Just a Survivor
Originally Written: Wednesday, July 15th 2009, 250AM – Wednesday, July 22nd 2009 1140PM
AN: Decided to upload another chapter since I'm on a writing spree. Most of my chapters have different "parts" to them. If you're one of the people who loves reading crazy long chapters, just let me know. If I get enough, as opposed to people like me who like reading small chapters in increments, I may start posting all the chapter parts at once. One chapter per update.
If people who like reading fanfiction like I do, find the chapters too long, (too long being needing to use ctrl + F to find your place when you return to the middle of a chapter) lemme know. I'll split them up even further. None of my chapter parts go over 10K words. Was hoping for five, but fellow writers know the writing experience works when you really get going.
Disclaimer: Ignoring the fact that I forgot it in the first two "chapters", I am neither Asian nor rich. The KH, Digimon & Naruto franchises belong to their respective owners.
On to the story. 3
Zexion groggily awoke, slowly rising from his bed. Calumon was jumping on him again. "Up up! Sleepy head!" Zexion picked up Calumon by his ears.
"Quit that."
Calumon looked up at Zexion with a smile. "Yay! You're up!" He wiggled out of Zexion's hands, jumping off the bed as Zexion stood up, wearing just a pair of light boxers. Zexion ran a hand through his hair, and walked over to the window. Since he had destroyed the central and western wings of the estate, they were living in the eastern side while repairs went underway. Zexion inhaled deeply, as a soothing wind blew in through the window.
It had been a long while before Zexion would talk to any of his companions again. He felt as though he didn't recognize or feel like Zexion anymore. He was just happy that his strange mimic ability hadn't come accompanied with memories of them that didn't include himself in them. He was pretty sure if that had been the case, he wouldn't have been able to stop himself, and would've gone crazy. Still, during that time, it felt as though, all their differing personalities were struggling against his own dormant personality.
He sat on the window sill with his arms crossed on his lap. Calumon jumped up on his lap. Zexion breathed in slowly one more time, working to clear his head. It was a clean, crisp aroma, filled with the old musty stench of power and mystical knowledge. The scent of a touch of darkness wafted through the air as well, but it was more of the basic knowledge of the working's of Darkness, and not complete and total control or imbalance of it. Nonetheless, the differing smells were almost therapeutic. Just enough to provide a bit of balance and support for Zexion's own attempts at meditation.
It had been incredibly nice to discover that his dreams weren't just dreams, but in fact, memories of his time as Zexion within the World that Never Was and Castle Oblivion. The scene of himself and Demyx running from a very irate Xemnas was just too good of a dream to be one. Apparently Demyx had startled him while he was cooking, and Zexion wound up throwing the food and frying pan at Demyx. Unfortunately, Demyx ducked and Xemnas got a face full of food and metal instead. Zexion chuckled.
Calumon looked up at him, swinging his head from side to side. They watched Wisemon, Mystimon and a few Wizardmon from neighboring estates work on restoring the large house. Still, it confused Zexion why two people needed such a large living area to begin with. Especially when they stayed outside for most of the day anyway.
"You know what?" Calumon said in a loud cheery voice.
"Hmm?" Zexion gently scratched behind Calumon's ears.
"You're not such a meany head-ACK!" Zexion wiped his hands and got up smirking. Then he grinned as he heard the tell tale thud of Calumon hitting the ground, startling a few Wizardmon. He moved to wash and get dressed. He had a small breakfast, consisting of a light cereal. He watched the others work while he ate, smiling as Mystimon glared at him whenever he passed by. "Meany head!" Calumon yelled out once while seated on Mystimon's head.
The day went pretty slowly, and compared to most days, was actually pretty calm. Wisemon challenged Zexion to help out using one of his mimic abilities, since he had the nerve to sleep until three PM on such a glorious day. So he chose the form of his friend Lexaeus, the silent hero. Lexaeus was probably the most quiet person one could find, unless he was in a fight. He wasn't afraid to speak his mind, he was just more mature about it. He pretty much knew when to speak and when to listen. Zexion thought it was what made him such a great friend.
The wizard Digimon were all surprised to see such a marvelous display of strength. Then, unfortunately, they were laughing as Zexion lost temporary control, turned into Demyx and went down like a pile of bricks, buried in a large stack of two by fours.
Wisemon stood before him. Zexion swore he saw a small smile on his face as he waved his arms and the two by fours were stacked neatly into piles around him. "Much to learn." Zexion moved to his knees, slowly interpreting what he was saying. "After repairs." Wisemon lifted a hand and Zexion was lifted to his feet. Then Wisemon walked off.
