My God this is a long chapter. It is by far the longest i've written. You will enjoy this, if not for the world itself, then the part near the end. I focus a little more on Asmuth in this one. I need to develop his character sometime. Anyway, enjoy!

I so don't own Kingdom Hearts. I'll consider buying stock in Square Enix when I'm old enough to buy stocks. Oh. I didn't write The Lord of the Flies either. Just so you know.

"The name's Ralph. This is Simon, and Piggy." A young British boy said confidently.

Simon was a shy looking boy, about the same age as Ralph. He had a pile of berries in his hands and he placed them into a pattern in the sand. Piggy was round. His face was dripping with sweat and his glasses kept sliding off the end of his nose, which he hastily pushed back into place. They were all smiling at the new arrivals.

"So are you here to save us?" Ralph asked. "We've been here for awhile. A few hours if you can believe it."

Roxel looked around. "Uhh…I guess so."

Asmuth hushed him. "We would appreciate food and water. Then we will speak to you about your situation."

Ralph shrugged. "Well, good luck. We just got here. We don't know anything about this island, except it is not England."

Roxel, Soriku, and Asmuth had waded through the shallow water to the beach. They were tired when they got there. The gravity on this world seemed so much heavier than normal. Stitch stayed behind. He didn't like water too much.

Asmuth perused through the various plants that nestled themselves around the borders of the forest. He picked many of the berries and carried them in a makeshift basket made of his shirt, which he had taken off in the blistering heat.

"Here," Asmuth said, placing the large pile of berries on front of his friends. "These should be okay to eat."

"How do you know?" Roxel asked, squeezing a berry in between his fingers. "They look suspicious."

Asmuth popped some berries in his mouth. "I read a field guide once. I recognize some of these berries."

Soriku smiled as she handed some of their food to Ralph, Simon, and Piggy. They accepted them gratefully and inhaled them. "So, how did you end up on this island?"

Ralph munched loudly before he swallowed and frowned. "Our plane crashed. We were on our way to school. All of us." He motioned to the other boys, many of which were crying or sitting silently in the sand.

Asmuth studied them. "Don't you think you should have a Chief or something? Some sort of order?"

Ralph thought about this for only a moment before he jumped to his feet and grabbed a pretty Conch shell. He blew into it. It made a loud, deep reverberating sound, bringing a commanding attention to it.

All the little boys ran to Ralph and sat around him, giving their undivided attention. Most of the youngest boys held each other close. Ralph waited for the noise to die down before he raised his arms.

"These are my friends," Ralph said with authority. "They are here to save us. We shall help them. They say they are looking for something."

The little boys grew excited at the thought of a scavenger hunt. They whispered happily. Ralph blew the Conch again and silence fell once more.

"The tan one…"

"Asmuth."

Ralph nodded. "Asmuth here says that we need to have a Chief. Someone who can keep order until we are saved."

"And whoever said that was going to be you?" came a sneering voice.

Ralph looked at the boy who spoke. He was older than Ralph, and was very mean looking and richly dressed. "Who are you?"

"Jack," the boy said. "Jack Merridew."

Ralph frowned. "Well, Jack Merridew. Do you want to run as Chief too?"

Jack grinned. "Yes, I want to boss these littluns around. I can do it better because I'm older."

"Then we should vote." Ralph said finally. He looked at all the boys. "Who wants Jack to be Chief?"

Only a few of the youngest boys raised their hands. They had fear in their eyes. They had obviously been threatened by Jack and the other biguns. Ralph counted the hands.

"Twelve." Ralph whispered. "Now, who wants me to be Chief?"

The rest of the boys raised their hands and Piggy counted them quickly. "Fifteen. Ralph wins."

Jack snarled. "That's not fair! I'm older, so I should be Chief."

"We voted." Piggy said meekly. "Ralph is Chief."

Jack scowled and motioned for the other older boys to follow him into the jungle. Asmuth watched them closely, making mental notes as opposed to whipping out his journal. Ralph talked to the littleuns, reassuring them that everything was going to be okay. Piggy helped in the comforting of the little boys, and Simon was no where to be found.

Soriku leaned close to Asmuth and quietly asked him a simple question. "What is it that we are looking for?"

Asmuth whispered back, being careful not to let anyone else hear. "Some sort of item that doesn't belong here. A map. A Gummi. Anything. We need to find it and we need to leave."

