Post by Anime Monster on Jul 24, 2007 3:48:32 GMT -5
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, Harry Potter, Labyrinth, Superman, Howl's Moving Castle, or Final Fantasy VII, they are owned by Square Enix, Disney, Studio Ghibli, Jim Hansen, J.K. Rowling, and D.C. Comics (I think I got them all).
Author's Note: While this can't actually be called a crossover, my original characters are based off of people and situations in Harry Potter, Labyrinth, Superman, Howl's Moving Castle, and Final Fantasy VII, which will make more sense when you read.
Summary: We know where Xemnas, Xigbar, Xaldin, Vexen, Lexeaus, Zexion, and Roxas originated from, or rather who. But why is Saix the Lunar Diviner? Why does Axel have more of a figure than any female supermodel? Why does Demyx look like an eighties rock star? Why is Luxord such a solitary person? Why does Marluxia have pink hair? And why is Larxene so upset about being a woman? The answers lie within this fic.
Warnings: Possible yaoi, gender-bending, language, naked-ness in a non-erotic way, and more
Rating: T
It was cold, unbearably so, but he just clutched his ragged cloak tighter to himself, praying that the clouds didn’t part before he got to his destination. It was unusually cold, to tell the truth, even for a November night. An icy wind swept through him and Isa quickly glanced up, fear in the motion. The clouds shifted, but no break in their fluffy darkness could be seen. If caught out as he was, he'd be killed, he shouldn't have allowed his friends to keep him.
A black shadow moved in his peripheral vision, and he shrank deeper in the shadows near the building opposite the shadows, but he smelt no danger. He was glad his cloak was hooded, his blue hair was a beacon lamp for anyone looking, but the hood kept it from being noticed. Another shadow moved and he quickened his pace. He didn't smell a human or another werewolf, but what was causing the shadows to move as they were?
Isa was a werewolf, in the light of the full moon he turned into a powerful and deadly beast with blue-grey fur and no control over his actions. Lycanthropy was a disease, contagious through his bite, but only on the full moons, that didn't stop the rest of society from treating him like a thing lower than dirt the other twenty-seven days of the lunar month.
He silently rejoiced at seeing his home before him. It was little more than a shack, but it had a basement that he could lock himself into. He had shut and locked the doors when he saw another shadow INSIDE the house move.
"Who's there?" he said, a bit hoarsely. No one answered, not that he expected it. Was it a were-hunter? They knew enough to mask their scents, but they never smelt...empty. Empty was all he could think it was, it was like a scentless void.
He decided it must be his imagination and made his way downstairs, collapsing half way down as pain tore through him, the beginning of the change. He clawed the stairs and walls, ears lengthening, claws replacing fingernails and toes, hair mussing, and teeth becoming jagged points.
It was during the transformation, when he really couldn't defend himself, that the shadows rose up and attacked. His claws swiped out cutting through the darkness, doing no real damage. He howled in rage as he felt claws in his flesh, yet he could not cut flesh in return. He was scared, cold, enraged, and hurt, but suddenly he felt nothing, nothing but cold emptiness and pain.
His last vision before his eyes shut were of glowing gold eyes and shadowy hands clutching a pink heart shaped thing.
During his mission he had crossed between many worlds, Atlantica, Olympus Coliseum, Destiny Islands, and now he was in a world that dubbed itself Earth, but he knew, like any who traveled the multi-verse, that the world's true name, was actually Forgotten Lands.
Forgotten Lands were one of the few places that people didn't look at him twice for walking around in his Organization robe and cloak, after all, most of the people dressed in odder robes than his plain black, like the man in faded pink. Xigbar had come to this world on the belief that there may be a way, through the magic that these people wield, to return their hearts to them. Xigbar wasn't stupid, he knew they really had no one to blame but themselves, they had all conducted the experiments, after all, but now they knew and they didn't want to know anymore. Ignorance really was bliss.
He had gone through all the books in the book shop and was now heading through town to get himself a drink when he felt something. It wasn't strong, but it was a pull that he only felt around other's like him, Xaldin, Vexen, Lexaeus, Zexion, and Xemnas, himself, why was he feeling it in a backwards world like this one? Deciding it might be beneficial to his mission, he followed the pull to a thing huddled between two of the buildings.
