Disclaimers: Danny Phantom, Skulker, Vlad © Butch Hartman
Sora, Axel, Riku, Kairi, Hayner, Pence, Olette, Cid, Leon, Aerith, Yuffie, 'Possesser' Heartless, Darkside, Nobodies © Kingdom Hearts © Sq/Enix
Vonnix, Nexidal © My sister, Gremblin. She will burn you alive if you steal him/them. And I'm not kidding, either. Seriously.
Myxra © Twilight101
Kirex © Syuveil
Xyrzeh © Shining Zepher
Xalara, Mendirax, Naxan, Erradexn, Stanzix, Harintex, 'Camview' Nobody © Myself.
Toad (Daxot) © X-men/X-Men Evolution © Marvel
Edward Elric, Envy © Fullmetal Alchemist © Sq/Enix(?)
Balthier, Vaan, Fran, 'Magicite' © Final Fantasy XII/ FF-XII: Revenant Wings (Magicite: Various Final fantasies) © Sq/Enix
Rodney Mckay, Atlantis, Wraith, Weir, Radek, Puddlejumpers © Stargate (SG1, SGA) © MGM
Chiro © Super Robot Monkey Team... © ?
Atlantica (and all related) © The Little Mermaid © Disney (feels stupid)
Rayquaza © Pokemon © ? (Can't remember at the moment)
Volvagia © LOZ:OOT © ?
Authors notes: Chapter bloody twenty!
TWENTY! It's a new personal record! Never, in all my life did I once think I'd follow a story long enough to reach the twenty chapter mark. Nor did I think the chapters I'd write would be as long as they are. They're actually longer than most of my previous stories because I recently received a wide/flat screen PC monitor, and the width of my screen reflects the length of my chapters. A regular monitor would shorten the chapter length considerably.
Anywhoo, on to chapter 20!
Also, I apollogise for the delay. Inspiration has been hard to find as of late.
(I was listening to some Spice Girls while writing the second half of the fight scene. So sue me.)
"Crap, crap and crap again!" I yelled out, sheilding myself as the large, heartless, the Darkside, once again attempted to crush me underneath his, it's hands.
""I told you, aim for it's eyes, hands or chest!" He looked thoughful for a moment. "It's back works too!" He didn't pull his consentration out of the battle, however. I admired this kids multitasking ability. He could hold up a conversation while rescuing somebody, attacking AND defending, all at the same time. I really wanted to spar with this guy now. Hell with the Heartless, Sora would be an awesome training partner. But now wasn't the time for thinking about a training partner. Right now I had a rather large Heartless taking up a considerable amount of the rooms space, and I had to defeat it before it managed to reach the Keyhole.Not that it looked like it was going to attempt that any time soon.
"Right between the eyes, eh?" I said, dodging another bout of attacks while charging up a pair of ectobeams laced with my cryokinesis. Next to me, though far from where I stood, Sora nodded.
"Yep. Or the hands, back or chest." Suddenly, something registered in my mind.
"What chest or back? It doesn't have any! There is, however, a very convieniant gaping hole in that area." I said, gesturing to that very spot. Sora laughed.
"You know what I mean, Danny." I chuckled, further charging my ectobeams. I raised my hands, letting the beams fly into its eyes. Or at least, toward its eyes. Before the beams could hit, it raised a hand, absorbing the blast and redirecting the energy back toward myself in the form of what looked like blackis-purple-colored ectoplasm.
"It knows Dark Aura?!" I heard Sora yell. I grimaced as I stood up again.
"Whatever that is, it isn't good, is it?" He shook his head.
"No, it isn't! Dark aura is powerful! A Darkside shouldn't be able to use that!" I turned to the thing that took up so much room in the small space we were situated in, and thought while dodging the Darksides attacks. My Ecto-based attacks wouldn't likely do anything, judging by how easily it had absorbed and re-directed my Ectobeams... Ghostly wail was strong, but consumed all of my energy. I'd save that as a last resort. Intangibility was more defensive-based, but I could phase it halfway through the floor, then... No, who knows what kind of damage that might end up doing to the city. I groaned. I was running out of strategys. Fast. My cryokinesis wasn't ecto-based, and didn't take much of my energy. I could freeze it, Sora could do that shish-kabob beam attack of his, then I could lock the keyhole. Simple enough. Likely to fail, but it was worth a try.
"Okay buddie, lets see how you heartless handle below-zero tempuratures!" Sora glanced at me once before watching beams of ice shoot out of my hands, consuming the large thing in front of us. It continued to stay that way for a litte while, during which time I ran behind it, aimed for the keyhole.
"Oh, no you don't!" I heard Naxan say, She summoned her weapon of choice, her Pitchfork, and quickly zapped me, sending me flying backwards into the frozen Darkside.I looked up at it, a determined look on my face. Before I even realized what I was doing, my hands charged up with a white energy, and I blasted through the ice, through the heartless. It seemed to scream as it dissappeared, and I only barely managed to retain my hearing. Christ, for beings without mouths or vocal chords, these little things -big, in the Darksides case- could make alot of noise.