"Are we going to help them?"

"We can't do anything about their situation." Asmuth said. "We must leave them when we are done here."

Roxel sifted around in the sand. He picked up a stick and jabbed it hard into a small dune. He found nothing.

"Aww well," he said, standing up. "I thought there would be something there."

Asmuth sighed. "We need to blend in. These people are talking about things they expect us to understand. We must act like one of them."

Roxel nodded. "I'm getting a bad feeling about that Jack guy. Do you think he might be a heartless?"

Asmuth looked away. "I don't think so. If he were a heartless, this world would have been lost already."

"Hey! Asmuth!" Ralph called. "Come and sit with us."

Asmuth nodded and sat in the sand with the rest of the boys. He shot Roxel and Soriku a look. It was a look that read of a plan of action. They knew what it meant, but still, the task at hand was a formidable one.

How were they supposed to know what did and did not belong on this island?

"Tell us a story, Asmuth."

Asmuth waited for Roxel and Soriku to flee into the trees before his face softened and his voice fell to an informal slur. "You wanna know a secret?"

"Yes!" the boys cried collectively.

"Okay, but you can't tell anyone." Asmuth said slyly. "Especially that Jack Merridew."

"We promise." They put there little hands on their bare chests, over their hearts. The universal 'I promise' sign.

Asmuth leaned forward, and the boys climbed over each other to hear better. "I…can do magic." And he pulled a gold coin from behind the ear of the youngest boy, who broke out in tiny huffs, amazed at what he had just seen.

Roxel and Soriku traveled through the dense trees clumsily. Neither one had ever been through foliage as thick as this before. They were in search of Jack. They thought that he was up to something, but for Roxel, it was to see if he could possibly be a heartless of some kind.

"I don't see anyone," Soriku said. She was in the lead, and was pushing wide ferns out of her way. "I think we lost him."

Roxel stopped and smacked a bug that had landed on his arm. "We didn't lose him. Listen."

They both fell silent and cocked their ears to the source of a faint whimpering. They followed this sound, brushing past a small shrub. Underneath of it was a small rabbit. It had obviously been attacked by something. It had tiny bruises all over its body, and its hind legs were broken, the bone jutting out harshly.

"Oh my God," Soriku shrieked. "Look at it. Who would do something so terrible to something so small?"

"Hey!"

Roxel turned to Jack's voice. It was clearly sarcastic, and in this case, slightly sadistic. Roxel took a defensive step forward and called into the trees. "Come out here you big coward!"

Jack sidled out of the trees, covered in black paint, a strange symbol burned on his stomach. His eyes were completely black. The only thing in his eye socket was a single white pupil. It was watching them.

"I know your little secret," Jack sneered. "I know you came from another world. I know about your Gummi ship."

Soriku summoned the power of her Keyblade, but did not bring it into full existence yet. She waited to see what Jack was going to do before she would risk proving him right. Two of Jack's cronies slid into view, both also branded with the strange symbol.

Roxel growled threateningly. "So, what are you going to do about it?"

Jack smirked and faded back into the surrounding jungle. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Roxel raced after him, leaving Soriku alone. He gritted his teeth as thorns and other sharpened bramble cut his face and tore his hands. Jack laughed hollowly up ahead. Roxel burst through the trees and skidded to a halt as he saw Jack and his sidekicks wrestling a piglet on the ground. The piglet squealed in agony as Jack proceeded to stab at it with a broken stick.

"Kill the pig!" he cried. "Kill it dead!"

Jack then smashed a rock over the poor creature's head, killing it instantly, and sending waves of blood over the low brush. Soriku just came in from behind when she saw the massacre before her. She flew into a blind rage, and summoned her Keyblade, swinging it furiously, and pinning Jack up against the trunk of a thick tree. He still bore his snide grin, and branded belly.

"How could you?" Soriku cried.

"Kill the pig!" he answered, signaling his two cronies to flee. "Kill it dead."

Soriku cast her weapon back, crying hysterically before she brought it down on Jack's head. Roxel leapt at her and grabbed her arm forcefully, swinging her around and tossing her to the ground. Soriku looked up in alarm. Roxel was taken aback at Soriku's action.

"Soriku," he asked. "What are you doing? We're not supposed to kill him."

