Just a Survivor

Originally Written: Wednesday July 22nd 2009, 1149PM – Wednesday July 29th 2009, 103AM

AN: Andthe writing spree continues! Thank you all for reading! I hope you enjoy. -Walks away mumbling about stubborn Daddy Dearest characters.-

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.

Zexion rubbed at his nose, slightly annoyed. He walked through the halls of the now completely rebuilt estate, intent on finding Roxas. Wisemon was outside waiting for him. Zexion folded his arms; the thought annoyed him. Wisemon completely switched his focus from him to Roxas. It was as though he was chopped liver. He hid it behind the excuse that he really couldn't teach him any more, but Zexion knew he wanted a keyblade wielder up on his feet ready to defend the world at the ready. It had Zexion wondering why Wisemon decided to train him in the first place. Not even Zexion's previous want to find his friends would've persuaded Wisemon and Mystimon to train him. So...why? Why did they bother him to just throw him away?

Zexion shook his head. He was getting too melodramatic. Still, it was unfortunate that he had to end his streak of avoiding Roxas. Now that he actually remembered his past experiences, Roxas didn't follow him or Wisemon around like a lost puppy. Zexion stopped in his tracks, now that he thought about it, he hadn't even had to work much to avoid Roxas. Was Roxas avoiding him like he was Roxas?

He scowled and looked off to the side, inhaling deeply. His sinuses had held up better against Roxas' "light scent" since the young boy arrived. Now he could be around Roxas or those Digignomes without bursting out into a sneezing fit, not that he saw the Digignomes around much these days. The more Roxas healed the fewer he saw. And not that he actually wanted to be around Roxas anyway. He was more content watching Roxas get his butt kicked by Wisemon without the Ultimate level Digimon even touching him. Ah, the memories that brought back. Unfortunately, his own sessions weren't anywhere near as intense as Roxas' were.

Zexion knocked on the door in front of him, willing himself to get rid of the ridiculous scowl on his face. "Roxas?" Zexion called out.

"You finally decided to talk to me again?" Roxas called out from behind the door.

"Only because it's necessary. Wisemon wants us for training."

"Both of us?" Zexion heard shuffling around in the room. Something crashed to the floor and Roxas yelped. Zexion remained silent. "I'm ok, thanks for asking."

"Good for you." Zexion replied, folding his arms and staring at the ground.

The door opened and Roxas stepped out from the doorway. Roxas looked downcast at the floor for a few moments while the two stood in silence. Then he looked up and grinned. He lightly poked Zexion's chest. It was quite amusing. Roxas was pretty sure Zexion was older than him, but still, he was only just a few inches taller. Was he tall, or was Zexion just that short? "Come on then. I wanna see if Wisemon'll let you and I go at it instead of one on one."

"Why? You think you can beat me?"

Roxas turned around, grinning again, like that kid, Sora. "I probably could. But that's not the point. We both have to get stronger. Plus, Wisemon said he'll see if there's anything else he could teach me." Roxas turned back around and ran off.

Zexion stared at Roxas' back before Roxas disappeared around the corner. He blinked as something light landed on his head. Then he restrained himself from jumping when he heard laughter. 'A Digignome.' He thought. "I wonder what's on his mind?" Zexion shook his head, "Not that I care." The DigiGnome seemed to mock Zexion with it's childlike teasing laughter. Zexion scowled annoyed. He then placed a hand on his chest, slowly walking down the hall. The Digignome "laughed" again and flew off. "I'm not..." Zexion murmured to himself. "I do not have the means to be..."

"Be what?"

Zexion turned around sharply, "Sir Mystimon."

Mystimon looked down at Zexion with a knowing eye. He pet the DigiGnome sitting on his shoulder, "There's no need to think what you're thinking."

Zexion clenched his fists, "You...forget about me for weeks and then have the gall to talk about how you still know me?! The nerve!"

Mystimon grinned, "Why so angry?"

