Looking Glass

Notes: -- I hate plot bunnies. Lame title I know but bear with me kay. Think of this of an anime/manga Kingdom Hearts... only more like an Ami-chan/Sailor Moon major crossover centric fan fic. I don't own any of the anime/manga or game characters mentions in this fic.

Prologue

Chrysalis

Ami

Clear blue-green water surrounds me as I tried to drag my body onto the soft sand of the beach. So tired. Clawing my way up onto the shore I was too tired to even wonder if the monsters had followed me. I doubted it but at the same time I was so afraid that they had. I shivered in the night air as I surfaced.

I tried to get as far away from the ocean as I could so that I wouldn't get caught in high tide; I was able to force my form to climb up into a crevice of a rock formation before collapsing to my stomach. My heavy lidded eyes glanced out at the vast ocean, my hand clenching tight around the key ring belt hanging loosely around my waist; it was from here that several keys dangled, keys to my world, my past, my present, and a future that will not be if I don't get help...but there are other keys too...a lot of them... more than I could even count since all of the keys were about the size of needle point pins. Curling up with my knees to my chin I can't help but wonder what to do now?

Setsuna really hadn't given me any further instruction than to break one key off of the ring and it will take me to a place where I can find help. A quick glance of this beach makes me wonder if the key I had chosen had taken me to a deserted island...this was all well and good for my safety but my friends are in danger as is my entire world.

I winched as I finally was feeling pain alongside fatigue. The long claw marks on my legs, arms, and back were torn open again by my swim not to mention the literal salt added to the wounds as I swam through the ocean. What was left of my senshi uniform was drenched in water as was my hair, which kept falling in my face. At the moment though I honestly didn't care that I could bleed to death during the night, or that a wild animal could find me and eat me up, or even that I was sent here on a mission...I was just grateful that wherever I was there was no monsters so for the first time in four months I slept without a care in the world.

The next morning I awoke to the bright rays of the sun but still to tired and sore to be bothered I rolled over on my side, having a sharp rock jab into my ribcage but at least I was out of the harsh sunlight. I tried to fall back asleep, succeeding sometimes, other times I would wake up hearing laughter and voices of children. I dismissed these noises as delusional since it was highly unlikely that anyone would be leaving out here. But I began having second thoughts when the voices came closer and started talking about me.

"Is she dead?" a boy asked

"Looks like it,' replied another boy who's voice held a trace of some thick, almost Jamaican accent.

"...Should we tell our parents?" a little girl asked the two.

"What can they do about it? ...I mean if she is dead then there's no point in..."

"Figment of my imagination boy #1." I sighed silently labeling them as they keep talking and disturbing my already wretched brain.

"Wait. I think I saw her mouth move," little girl of my imagination again.

"You're crazy," Jamaican boy.

"No she's not..." imagination boy #1

"And how do you know that?" Jamaican boy yet again...this is getting old.

Besides if I am starting to hear voices then maybe I should get off this island or at least get up and do something before I go completely insane. I reached my hand up over to the rock supporting my head...

"Cause I just saw it move too." Boy #1

"...You're both crazy. I am getting my dad..."

"Tidus! She's getting up!"

"What?! No way you've got to be kidding!"

"Would I joke about this?!"

Raising myself over the rock I started to rub the sand out of my eyes and glanced down only to blink in surprise at finding a small group of kids circled around my rock.

There was a little girl who couldn't have been older than eight with short brown hair dressed in a bright canary yellow dress and clutching a jump rope in her hands. Beside her was a boy probably around six or seven holding a wooden sword, his head covered with ruffled almost spiky looking sand-blonde hair. Towering above them was a dark skinned boy holding a weird looking ball.

It took it a second to sink in that I wasn't imagining things...there were actual people that lived on this island. I could get help without having use another one of the keys.

"Uh hello. This may seem like a odd question to ask but would you mind taking me to see your leader?"

No response. They just looked up at me with equally clueless expressions on their faces.

"Okay. Bad joke I know. How about your elders?"

Still nothing.

With a sigh of exasperation I tried once more, "Can you at least take me to your parent's? Please it's an emergency. I need to get help..."

Nothing but a trio of confused stares answered my plea.

Oh no...don't tell me that these kids live on this island by themselves like in that story Peter Pan. Just what I need, a tribe of hooligan children assisting me, I guess I'll have no choice but the use one of the keys. I glanced down at my waist unclasped the belt about to break off a key until that tall kid threw a ball at my head. I stumbled back and nearly fell over as I glanced up.

"...What...was that for?!" I screamed as I regained my balance and glare at him.

"Stand back lady," the boy said with a snarl, "Put down your chain weapon and we might not hurt you."

What? What's going on?

Climbing down the rock I glanced at the children, each of them in a defensive stance with their toy weapons in hand, glaring up a me with nervous yet determined expression.