Soriku stood and pointed her Keyblade at Jack, who hadn't moved. Whether it was from fear or arrogance, it wasn't clear. "He's a monster. Look at his eyes."

Roxel glanced back at Jack and shuddered at the sight of the white pupils. He wondered briefly if the other boys had noticed their inhabitant's altered appearance. "We still can't kill him. This is his world. He needs to be alive."

Soriku let her weapon fall. It gouged the earth beneath it, but it still kept its beauty. Jack slipped away, taking advantage of their ignorance. "But, he's…"

"We'd do more damage if we killed him." Roxel said. "He must be possessed."

"Fine," Soriku said, dismissing the Keyblade. "But, we should warn Asmuth. It's getting dark.

Asmuth had finished the last of his stories, and was tucking the young boys under palm leaves and semi-thatched roofs. They liked him and they cuddled close to each other to keep the cold and the bad dreams away.

"It's a shame," Asmuth whispered to himself. "They may spend the rest of their lives here."

Asmuth turned as the leaves rustled, and Jack stumbled out, looking confused and scared. The other two boys were not with him. Asmuth noticed this, but he decided he would address that with Roxel and Soriku when they returned. He was worried. It was getting dark soon.

He waited for his comrades. It felt like several hours before the leaves rustled again, and Roxel and Soriku crawled out of the jungle, exhausted. He ran to them.

"Where were you?" he whispered. "It's dark already."

Roxel wheezed and stood, angry at Asmuth's tone. "Well, next time, you can go out there."

Soriku nodded. "We got lost on the way in. And we got lost trying to find Jack."

"Why were you trying to find Jack?" Asmuth asked. "I told you to find something that didn't belong on this island."

Roxel interjected. "Well, that Jack character certainly doesn't belong here. There's something wrong with him."

Asmuth folded his arms. "I just saw him. He looked fine to me, albeit scared shitless. But that's to be expected when you're a young boy stranded on an island."

Soriku protested. "You don't understand. He was a monster. His eyes were black and his pupils were white. He said he knew we were from another world."

Asmuth's eyes widened in horror. "Nobody told him, did they? I thought Stitch hid the gummi ship just fine. How could he know?"

Roxel looked at Soriku accusingly. "Well, we didn't give it away the first time, but when Jack ran we followed him. Soriku was the one who used her Keyblade to almost cleave him in two."

Asmuth rubbed his temples, irritated. "I would think that you would know this. Roxel, I'd forgive you because you are so dense. But, Soriku, you lived on Destiny Islands. How could you meddle?"

"I didn't meddle. He was obviously a monster."

Asmuth stopped her. "Was he a heartless?"

"What?"

"Was he a heartless? One hundred percent heartless?" Asmuth said again.

Soriku looked down at her shoes, digging them into the sand as she tried to avoid Asmuth's eyes. "No…"

"Then you have no excuse." Asmuth said. "How do you know that whatever he is is not supposed to be here? Maybe that's the way it is here."

Roxel jumped to Soriku's defense. "That's not fair. It had a symbol like the heartless, but it was squished up."

Asmuth sighed. "Squished up?"

"Yeah," Roxel took a sharp rock and drew the symbol he had seen branded on Jack. It looked like a curled up animal with the outline thick, and a circle where one eye would have been. Upon closer observation, it looked like a crude drawing of a human fetus. It was terrifying, even though it was just a rough sketch.

Asmuth paused. "That is the strangest thing I've ever seen. That was branded on Jack?"

Roxel nodded. "And he was very sure about what he said. I think he wants to escape from here. He was talking very strange. Almost like something was thinking for him. Because he wasn't like that when we first landed."

Asmuth glanced at the boys. Some of them shivered in the cold. He looked concerned for their safety, not because of their situation. It was almost like he knew something. "I'm going to try and figure out what it is we need to get out of here. I don't like the way Jack is skulking around here. I think he might be turning into a savage. He has to stay Ralph's problem, and not ours. We have been here far too long."

Asmuth waited for an answer from Roxel or Soriku. When none came, he vanished into the black trees. Neither Soriku nor Roxel made any move to stop him. They watched Jack pace around in the sand in the distance. He was acting sporadically, and the simple act of pacing unnerved them to no end.

Something was about to happen.

