Just a Suvivor
Originally Written:Wednesday July 29th 2009 103AM to Sunday November 1st 2009 859PM and Sunday November 1st 2009 902PM to Monday, November 2nd, 2009, 1131PM
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.
A/N: Took a week-ish -cough-10days-cough- off to focus on Christmas related matters a.k.a some last minute crocheting and the like On another note, I survived the apocalypse and all I have to show it is this crappy sentence. Lovely. With that said, onto the last chapter of this part!
Why did he say he wanted to help Zexion anyway? Not even Axel or Demyx struck much of a chord within him. Zexion certainly didn't either. And he wasn't very keen on finding people who were just using him for his own gain. Why did he tell Zexion that crucial detail to being with? He could have just left it where he originally wanted to. Zexion wouldn't have been none the wiser, for a little while at least.
Now he'd be lucky if Zexion even acknowledged him. Roxas looked down at the thick encyclopedia in his arms. No dice for that one. The second Zexion woke, he shut himself in his lexicon. He only came out to eat, shower, use the restroom and sometimes grab a few books. When he did come out Roxas didn't exist to him. He'd just quietly pluck his lexicon out of Roxas' hands and go off somewhere. For some reason or another, Wisemon or Mystimon kept giving him back the book.
A few days ago, he remembered hearing Wisemon talking to Zexion. And boy was Zexion angry. Something was making him lose complete control of his emotions.
Roxas looked up, scrunching his face in thought. It always came back down to Zexion's display of emotions. Emotions he shouldn't have. It reminded him of Demyx's near constant explanations of "We do to have hearts!" Then again, it was very hard to tell if Demyx was actually serious. Axel was probably the only one who knew the answer that one. "How can a nobody have such strong emotional outbursts?" Roxas looked up at the clouds. Above him, a Digignome was laughing. "Those things are always so, happy. I don't see why." He lightly drummed his fingers on Zexion's lexicon. "It doesn't make sense. What in the world is driving him?"
The book slowly slid off of Roxas's lap onto the grass. Wisemon and Mystimon were out traveling again, or something like that. He was too worried about the many ways Zexion could mentally torture him while they were gone to focus on what they had left to do. Still, it didn't feel right to him to just leave the lexicon all by it's lonesome.
"You're annoying, you know that." Roxas said quietly the clouds.
"This entire thing is annoying." Roxas sharply turned and looked up at Zexion. Wisps of darkness surrounded his hands and his lexicon was nowhere to be seen. "Stop carrying me around." Zexion spoke venomously. He then walked around Roxas and into the forest. Roxas folded his arms and sighed.
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Zexion slowly climbed a tall tree and watched the scenery around him from one of the lower branches. He rested a hand on his lap, and brushed his bangs out of his eyes with the other hand. "The nerve of him to act as though he even cares now."
"Other side. Many stories. Look."
'The end result is he left. It doesn't matter how you look at it.' Zexion clenched his fists on his pants. He was certainly trying to take Wisemon's words into consideration. Especially since Roxas would probably follow him around once he left. 'If Roxas had any more urges of betrayal, it would be best for me to know any source of motivation for it.' Zexion scrunched up his face in thought. 'Did Roxas leave because he thought we'd take him out first? Did he have any intentions of taking us out before that happened? He was forever attempting to run away from the Organization, looking for his other self.' Zexion chuckled to himself whispering, "What a stupid thought to have. You don't take out a keyblade wielder, unless of course they..." Zexion blinked, 'No no no. He brought that upon himself. He could've just shut up and done what he was supposed to do. Some things you just don't question. In the end, we all would've gotten our hearts returned to us. Even if that experiment had failed, we would've been one step closer to understanding.'
"We'll take him by surprise."
"We'll be all stealth-like and stuff."
"I just said that."
"Hush up!"
"He won't know what hit him."
Zexion look up at hearing the voices. Apparently, three females were badly failing at whispering. Zexion carefully and slowly moved from branch to branch, careful not to make much noise. He was reminded of the time Mystimon dared him that he'd be no good at hide and seek. He had been good, lasting quite a while before Mystimon found him. He learned lots of things that day. Still Mystimon had been better.
Zexion willed himself to shield his energies. That was how Mystimon found him. Following the energy trail he left behind. Mystimon had said if he had been the same species as Zexion, he would've found him within minutes.
