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.
A flash of light lit up the darkness once more as Roxas summoned his Keyblade. He pointed the weapon at the door, another burst of light shooting at the barrier.
Nothing happened. It wouldn't unlock.
A determined scream escaped Roxas and he charged at the door, ramming into it as hard as he could. Again, nothing. Roxas wouldn't give up though, he continued to hit he door with everything he had. He used all his strength, using his body and his weapon to try to pry the door open.
He didn't see what had come out of the bag, but he knew it was no good. He couldn't leave Zexion in there!
"Open up, dammit!" he yelled, ramming the door again. He gasped and panted, it felt like his lungs expanded and contracted at the wrong moments.
He didn't hear the soft sound of hissing and footsteps over the sound of his weapon hitting the door.
"What have we here?" whispered a woman's voice.
(-)
Zexion continued to laugh, he had no idea why he was laughing. It was loud and echoed in the, now ruined, shrine. Slowly the sound got softer and softer until his laughter died away.
For the first time in what seemed like centuries, he was terrified. He suddenly felt mortal, weak, like everything he had done was for nothing. It was just like that night at Radiant Garden. If it weren't for the deafening silence, he could've sworn he had his heart back. But still he could not hear the soft drum like beat that would signal a heart. He was still empty.
He stared at the being in front of him, his eyes wide and full of fear, despite the painfully wide smile on his face. His knees had given out, buckling beneath him. He slowly slid down to the ground, sitting on his knees as he stared up at this.. this thing.
With his skin wrapped around him like that, he resembled a mummy. The man -demon- moved closer to Zexion, his movements slow and twitchy. He obviously hadn't moved in so long, it seemed difficult for him. After what seemed like hours, he was finally in front of Zexion, knelt down in front of him.
Zexion could now see more details. There were three eyes marking the flesh covering his skin, the same three eyes that were on the bag, that were on the shrine, that were everywhere.
A sudden noise caught his attention. He blinked and all of a sudden the figure was no longer in front of him. Neither was the shrine, or anything else for that matter. It was pitch black, he couldn't even see his hands.
Something had a hold of his hand though, the one that had been cut. The wound that had begun to close was now being reopened by fingers with sharp nails.
Zexion cried out in pain, trying to pull away but he could not. He couldn't move, his entire body felt like it had been filled with lead. Everything felt heavy and out of place. He winced, feeling something wet touch the reopened cut. He could feel his blood moving through his veins to that one opening.
He closed his eyes, keeping them shut as tight as possible. This had to be another illusion. Then it hit him.
He couldn't move, but he could still use his powers.
Zexion attempted to focus beyond the pain, beyond the blood leaving his body, beyond his physical strength leaving him. He focused on the auras that were streaming all around his body. He saw spiritual representations of emotions, memories, anything that made a living creature alive. He saw one that was very strong and latched onto it.
Fear.
He looked into that aura, wondering why it was the strongest. What made this monster afraid.
Death.
Zexion's eyes finally opened and he felt his magic surge within his body. Shadows cloaked his body and he lost his shape as his features seemed to stretch and bend at impossible angels. His face as covered with what appeared to be a skull mask.
The darkness that surrounded the two was suddenly lifted and Zexion found himself facing the other. The bandages covering his skin were slowly separating, a red glow beyond the seams.
The moment the bandages opened is when the battle really started. Zexion did not see the man's face, he saw his "father's" face, Ansem the Wise. He nearly lost control of his own powers, the empty spot in his chest tightening. Ansem was the man he betrayed, banished into darkness.
Back and forth their deepest fears were shown. Someone watching in the dark, a dark shadowing figure looming over you, the painful grip on your shoulder as you were pushed down onto the cold floor, the feeling of not knowing which way was up while you were flailing in dark freezing water. Everything that traumatized you and made you weep into your arms materialized and battled for dominance in their mind's eye. Zexion could feel his body tremble, he could see the man in front of him cower some as image and sound assaulted each other.
The more he saw, the more energy he exerted, the more he felt his control slipping. The images flickered and he suddenly couldn't breath.
The long scarves had wrapped themselves around his arms, holding them tightly to his body. One was wrapping around Zexion's neck and he was slowly lifted into the air.
"Enough," the man said, holding Zexion high above the ground. The bandages had covered his face again and he was staring at Zexion's face through the thin material.
Zexion gasped for air, legs kicking at the man but he could not quite reach him. He cursed his small stature.
"What are you?" asked the man. Not who, what.
Slowly one of the bandages released Zexion's throat, but still remained touching the flesh as a constant reminder that death was just a quick squeeze away. Zexion panted heavily, his body shuddering as the dusty air slowly filled his lungs back up.
"I'm a Nobody," he said, coughing as he struggled to breathe normally.
The man seemed to stare at Zexion, tilting his head to the side a little. "'A Nobody'?" he repeated, amusement in his voice. The direction of his head then tilted towards Zexion's bloody palm. "Your blood is so dark and I felt no pulse as I tried to obtain it, but yet your blood flows.." he murmured. "Why do you feel so empty? Where is that annoying little rhythm?"