It was covered in a ragged black thing that may have once been a cloak, but now resembled a poorly made sheet; it was shivering and as soon as Xigbar approached it, flinching in fear. Xigbar knelt down and pulled the sheet from the naked form, bruises littered his skin, as did scratches, very familiar scratches. "They rose from the shadows and attacked, didn't they?" he whispered.
The young man looked up at him and whispered, "You can see me?"
Nobodies, like Xigbar, and apparently this blue haired man, were not visible to people in the world that they became Nobodies in, until they declared another world their "home world," which is why the organization had moved to The World That Never Was and the Castle That Never Was. "Answer my question," Xigbar said.
"Yes, the last thing I can remember was a black thing with glowing yellow eyes holding a glowing pink thing in its hand. Now no one can see me, nor hear me, no matter how much I say or talk," the man said.
"Do you remember your name?" Xigbar asked.
The man looked confused and finally said, "Isa."
"Come," he said, creating a portal.
"Are you the angel of death?"
"No, I'm another, like you, one of the non-existing ones, a Nobody," he said. "But, my Superior will tell whether or not you are, truly, one of us. Now come."
Isa stepped through the black portal that Xigbar had created, quickly followed by the man himself.
Xigbar quickly led Isa through the castle to the throne room, where he found the Superior. "Superior," Xigbar stated, "I bring one from Forgotten Lands who seems to be like us."
That brought Xemnas' full attention. "Tell me, do you remember your true name?"
"Isa, sir," he said, uncertainty weaving through his veins.
Faint letters appeared before the new Nobody and rearranged themselves, adding an "X" to the end before flashing gold. "Saix," Xemnas said, "is your new name." Turning to Xigbar he gave him orders to hunt down more Nobodies as well as to have Vexen explain what they were to Saix. Xigbar took his dismissal and took the still naked man to Vexen to be clothed and educated.
Isa...no, Saix, was confused, well, at least, that's what he thought, he was. Everything was happening so fast, one moment he's huddled underneath a shredded cloak, the next he's naked and whisked away to a castle whose interior decorator needed to be fired. He shook that thought from his mind, he had no time for such foolish thoughts, at least the blond man gave him some clothing.
Feeling slightly less exposed after pulling on underwear, black leather pants, a black cotton shirt, black socks, knee-high black leather boots, and finally a flannel black hooded cloak, he turned to ask the man a question, only to find him studying test tubes. He opened his mouth, anyways and asked, "Where am I?" He waited, but got no reply. "Who are you?" he tried again, getting a little ticked off. "Why am I here?" When the third question wasn't answered, Saix directed all his anger from not only being ignored where he came from, but being ignored when the people obviously could see him, to the blond man who was so engrossed in his experiments he didn't even flinch until the test tube sailed by his ear and smashed into a wall.
Saix was beyond piss, if he knew he would have known he was in berserker mode, but he didn't know. He couldn't feel any pain, only anger. Picking up one of the precious test tubes he threw it at the man. It didn't hit, but the man did look up, only to go wide eyed and run at the figure now before him. Messy blue hair stood on in, fangs peaked out from a snarling mouth, pointed ears had jagged edges, and long fingers were tipped in dangerous and perhaps poisonous claws. Saix, using strength that normally would be beyond him, lifted the heavy lab table and turned it over, aiming for Vexen, but the other ran as fast as his feet could take him to a cabinet, trying to find some tranquilizers.
Bottles sailed over Vexen's shoulders, for once he didn't care what got broken, worried that he would be what got broken. Finally he pulled out a hypodermic needle and a bottle of tranquilizer and running from the cabinet, as Saix had finally spotted him and was charging, he drew out a dose, probably too high, but not high enough to kill the Berserker. As soon as he drew it, he pocketed the bottle and turned around, jamming the needle into the skin, hoping that it was clean for the other's sake.
Saix sagged almost immediately and fell into an easy sleep. After looking at the mess that had become his labs he took the blue hair Nobody and went to the Superior.
