Chapter 8: Deadpool vs. Aqua - It's About Damn Time!

With the darkened and swirling clouds of darkness overhead, the broken and apocalyptic state of the Land of Departure held its breath for the clash of fan fiction fantasy—Deadpool vs. Aqua.

"Deadpool taking on Aqua, who'd have thunk it, huh?" Deadpool remarked, breaking the fourth wall slightly, holding Bea and Arthur with a firm grip as he looked across the desolated landscape to Aqua, who was more than ready to silence this incessant mercenary.

"Do you ever shut up?" Aqua asked, her voice tinged with annoyance as she got into her defensive position, Rainfell gleaming ominously in her hand.

"Only when the writer isn't giving me dialogue," Deadpool teased, turning to the reader with a wink. "And we all know this writer loves to write quantity over quality at times. Seriously, have you seen the length of some of their chapters?"

Aqua's brow furrowed, visible confusion crossing her face as she tried to work out just what she was dealing with.

"Who are you talking to?" she asked.

"Never mind," Deadpool replied with a dismissive wave, turning his attention back to the out-of-control Keyblade Master. He was about to give her an ultimatum, one last chance to avoid the inevitable clash. "Look, Aqua, you're my favorite ass-kicking Keyblade Master in this complex and, let's be honest, sometimes ridiculously messy universe. Final warning: Stand down and come quietly with me, or I'm going to have to go all Xehanort up in here. And trust me, I will do my best Leonard Nimoy impression just for the giggles. RIP Mr. Spock."

Aqua's expression hardened at the mention of Xehanort, a shadow passing over her features as memories of her past encounters with the dark Master resurfaced. Her grip on Rainfell tightened, the Keyblade humming with dark energy as she steadied herself.

"You have no idea what I've been through," Aqua responded, her voice low and resolute, her grip on Rainfell tightening.

"Well, I kind of do..." Deadpool shot back, shrugging nonchalantly. "I mean, I am kind of Kingdom Hearts Jesus, y'know? I've seen it all, done it all, and didn't even need the Power of Waking to resurrect me... unlike some people."

Aqua's eyes flashed with anger, her patience wearing thin.

"I don't care," she snapped, her voice rising with the intensity of her emotions. "From what I can tell, you're just a joke, Deadpool. An immature, irresponsible—"

"A lovable rogue with a healing factor and a mouth that won't quit?" Deadpool interjected, grinning broadly. "Yeah, I get that a lot. But seriously, Aqua, don't sell me short. I'm more than just a punchline. And right now, I'm the only thing standing between you and a very bad decision."

Aqua's frustration boiled over, her composure slipping as she struggled to contain the darkness swirling inside her.

"You think this is funny? You think I'm just going to back down because you're cracking jokes? This is my life—my friends' lives! Everything I've fought for is slipping away, and you're treating it like some kind of game!"

Deadpool's expression shifted, his usual smirk replaced by a more serious demeanor.

"No, if this was a game, I'd be able to hit you with a boat ride from the Magic Kingdom. But this? This is as serious as serious gets, Aqua. And I'm the one who has to stop you from sending my 13th favorite gaming franchise into oblivion. No pressure, right?"

He cracked his neck, loosening up as he prepared for the inevitable clash.

"Look, the readers have been waiting eight chapters—over 30,000 words—and we've finally gotten to this point. And just to add a little meta sprinkle on top, I'd like to give a shout-out to the real heroes here: Nicochan11, TyTylerBarela100, GameMax10, , Justaguynobigdealallright, and dophynyxD. Thanks for the support, folks. This one's for you!"

Deadpool took a deep breath, the gravity of the situation not lost on him, despite his usual antics.

"Maximum Effort, Aqua. Let's do this."

With that, Deadpool readied his katanas, the blades glinting ominously in the dim light as he faced off against Aqua. The storm of darkness above seemed to grow even more intense, mirroring the brewing storm within Aqua herself.

"I will do what I must to save my home from you and them," Aqua declared, her voice resolute as Rainfell crackled with energy, her determination unwavering.