"I am not-" Zexion looked away.

Mystimon's soft laughter rang through the hallway. "Come on, we should go before Wisemon throws a fit."

"And I'm not jealous of Roxas either!" Zexion yelled to his back, positively red in the face.

"Sure you aren't!"

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Wisemon threw his hands up in defeat. The two orbs circled around him faster than ever. "Hopeless!" Mystimon was laughing, not bothering to restrain himself from falling to the soft grass. "Hopeless! Hopeless! Hopeless!" Zexion lied on his back with Mystimon lying at his feet. He was covered in all sorts of cuts and bruises. His cloak was thrown haphazardly to the side. One of Mystimon's many broadswords punctured the ground between Zexion's spread out arm and side. Roxas sat on the ground a few feet behind him, shaking, eyes wide with horror. Or was it shock? He was staring down at Oathkeeper which currently had a large section of his bangs embedded into the ground. To the left and right of him was Zexion's own blade, a blood red and black broadsword once belonging to Mystimon, and Oblivion, which had sliced off his right wristband and left a crazy vertical gash down his right arm from the elbow to the wrist. Blood and a few specks of data flowed out the wound.

"You two...," Mystimon laughed some more, "are very lucky...we're just training you."

"Hush!" Wisemon whacked Mystimon upside the head with a staff. "Despicable!"

"It wasn't too bad for our first try working together like that." Roxas whispered.

"Bleeding arm." Wisemon snarled out. Suddenly the pain of Roxas' wound registered and Roxas screamed in shock. He rolled back and applied pressure to his arm.

"You two are insane!"

Zexion smirked. To his knowledge, he hadn't been hurt, just knocked around, knocked to the ground, and disarmed.

"I missed you on purpose." Mystimon's voice boomed over him. "If I had made sure my blade hit you, you'd have no left arm. Zexion finally noticed the broadsword sitting very close in range with his left shoulder joint. "Other Digimon won't be as nice. You two were so pathetic, I almost can't believe I spent time training you two. Put whatever you are feeling for Roxas aside, Zexion. On the battlefield, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and that's it."

Roxas stared at Zexion and Mystimon. 'Greeeaaattttt,' Roxas moaned, 'I bet he already knows and wants to kill me.' Roxas shivered watching as Wisemon threw a first aid kit to Mystimon. "Don't move," Mystimon spoke while he caught the kit and pulled out his blade. Zexion stayed perfectly still.

"Don't stare like idiot!" Wisemon yelled. A staff went flying towards Oathkeeper, and hit the handle with enough strength to launch it back. Oathkeeper kicked up dirt and grass, and flipped back. Roxas fell back with a grunt of distress as Oathkeeper's handle whacked him upside the forehead. Roxas stared up at Oathkeeper. The tip of the blade floated just inches above his head. "Tell! Him!"

Roxas ignored the pain in his arm in order to quickly scramble out of the way, calling back Oblivion in the process. Zexion's own blade turned into a Lexicon and fell to the ground with a loud thud. Wisemon lowered his arm and Oathkeeper fell to the ground like a stack of toyblocks, leaving a keychain in it's wake. Zexion sat up slowly and looked back at Roxas. "Tell me what?"

Mystimon dropped the first aid kit in Zexion's lap. "We can't train immature children. Hopefully you two can resolve whatever differences you have or something." Wisemon was long gone. Mystimon wasn't too far behind.

"What just happened?" Roxas looked over at Zexion.

"They beat us, horribly. Trying to change the subject?" Zexion returned Roxas' gaze.

Roxas looked away. "For now at any rate." He mumbled. He moved to pick up Oathkeeper's keychain and then Zexion's lexicon. "This thing is heavy. How do you carry it?" Roxas slowly made his way over to Zexion.

"I don't. You know that." Zexion stood, still holding the first aid kit. He turned around and headed to the long raised wooden walkway surrounding the estate. "But you can carry it. You need the muscle gain."

