Okay, Chap. 6. I never really thought I've make it this far. Yay! Anyway, everything to do with the Dead Man's chest was pulled from trailers, as PotC2 isn't out in theaters until July 7. So, Basically, I made it up.

As for the normal, I don't know Kingdom hearts or anything linked with it. On with the Story:

Chapter 6

(Cloud- Hollow Bastion.)

His wounds got to be too much, and Cloud had to rest, while trying to figure out just what Vincent was doing here. So far all he'd managed to get was that there was someone here who Vincent had to find before she got to be too much of a problem.

"Why send you though?"

"…Political reasons." Vincent replied. "It's nothing to worry about."

"Dark Avenger? Why call someone that?"

"That's what she is. What she does." Vincent walked around Cloud before looking back at his friend. "A long time ago, when the Keyblade first chose it's bearer, things were different."

Cloud was quiet letting Vincent tell the story.

"Heartless were common, and it was never really thought to be a problem, hmph," Vincent laughed. "I'd hate to meet the people who decided that. It was also common practice for a strong fighter to be split in two. A copy of themselves, able to last forever, as this copy wasn't really real and so could never die."

"A No Body." Cloud replied, this was actually making sense. "So this Avenger is a No Body?"

"Not just a No body. But the No Body of one of the first Keyblade wielders." Vincent corrected. "And it's safe to say she still knows how to use the Keyblade."

"So, she can use the Keyblade and help Organization 13 build Kingdom Hearts."

"Among other things." Vincent agreed.

(Zaetyne- World that Never Was.)

Zaetyne paused a moment to enjoy the rain. She'd given Demyx his instructions and hoped he could pull them off. Roxas seemed doubtful, but was willing to believe he could. After all, Demyx was as incompetent as he seemed. Zaetyne had always liked the rain. Not that her annoying Original ever let her do anything, keeping that stupid collar so tight…

Flashback

Zaetyne had gotten away, and she could ignore the wounds on arm and leg. She could ignore everything else. She was free, it was raining and she would not be forced to go back. IF she destroyed herself, then Her Original would be in a tight spot. Only one no body could be created from one person.

Zaetyne would not be mistreated any longer. She didn't have to listened to her even-tempered and sugar sweet Original. She was sick of being left to starve and take the blame if everything went wrong.

End of Flashback

Zaetyne shook her head, which had been the first time she'd turned into a heartless. Why she didn't know, after all Zaetyne had only ever had half-a-heart. Still, she was glad that her Original was dead and dust now. Served her right.

"Roxas, Where are we?"

"The World the Never Was. It's the only home that we, No Bodies, have." Roxas replied looking around. "It's not much."

"Better then living in a cage." Zaetyne replied, Almost absently "Where is this Xemnas, I want to know how Demyx did."

"He'll have done it right, Demyx usually does." Roxas replied, pointing at an abnormally bright castle. "Xemnas and the rest of the Organization live up there."

"A bit obvious isn't it?" Zaetyne commented. Thinking that this Xemnas must feel very infallible to attempt something like this.

"Maybe." Roxas shrugged.

"If someone happens to find this world of yours?"

"Not likely."

"Quite possible. There's arrogance again." Zaetyne could feel Roxas's discomfort at being told something by a girl, but she ignored it; teenage pride wasn't something she was worried about, not that it was actual pride she was hurting to begin with.

"The Whole point to having a base is to have a strong hold." He muttered 'feeling' rebellious.

"..."

"Not all of us are as old as you are."

"I know that too." Zaetyne sighed. "But get used to it, Death doesn't exist for a No Body, even one with Half-a Heart."

That really caught Roxas off guard. That's partially why she said it. That was another reason she liked Roxas, he was so like her.

(Sora- Port Royal.)

"So basically you've got the guardian of death after you?"

"Aye, seems death doesn't like to be…cheated, as it were." Jack replied, talking on the deck of the Black Pearl.

"What are you going to do?" Goofy asked.

"Yeah," Donald piped up.

"You'll know. As soon as it's the at the opportune moment."

"For you?"

"Oh, Aye." Jack agreed, nodding. "Now all we need is to pick up a few effects."

"Pick up?" Sora asked confused, Jack was a pirate, who "liberated" effects not picked them up.

"Oh, Aye." Jack said again. "Jolly Mr. And Ms. Turner."

"Will and Elizabeth?"

"That's right." Jack nodded. "I think I'll need their skills."

"As long as you know what you're doing."

"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." Jack said over his shoulder as he walked off. "Savvy?"

"Did that make any sense to either of you?"

"Nu-uh."