"Enough!" Deadpool snapped, clearly annoyed as his patience began to wear thin. "You moan at me for talking too much, but look who's monologuing now. Let's do this, Keyblade Master!"

With that, the tension broke like a dam, and the two combatants surged forward, their weapons colliding with a thunderous crash that sent shockwaves through the crumbling Land of Departure.

Aqua

Objective: Stop Aqua and Save the Kingdom Hearts Universe

Battle Music: Hells Bells - AC/DC

As the first notes of Hells Bells rang out through the shattered Land of Departure, Deadpool couldn't help but grin under his mask.

"Oh, so now you have the budget in your imagination to spring for AC/DC? Finally, we're getting somewhere!"

Aqua wasted no time, her frustration fueling her speed as she dashed forward with Rainfell aimed straight for Deadpool. Her movements were fluid and precise, every swing of her Keyblade backed by years of mastery. But Deadpool was ready. With a swift movement, he parried her strike with Bea, the clash of metal against metal echoing through the battlefield.

"Not bad, Aqua," Deadpool quipped as he pushed back against her, his other katana, Arthur, coming up to block her next attack. "But you're not the only one who knows how to play with sharp objects!"

They clashed repeatedly, the force of their strikes sending sparks flying. Deadpool's agility and unpredictability allowed him to keep up with Aqua's relentless assault, his katanas moving with a grace that belied his usual chaotic demeanor.

"These babies are made of adamantium, by the way," Deadpool commented, his voice casual despite the intensity of the fight. "Good old unbreakable metal. Makes for some great slicing and dicing action—just like a Golden Girls marathon on a lazy Sunday."

Aqua's brow furrowed, clearly confused by his seemingly nonsensical banter. But she didn't let it distract her, continuing to press her attack with a series of quick, offensive moves. Each swing of Rainfell was precise and deadly, her Keyblade mastery on full display.

Deadpool parried another blow, spinning around to deliver a counterstrike that Aqua narrowly dodged.

"Tell me, Aqua," he asked, his tone playful even as he remained focused on the fight. "Are you always this stoic, or is that just part of the job description? No wonder DC snagged you to play Thea Queen—you've got the brooding hero thing down to an art."

Aqua's expression was a mix of confusion and annoyance as she tried to make sense of his words.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand half of what you're saying!"

Deadpool grinned, even as he sidestepped another of Aqua's strikes.

"That's the fun of it! Keeps you on your toes, right? But don't think too hard about it—after all, you're just a fictional character from a different universe. Wouldn't want to break that pretty little head of yours trying to figure me out."

Aqua's frustration grew as she realised she couldn't easily predict or understand her opponent. But she couldn't afford to let him get under her skin. With renewed determination, she focused on the fight, her attacks growing even more fierce.

Deadpool, ever the showman, matched her intensity with his own blend of skill and sarcasm. He twirled his katanas expertly, deflecting Aqua's blows with a mixture of finesse and flair.

"You're good, Aqua, really good," he admitted, "but I've seen some weird stuff in my time. And let me tell you, you're up there with the best of them."

The battle continued to rage on, with Hells Bells pounding through the ruins of the Land of Departure like a rock anthem for the end of days. Deadpool's humor and unpredictability clashed brilliantly with Aqua's precision and focus, creating a fight that was as chaotic as it was intense. Every move, every strike, was a testament to the strength and determination of both fighters.

As Aqua swung Rainfell with deadly accuracy, Deadpool ducked under the strike, then backflipping out of range before spinning around with Bea in hand, ready to land a hit. But Aqua was faster—she dodged with a graceful cartwheel, putting distance between them.

Deadpool couldn't help but grin under his mask, lowering his katanas for a brief moment as he straightened up.

"Oh yes, the old Cartwheel dodge mechanic," he said, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "Classic Birth by Sleep move. I see you're still rocking that cartwheel like it's 2010. Honestly, why run when you can twirl around like a gymnast on Red Bull, am I right?"

Aqua, already frustrated by Deadpool's relentless banter, shot him a glare as she landed in her defensive stance.

