Chapter 2! Yay! Told you it would be fast. And I didn't write it cause I was bored either, I was just really into this chapter since it has more action in it, and some familiar faces.

Just to let you know, Devin doesn't come from Earth, although it's practically the same place, like Destiny Isles. So there's no Disney or final fantasy in his world which is why he doesn't know who anybody is.

Disclaimer: I do not own kingdom hearts or final fantasy. If I did, I would've tried to make a real live heartless and turned into Ansem by accident :(

A sudden ringing awoke Devin to the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. From his position above a large town he could just see the sun setting behind the mountaintops in the distance. Entranced by the sight, Devin found himself moving towards the sunset. Before he could catch himself, the teen was wobbling on the very edge of the building. Looking down he found that he was only 3 stories up and could see a clock built into the face of the tall structure he was currently at risk of falling off of. He also noticed many awnings lining the street below and purposefully aimed for a particularly tall one underneath him as he began to fall from the ledge.

While falling, Devin couldn't help but feel calm inside, as if an inner peace were keeping him alert but under control. He twisted his body around with ease so that he was now in a sitting position and bounced off of the awning he had picked out. Unfortunately, his landing wasn't as graceful as his fall. With a loud crash, Devin landed in a group of barrels and boxes. Slightly dazed, he stood up to find himself in a large plaza that was deserted. "Feels like there's gonna be a big fight here or something" Devin said aloud not even worried about anybody overhearing and thinking him crazy since there wasn't a soul in sight.

Devin was now utterly perplexed. What was he supposed to do? Being all alone in a strange town with no one to ask anything, he felt a little spark of worry in his stomach. He tried to recall the events since he was in his own house. The teen wasn't sure how long he had been unconscious on top of the clock tower and thought the whole predicament was just… strange. The strange door that just appeared, the strange room of light, the strange light that wrapped around him and went to his hip, and now this strange town.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!" Devin yelled in frustration. Not waiting for a response, he then kicked several more boxes in his anger. Then he remembered one of the strange things more clearly. The light that enveloped him went straight to his hips… and then into the guns around his waist. He had completely forgotten that he still had them and carefully drew one of the guns.

Devin gasped when he saw the new weapon in his hand. The originally small, blue and yellow pistol dart gun he had had almost completely transformed into a slightly larger, white, single barreled magnum. His other gun had become almost exactly the same except with a completely black color. When Devin inspected the barrels of the guns he noticed that the same light that had been in the room was now inside these guns.

Raising his hand hesitantly, Devin aimed his white gun at one of the boxes he had spared. Shrinking away slightly from the new weapon in caution, he fired a shot out of the gun.

Devin nearly fell backward from the force of the shot as a loud blasting sound came from the gun. A small ball of light came from the gun moving very fast but slower than a normal gun. When the ball hit the crate it created a small explosion of more light before dissipating and revealing half of the box remaining and splintered on the entire side of the impact.

"OH MY GOD! THAT WAS AWESOME!" Devin yelled, once again, as he jumped up from his now seated position as he was so shocked from the small gun in his hand he couldn't stop his falling. "All right, how about this one" he said as he raised the black gun toward another box still intact. He was then slightly disappointed as he shot the gun feeling very little force and watching a small, black bullet that moved slower than the previous shot. Once the shot reached the box, however, Devin lost all his doubts for the gun as the box was engulfed in what appeared to be a small black hole that left as quickly as it came, taking the box with it.

Devin stood in the plaza dumbstruck. He couldn't believe these guns he had and the predicament he was in. All he knew was that he loved it. The teen felt as though someone, or something, had answered his prayers to leave his old life and find one even more exciting. But now, he was just stuck. What was he supposed to do now?

He then recalled what the voice had told him during his descent into this town. "Find the key, and you shall find the point of your life." What was this key it had told him about? And what could his point in life possibly be? As far as he knew, he was just given a clean slate to do what he wants. But it didn't seem like this was entirely his choice. He was given these guns by that voice and instructed to find the key… so it would seem he has no choice. And with that, Devin walked off to start his journey.

Starting his journey didn't take as long as he thought it would cause once Devin walked to the next district in town, he spotted two people battling. One of them was loosing. Badly.

When Devin snuck closer to the battle, he could finally see one of the fighters clearly. He was tall; at least 6 foot 2, and had brown hair with impressive muscle on his body, obviously a heart breaker. In his hands he held a long sword. It appeared to be steel and strong but when Devin looked at the hilt of the sword he saw what appeared to be a barrel and a trigger. He was then surprised when the man raised the sword and fired a large fireball straight at the other person.

This other fighter, who was another swordsman, barely dodged the flaming ball by rolling out of the way, and moving closer to Devin. Upon inspection, Devin noticed he was wearing a mostly red outfit with ridiculous yellow, clown sized shoes. The gaze of this fighter was intense as Devin saw his blue eyes and spiky hair which was almost as ridiculous as his shoes. This boy couldn't possibly be older than him yet what he saw next shocked him beyond belief.

