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.
Roxas couldn't see, he couldn't breathe. Out of nowhere, a dozen long scarves had wound themselves over his face and neck, contstricting every last breath out of him. They lifted him high into the air, gripping harder. He struggled and tried to free himself, but ended up dropping the Keyblade.
"Z...zex-..."
A ripping noise was heard, was one of the scarves tearing? No.
It was his face.
Roxas screamed, searing pain suddenly flowing through his entire body. Shock and madness made his body contort. He wanted to die.
(-)
Zexion's lexicon had been summoned and was in his hand before he was fully turned around. A few pages left their binding, scattering around his lithe figure, the soft rustling noise echoing softly.
He stood completely still, staring at the scene in front of him.
Roxas was on the ground, sitting on his knees, hiding his face in his hands. His entire body was trembling and frightened screams and gasps were passing over his lips. His figure got smaller and smaller, as if he was trying to curl up into himself, to hide from everything.
Zexion let go of his weapon, allowing it to float in the air behind him as he walked to Roxas. His natural curiosity as a scientist was overwhelming him; What was wrong with this child?
The closer he got, the more Roxas shook. The boy was muttering something that was barely inaduible. The words were nothing but nonsense, the incoherent babbling of the insane.
The Schemer knelt down, roughly gripping Roxas's jaw and forcing his head up to look at him. His cerulean eyes widened at what he was seeing.
Roxas's face seemed to be wrapped in bandages, the bandages bore the same eyes as the bag in the shrine. He could see the fabric ripping where the mouth should be. As he stared at Roxas, he noticed something did not seem right to his eyes. It was like he was looking at a picture within a picture. Past the bandages, he could see Roxas's real face. Dead eyes and mouth slightly parted, all life seemed to be leaving him.
The two images fought for dominance in Zexion's eyes, fading in and out, never truly disappearing and never truly appearing. He had seen this before.
Every time he used his own power in battle, this was what he saw. The shadows that cloaked the objects he used to fight, the masks that disguised his body as he tormented with his opponents' mind. That was it, what he was seeing..
It was an illusion!
Just as he figured out, Roxas started to scream again. The once dead eyes stared up at Zexion in pure horror and he tried everything he could to pull away.
Whatever Roxas thought he saw, he was seeing again in Zexion.
"Roxas, Roxas!" Zexion yelled, trying to calm him down. "It's me! Zexion! Whatever you're seeing, hearing, feeling, it's not real!"
Try as he might, Roxas would not stop. He seemed truly terrified.
If it weren't for the circumstances, Zexion would almost laugh at that idea.
He gripped the sides of Roxas' face, holding him still. "It's not real, listen to me! This is not real, but I am!" He suddenly slammed Roxas into the ground as hard as he could. He watched as a thin trickle of blood fell from the others head into the cracks of the stone ground.
Despite the possibility of having massive head trama, Roxas seemed alright now. His eyes seemed dazed, but focused on Zexion's face. He had stopped screaming and struggling.
".. ow.." he whispered.
A normal human would have died from being hit on the head like that, but Nobodies weren't humans. Not anymore. Their bodies were tougher and could handle almost anything. Normal weapons couldn't kill them, not even a bullet to the head. A little 'bump' like this shouldn't do too much damage in the end.
"That's better," Zexion whispered, getting off of Roxas. He helped the boy up, he still seemed dizzy and about to fall, but so far so good.
The silence was broken by the soft clinking of chains and the groaning of old wood about to splinter.
The pair turned around and looked at the shrine. The bag was moving some, something was in it. And it wan'ted to get out.
Until now it had been immobile, what was different?
The soft metallic and organic scent made Zexion remember, the blood.
Whatever was in that bag, it craved blood. He saw what looked like a hand, trying to push past the fabric, but only the fingers could make a shape then had to retreat.
The curiosity took over Zexion's better judgement once more. He walked closer to the bag, ignoring Roxas's protests and pleas for him to stay there. He wanted to know what's there, why it was locked up. Why he felt such tremendous power from it all of a sudden.
"You want blood?" he whispered, pulling off one of his leather gloves.
"Zexion!" Roxas shouted. "Let's leave! We've done what we were asked, time to RTC."
Zexion ignored him still, watching the bag as it moved more. The chains clinked and pulled at the wooden structures that were holding them. The hand that was still gloved reached into his pocket, pulling out a scalpel.
"Zexion-"
Still, Roxas was ignored. Whatever he said after that, was shut out. Faster than one could blink, the scalpel had slid across the Schemer's palm. Dark blood flowed up and down his pale skin, staining the ground.
"Come and get it." He threw the scalpel at the bag, the blade piercing through, ripping a small piece open.
Things started to roll after that. Zexion had flicked over the first domino in a field of events that were to follow.
Whatever was in the bag began to flip out now. Shapes of arms, legs, a head, were soon pushing past, trying it's hardest to get to the blood. The old iron chains groaned and strained to hold the bag, but soon they broke and came crashing down, along with wooden pillars.
Roxas ran back to the door, to avoid being crushed by the structures. A sudden invisible force pushed him foreward, practically throwing him out the door. Roxas landed in the rubble outside, groaning and coughing.
A heavy thud alerted him that the door had shut.
Zexion was still inside.
(-)
Zexion couldn't move, he only stared at what was in front of him. The bag's opening had disappeared. The entire bag now clung to what was inside it, a man's body. The bag.. It was skin.
He watched in horror and disgust as the man pulled his skin, stretching it out and letting it wrap around his lower half of his body and face, the ends resembling scarves as they streamed behind him.
"That's better... I couldn't stand to be exposed," his voice was soft, in a light tenor tone. It dripped venom and madness.
This was no man, it was a demon.
Ripples of insane laughter passed over Zexion's lips.
Author's Notes: Again, wish I did more but it's getting late.
I really like this chapter though. :3 I'm excited to continue. Please review!