"What are you talking about?" Aqua demanded, her voice edged with frustration, clearly not understanding his bizarre references.

Deadpool just shrugged, twirling one of his katanas in a showy flourish, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Oh, just admiring your technique, Aqua," he affirmed, his tone almost too casual given the intensity of their battle. "Really takes me back. I mean, you could just run, jump, maybe do that flip jump thing you pull off in Fragmentary Passage—you know, the one with serious air time. But no… you go full-on cartwheel like it's an Olympic event."

Aqua's confusion deepened, her brows knitting together as she tried to make sense of his ramblings.

"What are you—"

"But hey, I get it," Deadpool interrupted, not missing a beat. "Why stick to the basics when you can add some flair, right? Running's for rookies. You're out here cartwheeling like you're auditioning for Cirque du Soleil. It's impressive, really. I mean, who needs logic when you've got style?"

Aqua's frustration boiled over as she realized he wasn't making any sense—at least not in her world.

"This isn't some joke, Deadpool!" she snapped, her voice tinged with anger.

"Oh, I know, Aqua," he replied. "Believe me, I know. But you've got to admit, you've got a killer dodge move. Seriously, maxed out your agility stats, didn't you? Do you get bonus points for landing those flips? Or is that just to make the rest of us feel inadequate?"

The more Deadpool talked, the more irritated Aqua became. But as she opened her mouth to retort, Deadpool cut her off with a teasing lilt in his voice.

"Hey, if you're gonna get fired up, Aqua, you might as well do it literally," Deadpool quipped, giving her a challenging look. "Come on, show me what you've got. I'm ready for it."

Aqua's eyes narrowed, the intensity of her determination clear as she pointed Rainfell directly at Deadpool. Without a moment's hesitation, she uttered, "Triple Firaga."

Deadpool's smirk from under his mask faltered, his bravado slipping just for a second as he processed what she had just said.

"Oh crap…" he muttered, his eye lenses widening as three massive fireballs ignited in the air around Aqua, each one glowing with searing heat and raw magical power.

The Triple Firaga spell shot toward him, the flames roaring with terrifying speed. Deadpool had just enough time to throw himself into a dive, rolling across the ground as the first fireball exploded where he had been standing a split second before. The heat singed his suit, the sheer force of the explosion rattling him to his bones.

"Alright, that's a bit much, don't you think?" he called out as he scrambled to his feet, just in time to see the second Firaga coming his way. "I mean, overkill much?"

With reflexes honed from years of dodging bullets and worse, Deadpool managed to sidestep the second fireball, his heart pounding as the scorching heat grazed past him, leaving the air shimmering with its intensity.

"You asked for this, Deadpool!" Aqua remarked, her voice filled with a mix of anger and determination as she readied herself to jump back into the fray.

The third Firaga came barreling toward him, and Deadpool knew he was out of time and options. Without thinking, he crossed Bea and Arthur in front of him, bracing himself for the impact. The fiery blast slammed into him with the force of a freight train, his katanas barely holding against the overwhelming power.

The explosion was deafening, and the force of the impact sent Deadpool skidding backward across the battlefield, his boots digging into the ground as he struggled to stay upright. The sheer heat of the attack seared through his suit, and even his adamantium-laced katanas felt the strain of the powerful magic.

"Okay… definitely overkill," Deadpool muttered through gritted teeth as he finally came to a stop, his katanas still raised in a defensive stance. Smoke rose from his singed suit, and he could feel the heat radiating off his blades. Despite the throbbing pain surging through his body, he managed to flash a grin, because that's what Deadpool does best—smiling through the chaos.

"You've got some serious firepower, Aqua. Gotta say, I'm impressed," Deadpool remarked, his tone a blend of genuine admiration and his usual brand of snarky annoyance. "But two can play that game."

With a smooth motion, Deadpool sheathed Bea and Arthur and reached toward his holsters. Before Aqua could react, he drew his two pistols, their barrels gleaming ominously in the dim light. He pointed them directly at her, his expression a mix of determination and mischief.