"Hey...where'd he go?"
"Sis, don't tell me you lost him?"
"Ok I won't!" Zexion watched amused as one of the females smacked her forehead annoyed.
'These three again.' Zexion folded his arms leaning against a tree. Witchmon. They were all dressed in long tight, blood red gowns, adorned with black belts with silver buckles and silver chains. Long blood red gloves covered their large, sharp nailed hands. Their boots were black with pointed toes. All three wore long flowing black cloaks. A blood red witch's hat with a black band, adorned with a gold buckle in the shape of a cat's head sat on each of their heads. At the pointed tips of the hats were single gold rings. They all looked the same, as though they could pass for triplets, with their wide blue eyes and black painted lips. The only thing that differed between them was their hair color. Even the style was the same, framing around their faces, and cut short, just above the chin. From what Zexion remembered, the last time he had a run in with these particular Witchmon, one's hair was blood red, another was blond, and the last had deep blue hair.
Still, even from the way they were acting, which hadn't changed from the first time he encountered them, Zexion wasn't overly confident. Last time, he had run from them. However, last time, he had no idea how his powers even worked. This time would be different.
"Ooh ooh! Found him!" Zexion turned around sharply. The redhead was staring at him, pointing and screaming quite loudly. Zexion called out as he lost his balance on the tree branch and found himself falling. Meanwhile, one of the girl's facepalmed. Zexion managed to grab hold of another branch.
'That was embarrassing.' Zexion mentally noted. "What are you three doing here?" Zexion called, looking up.
"The first time was training." The bluenette said calmly. "This time it's for real."
"We heard that you've been hanging around a few Wizardmon." The blond one laughed. Sort of a high pitched squeal, making Zexion cringe, much like the sound of nails against a chalkboard.
"Maybe we'll get a nice reward too!" The redhead called out.
"Shush!" The blond yelled. The bluenette facepalmed.
"Hey, where'd he go?" The redhead looked around.
"He won't get very far. Ladies." The bluenette rose her hands to the sky and looked at her sister's, one in front of her and the other behind. The other two followed.
"Baru Luna Gale!" A burst of purple fog and a river of water rose from their hands, dropping down around them, in the end resembling a fountain.
Zexion clasped his hands together, speaking a few latin words, a clear barrier of energy surrounding him. The attack came down in waves, bringing Zexion to his knees. Around him leaves fell from the trees, withering, turning into data and disappearing. Tree branches did the same. An upward shower of data accompanied the downpour of poisonous rain.
Zexion's barrier barely held out until the end of the move. Zexion rested on his knees, on all fours, breathing heavily. 'I know I've gotten stronger.' Zexion thought, moving to stand. 'The last time I fought them, Wisemon found me ill and poisoned.'
Zexion called out as the three sped past him at lightning speed, bum rushing him. Their high pitched laughter squealed loudly in his ears.
"Aquari pressure!" A gush of water from all three threw Zexion back towards a tree. Before he hit the tree however, he disappeared in a portal of darkness.
"He's gone again." The redhead folded her arms. "Stop disappearing, idiot!"
The bluenette facepalmed. The blond stared wide eyed at the damage. She watched as the tree they hit, fell to the ground with a loud bang. "Tim-ber."
"Nothing less than impressive for us, ladies." The bluenette replied.
"Either you three are getting extremely lucky today or someone gave you a power boost."
"Why don't you come out and see." The redhead replied. The trio carefully searched around.
Zexion summoned his lexicon from his hiding spot behind a few trees.
"Yeah, we won't hurt you. Much." The bluenette placed her hands on her hips, her steps slow and confident.
"No, I'm good here. Besides, I'm almost positive someone gave you a power boost." Zexion smirked behind the trees. "There's no way you three are intelligent enough to pull off moves like this." The three witches growled.
"You'll rue those words!" The bluenette exclaimed. The winds in the area increased in strength, gusting all around them. "Poison storm!"
The other two jumped in different directions, searching for Zexion. A storm of lexicons and their pages circled around the area. Zexion snuck up behind the blond and covered her mouth before using the wind gusts to throw her into a lexicon. "Try getting out of that." He whispered, turning into the blond. "Get back here!" Zexion yelled his voice perfectly mimicking the blond. Zexion picked up his lexicon as he glided quite easily across the area, calling for himself.