"Nice, Danny!" Sora yelled, aiming his keyblade at the keyhole. I ran -flew, rather- over to him.
"Sora, your Keyblade doesn't do anything, remember? Besides we still got those two to worry about." I gestured toward the two Organization XII members; Naxan and Xalara. Xalara crouched slightly, taking one step forward. Naxan nodded, and the shield seperating us from them dissappeared long enough for the insane male to run over to us.
"Fighty, wanna fight? Yes? No?" He didn't give neither me nor Sora a chance to answer, for in an instant he was all for freezing us solid with those cryo-whips of his. I had taken soon to using my own Cryokinesis to combat his own, while Sora used what I presumed to be Reflega to defend against the all-too-rapid attacks.
"How the heck do we fight against this guy?" I yelled over to my partner. "He leaves no room for retaliation!" Sora could only shrug as an answer, as the male who wasn't known as anything in particular moved from attacking me to Sora.
"Xalara, dispite his little flaw, has yet to be defeated. He doesn't know the word mercy. And I'm not kidding either. He really doesn't know it." She chuckled, only smiling as me and my friend continued to whittle our energy away simple trying to defend. In an attempt to confuse the male, I duplicated my form, grinning when he stumbled for a moment. But only for a moment. In an instant he was an insane, whip-toting blur, intent on smashing, freezing and/or destroying whatever it was he came into contact with.
"Nice going Danny!" Sora yelled at me, annoyance in his voice. "Now we have an even worse chance of beating him!" He turned to Ed, who stood watching behind the forceshield. "Hey, a little help?" Ed nodded, preparing to use what we had learned was called 'Alchemy'. He was stopped, however, by Naxan, who took advantage of the childs metal arm and leg, and zapped him with a less-than-lethal shock of electrcity. He fell to the floor in pain, the occational arc of electricity jumping from one piece of metal to another. Rodney began to freak out, calling one 'Carson' to the gate room immediatly. I turned, anger in my eyes, to Xalara and Naxan. We had to get rid of these two quickly. Who knew what they would do with this worlds technology.
"Zap, zappy zap!" I almost did a faceplant when I saw that Xalara was bouncing around like a three-year-old, giggling madly at what Naxan had did to Ed. I turned, grinning, to Sora, who nodded silently in agreement. We both knew what to do. Fight dirty and take any opportunity we could. I charged one of my hands with cryobeams, then laced it with Ectoplasm, quickly doing the same with my other. Sora began to silently charge up his keyblade, for the inevitable final blast that would take the two Organization members out.
Hopefully both at once.
I jumped up, letting the cryobeams pour out into what looked like greenish-blue ribbons of energy, freezing Xalara from the feet up to his lower shoulders. He squirmed, trying desperately to free himself, but to no avail. Even if he managed to free a part of himself, it only got more Cyro-plasm layered overtop. Xalara yelled out, atracting Naxans attention. She fliched, groaning. It actually sounded like a mix of Scoff and growl, but whatever. In any case, she let her Pitchfork dissappear in a flash of light, taking two steps backward before opening a shadowy-black portal.
"Damn." She said, before she jumped through her summoned portal. "We'll never win if it goes like this again..." And with that, she was gone. Xalara began to panic.
"No! Nononono! No leavey, no abandoning! Save Xalara! Savey save! Please!" Sora shot him a pitying look, but let the beam pierce the Nobodies body all the same. The ice shattered, as did the pair of magenta whips he weilded. The nobody let out a pained scream before dissappearing in a flash of blackish-white light. Sora punched the air.
"Alright! One down!" I nodded, but didn't say anything, only moved forwards as the shield covering the keyhole on the portal disappeared.
"Now... How did I do this before...?" I wondered to myself. I placed a hand -my left- on the keyhole, and closed my eyes.
'Lock.' I thought. A 'click' reverberated through the room, and as I opened my eyes, I discovered that I was no longer in the Gate room. In fact, I wasn't anywhere. At least, nowere that I could recognise. Pitch black landscape dotted with stars completely surrounding me, occationally broken by a stream of silvery-white. It looked like a black and white tie-dye mixed with something one might see in an image of outer space.
'Do you remember...?' A voice asked me. It didn't sound like an enemy, or even a possible one, but I wasn't about to let my guard down.
"Remember what?" I asked it. The voice chuckled.
'Heheheh... I guess I should've expected as much for an answer. You and I have been connected but for only a short while. Why would you already know me again...?'
"What are you talking about? Who are you?" A slivery thing appeared before me. It looked like a human mixed with a Dusk, and what I later learned was a Dancer Nobody. But it emanated no such dark aura as the Heartless or Nobodies. It felt... not human, but definiately like it had a heart.
'I am Destiny. Just as you are Balance. I suppose I don't need to put those names together for you to know what I am implying?' I understood almost at once. It seemed to be saying that it was Me. It was Destinys Balance. But how could it be me, If I was me?
'That is difficult to explain, little one.' I blinked. That voice... Now I recognised it... It was the same voice from The Castle That Never Was, that had spoken to me after I had been teleported back to my quarters while in that room in Hidden Fate.