"Say hello to my little friends," Deadpool quipped, leaning into one of his favorite metajokes. He paused dramatically, as if the moment required a name reveal. "You know, I didn't have names for these two beauties before, but now I do. Meet Terra and Ventus."

Aqua's eyes widened in shock, her grip on Rainfell tightening as she processed his words. The mention of Terra and Ventus hit her like a physical blow, and for a moment, her carefully maintained composure faltered.

Deadpool noticed the shift in her expression and, sensing he had struck a nerve, decided to twist the knife.

"A fitting tribute to two amigos who are missing, don't you think? I mean, you were close, right? They were like family to you. Too bad they're MIA now, thanks to all that Power of Waking nonsense and the shit you've caused."

Aqua's shock quickly turned to rage, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and deep-seated pain.

"How dare you… They are my friends!" Aqua's voice trembled with rage, the intensity of her emotions finally boiling over.

Deadpool didn't give her a chance to finish, cutting her off with a sharp, biting tone.

"Were, Aqua. They were your friends. But now? Thanks to your little Power of Waking experiment and the chaos you've unleashed, they're gone. Just like the folks in Twilight Town. You've been leaving a trail of destruction, and for what? A shot at redemption? A way to fix the past? To find Sora?"

The mention of Sora was the final straw. Aqua's anger ignited like a wildfire, her eyes blazing with fury as she raised Rainfell. In a flash, she unleashed one of her Shotlock abilities, the air around her crackling with energy.

"Prism Rain!" Aqua shouted, sending a barrage of multicolored light shards hurtling toward Deadpool with unerring precision.

"Oh crap," Deadpool muttered, his white eye lenses widening comically as he realized what was coming.

He barely had time to react before the shards struck him, piercing through his suit and embedding themselves painfully in his flesh. The sharp, searing pain shot through him like a thousand tiny daggers.

"Son of a bit—" Deadpool growled through gritted teeth as he dropped Terra and Ventus, trying to pull the shards out as waves of agony coursed through him. "Why does everything magical have to hurt so damn much?! Can't I get hit with something like… I don't know, enchanted marshmallows or something?"

But Aqua wasn't finished. With a determined look, she unleashed another attack.

"Bubble Buster!" she cried, sending a powerful wave of bubbles, each charged with magical energy, crashing into Deadpool before he could fully recover.

The impact sent Deadpool flying through the air like a ragdoll, his body smashing through debris before coming to a painful stop amidst the wreckage. He lay there, half-buried in the rubble, his body throbbing with pain as he struggled to catch his breath.

As the echoes of Hells Bells faded into silence, Deadpool couldn't help but chuckle weakly despite the pain.

"Oh, great… the music stopped. You know what that means," he muttered to himself, wincing as he tried to pull out one of the shards embedded in his body. "The scene's shifting. I hope it's to something that'll help me take down Willa over there… I mean, Aqua."

He lay there for a moment, the silence pressing down on him as he gathered his strength. The shards from Prism Rain were still lodged in his flesh, and the aftermath of Bubble Buster had left him dazed and aching, but his spirit remained unbroken.

"Why do I always get the magic-users?" Deadpool grumbled, pushing himself up despite the agony wracking his body. "Just once, I'd like to face off against someone who only throws punches. But nooo, it's always magic, mutants, and light shows. A guy can only take so much!"

Aqua, now several feet away from Deadpool, began to close the distance between them with determined, graceful steps. The look in her eyes was fierce—she was done with his games.

"Stay down," she commanded, her voice steady and resolute. "You are done!"

"Not on your life," Deadpool moaned, struggling to rise to his feet. Every movement sent jolts of pain through his body, but he wasn't about to give up. Some of the shards from Prism Rain were still stuck in his flesh, and he was drenched from the Bubble Buster, but resilience was his middle name. Well, not really, but it could be.

As Aqua moved closer, Deadpool couldn't resist one more mocking taunt to get under her skin.

"You know, for someone who's supposed to be all about light and hope, you're really cranky. Maybe it's the whole 'friends disappearing because of my mistakes' thing? I get it, I really do."