"Aquari Pressure!"
"Wait no!" Zexion in the form of the blond grinned as he circled around the redhead and threw her into the attack. The water tossed her right inside the lexicon. He morphed into the redhead, and took a hit from the bluenette's move. He willed his lexicon to float around in the mess of books, paper and wind.
"Did I get him?" The bluenette ran over to Zexion.
He looked up and glared at her. "No."
"Oops." The bluenette grinned laughing that high pitched laugh. "Sorry. Which way did they go?" Zexion pointed over towards uninjured forest. "Dammit! Come on!" Zexion followed her quiet. "Come on out!"
"Yeah, we're not done yet!" Zexion added for measure. If the bluenette actually bothered to turn around, she would have noticed her sister smirking and snickering.
"Go that way. I'll circle around the other way."
Zexion followed the bluenette's lead, raising his arms. 'Oh, boy...' Zexion moaned mentally willing every bit of himself.
"Baru Luna Gale!" They duo attacked. Zexion was stuck between a cross of groaning annoyed and laughing. He skillfully held up the illusion that he was actually attacking something. In reality he felt quite ridiculous, standing there with his arms held up doing absolutely nothing.
"Ha ha! Take that! Human!"
Zexion ignored that statement, cloned himself, jumped away from his clone, and tiptoed off. He walked calmly through the trees. Miss redhead was currently stuck in an illusion of her beating the crap out of him. "Now to get the other two out of my book. Who knows what damage they've done to it?" Zexion took a minute to rest, leaning against a tree. He then picked up the pace to his book, preferring not to waste anymore energy on levitating.
Zexion clutched his torso. He fell to his knees calling out.
"That."
"Wasn't."
"NICE!" A few feet in front of him, stood the blond and the redhead. Their clothes were tattered and torn, and it was quite clear that they both took quite a beating. Zexion's book fell to the floor with a thud. Zexion called out as the two witches rushed him and slammed him into a tree. In the distance he could hear another voice yell, "What in the-that hooligan!"
"Dammit." Zexion tried to move. Unfortunately, he was unable to. Zexion's skin paled and he began breathing heavily.
"We gotcha! We gotcha!"
"Poison."
He heard the bluenette continue. "Baru Luna Gale!"
"You know what's really not nice? Three on ONE!" Zexion looked up to find Roxas grabbing the redhead and blond by the arms and throwing them towards Zexion. This time, the bluenette directed her move so it was a single powerful stream. Zexion disappeared into a portal of darkness. Zexion appeared a few feet behind Roxas, just in time to see the two witches scream as they were hit with their sibling's attack.
"What are you doing here?" Zexion whispered.
"It's pretty hard not to notice a gigantic cloud of purple hovering over the forest." Zexion looked him up from his position on the ground and noticed the Digignome circling round Roxas.
"Mmmmhm." Zexion replied.
Roxas knelt next to Zexion, "That's not important though." Roxas pulled out a small jar full of a light violet mixture. "Drink that."
"Behind you!" Zexion called out. Roxas quickly tossed the jar to Zexion who surprisingly caught it, took out Oblivion and Oathkeeper, and spun around. He had managed to hit the redhead and blond right in their torsos, but he wasn't fast enough to get the bluenette. She grabbed Roxas by his short ginger hair. Roxas went flying above and past Zexion, his keyblades just barely missing Zexion's sides. Zexion stood, tossed the empty bottle aside and ran over to his lexicon.
"Take this!" The remaining witches thrust out their hands towards Zexion. Zexion barely managed to get some cover by a tree before a strong gust of wind came rushing by. Zexion stared at the tree, intrigued watching as the wind slowly stripped the tree of it's bark. The bluenette sped past Zexion from behind, dropping Roxas on him. The two tumbled forward from behind the tree and were bombarded with the attack. "Aquari Pressure!"
The duo, mainly Roxas, Zexion just grunted loudly, screamed as they went crashing through tree after tree. They stopped a few yards away tumbling to the ground, getting tangled in each others limbs. Zexion pushed Roxas off of him, sighing annoyed.
"That went well." Roxas stood slowly summoning his keyblades once more.
"Yes, it was quite impressive for a backstabber and someone who's not used to physical altercations."