Asmuth crept through the dark trees. His knees were being scraped by the roots of the jungle. He tried to stay as low to the ground as he possibly could, moving steadily, but quiet as the night itself. He had remembered the older boys talking amongst themselves about a 'beast'.

He thought he had an idea about what this beast would look like, but he had to be sure. For a long time, he was sifting through the various flora, counting the different kinds of leaves and stems for his journal on his way. He soon came to a small clearing. There was a strange shape sitting at the end. It had a bulbous head and a thin body. It wavered ominously.

Asmuth drew up the tiny magic reserve that he had. He figured that if need be, he would empty his reserve to completely and utterly destroy the strange figure that stood at the end of the clearing. Asmuth crept closer to it, keeping an eye around him as well. He just couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. Or studied.

But he hastily ignored that feeling as a putrid smell attacked his nose. And a loud buzzing over took his hearing. He closed his eyes as tiny flies pelted themselves against him, trying to protect the figure, which Asmuth had discovered, was a severed pig's head mounted on a stick.

He jumped back, sickened by the sight. It was evidently Jack's doing, but Asmuth was not thinking about that as tried to get away. The smell was irritating his eyes. He tripped over an upturned root and slammed his head against a tree trunk. He sat up, dizzy and nauseous. He didn't move for a long time.

When his head finally cleared, the mounted pig's head was gone. Asmuth stood up quickly, head still reeling from its injury. He looked around frantically for the pig's head. Perhaps it had fallen, or an animal had taken it, but there was no evidence of either occurrence.

Asmuth turned around, and right in front of him stood the pig's head, using some sort of human pelt to stand. Its eye sockets were empty. Completely devoid of any flesh. It stared at Asmuth, half rotten mouth agape. It was wheezing, but the wheeze was the sound of flies buzzing. Asmuth froze. He had never seen anything so terrifying in his whole life. None of the books he had ever read could have prepared him for what he was seeing.

Without any thought whatsoever, Asmuth kicked the human pelt body, crumpling it instantly, and releasing all the flies. They buzzed around and clouded Asmuth's vision. Asmuth kept his eyes half closed so he could attempt to run from the grisly being. He saw the pig's head fall to the ground, writhing in the dirt, trying to regain some sort of control.

Asmuth fled. But, another being obstructed his path. It was Jack. His skin was red and oozing. His mouth open in a big 'O'. His eyes darted around madly. He shrieked, and the symbol on his stomach burned a bright white. The pig's head slithered quickly behind Asmuth and grabbed him with squirming tentacles.

Asmuth gasped and closed his eyes, drawing upon the last of his magic. "STOPRA!"

Everything froze. Even the flies that incessantly buzzed. Even Jack, who seemed to be strong enough to at least struggle against the spell. Asmuth ripped the slimy tentacles from around his neck and flew through the trees back to the beach. He did not look behind him, for he was far too scared to see if Jack and the pig's head were following him.

He had to escape.

Roxel and Soriku sat together on the beach, sitting close to each other for warmth. They hadn't noticed the youngest boy sneak from under the semi-thatched roof. They hadn't noticed when Jack slipped into the jungle again, or when the stench in the air had changed to one of evil. They were too cold.

Asmuth crashed through the last of the beach-front brush, absolutely livid. He was wheezing heavily. Roxel jumped to his feet and rushed to Asmuth's aid.

"Hey," Roxel sat, helping Asmuth down. "What's wrong?"

Asmuth tried to catch his breath, but every time he opened his mouth to speak, the memory of the pig's head knocked the wind out of him again. All he could muster was a faint, "Jack."

"Jack?" Roxel said. "You mean he was in there?" He stood and headed to the jungle.

Asmuth leapt at him and grabbed his arm. "NO!" He screamed. "It'll get you!"

Roxel tried to pull away, "What will get me?"

Soriku screamed and pointed to the edge of the beach. There, stood Jack, the pig's head sitting upon the body of the youngest boy, who had, obediently, gone to Jack when he had called him. Strangle, mangled gurgling noises came from the pig's mouth. It sounded eerily like human speech, but it was muffled, as if by fluid.

Roxel instantly backed away. Fear gripped him so harshly, he couldn't even think of the words to describe what he was feeling. It was like all the fear he had ever known, embodied itself into this pig-child beast.

That's what it was…a Beast.