That did it. Aqua's eyes flared with rage, her patience completely gone. She was fed up with his relentless jabs, his inability to take anything seriously, and most of all, his refusal to just give up. With a burst of energy, she leapt high into the air, Rainfell raised above her head, ready to deliver a final, crushing blow.

Deadpool looked up, eyes widening as he saw her descending toward him like an avenging angel.

"Well, crap," he muttered, raising his hands in a desperate attempt to defend himself.

And then, suddenly, as if by some twist of fate—or a last-minute deus ex machina—a red and black Keyblade, eerily resembling the Kingdom Key, appeared in Deadpool's grasp. He stared at it in shock, his mind racing to process what had just happened.

Aqua, still in mid-air, caught sight of the weapon and her eyes widened in disbelief.

"What the actual fu—"

Before she could finish, Deadpool felt a surge of energy, the weight of the Keyblade in his hand reinvigorating him. With newfound strength and the power of this mysterious weapon, he leaped up from the rubble, his usual bravado returning in full force. He launched himself toward the incoming Aqua, his red and black Keyblade gleaming ominously in the dim light.

"Language!" Deadpool teased with a wicked grin as he closed the distance between them. "I'm the R-rated one here!"

Their weapons clashed in mid-air, the force of the impact sending shockwaves through the battlefield. Deadpool's swing was fueled by both surprise and adrenaline, and it caught Aqua off guard, knocking her backward with a power she hadn't anticipated. She landed on her feet, but the shock was clear in her eyes.

Deadpool landed as well, his eye lenses wide with excitement as he looked down at the Keyblade in his hand.

"Okay, this is awesome," he muttered, barely able to contain his glee. "I've always wanted one of these! It's like getting the Infinity Gauntlet, but with fewer stones and more stabbing potential."

Aqua, regaining her composure, narrowed her eyes at Deadpool. This wasn't just a joke anymore—he was now wielding a weapon that shouldn't even be possible for him to have. The rules of this fight had just been rewritten, and she wasn't sure how.

"What are you, Deadpool?" Aqua asked, her voice laced with frustration and confusion.

Deadpool looked at Aqua, sensing the uncertainty in her usually steely gaze. Despite the humor and bravado that often masked his true emotions, there was a rare moment of clarity in his response.

"Well, for one thing, ow!" Deadpool exclaimed, using his free hand to pull out the remaining shards from Aqua's Prism Rain. Each shard left a visible wound, blood soaking through his red suit in dark patches. But as Aqua watched, his healing factor kicked in, the flesh knitting itself back together before her eyes, the wounds slowly disappearing as if they were never there.

"For one thing," Deadpool continued, his tone still light but with an underlying edge of seriousness, "I'm a guy who doesn't know when to quit. You throw magic, I heal. You hit me, I bounce back. It's kind of my thing."

He flicked the last shard away, then looked at the bloodied holes in his suit, which were already beginning to close up.

"And another thing," he added, gesturing with the red and black Keyblade in his hand, "apparently, I'm worthy of one of these bad boys. So, there's that."

Aqua's confusion deepened as she watched him, her mind racing to make sense of the situation.

"But that shouldn't be possible… You're not—"

"Not supposed to be able to wield a Keyblade?" Deadpool interrupted, finishing her sentence with a grin. "Yeah, I get that a lot. But you know what? I've never been one for following the rules, especially when they're written by some guy in a different universe with a penchant for convoluted plot twists."

He took a step closer, the Keyblade resting easily in his grip.

"For another thing," he said, his voice taking on a more sincere tone, "I'm the guy who's not gonna let you destroy yourself over what happened in the past. I've been there, Aqua—messing up, losing people, trying to fix things and making them worse. But you've gotta stop this before it's too late."

Aqua's grip on Rainfell tightened, her emotions swirling between anger, guilt, and a flicker of something else—hope, maybe? She wasn't sure.

"You don't understand," she said, her voice faltering slightly.