"He's a Berserker," was all he said, as he left to clean up his lab, let the Superior handle his new pet.
Author's Note: While this can't actually be called a crossover, my original characters are based off of people and situations in Harry Potter, Labyrinth, Superman, Howl's Moving Castle, and Final Fantasy VII, which will make more sense when you read.
Summary: We know where Xemnas, Xigbar, Xaldin, Vexen, Lexeaus, Zexion, and Roxas originated from, or rather who. But why is Saix the Lunar Diviner? Why does Axel have more of a figure than any female supermodel? Why does Demyx look like an eighties rock star? Why is Luxord such a solitary person? Why does Marluxia have pink hair? And why is Larxene so upset about being a woman? The answers lie within this fic.
Warnings: Possible yaoi, gender-bending, language, naked-ness in a non-erotic way, and more
Rating: T
Origins
Part One: Isa
Part One: Isa
It was cold, unbearably so, but he just clutched his ragged cloak tighter to himself, praying that the clouds didn’t part before he got to his destination. It was unusually cold, to tell the truth, even for a November night. An icy wind swept through him and Isa quickly glanced up, fear in the motion. The clouds shifted, but no break in their fluffy darkness could be seen. If caught out as he was, he'd be killed, he shouldn't have allowed his friends to keep him.
A black shadow moved in his peripheral vision, and he shrank deeper in the shadows near the building opposite the shadows, but he smelt no danger. He was glad his cloak was hooded, his blue hair was a beacon lamp for anyone looking, but the hood kept it from being noticed. Another shadow moved and he quickened his pace. He didn't smell a human or another werewolf, but what was causing the shadows to move as they were?
Isa was a werewolf, in the light of the full moon he turned into a powerful and deadly beast with blue-grey fur and no control over his actions. Lycanthropy was a disease, contagious through his bite, but only on the full moons, that didn't stop the rest of society from treating him like a thing lower than dirt the other twenty-seven days of the lunar month.
He silently rejoiced at seeing his home before him. It was little more than a shack, but it had a basement that he could lock himself into. He had shut and locked the doors when he saw another shadow INSIDE the house move.
"Who's there?" he said, a bit hoarsely. No one answered, not that he expected it. Was it a were-hunter? They knew enough to mask their scents, but they never smelt...empty. Empty was all he could think it was, it was like a scentless void.
He decided it must be his imagination and made his way downstairs, collapsing half way down as pain tore through him, the beginning of the change. He clawed the stairs and walls, ears lengthening, claws replacing fingernails and toes, hair mussing, and teeth becoming jagged points.
It was during the transformation, when he really couldn't defend himself, that the shadows rose up and attacked. His claws swiped out cutting through the darkness, doing no real damage. He howled in rage as he felt claws in his flesh, yet he could not cut flesh in return. He was scared, cold, enraged, and hurt, but suddenly he felt nothing, nothing but cold emptiness and pain.
His last vision before his eyes shut were of glowing gold eyes and shadowy hands clutching a pink heart shaped thing.
During his mission he had crossed between many worlds, Atlantica, Olympus Coliseum, Destiny Islands, and now he was in a world that dubbed itself Earth, but he knew, like any who traveled the multi-verse, that the world's true name, was actually Forgotten Lands.
Forgotten Lands were one of the few places that people didn't look at him twice for walking around in his Organization robe and cloak, after all, most of the people dressed in odder robes than his plain black, like the man in faded pink. Xigbar had come to this world on the belief that there may be a way, through the magic that these people wield, to return their hearts to them. Xigbar wasn't stupid, he knew they really had no one to blame but themselves, they had all conducted the experiments, after all, but now they knew and they didn't want to know anymore. Ignorance really was bliss.
He had gone through all the books in the book shop and was now heading through town to get himself a drink when he felt something. It wasn't strong, but it was a pull that he only felt around other's like him, Xaldin, Vexen, Lexaeus, Zexion, and Xemnas, himself, why was he feeling it in a backwards world like this one? Deciding it might be beneficial to his mission, he followed the pull to a thing huddled between two of the buildings.