"Are you sure? I may get blood on it..." Zexion quickly called the weapon back to the shadows. "Thanks." Roxas sat next to him.

Zexion looked up at the drip trail of blood Roxas left behind him. He noticed the way it had soaked into his pants. That would be a pain to get out. "Wisemon is like me. He's not very strong physically, so he enhances himself with magic. Unlike me, he can still work without a book or staff. Though, I'm sure if we had focused on the sphere's surrounding him, we would have gotten him." Zexion said softly, tending to Roxas' wound slowly and delicately. Roxas looked away. "He enhances his physical strength with his own energy if needed. Like when he cleanly knocked Oathkeeper out the ground. He poured his energy from deep within him, up his torso, straight through his arm and out the tips of his fingers into the staff to enhance his throw." Zexion went on.

Roxas nodded slowly, "Is that how you hold your book?"

"Yes." Zexion replied. "It's just my own energy being released with enough constant force to keep it away from my body without launching it at someone. I could launch it, but that would be heavily disgraceful to something that has saved my life many times, or any book for that matter."

"Or it would take too much energy." Roxas looked at Zexion with a slight smirk.

Zexion pushed him lightly. He then went back to tending to Roxas. "What were you going to tell me?"

"Nothing. Until Wisemon brought it up. Trying to change the subject?" Roxas looked away, drumming his free hand against his pants leg. "I just don't know how to word it yet."

"Then just say it." Zexion stopped, and looked up at Roxas. "Act like that emotional keyblade wielding other half of yours and just blurt it out already." Zexion smacked a hand over his mouth. He really wasn't sure if Roxas knew that.

"You know...it would have been nice if any of the others, including you, had told me that..." Roxas replied, "It would have been nice to know. To drag me around like I was a puppet-"

"You technically were.-"

"No wonder I left. All of us were." Roxas turned his head even further. He could feel Zexion's eyes boring into the back of his skull.

"You...what?"

"I left. I left the Organization to find Sora."

Zexion breathed in deeply, running a bloody hand through his gray locks. He blinked quickly, massaging his eyes. "Talk. Now."

Roxas sighed, and told the story. What Zexion really needed to know at any rate. About how he left, and how Riku and DiZ eventually caught up with him, kicked his behind, and threw him in a virtual version of Twilight Town. How Axel had been sent to either bring him back or kill him. How Namine helped him to find out who the heck Sora was and how he was sleeping in Castle Oblivion. He told Zexion practically every single detail he remembered. How Sora woke, with himself sealed right in him, wondering why the other members of Organization XIII were calling Sora, Roxas as he beat them up one by one in his quest to seal worlds. How he saw through Sora's eyes that the Organization was manipulating Sora to build Kingdom Hearts for them, so that they one day, may recover their own hearts. How Sora eventually found Riku and Kairi, and how Namine merged back with Kairi like he did with Sora. How Xemnas was more of a madman than Saix could ever be, absorbing the power of the Kingdom Hearts the Organization tried to create and then went on about completely destroying The World That Never Was. Absolutely everything. Roxas didn't think there was a single detail he left out that Zexion absolutely needed to know aside from:

"The craziest part about this is...Sora would have never woken up if I hadn't merged with him."

Roxas waited for it to set in. When he felt Zexion grip his wounded arm tightly, he knew it had. He winced, gritting his teeth, feeling Zexion's own dark energies burn and sizzle against Roxas' skin. Suddenly, Zexion released a large burst of strength and he went flying a few feet ahead of Zexion. He arched his back with a cry of pain as he landed. Slowly Roxas turned over. He wasn't sure if he deserved that throw, but was glad it seemed like it was all he was getting.

Zexion breathed heavily, his fists clenched in anger, "I'd call you heartless, but the definition you and I know doesn't exactly suit you." He spat out. Roxas rose to a kneeling position, eyes in shock. He could practically feel the waves of anger just wafting off of Zexion's form.