In the hand of this fighter was a sword and as it was raised to block an incoming fireball, Devin viewed the weapon completely. The sword had a yellow hand guard with a key chain of what appeared to be a mouse at the end. Past the guard was a long steel shaft with what appeared to be the head of a key at the end.

"Why would the Keyblade choose a kid like you?" Devin heard the taller man say to the kid.

"Key…blade?" Devin whispered to himself as he thought back to the mysterious voice. "Find the one you must help, for he holds the key to your world and all worlds." 'The key! That must be it!' Devin thought. 'That means I have to help this guy.'

As Devin's attention went back to the fight he saw that the boy was now sitting back with the older man towering over him. It appeared the kid was going to pass out from exhaustion and the man was preoccupied with the sword in his hand. Devin seized this opportunity and jumped out from his cover behind multiple boxes drawing his white gun at the same time.

"Hey, leave him alone!" Devin called to the man while raising his gun at him, hoping to intimidate him before they could actually start fighting. As the man turned toward the teen, Devin was happy to see a look of astonishment on the man's face as he glanced at the gun now pointed toward him. This pleasure soon left the teen and was replaced by a sense of dread as the man changed his expression from surprise to that of rage as a small, menacing smile crept onto his face.

"Where did you get that gun, kid." The man asked calmly as he took a step toward Devin.

It was Devin's turn to be astonished as he took a step backward from this man who was now practically leaking with hate. "That-that's none of your business!" Devin stuttered as he realized the situation he was in. 'Oh crap, I better do something, quick.' Devin thought as he felt himself backed against a brick wall and mentally cornered as well. So what happens when an animal is cornered?

It fights.

Without giving it any thought, Devin pulled the trigger on his white savior as he felt a calm and clarity swarm through him at the shots he released. The man was almost caught off guard as the white blasts came towards him. But he knew what this gun could do and he was ready for the blasts as he raised his sword to block them. What he wasn't ready for was the force that the kid was able to put behind them and as he was hit by three shots in succession, he lost his footing and was blown back past the now unconscious key-bearer.

Devin seized the opportunity of a now downed opponent and drew his black menace. He fired a single shot at the man hoping to end it thinking the bullet would pull him into its darkness. Once he fired the weapon, he felt strength rush through him and watched as the bullet flew toward the man in almost a perfect shot to his chest. The man witnessed the shot and, knowing the outcome of being hit by this bullet, barely bent to allow the small shot to scream past. The man stood, now thoroughly exhausted from his two battles. If he didn't end it soon he would surly lose, yet he couldn't figure out how to beat these two guns.

The man then felt a crippling pain in his foot as he looked down. He had twisted his ankle from the original blows of the white gun and knew he couldn't even get close to the boy now. Devin raised both his guns, knowing that it was over for the man. The older warrior waited for the shots to come, raising his sword in a hopeless defense against the powerful barrage soon to be upon him. As the man closed his eyes, waiting for his death, he heard a voice. "It's over. Just let me leave with the boy and you can live" said Devin. Now the man was mad, believing this teen had come to take the Keyblade wielder knowing his power, but knew he was helpless to stop him so he only fell to his hands and knees, unable to speak from the pain in his ankle.

Devin was sure he had won the battle and began moving to the boy on the ground to make sure he was okay. As he was almost next to the unconscious fighter, he felt a pain in the back of his head and the world went black around him as his final thought before succumbing to the darkness was, 'oh crap'.

Behind him stood a girl who was about the same height as the teen she had just knocked out. She wore green clothes mostly in the appearance of a ninja. She then walked over to the man who was now sitting, nursing his ankle and said, "Oh my Leon, beaten by a mere child. You sure are slipping, aren't you?"

"Don't give me that Yuffie" the man now identified as Leon said. "You saw the guns he had. And the boy with the Keyblade… I never thought it would choose a child!" Leon slammed his fist on the ground in anger which only caused more pain to him as he attempted to grip his hand and his ankle, only to fall backward in the act.

As Yuffie laughed at the unintended slapstick her friend had just performed, she started moving to the unconscious kids. "Well, we better get these kids back to the apartment before somebody else decides to intervene. Or before you hurt yourself again" Yuffie stated with a loud chuckle in an attempt to anger Leon further. Of course, the ninja was successful but Leon was able to control his anger before they began carrying the two kids back to the apartment with trouble only from Leon's ankle.

See, I told you it would pick up a bit. Feel free to review since I'll take your opinions into account and possibly change some stuff in the next chapters. Please, no hatin on the OC since it pretty much revolves around him. But it's still kingdom hearts. Can't change that.

Also, there's plenty more action coming up and I'm pretty free for the next week so expect more updates fairly soon!

-Plimp