"Maybe not everything," Deadpool admitted, taking another step closer. "But I understand enough to know that this path you're on? It's a dead end, and not just for you. I'm here because someone has to pull you back before you go too far."

He lifted the Keyblade, its red and black design glinting ominously.

"So, what do you say, Aqua? Let's stop this before things get worse. Or do we keep playing until one of us can't get back up?"

Aqua hesitated, the weight of his words pressing down on her. But the pain, the guilt, and the fear still lingered, refusing to let go. She wasn't ready to give in—not yet.

"No," she said, her voice firming up as she readied herself for another round. "I won't stop—not until I've made things right."

Deadpool sighed, a hint of sadness flickering in his voice as he readied himself for what was coming. Despite all his bravado, there was a part of him that didn't want to see this fight escalate any further.

"If you want to go with a fight to the death," Deadpool said, his tone both resigned and determined, "then you've made your choice. But remember one thing, Aqua—I don't die. So good luck with that."

He spread his arms wide, the Keyblade still held firmly in one hand, the other gesturing as if inviting her to take her best shot.

"You can hit me, blast me, and cut me down as many times as you want, but I'll just keep coming back. So if you think this is going to solve anything, you're in for a long, frustrating ride."

Aqua's eyes narrowed, her resolve hardening. She knew he was right—fighting him would be like battling an unstoppable force. But the darkness within her, fueled by her mistakes and her desperation to set things right, pushed her forward. She had to try. She had to believe that by winning this battle, she could somehow undo the damage she had caused.

"Then so be it," Aqua replied, her voice cold and determined. "Everyone has their limit."

With a sudden burst of speed, she charged at Deadpool, Rainfell glowing with a fierce light. The ground beneath her cracked with the force of her movement, and the air around her seemed to hum with the raw power she wielded. Deadpool braced himself, his grip tightening on the Keyblade as he prepared to meet her head-on.

"Alright, then," he muttered under his breath, a mix of anticipation and regret swirling within him. "Let's dance, Keyblade Master."

The two clashed in a flurry of sparks and steel, their weapons meeting with a force that shook the very ground beneath them. Aqua's attacks were swift and precise, driven by her determination to make things right. But Deadpool's resilience, combined with his newfound power, made him a formidable opponent.

"You're good, Aqua," Deadpool grunted as he blocked a particularly powerful strike. "But I've got to say, this whole redemption-through-violence thing? Not really working out. Maybe it's time for Plan B—something less stabby?"

Aqua didn't respond, her focus entirely on the battle, each strike a manifestation of her inner turmoil. But even as they fought, a small part of her couldn't help but wonder if there was another way—if there was still a chance to stop this without losing herself completely.

But that thought was quickly pushed aside as she poured everything she had into the fight, determined to see it through to the bitter end. And Deadpool, despite his usual jokes and banter, knew that this battle was about more than just winning or losing—it was about saving Aqua from herself, no matter the cost.

As their weapons clashed in a blinding flurry of sparks, Deadpool suddenly paused, turning his gaze directly to the reader, breaking the fourth wall as only he could.

"Alright, dear reader," Deadpool began, barely dodging a swing from Aqua as he continued his aside, "if you want to see what happens next and how I get on with wielding a Keyblade—because let's be honest, I'm totally pulling this off—you're going to have to wait until the next chapter. Why, you ask? Well, we've run the word count where people start losing interest, and besides, using AC/DC might have blown the budget slightly."

He gave a quick nod, then mockingly saluted.

"Thanks, writer! And don't worry, folks, I'll be back in the next installment with more badassery and quips. Maximum effort!"

As Deadpool returned his focus to the battle, the scene seemed to freeze for just a moment, as if to emphasize his words, before the intensity of the fight resumed, setting the stage for the next chapter.

Disclaimer: Hells Bells is a song created and owned by AC/DC. All rights to the music, lyrics, and associated content belong to AC/DC and their respective record label. The use of Hells Bells in this fan fiction is purely for creative purposes and is not intended for commercial use or profit. All credit for the song goes to AC/DC, and this work does not claim any ownership over the music or its intellectual property.