"Zexion-"

"I know, you jerk!" Zexion wiped the tears from his eyes. His other hand gripped his chest tightly. "It wouldn't be so bad if you had just left. But nooooo, you left, came back and hunted them like animals! You! Murdered! Them!"

"Zexion...I'm-" Roxas slowly moved to a standing position. He held a hand out slowly. Zexion's energy sparked and sizzled in the air. Roxas need to be careful. Zexion had a good chunk of a year to get this strong.

"Don't. You. Dare." Zexion's broadsword went flying past Roxas' frame. Zexion's frame shook heavily, his eyes wide, tears streaming down his face. He breathed heavily trying to hold himself upright. Roxas looked on, concerned, but too afraid of the energy oozing off of Zexion to move. Finally, after a period of silence, save for Zexion's own inner struggle, did Roxas move for his fellow Organization member. Zexion fell to his knees, his arms wrapped tightly around his chest. "W-what is this...?" Zexion whispered out, breathing heavily. Sweat coated his frame. A few strands of his hair was coated with the blood from Roxas' wound.

"Zexion..." Roxas held a hand out, slowly inching towards Zexion's shoulder as he knelt next to him.

Zexion pushed him away harshly. "Don't touch me!" Caught off guard, Roxas fell back on his rear end. "This isn't possible." Zexion spoke hurriedly, "It's just not."

Roxas felt incredibly stupid. He had an idea of what was going on, but seriously, this looked nothing like what happened when he found Sora. Even if he did know what to do, Zexion wasn't about to let him near him.

"I-I can't believe you." Zexion spat out.

Roxas focused on the cement sidewalk underneath him, "I know that you wanted to find the others. That-"

"You don't know anything." Zexion practically snarled out. This energy, this despair. Zexion badly attempted to breath deeply. He was sure he could kill a person at this very moment. He wasn't very pleased with that. And he certainly felt horrible. "Not possible." Zexion gritted his teeth. Empowered. Yes. When was the last time he felt that? When he was about to fight Riku? But even then, it wasn't this...strong.

"Mystimon told me." Roxas said a little louder.

"He doesn't know anything either. Neither of them do!" Zexion screamed.

'This...is his power?' Mystimon though, looking around the slowly appearing residential area. He looked over to Wisemon, who was standing on his left. 'No wonder you're interested in him old friend.'

"When you first came here, how you thought that if you were here there was a chance that the others were too!" Roxas clenched his fists. He blinked quickly, his eyes darting in different directions. From what he could tell, the scenery around him and Zexion was slowly changing.

"Control." Wisemon whispered. Roxas looked up and caught the two Digimon staring at the scene.

'I wonder if we could get to this place one day?' Mystimon thought, no longer focusing on the scene before him as much. 'It looks like a nice human world.'

Wisemon slowly nodded towards Roxas before turning and leaving.

"I want to help you find them!"

"Like you care!" Zexion quickly retorted, "Traitor." He whispered. Slowly Zexion's eye's closed, and he fell forward, out cold. The scene of Radiant Garden's residential area disappeared, and the grassy plains and forests that normally occupied Witchelny returned. Zexion's broadsword turned back into a lexicon. Slowly Roxas picked it up, and walked over to Zexion.

"Is he...?"

"He's fine. Just another of his power overloads. Much of one's power can come from nothing but their feelings, you know." Roxas knelt next to Zexion. He looked absolutely exhausted and much older than what he normally looked like. Roxas looked up at Mystimon confused.

"But he can't feel. He's a nobody. Like me."

"And yet, you felt sadness and wanted to cry over the pain you knew were about to unleash upon Zexion."

"...That's the other side of me talking." Roxas commented, looking back down at Zexion. "The one that actually exists. Zexion doesn't have that."

"Of course not." Mystimon picked up Zexion, a slight smile gracing his face. Roxas followed quietly, wondering.