"You know...I wish you would. Quit. Calling. Me. That!" Roxas threw Oblivion. It circled around Zexion. Zexion slightly winced as he heard the three girls scream. "Marluxia was a traitor too. You had to be blind not to see he was up to something using Larxene and Namine."
Zexion mumbled something or other and thrust his hand out to the side. His lexicon was replaced with a blood red and black broadsword. A thick red liquid was dripping from it. "What is your point?"
Roxas caught Oblivion as it returned to him. "I don't see you spitting out his name in disgust the few times you've brought him up. AUGH!" Roxas cringed as they screeched in laughter.
"You're gonna get it."
"Yeah! We're totally gonna beat you!"
"I just said that."
"Shut. Up."
The duo were forced to block and dodge the three witches, speeding past them on their broom sticks. It was nothing short of hard as the Witchmon were attacking with wind and water as well. Roxas, being faster than Zexion dodged easier.
"For your information, my job in Castle Oblivion was to keep Marluxia at bay and prevent him from using Sora to take us out. The difference between you and Marluxia is Marluxia didn't leave and come back just to slaughter the remaining members!"
"Oh yes, that makes all the difference!" Roxas yelled getting a lucky shot on the bluenette. She went tumbling into the distance with a scream, crashing past a few trees. "We all know it's way better to kill someone so long as you stay with them until you do. Act like you're their friend, supporting them, but using them at the same time for your own gain. And when you're done with them, let the blood rain down. They won't mind in the end because you stayed with them." Zexion froze, lowering his arm. "I guarantee you that if any of you actually had the ability to care about me, I would have stayed. But none of you do. Even if you had truly tried." Behind him, Roxas lowered his head, a few tears streaming down his face. Suddenly Roxas looked up. The redhead and blond were glaring at him. They both smirked. Roxas turned grabbed Zexion, throwing him out of the way, just as a torrent of poisoned water came rushing towards them.
"Aquari pressure!"
Zexion slowly looked up to his left. In the distance, lied Roxas, surrounded by toppled trees.
"We got you now for sure!"
"You're a dead nobody!"
"Shut! Up!"
"Ow! What was that for!?"
"You're not supposed to know that, idiot!"
Zexion ignored the trio in favor of dodging the bluenette's attacks and getting to Roxas. Zexion pulled out Roxas from underneath a few trees. Luckily, he had no bruises. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you do that?"
"Why wouldn't I?" Roxas attempted to sit up, only to fall back against the ground.
"You're confusing as a person, you know that?"
Roxas chuckled softly. Zexion looked through his Organization coat. He clenched his fists upon discovering that he didn't have any potions on him. "I'll be alright. Let me catch my breath."
"You can barely stand, Roxas."
"He won't have a need to." Zexion looked over to the three Witches, slowly advancing towards them.
"Yeah, you'll be dead before you know it." They rose their arms to the sky.
Zexion place a hand on Roxas's shoulder before standing. "I'll take care of this." Zexion directed his view towards the three Witchmon.
"Baru Luna Gale!"
The red liquid dripping from Zexion's blade turned into medium sized red spheres . Pitch black sphere's appeared in the area as well. Zexion levitated off of the ground. The sphere's of red and black swirled around the area, leaving long streams of red and black. Roxas looked down at his hands. Periodically he'd glow, and a few sphere's of bright off-white energy would join the attack. "Now you see me-" Roxas looked up just as Zexion disappeared. The three witches screamed in a mix of high pitched horror and pain. "Now you don't."
Roxas watched wide eyed as the trio were mercilessly slashed in half. There was a dark look in Zexion's eyes. His head was bowed, and the data from the trio floated up to the sky around him. Their corporeal forms were turned into strips of multicolored data, before they burst into data completely. Their screams still echoed off the trees and in the air. "Not even a chance to speak..." Roxas thought, watching as Zexion's eye's closed, and he fell to the ground.
Roxas looked at the data for a bit, before slowly moving to stand. He was sure he had some Antidotes back at Wisemon's place. Roxas staggered in place, and made his way over to Zexion slowly, leaning over trees. The data of the Witchmon still floated around them. The Digignome that was following Roxas looked a bit worried, but Roxas never noticed. He held his stomach tightly, and kneeled next to Zexion. He wrapped a hand around Zexion and moved to stand.