'Yes. Exactly. Now you've got it.' I breathed in and out silently for a while, taking in the fact that I was now talking with myself. Could this be considered M.P.D(1)? The thing, Des, as I would respectively call it from now on to avoid mass mental confusion, placed a hand on my shoulder.
'You know, you haven't left Atlantis. Right now, you have three Doctors, along with the man known as Carson, trying figure out what happened to you. I feel I should let you wake up now.' Des removed it's hand, and things around me soon began to blur. I wanted to yell out, but found that my voice was being inhibitied by something. Soon, a light flashed, and I found myself gasping as I shot upward -I found that I was laying on a sort of hospital bed-, smashing my head against another males, who stumbled backwards while muttering something under his breath. Finally, he looked up at me, and I found out that the poor man who I almost gave a concussion to was an older man, bearing blue eyes -not unlike my own- and blackish-brown hair. He wore a beige uniform that was not unlike something I recognised from elsewere, but couldn't place where exactly. I recognised it nonetheless.
"D'you think you could give me a little warning next time, lad?" He asked me in a scottish accent, a bit of humor on his face. I chuckled.
"Sorry, sir."I looked around to see Sora sitting on a chair that appeared to have been dragged to my bedside, as it looked rather out of place in what I knew was called the Medical bay. He looked up at me from whatever he was reading -I noticed that it was not at all in the english languge. Rather, it looked like bundles of angled lines- and smiled.
"You're okay!" I chuckled at him.
"Why wouldn't I be?" I responded, sitting up. The male I figured was 'Carson' answered me.
"You collapsed after that keyhole dissappeared off the gate, lad. Sora thought you'd died." Suddenly, I remembered that Carson had been called to the gate before To deal with Edward, who had gotten shot with electricity. I wasn't much of a doctor, but I knew that anybody with two metal limbs getting shocked with electricity wasn't good.
"How's Edward?" I asked him. Carson grinned softly.
"If you mean the lad that has the two metallic limbs, he's fine. His arm and leg are giving me a bit of trouble, but he'll be fine after a bit more rest." He said, motioning to Edward, who slept on a bed not far from my own. I grinned slightly, letting my head fall onto my pillow. We had locked the keyhole, and once again escaped with little to no injuries.
I looked past the doctors and Marines, at the party of people we had come here with. Chiro, Balthier and Sora were talking to Miss Wier. Likely about how soon we could leave with two of the party bedridden. I sighed, grinning as I let my head lay back down on the pillow. If this was how my newest adventure was gonna go, I couldn't wait for more.
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About two or three hours later, me, Sora, Edward -with the help of crutches, as his Automail leg didn't work anymore, due to the strike by Naxan, along with his arm-, Balthier, Chiro and Rodney stood on some sort of Outer docking bay, in front of the little stairwell-type thing that led to the inside of our Gummi ship. We all stood upright and still, like most of the Marines we had seen inside. We -even Balthier, much to my surprise- wanted to leave a good impression on Miss Weir before we left.
"I appreciate your help with saving Atlantis. I have a feeling that had you not come, we wouldn't have had much of a good chance of success." Sora chuckled.
"Unless you have a spare Keyblade lying around, then probably not." Weir smiled before continuing.
"I would like to know a few things before you leave, however. First, Will those creatures, the Heartless, I believe you called them, come back?"
"Probably. But since we locked the Keyhole, they won't be able to get at it, though. You guys should be able to handle it from here." I answered. Again, Weir smiled.
"Second, how did you know where Atlantis was? I asked him, and Rodney told me that he didn't tell you the coordinates."
"The Gummi ship can find any world." I answered, not really delving into details. "But if it's secrecy you're after, Miss Weir, we won't tell anyone where Atlantis is. You can trust us." She grinned softy, nodding.
"Good. Now, I'd like it if Rodney came back, but I have a feeling you'll need him a bit longer." She turned to the male. "Rodney." He straighted up. "Stay with Danny, and help with anything you can." Rodney nodded.
"If you want him back, we don't mind the loss, Miss Weir." Weir chuckled.
"We can handle ourselves without Rodney for a few days. Radek won't particularly enjoy the new strain, but he'll manage." Edward looked up from his Automail at mention of the chezk scientist.
"Tell Radek that I want to come back again soon to show him how to make Automail. Winry, my mechanic, has been teaching me, and I can make small repairs on it by myself, now. I'm sure that Automail'll be a big help to you guys who might've lost any limbs in fighting." Weir grinned, nodding again.
"I'll be sure to pass that on." She turned to me "I'm sure you and you're friends need to leave. I wish you good luck on your mission." I smirked.
"It's more of a 'journey, Miss Weir. But thanks all the same." I turned to my party.
"Okay guys. Lets head off. Still got nine or so other Organization members to bust up." As we walked up into the ship, I laughed as I heard Sora speak.
"Aren't three of them on our side?"
(1) Multiple Personality Disorder - More correctly called Dissociative Identity Disorder, a mental condition where two or more distinct personalities are theorized to control the behaviour of a single individual.