A few of the Digimon watched intrigued, as Zexion did a little jig, turned back into Lexaeus, and picked up a few more two by fours.
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Zexion walked about the East Wing of the estate late one evening, inhaling deeply. Then he scrunched his face in disgust, his nose twitching. His eyes were watering and his nose and sinuses felt as though they were on fire. He rounded another corner, sniffling in distress, his hands covering his nose and mouth. A lone white towel was wrapped around his waist. His wooden sandals loudly clapped against the equally wooden floor. 'Where in the world is that smell coming from?' He thought with a scowl. He frowned in disgust after sneezing particularly hard.
The smell was getting stronger. It was bright and clean. Nearly too clean. Similar to the smell of a room when someone went crazy with cleaning chemicals. Except, it wasn't cleaning chemicals. It certainly burned as though cleaning chemicals had been sprayed on his face though.
Zexion rounded another corner, this time peeking into a few rooms as he walked by. "About time." He mumbled to himself, "Master Wisemon, there's-" Zexion stared at the ginger blond haired kid sitting on a bed staring right back at him. Every once in a while, the boy fizzled, like a television using bunny ear antennae that happened to have horrible reception.
Wisemon was sitting next to him, along with a small hoard of off white creatures that resembled bunnies or hares. "Talk?" Wisemon replied, his hands glowing green as they slowly trailed down the boy's body. The ginger blond was in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. His other clothes were hanging off the back of the chair Wisemon was sitting in.
"Um...your towel..." The boy continued staring. Zexion quickly rushed out the room, fixed his slipping towel and returned, red in the face. Unfortunately, that left whatever was burning Zexion's sinuses full access to them and Zexion went into a flurry of sneezes. Now, instead of being red in the face, he sported red, irritated eyes and a runny nose.
The ginger haired boy continued staring. "Quit staring like that Number XIII." Zexion replied, sniffling and folding his arms. Wisemon turned and looked back at Zexion.
"Work too hard?" He commented before turning back around. "Number XIII" focused on the white creatures instead.
"Partially." Zexion replied. "I was about to take a relaxing shower. Possibly curling up with a good book." Zexion glared slightly at "Number XIII." "I was unfortunate enough to get a whiff of that annoying stench wafting off him." Zexion face palmed as "Number XIII" moved to sniff his underarms. The boy then looked at Zexion confused. "I'm going to assume you're stoned Number XIII. You know that is not what I meant. You reek of the light."
"Azulongmon light?" Wisemon replied, "No problems?" He cocked an eyebrow.
"Azulongmon is just a God. Number XIII wields a keyblade. He can use three different ones, but can fight with up to two at a time." At the mention of the word "keyblade", "Number XIII" reached under his pillow, startling a few of the white creatures and pulled out two keychains. One resembled a black crown, while the other resembled a strange yellow star shaped something or other. He grinned holding them up.
Zexion was reminded of that stupid brunette teenager who walked about as though he owned the entire universe and it was his duty to get involved in other worlds like their issues actually effected him as badly as he made it seem. Not that he actually met the kid before, but still, the fact that every one of his companions who had a run in with him in Castle Oblivion wound up dead was enough to annoy him. People he knew for ten or more years, just taken out by a 14 year old brat who thought wearing ugly baggy red shorts made him look cool, like a slaughterhouse does cows. Zexion figured by now, he probably offed the others too...
"Remember less than you." Wisemon wagged a finger at Zexion. "Number XIII" picked up one of the off white creatures and petted it softly.
"Roxas." Wisemon turned and looked at Zexion. Roxas also looked up, staring at him once more. Zexion leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, glaring something fierce. "His name is Roxas."
"Ro...xas..." The boy said quietly to himself, "Ro...xas..." He then looked over to Zexion once more. "It's nice to meet you..."
"Zexion." His arms dropped to his sides. Or maybe the brunette didn't. There was no way that kid had enough strength to take on Xemnas and the stronger members of the Organization without merging with Roxas again. Zexion wondered if he was still walking around in those ugly shorts. He shook his head, sniffling and running a hand through his hair. "He remembers absolutely nothing?"
"Said that already." Wisemon replied, "Slow minded." Zexion face palmed.
"I'm going to shower. Then I'll figure out exactly what in the name of Kingdom Hearts is going on here." Zexion turned to leave. He held onto his towel once again. "I get the feeling I really shouldn't attempt to figure any of this out."