There wasn't much to say at the moment. Zexion was out cold, and Roxas wasn't even sure he wanted to know exactly what made Zexion do such a thing to those Witchmon in such a fashion. They didn't even know what hit them.
"Get...up..."
Roxas stopped walking and looked down at Zexion. Except, Zexion was still out cold. He did moan in pain however. Roxas looked around watched the data of the Witchmon float around.
"Get up..."
"What in the-?" Roxas continued looking around. He rested Zexion up against a tree and summoned Oathkeeper. At least that's what he planned to summon. He stared at Oblivion in his hands.
"I'm not done with you." The voice echoed for a third time. It was a dark and deep voice. Sinister. The voice chuckled darkly, and the sparkles swirling around combined in a center point a few feet in front of Roxas. It merged into the multicolored bars of data.
"This can't be good." Roxas reached for his other keyblade. Before he could however, the look of a being, a female, wearing a red belly shirt, and a multitude of bangles and earrings, appeared before him. Her arms were nearly the entire height of her body, ending with sharp red claws, the very tips were shiny and silver. Her body was differing shades of brown, save for her legs, which were thick and strong, with the detail of leopard print on them. Her toes were equally dangerously clawed as her fingers and she stared at Roxas with a mischievous look in her eyes. Her two long brown tails swayed eagerly and her cat ears twitched just as much, listening for other sounds around the area. Her long bright red braided hair swayed in the wind as she winked at Roxas with a slight smirk.
She landed nimbly on the ground, barely making a sound. She waved her hand as though she was saying hello, her hand crossing over her face as she winked again. Roxas just stared in a trance. And then she raised her arms, and swayed her hips side to side. Roxas watched on, swaying in beat with her. She slowly turned away as she swayed her hips. And then she looked back at Roxas, winking again.
"Kill...him..."
Roxas barely registered the wave of energy that was launched towards him. Unfortunately, he was too dazed to do anything about it, and was thrown back by the attack. He tumbled over on himself for a few feet before skidding to a halt, folded on top of himself. Oblivion landed next to him, it's handle hitting his foot.
The Digimon swayed slowly, grinning behind the purple veil covering the lower half of her face, baring the fangs of a beast. "Get up cutie." She whispered.
Roxas slowly moved, gripping Oblivion tightly. "Who are you?" He growled out annoyed, doing his best not to pitch forward.
"You just fought us a minute ago!" She called out sending a wave of icy wind towards Roxas and Zexion. Zexion fell to the side against the earthy ground.
"What in the-?"
"I'll be sure to tell your friend that Persiamon was the one to kill you. Right before we kill him of course." She charged at him quickly. Roxas was just barely quick enough to dodge. He countered by striking her back. She went down like a pile of bricks. Roxas called out Oathkeeper, ignoring the dark voice chuckling. It felt as though it were right next to him, but there was nothing there. It creeped Roxas out a bit.
Persiamon pushed herself up by her feet, to a handstand. She used her long legs to grab Roxas around his neck and toss him to the ground. Roxas slashed at her sides in the process. She flipped over and jumped back, sending a blast of cold air that froze Roxas' legs. The ice spread, covering Roxas completely. Then Persiamon jumped forward towards Roxas, and stabbed the block of ice that he was encased in. The ice broke, shattering, causing Roxas a world of pain. Cuts littered his frame.
He breathed heavily, lying on the ground, moaning in pain. He gripped his keyblades tightly, and willed himself to stand.
"Finish him..." The voice echoed again.
"Gladly." Persiamon grinned and moved to stab him again. Just in the nick of time, Roxas brought up his keyblades to block the move. He swung his foot around and tripped her up. Persiamon fell down on her back with a scream.
Roxas quickly stood and stabbed his keyblades into the ground on either side of her so they crossed round her neck. "Who is this voice? Who are you working for?"
"You'd never live long enough to meet him. Even if I told you." She replied in a bitter whisper. She then used Roxas' previous move against him and this time he went down. Roxas called his keyblades back to him to block her stabbing move once more. He used Oblivion to slash at her side, and when she moved to block, he hit her with Oathkeeper.
'This one's stubborn.' Roxas thought annoyed. He leaned against Oathkeeper as he stood. His eyesight going blurry. 'And I'm almost out of energy. I don't have time for this.' Roxas looked over to Zexion. He was still unconscious.
