Summary: Madness, the state of being mad, insanity. A little madness never hurt, right? Being dragged into madness can drown your senses and cloud your mind. It not only makes it impossible to leave, but also destroys the will to leave. Your only choice for comfort is more madness.
Warning! This is a cross over fanfic between the game Kingdom Heartsand the manga/anime Soul Eater. This fanfic is in an Alternate Universe and contains angst, violence, blood, gore, character death, moments of mental insanity, cursing, spoilers for both the game and the story, mentions of yaoi/shonen-ai/boyxboy/homosexual male relations, changes in the plot time lines, and other things that may anger a reader. If you do not want to read and/or do not like any of these things, please press the back space button.
Disclaimer: I, KradsLover, do not own Soul Eater or Kingdom Hearts. I do own the plot for this cross over however, please do not steal my writing.
"Zexion, I really don't like this place."
That was the eighth time that Roxas had repeated that sentence. Eight times. Zexion had counted. Each time it was said he could feel his blood boiled and he wanted nothing more then to slap the younger member across the face and force his mouth shut. He preferred the boy silent, much like when he first joined the Organization. So behaved and quiet, much like a zombie.
Trapped within his own mind, how he missed those days.
Xemnas had found a new world, a rather strange one at that. It was populated by humans with the power to change into weapons, the power to peer into one's soul, the power to reign over the world with absolute chaos if they desired to do so. A world with rules, and the people who shattered the rules. It was disgusting. But this world needed to be looked into.
What better pair to send than the Schemer and the Keyblade master? Zexion was excellent at scouting missions and Roxas would come in handy if there were any Heartless on this world.
What Xemnas didn't realize, however, was that Zexion did not like to be on missions without Lexaeus. That Zexion despised being with an inexperienced child. That Zexion would rather rip out his own tongue than be on a mission with a little boy that did not realize what real fear was, and he never would. He had no memories of his past, how was he supposed to remember what feelings were.
They had exited the portal in what appeared to be a tunnel underground. It was in shambles, there was no way out so the only way they could go was deeper in. They could explore this area first, then find a way out.
Deeper and deeper they went, the torches that were still in tact with the wall seemed to be scarce and far apart. The light was so dim that even Zexion had troubles seeing.
"Zexion-"
Thwack!Before Roxas could even say anything, Zexion's leather covered hand abruptly struck him across the cheek. It was too dark to see but already a red mark was appearing on the blonde's sun kissed skin.
"I swear to what ever 'god' is watching over us," Zexion began, his voice low, full of venom and annoyance. "That if you say 'Zexion, I really don't like this place', one more time, I will rip out your vocal chords." It wasn't a threat.
It was a promise.
Roxas stood there in shock, the little light that was there reflecting in his wide blue eyes. No one had ever hit him before. Not like that. A heartless attacking him or knocking him over was fine with him. But Zexion, his comrade, hit him. He thought that the members of the Organization were suppose to be there for each other, not hit their allies. He felt something bubble up inside him, it was threatening to break out and erupt, but he suppressed it. He didn't like the new sensation and he knew it would not help the situation.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, looking down at the floor. "Let's just... Finish the mission." and with that, Roxas began walking again, carefully avoiding fallen pillars and heaps of ruble.
Zexion didn't know what had come over him. He stayed in that spot for a moment before following after Roxas, a small sigh escaping him and echoing through the tunnel. His cerulean eyes were glancing around all over the place, darting like a mouse looking for an escape. He needed to take in every detail in order to submit a proper report for Xemnas. He wasn't paying attention to where he was walking and did not notice that Roxas had stopped. He nearly walked into the boy.
"Why did you stop?" he demanded.
"There's a door," Roxas said, his voice dull now as he pointed to the large iron door in front of him.
Zexion grit his teeth, tempted to hit Roxas again. "Then open it."
Roxas only nodded, summoning his Keyblade to unlock the door.
For a brief moment Zexion could see everything, and yet he was blinded. He was a creature of darkness now, the light was not necessarily his friend. He closed his eyes for one second, hearing the tale tell click as the door was unlocked. It slowly opened inwards with a heavy groan.
The open door revealed to hold a large room. Inside the room was a shrine, covered in banners to ward off evil spirits. In front of the shrine was a large bag of flesh colored material, with three eyes emblazoned on it. The bag was bound by chains and seemed rather heavy, somethign was inside the bag.
"This is a place of worship, but it doesn't look like anyone wants to worship what is in here," Zexion said softly as he took the first step into the room, motioning Roxas to follow.
Roxas held his Keyblade tightly as he followed Zexion. He gazed at each pillar, wondering where the source of the red light was coming from. He heard a small rustling noise from behind him and stopped. He listened as silence fell around him again.
Then the noise began again. The scraping of chains, the groan of pain echoing in the temple. "Zexion..." he whispered, his eyes widening some. He could feel warm air being breathed down the nape of his neck.
Zexion did not seem to notice any of this. He couldn't hear what Roxas heard, he couldn't feel what Roxas felt. To him, nothing was wrong. He only got closer to the object in front of the shrine, bending down to examine it. He wondered what was inside it, why it was sealed away. He wondered what the eyes meant.
His thoughts were broken by an ear piercing shriek.
Author's Notes: Sorry for the cliff hanger. I meant to do more in this chapter but I'm getting exhausted. It's late and I can't play the music I need for inspiration, since I don't have headphones for this computer at the moment, I dont' want to wake my parents.
I've been wanting to do this fanfic since this morning, when I drew a picture of Asura. Staring at it, thinking about the madness he created, thinking about the episode in Soul Eater when Eruka and Free fall prey to his illusions... It made me think of Zexion.
Please review and let me know what you think, I would be thrilled to hear your opinons.