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Zexion quickly discovered some time ago that privacy wasn't in Wisemon's mental dictionary. He had barged in on him in the shower and bathroom multiple times. He remembered numerous times when Wisemon had pulled the thin sheets off of him to wake him when he slept with no clothes on and then covered himself up in the middle of the night when it got slightly chilly on those strange hot nights, completely calm about the entire deal. There were also quite a few times when Wisemon was leaning over his shoulder while he read in the large library, learning up on what he could.
This time Wisemon only waited until Zexion got out of the bath and put on his boxers before slipping in quietly through the door. "Better?"
Zexion shook his head. He watched Calumon run around outside with the white creatures playing tag. Calumon was laughing up a storm, and the creatures were laughing right along him. At least Zexion guessed the ethereal echoing sounds they were making were some form of laughing and glee. He began drying his hair, continuing to watch them. He had a strong urge to go join them. "Master Wisemon?"
"Speak." Wisemon walked up next to Zexion.
"What are those things?"
"DigiGnomes."
"Digi-what-now?"
"DigiGnomes. Fairies. Tricksters. Theory. Grant wishes."
Zexion nodded, "Am I to assume they could possibly lead to the heart of the Digital World?" Wisemon fell silent. "I hear you and Wisemon," Zexion tossed his towel on his bed. He then moved to put on a pair of slacks. "There's heartless all over the place. Eventually, they'll wind up here, won't they? I'm not stupid you know. Why else would the supreme ruler of a world even bother to come to a lowly place like this?" Zexion managed to dodge a thunderbolt launched his way. He turned and looked back at the damage. There was a relatively large scorch mark in the wall.
Wisemon lowered his arm, flexing his hand. "Roxas?"
"He'll ask about this sooner or later. He attracts heartless naturally."
"He is?"
"The nobody of a keyblade wielder, named Sora." Zexion noticed Wisemon's eyes widen in shock at this new-found information. "He was a part of the same Organization I was: Organization XIII. A group of people, scientists of sorts, who not only performed research on the workings of the heart in retrospect to memories, light and darkness..." Zexion trailed off blinking. Why in the world was he telling Wisemon all of this? It's not like any of this information actually needed to be known. Maybe it did, but was it really so important now?
Zexion thought back to when he first arrived here. He wanted to find his comrades. That was it. Since becoming a Nobody, they were all he he had. Not that it was much, or that he even remembered that he was a nobody then, but it was certainly better than the nothing that he had within him. He developed memories with them, and they all understood the basic need to study the heart, so that they could find their own hearts once again.
He didn't even understand why he had wanted to find them. Just the slight feeling of wanting to, the need to find them, the fact that they were important to him in any manner, was enough for him. And then the memories showed him what he was. They took him from his own paradise of what things had been like for him, way back when he had a heart. To remind him. And now he wasn't sure what he needed, or wanted to do. Or maybe he did, but the action just wasn't logical enough to achieve.
Zexion walked over just in time to see Wisemon wave to a figure with a white pointed hat on his head. A matching cape hid the majority of his clothing, save for his brown boots. A staff with a snowflake shaped tip was hooked across his back. Eventually, the figure joined the fun, chasing Calumon and the DigiGnomes. "Who is that?"
"Sorcermon. Brought Roxas. Couldn't repair." Wisemon sighed in a nostalgic fashion, climbing out the window and levitating in the air. "Student. One of four. Done great things."
"I see." Zexion moved to sit on the window ledge. He still couldn't believe that Wisemon and Mystimon still wanted to teach him even after his recent mishaps. He wondered if he really had the potential to learn or if they were just teaching him because he was a danger to himself or someone else. They seemed to have a lot of faith in him. If only he had the same faith within himself. "Who were your other students."
Wisemon wagged a finger, shaking his head. "Meet them one day?" He looked back with a slight smirk. Zexion blinked. Apparently that question was off limits. "Over ten years. Not sense. Past." Wisemon frowned and turned back around. "Very recent. One."
"Sorcermon?" Zexion looked up at the moon shining brightly in the sky. Somehow, he expected this world to have something a bit more crazy. Like three moons or something.
"Middle." Zexion nodded. One he had taught a long time ago, but hasn't sensed or found him for over ten years. He had taught another very recently, and Sorcermon was taught sometime between when the first and third student had been taught.
Zexion blinked as a thought came to him head. "Exactly how old are you?" Wisemon twitched and Zexion found himself yelling in surprise as he went flying back into the room.
AN: Hello there Roxas. Hope you survive. :D
The thought came to me that people may be annoyed with Wisemon's speech pattern. It's done on purpose, and if you can stand it to get past chapter one, (there's two more parts), you're good.
Thank you all for reading! I hope you're enjoying the journey so far! 3