Zexion saw that by 'rhythm', this thing meant 'heart'. He closed his eyes as he found the words to speak. "I am a thing of darkness, I reside neither Here nor There, my heart has been lost as well as myself and yet I am not lost," what he was speaking sounded like a riddle but in reality it was the only way to describe what he was. "I feel nothing, I am Nothing, I am Nobody, I am all there ever will be, because all that ever was is now gone forever, devoured by the shadows. "
As he spoke he realized he was slowly being lowered to the ground. He was surprised when a sigh of relief escaped him as his feet finally touched the ground. He stared up at the man again and to his horror, the bandages were slowly removing themselves from his face.
What he saw was not as face of his past, as he expected, but of someone he did not know. He assumed this was the demon's true appearance.
Two eyes were closed but a third in the middle of his forehead stared down at Zexion. Black hair framed the pale face, white markings resembling eyes appeared on a few strands. Zexion felt paranoid as he looked at this creature, like something was coming to get the demon but would change it's path and go for the one that was not always watching.
Slowly, the eyes opened up. Red iris' stared down at Zexion and again the creature spoke.
"I am Asura... I am what the people call a Kishin, I am Madness, I am Sanity, I am Darkness, I am the Light that blinds men. And you..." he paused, all his 'eyes' staring right through Zexion. "You are not going to die, yet. You may prove to be useful."
Darkness over took Zexion's vision and all he saw were Aura's three red eyes peering at him.
An ear splitting scream shattered the silence.
(-)
"Vector Plate!"
Roxas screamed in pain as he was suddenly pushed into a wall, again dropping his keyblade.
A group of people had come out of nowhere, -two women, one man, and one whose gender seemed unknown,- and attacked him with unfamiliar magic. A girl with long white hair threw small black balls at him, each having a creepy face on them. When they got near they exploded, singeing his coat and throwing him back even more.
Another incantation was yelled and again Roxas found himself being tossed through the air, right into the large man who seemed to grow claws and fangs.
The man slashed at Roxas, ripping open the front of his coat, knicking the skin. Three angry red lines appeared and blood slowly dripped down Roxas's torso.
"I don't know who you are," said the oldest woman, her voice soft like a snake's hiss, but with the sharpness of steal. "But if you've come to stop us from awakening the Kishin, you're too late."
Roxas didn't know what a Kishin was, and at this point he didn't care. His entire body was in pain and he was curled up on the dirty ground, coughing as he tried to mutter a Cura spell.
"C... c...cu-...cura..." he managed to whisper softly. A bright green light circled his body and he felt the light wounds he received heal themselves up to a tolerable level. He groaned as he got up, summoning his keyblade.
He was cold, hurt, and angry. All he wanted was to go home so he could eat some ice cream with Axel. Neither Zexion or these new people were going to stop him from doing that.
He let out an enraged scream as he jumped into the air, forcing himself to speed up his entire body to move faster than a human could follow. He went for the silver haired girl first, she was weak and fell easily. The blunt edges of the Keyblade crushed her ribs, puncturing her lungs and heart.
She drowned in her own blood.
"Eruka!" the man yelled, watching her fall to the ground, limp.
The older woman showed no emotions but the one with pink hair, the one that held the only weapon, they seemed to freak out.
"No, Eruka can't die! I don't know how to deal with the death of someone close!" their blue eyes frantically darted about the area, as if looking for something that wasn't there. "I... I... AAAHHH!" suddenly a dark energy shot out from their stomach, sending the young person back into the dark hallway with the force.
"Useless child," the older woman said, not looking at Roxas.
But Roxas wasn't focused on her, he was looking at the man who was now coming straight at him, rage in his eye.
"Raaah! Ice Fist!" he yelled, his entire forearm was covered in a thick layer of ice as he went to hit Roxas.
Roxas managed to dodge and he raised his keyblade, aiming between the man's eyes, "Firaga!" A large fire ball shot out from the tip and engulfed the man in flames.
The man howled loudly, stumbling back as he rolled on the ground, attempting to put himself out.
Roxas then turned to the older woman, who had not moved from her spot the entire time. He expected to see a look of anger on her face, but instead saw that she was smirking.
"You cause quite a commotion," she said, yellow eyes lighting up in glee. "Do you not feel it?" she was barefoot and with nothing blocking her from direct contact with the floor, she could feel the small vibration running through the stone. Her smirk grew as she felt the vibrations get stronger, spreading out and grasping everything within the wavelengths.
Soon rumbling could be heard and once again parts of the ceiling began to fall. A large boulder came crashing down.
Roxas didn't move fast enough.
Author's Notes: Finally I finished this chapter! DX You're all probably a little mad at me, the ones who at least read the story. I just lost the mood for it but now I managed to finish something.
I know quite a few of you are going to be mad at me because I still haven't gotten to the point and I might have just gotten rid of some people's favorite character(s). But please bear with me, I have a point to all of this.
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