Persiamon took this opportunity to strike Roxas in his torso. A slew of sparkling data flew out of the three slashes she left on his stomach. Roxas went tumbling to the ground toppling over himself once more. "Vampire Dance!" Roxas felt his energy draining from him. With the last bits of his strength he threw Oathkeeper as hard as he could.
'Right in the stomach.' He smiled before falling to his back as he heard her screams. 'Take that.' And the world went dark for him.
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Roxas looked across from him. Persiamon sat in a locked room tied up in a chair, under interrogation by Wisemon and Mystimon. Zexion stood next to him. Just waking up a few minutes ago.
"What happened? And what are they doing?" Zexion questioned. He had a slight smile on his face and was gripping his chest lightly.
"Well, after you did your crazy attack, this strange voice called out." Roxas shivered, "It sounded really evil. Worse than Saix and Xemnas on their worst days. And then Persiamon appeared. Merged from the data of the Witchmon or something like that."
"Then what happened?"
Roxas shook his head, "I sucked ass. That's what happened." Zexion snickered and rolled his eyes. "I was poisoned, so I ran out of energy before the fight was really over. I think I hit her right in the stomach though." Roxas looked at the bandages tied around her torso.
"I see." Zexion replied. The duo watched as Wisemon untied Persiamon and two Wizardmon led her towards the door.
"Hey Zexion?" Roxas looked over to the slightly taller male.
"Hmm?"
Persiamon passed them, squinting her eyes. She pouted annoyed and folded her arms before she was led out.
"Thanks." Roxas replied. "I know you still don't forgive me and stuff but-"
"I don't. And you were the one who took that hit for me regardless. Good start." Zexion looked over to Wisemon and Mystimon and nodded.
"You seem different."
"Do I?" Zexion replied with a sly smirk.
"Something happened out there."
"I guess something did." Zexion replied before walking inside the room. "She looked like she didn't remember us."
"She doesn't." Mystimon replied. "She doesn't remember a thing. She doesn't even remember that she was actually three different beings. Someone wiped her mind good." Mystimon glanced at Wisemon. Wisemon slightly raised his hand. "Not saying that it was you old friend!" Mystimon coughed nervously.
"Good. Controlled." Wisemon replied.
"The one controlling her must've been the one speaking then." Roxas replied.
"Obviously." Wisemon replied snarkily. "Pathetic." He walked passed Roxas and Zexion and smacked them both upside the head. "Faint before battle done!?" He yelled. "Nearly died! Down the drain!" Wisemon threw his hands up annoyed.
Zexion cringed. Wisemon was not a Digimon who enjoyed noticing that his apprentices learned information but never really learned how to process and work with that information. The duo bowed their heads, shamed. Zexion remembered how he prided himself with being stronger against Witchmon than he previously was.
"However," Wisemon turned and placed a hand on Zexion's shoulder. "Dimension Door?" Zexion smiled slightly and bowed his head. He could tell that Wisemon was smiling at him as well. Wisemon nodded his head. "Found it?"
Zexion looked off to the side, "I...I...don't know." He shifted his eyes back and forth, 'I'm not even sure if I want to anymore.' He thought to himself, a hand lightly pressed over his chest.
Roxas watched on slightly confused, 'Did Zexion find his heart during that battle? Or some part of it or something?' He watched Zexion fidget nervously, As though the male was confused himself.
Mystimon smiled and slapped a hand on Zexion's other shoulder, "Either way, I think he's got some potential. Don't you?"
Wisemon just turned away and spoke softly, "Much learn. Training. Continue. Indeed."
"Wait a minute!" Roxas jumped up and pointed towards Wisemon, "How do you know Zexion used Dimension Door?"
Zexion lifted his head, scrunching his face up in thought. "Roxas has a point. Were you there?" Zexion shook his head, "But you weren't anywhere near the mansion or in the forests all day. Then again, that's what it looked like, you guys have been gone for quite a while." Zexion spoke softly to himself, scratching his chin in thought.
"Yeah, I wanna know!" Roxas clenched his fists eager for the answer. Wisemon looked back at them, and then left, his shoulder's shaking with a chuckle.
"Beat us in a fight, and we'll tell you." Mystimon worked his way around the two males.