It was covered in a ragged black thing that may have once been a cloak, but now resembled a poorly made sheet; it was shivering and as soon as Xigbar approached it, flinching in fear. Xigbar knelt down and pulled the sheet from the naked form, bruises littered his skin, as did scratches, very familiar scratches. "They rose from the shadows and attacked, didn't they?" he whispered.
The young man looked up at him and whispered, "You can see me?"
Nobodies, like Xigbar, and apparently this blue haired man, were not visible to people in the world that they became Nobodies in, until they declared another world their "home world," which is why the organization had moved to The World That Never Was and the Castle That Never Was. "Answer my question," Xigbar said.
"Yes, the last thing I can remember was a black thing with glowing yellow eyes holding a glowing pink thing in its hand. Now no one can see me, nor hear me, no matter how much I say or talk," the man said.
"Do you remember your name?" Xigbar asked.
The man looked confused and finally said, "Isa."
"Come," he said, creating a portal.
"Are you the angel of death?"
"No, I'm another, like you, one of the non-existing ones, a Nobody," he said. "But, my Superior will tell whether or not you are, truly, one of us. Now come."
Isa stepped through the black portal that Xigbar had created, quickly followed by the man himself.
Xigbar quickly led Isa through the castle to the throne room, where he found the Superior. "Superior," Xigbar stated, "I bring one from Forgotten Lands who seems to be like us."
That brought Xemnas' full attention. "Tell me, do you remember your true name?"
"Isa, sir," he said, uncertainty weaving through his veins.
Faint letters appeared before the new Nobody and rearranged themselves, adding an "X" to the end before flashing gold. "Saix," Xemnas said, "is your new name." Turning to Xigbar he gave him orders to hunt down more Nobodies as well as to have Vexen explain what they were to Saix. Xigbar took his dismissal and took the still naked man to Vexen to be clothed and educated.
Isa...no, Saix, was confused, well, at least, that's what he thought, he was. Everything was happening so fast, one moment he's huddled underneath a shredded cloak, the next he's naked and whisked away to a castle whose interior decorator needed to be fired. He shook that thought from his mind, he had no time for such foolish thoughts, at least the blond man gave him some clothing.
Feeling slightly less exposed after pulling on underwear, black leather pants, a black cotton shirt, black socks, knee-high black leather boots, and finally a flannel black hooded cloak, he turned to ask the man a question, only to find him studying test tubes. He opened his mouth, anyways and asked, "Where am I?" He waited, but got no reply. "Who are you?" he tried again, getting a little ticked off. "Why am I here?" When the third question wasn't answered, Saix directed all his anger from not only being ignored where he came from, but being ignored when the people obviously could see him, to the blond man who was so engrossed in his experiments he didn't even flinch until the test tube sailed by his ear and smashed into a wall.
Saix was beyond piss, if he knew he would have known he was in berserker mode, but he didn't know. He couldn't feel any pain, only anger. Picking up one of the precious test tubes he threw it at the man. It didn't hit, but the man did look up, only to go wide eyed and run at the figure now before him. Messy blue hair stood on in, fangs peaked out from a snarling mouth, pointed ears had jagged edges, and long fingers were tipped in dangerous and perhaps poisonous claws. Saix, using strength that normally would be beyond him, lifted the heavy lab table and turned it over, aiming for Vexen, but the other ran as fast as his feet could take him to a cabinet, trying to find some tranquilizers.
Bottles sailed over Vexen's shoulders, for once he didn't care what got broken, worried that he would be what got broken. Finally he pulled out a hypodermic needle and a bottle of tranquilizer and running from the cabinet, as Saix had finally spotted him and was charging, he drew out a dose, probably too high, but not high enough to kill the Berserker. As soon as he drew it, he pocketed the bottle and turned around, jamming the needle into the skin, hoping that it was clean for the other's sake.
Saix sagged almost immediately and fell into an easy sleep. After looking at the mess that had become his labs he took the blue hair Nobody and went to the Superior.
"He's a Berserker," was all he said, as he left to clean up his lab, let the Superior handle his new pet.