked.

"Oh!" Setting her mug down, Kairi sat tall and nodding, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Sorry, I was – distracted."

Yuffie and Tifa shared a look. "You've been distracted a lot lately."

"No, really! I'm just tired! I've been filing books all day, working at the library." Kairi was doing her best to change the subject, Tifa could tell. She wasn't sure if Yuffie could, what with how ADHD the girl could be sometimes.

"Oh, how is the job going?" Of course she couldn't tell. Tifa sighed inwardly, and let the conversation drift.

"Just fine. I've learned a lot, reading when I'm supposed to be working." Kairi giggled, shaking her head. "All the worlds here – they have such complex histories, its beautiful."

"I'm sure it is" Tifa smiled, sipping her iced latte.

"Speaking of complex, you won't believe what Demyx got himself into!" Yuffie laughed and shook her head. Both girls looked over to their short friend who, despite laughing, looked a little concerned. "He and I were supposed to meet at the coffee shop this morning, but Demyx accidentally poured a bunch of coffee and sweets on this guy in line."

"That's just like him!" Kairi giggled into her palm.

"I've seen Cid do worse" Tifa commented with a sly smirk. She and Yuffie shared a look and a private laugh, but Yuffie continued.

"Anyway, -"

"Wait, what did Cid do?" Kairi interrupted with a curious face. Tifa was glad to see it; Kairi had been sort of down lately.

"Ask Cid tonight at the bar, he's promised to be there." Yuffie told her, and tried to begin her story again.

"He said he might bring his wife" Tifa spoke. Yuffie sighed and glanced at her friend. "Oh, you can continue."

"His wife?" Kairi gasped. Both Tifa and Yuffie looked at Kairi. "Okay, okay…"

"Anyway…" Yuffie leaned onto the table, her hands moving as she spoke. She paused a moment, as if waiting for her friends to interrupt her. The girls giggled, and she continued.

"So, this guy chased Demyx all around town, pissed off as hell, and eventually Demyx high tailed it to the mansion. Xigbar and the others saved his ass, and then Xiggy proposed fighting for Demyx's life – tomorrow, he's gonna face this big baddy down, and whoever wins decides Demyx's fate."

"Wow" Tifa grinned.

"Funny thing is, I met some of that tough guy's friends." Yuffie grinned. "They're as crazy as we are. Imagine me, Marluxia, and Xaldin all being friends with somebody as violent as Saix."

The three girls shared a bewildered look.

"WOW!"

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Yuna watched as the conversations continued, and the summit continued, and everyone seemed to be coming to a conclusion of peace. The summit had gone well the past few days, some worlds having already signed peace treaties with other worlds.

Now, most of the propositions being shown to the summit were about how to handle damage control, how to build a universal way of travel, how to manage a new, universal civilization. Yuna liked those proposals.

She did not like this one.

"My friends!" Yuna saw Rikku sneer in the corner of her eyes. Both of them knew that Hojo did not have friends.

The slimy, old scientist type was waving his hands about in the air, glasses cracked, a wide grin on his face.

"What I present to you… is top secret. Something not even the leaders of my world know"

"Yeah, cause if they did, they'd stop you" Rikku muttered.

"My … scientists" Yuna saw he'd stopped himself from saying underlings. "and I have been researching the past, and the way the worlds once were."

"As we all know, thousands and thousands of years ago, the worlds were all connected, and light shined bright on all. Until the jealously of human rage tore the light apart, the universe was unparalleled in its beauty and power."

"I wish for us all to attain that level of power and stature once again. Behold, the high point of my studies – the focal point of old society."

"The doors were all created to be balanced. But on what were they balanced, I wondered? I now have concluded that the four doors of Light, Darkness, Midnight, and Sunrise were to the north, east, west, and south of the universal center, and at that center was once the heart of the universe – Kingdom Hearts"

"Until recently, Kingdom Hearts was present on a world called The World That Never Was; that world is no more, so now, where is the great… Kingdom Hearts?"

"Until Kingdom Hearts is present at the center of the universe again, we cannot have true peace, or true equality and light for all"

Scowling, deep down, Yuna knew this was all to butter up the crowd; Hojo never cared about things like peace and equality.

"You may ask, what is the center of the universe? And how would we attempt to find Kingdom Hearts, and return it to its throne?"

Hojo stepped past the other men on his platform, to a computer at the side. Pushing a few buttons, he stepped back and threw his arm out in the direction of a huge television screen above everyone.

"Behold, the Heart of the Universe –"

The screen, at first, was snowy, and static, but after a few seconds, it began to clear. First, all that was shown were dark clouds, and lightning could be heard in the distance. Yuna squinted to see through the dark, as the camera was lowered through into a rainy land.

It was lonely and desolate, an enormous castle floating in the middle of the sky. Rain saturated it, and fallen pillars and destroyed homes covered it. It resembled the destruction of Zanarkand, or of Hollow Bastion.

Yet, it was much sadder; so much more melancholy, almost as if Edgar Allan Poe had sat upon the castle's throne to weep and write his lines.

The voices of the camera men gasping in surprise and laughing happily could be heard. Then, they were silenced as a stroke of lightning flashed across the sky.

Hojo seemed even more proud, and arrogant. Yuna hated him. "My friends, I give you – "

"The Fallen Kingdom!"