Jack smiled, his grin reaching from ear to ear. Teeth unnaturally sharp, and dripping with sadism. He beckoned them forward.

By that time, Soriku's scream had alarmed the other boys, and, upon seeing Jack and the Beast, they fled in all different directions. Asmuth had managed to summon the courage to leap to his feet and usher the boys into the water, away from the terror. Soriku conjured her Keyblade and stood, ready to fight.

The Beast motioned towards Soriku, and Jack raced towards her, drawing back a reddened arm to claw her face. Soriku easily deflected the attack, but his strength was immense. She hadn't been prepared for that, and was sliced down her side. She gushed blood. It spilled through her hands and onto her legs. But, she grasped her Keyblade and hit Jack on his head, crumpling him.

Roxel continued to stare at the rotten flesh of the Beast. It stared back at him, and it opened its maw, releasing a horrid sound. Roxel couldn't even fathom anything anymore. The Beast glided towards him, arms out stretched like a zombie. Roxel fell to his knees, cowering, when a familiar voice spoke to him.

Protect yourself.

Roxel shut the voice away and hugged himself. He was too scared. The Beast gurgled on and almost placed a grimy child's hand on Roxel's shoulder, when the scared adolescent blindly threw his hand out to protect himself. The Beast squealed and flew back, though it still remained on its feet.

Roxel opened his eyes as he felt metal in his hand. The Chakrams had materialized. He stood with a regained confidence and the hurled the Chakrams at the Beast. They erupted into fire, and the Beast's flesh melted off in a flurry of fire, sparks, and flies. The pig head fell off the young boy's body and twitched in the sand.

Roxel caught the Chakrams as they flew back, flames disappearing. He looked at his shiny weapon and grinned. He had finally summoned his power, and he was unstoppable. Finally able to fend for himself against the heartless and the monsters. He was so happy.

The little boy whose body had been possessed by the pig's head squealed and ran to where the other boys stood, huddled in the shallow ocean water. Roxel stood over the pig head remains and spat on them. They finally rest, never to move again. A tiny white worm crawled out of the dead flesh and joined together with a similar white worm that had left Jack's broken body. It formed into the same creature the Roxel had seen in his dream.

Roxel threw a Chakram at the worm, but it had disappeared before it could make contact.

Well done.

Roxel dismissed the Chakrams as a single gummi rolled down a small sand dune. It was glowing. A Navigation gummi. He turned around and waved it at Asmuth, who threw a solemn thumbs-up and settled the boys.

The sun rose in that instant, and Ralph stepped up to Roxel. "Thank you for saving us, friend of Asmuth. We owe you our lives."

Ralph bowed and went to Soriku. He pressed a pasty leaf to her side. The pain subsided, and the wound healed. "I found this plant while I was helping you look for whatever it was you were looking for. Something took me though. It gave me this plant to help you. You are the Key Bearer?"

Soriku nodded.

Ralph stood and announced to his small group of followers. "We shall go to the top of the mountain by the edge of the sea. There, I, Simon and Piggy have built a fire to signal for help. We shall wait there, and let our new friends continue with their business."

The boys cheered and followed Ralph through the newly lit jungle. Asmuth helped Soriku up and grabbed the Navigation gummi from Roxel.

"We need to leave now." Asmuth said, still shaken from the night's encounters.

"But what about the Keyhole?" Soriku asked.

Asmuth looked at her. "What that thing was, was not a heartless. The heart of this world hadn't been taken. There is no need for that."

Soriku frowned, disappointed. They then waded back to the Gummi ship, eager to leave this world and never come back. Asmuth climbed onto the ship. They were greeted happily by Stitch, who had made quite a mess of the cabin.

Asmuth flopped on the bench and lifted his head just enough to say one last thing. "The Lord of the Flies."

"What's that?" Roxel asked, while he too flopped onto the nearest soft surface.

"That's what I'm calling this world." Asmuth explained, energy draining fast. "I heard one of the boys talking about it."

Roxel grunted a response and relaxed. He was too tired to say anything. They were finally leaving. The Lord of the Flies. Their first new world.

I hope you enjoyed this world. For the record, that horrifying monster was NOT a heartless. It was a new species that I created for this fan fic. It is incredibly unoriginal, but I don't care.

:) Have a nice day! Next you get to meet Haji! Yay!