"Didn't to me either."

"So…you're the keeper of the Keyblade." A voice startled all three of them.

"Organization 13!"

"Right, right." The hooded figure nodded. "Yup. Oh, um…what was a I supposed to say…uh,…um…" He fidgeted. "Oh, I'm so the wrong guy for this….Right." At this he nodded, suddenly certain. "I'm supposed to say that we know what you are and what you're doing."

"Uh-huh." Sora said, while thinking, Psycho. "Hey, wait, your Demyx! You were in the Underworld!"

"That's right." Demyx nodded then looked nervous. "Oh, I don't want to do this again. Why do they always pick me for this?"

The last part sounded whiny and Sora was again stuck wondering why such a pathetic person…well, not person, had been allowed to be one of the strongest group of No bodies Sora could think of.

Demyx pulled what looked like a guitar made of water out of thin air. Grinning in the process. "My Sitar, and your right in the middle of my Element, Dance water, DANCE!"

"That's doesn't sound good mate." Jack must have turned around and come back.

A creaking had started to drown out the odd melody coming off the instrument. Ignoring it, Sora intended full and well to get to Demyx before he could do any serious damage.

It had only confused Sora for a moment as too what he meant by in the middle of his Element. Demyx was basically water. They were in the Ocean, 2+2.

When the ship lurched. Sora was tossed on his face. Annoyance bubbled up along with pain from a dozen little scratches or possible splinters. Something was underneath it. Demyx's grin was enough to drive even Sora over the edge.

Over the side of the Ship came what could have been a tentacle, except it was made of water. Okay. What the Hell is that?

"KRAKEN!" Jack's voice cut through the noise the thing made.

It looked almost like a giant squid, long tentacles, bird's beak, and a big, big eye. All made of water pulled from the ocean. Donald, Goofy, and Jack were busy with it. Let those idiots waste their time, it left the real prize for Sora.

He jumped up and took off for Demyx. Who only grinned? He seemed to be having a good time or least was doing something right. What a moron. Why Origination 13 was wasting their time with him was something unfathomable to Sora right now.

"Oh…she was right, wasn't she?" Demyx's voice didn't sound as lame as it had before; He had the upper hand and knew it. He made tsking noises. "Such a Shame, their hero is now their A-list enemy!" Demyx allowed himself to laugh.

What the hell was he going on about?

"Here take a look at yourself." Demyx replied, as Sora paused to think about the words, which made little sense, and less and less with each passing moment. "I know you'll love what you see."

A circle of water appeared, blocking Sora form Demyx. He was anger by this attempt, until he actually caught a glimpse of what the Water was reflecting back.

A noise likes a scream, and similar to a howl was torn from Sora's throat. Oh. This. Could Not. Be Happening.

Without anyone watching, Demyx left through a door of Darkness, letting the Kraken return to its normal shape and crash down on the pathetic Ship.

(Roxas- Port Royal)

Roxas could just see the Ship. And the monster that Demyx made of water. The first time Roxas had seen Demyx fight, he'd been startled. For Acting like an idiot Demyx was truly a genius. The water retook it's normal shapeless status and came down on the ship, splintering it to a two pieces, as both began to sink.

"I don't think that's what you wanted?" Roxas asked, Zaetyne.

"Oh, no." Zaetyne shook her head, as devoid as ever. "Kill his moronic companions and we give him more heart-ache. Well, did he see it?"

"Oh, yes." Demyx was thoroughly happy, happy enough to forget being a scared cat. "He saw himself and stopped dead! And I don't think they all made it from the ship."

"Good, good." Zaetyne replied. "That's, for the moment, taken care of."

"Xemnas will be pleased."

Roxas watched Zaetyne's eyes narrow and go cat-like for a moment. He'd noticed that happened when she was anything but happy, but the look faded. The meeting with Xemnas had been far from pleasant and had gone all ways of wrong. Still, Zaetyne was going to help them, or she was helping herself. Either way, Roxas didn't care. He had little reason to feel loyalty to Xemnas.

"Indeed. Let's go and inform him of it." Zaetyne turned and looked back at the two she had working under her. "And the his heartless form is to remain secret. For now, understood?" Zaetyne added Grinning. "I've got to have a trump card somewhere.

Demyx nodded, and Roxas only waved that they should be going. So far, Xemnas had few friends, even among his subordinates. Roxas knew that would be his first and greatest mistake. You should never have people, strong people, working for you and hating you at the same time. It leads to Riots.

Twilight Keeper.

I really like how this chapter has gone. Thanks for the reviews, they're always welcome.