What did I do to make them so angry with me?

Doing as the tallest one asked I clasped the belt around my waist again and tried to look as defenseless as I felt even against a jump rope, a big ball, and a wooden sword.

"Happy?" I asked raising my hands in surrender.

The children gave me funny glances but the girl came and grasped my hand and started to pull me further down the beach.

"This way . I can take you to my house and my mom can help you heal those cuts on your body."

"Are you really sure that you want her to go to your house Selphie?" the blonde haired boy asked.

"Yeah. She did pull that chain out on us so she might be planning on us taking her to the village. Plus she talks funny," the taller boy comment snidely.

Frowning at him I couldn't help but snap in return, "At least I don't sound like I should be smoking 'weed' and singing reggae music."

It then occurred to me...I could understand them...but for some reason they couldn't understand me. So that's why they thought that I was threatening them, they couldn't understand a word I was saying.

...I am beginning to think that I would have been better off if I had been stuck on a island with Peter Pan and Tinkerbell.

"And you and your friends just found her washed up on the beach?" the brown haired woman, whom from what I gathered is Selphie's mom asked her daughter as she cleaned away the blood encrusted cuts on my body with a wet cloth.

The little girl nodded her head vigorously, "Yes mama, and we can't understand a word she's being saying since we found her either."

"Hmm I wonder..." the woman muttered under her breath as she grabbed another cloth and soaked it in cold fresh water. Staring me in the eye she spoke, "What language do you speak miss?"

"Japanese...but I know some English." I stated quickly hoping that at the very least this woman knew English.

With a small shake of her head the woman tried various languages...some I understood, others sounded like a jumble of languages, and still others I didn't recognize.

Sighing she wrapped my arms and legs and bandages.

"Well I don't know how we are going to be able to communicate with you but if you can understand me please nod your head."

I gave a curt nod and mouthed a thank you hoping that if she couldn't understand my words then she could at least understand the gratitude.

My senses suddenly went haywire as I heard the sound of feet pounding against the spiraling wooden steps that lead up to the tree house. My breath grew quick and short as I felt chills creep up my spine. The monsters. They have located the keys and they are coming for me. I can't even ask for help here because no one can understand a single word I say. A scream of utter terror ripped through my throat as the door swung open.

My panic was very short lived though for instead of two black creatures clawed creatures two boys about a year or two younger than me stumbled into through the door.

"I win again Sora," the taller one with short white hair crowed as he walked into the main room with a very smug expression on his face.

"You didn't even tell me that we were racing Riku," the boy with brown hair said, sounding a bit out of breathe.

The other person which had gone unnoticed because she entered so silently glanced at the boys and mockingly rolled her eyes as they started arguing over whether it was fair or not that the race to the house wasn't official declared.

I couldn't help but laugh because the two boys bickering reminded me a lot of Usagi and Rei when they would get into their playful spats.

My laughter drew the attention of the boys and the young girl.

The boy with white hair recovered quicker than the other two and came closer to me and Selphie's mother. He stood at the other end of the table crossing his arms over his chest.

"So, you must me the stranger that everyone's talking about. What's your name?"

I moved to speak but closed my mouth when I remembered that he wouldn't be able to understand me.

Thankfully Selphie's mother spoke up in my stead, "She doesn't speak our language Riku. And I've tried communicating with her but no luck."

Slowly the small brown hair girl stepped forward only she stood by my side. She smiled and then knelt beside me.

"Hi. My name is Kairi," with that the girl offered her right hand in friendship.

I was shocked at first but then reluctantly shook her hand, she beamed and pointed over to the white haired boy.

"That's Riku," and then she glanced over at the brown haired kid, "and his name is Sora."

My right eyebrow quirked and even though they couldn't understand me I couldn't help but comment, "That's funny. Where I come from Sora is usually a girl's name."

Suddenly the one Kairi called Riku started laughing.

"What's so funny?" the kid called Sora asked.

The blonde haired boy smirked and then stated aloud, "Nothing...except that our guest just called you a girl."

"What?! Hey lady I am not a girl..."

"Oh and is there anything wrong with being a girl Sora?" Kairi asked clearly baiting him.

"Well of course there is...I mean no...I"

Their comments didn't faze me, what did catch my attention was Riku. I openly stared at him for about a minute before I gathered up the courage to say, "You...can understand me?"

As if for one moment that thought dawned on everyone else as well all eyes glanced as Riku as he first looked a bit surprised and then smug as he replied,

"Of course I can understand you."

Notes: I know it's a crappy place to leave off at...as if the fic itself wasn't bad enough. There will be several pairings but mostly this won't be a romantic fic...oh and I am not saying anything about the pairings. I will accept suggestions for animes/manga/video games to use in this fic though Hopefully this won't be too horrible