Posting with my Sora account for the lulz. Decided this should go here because no one else on my flist is gonna read this anyway lol. So this is going here as well as my LJ fic comm for archive purposes. I fully intend to write future parts. Muahaha. Also, yes, I'm a fag. A giant one who couldn't be happier.

Title: Hanging by a Moment (Part 1 of ?)
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts and Devil May Cry
Characters: Sora and Nero
Genre: General to start out but future chapters will turn shounen-ai, and yaoi is more likely than you think
Rating: G for now
Summary: Sora has been called to a new world for help but discovers more than he bargained for.


Even after defeating Organization XIII, restoring the words and returning home with his beloved friends, Sora was still called upon occasionally for missions. These calls usually came from King Mickey but sometimes they came from other allies such as Leon in Hollow Bastion. But that was perfectly okay with Sora. Anything he could do to help.

One day, King Mickey sent Sora a letter, informing him that he was needed in another world, one he'd never been to before. The world had recently seen a lot of damage due to creatures Sora had never faced before during the time he was battling Organization XIII. Now, the world needed help rebuilding while still dealing with what was left of these creatures. Demons. Sora was told they were like heartless but stronger than most heartless. Sora was ready and anxious to help. Other than this information, all Sora was informed of was the town's name. Fortuna.

Sora had been dropped off via gummi ship in front of a large church. After the ship took off, Sora took a moment to admire the church, staring at it idly. Sora loved going to new worlds, there was always something new and unique to see. And this was no exception. If anything, Fortuna would become more proof of that than anything, judging by King Mickey's letter.

Upon admiring the church, the young keyblade wielder suddenly heard a faint, distant cackling. That was no normal laugh. It was a laughter that sent chills down his spine. Instinctively, he summoned Ultima and after a bright flash around his hand, he was gripping the powerful keyblade.

Sora's instincts rarely, if ever, failed him. Sure enough, strange looking creatures suddenly appeared, five of them, all hovering over to Sora, surrounding him. Were these the demons the king told him about in his letter?

Though surrounded, Sora charged after one of the creatures, keyblade ready. He swung his keyblade several times, hacking away at it slowly. It was becoming clear very quickly already that these creatures were in fact stronger than heartless, creating a bigger challenge for Sora. He wasn't able to defeat the first creature so easily before the rest gained up on him so he was forced to attempt to weaken the first creature before turning and weakening one behind him. He repeated this several times, hoping eventually they would disappear, that his attacks were enough. Was he overwhelmed? Well, with how fast he was moving and how focused and determined he was to defeat them, he didn't give himself the opportunity to consider such a thing.

Once he thought he had his rear covered, he turned to attack another creature, just as he'd been doing, swinging away with his keyblade. But suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on his back, a blade cutting him deeply from his right shoulder blade to the left side of his waist, tearing deeply into skin and ripping his clothes. He let out a cry of pain, feeling himself cut deeply down his back. How did he slip up like that?

"Stand back," came a voice from behind him. Before Sora could even turn around, he caught sight of a large sword to the side of him, beginning to slash away at the creatures. Sora's keyblade was powerful but this weapon seemed significantly more deadly.

"Move!" The stranger pressed from behind him. Oh, Sora moved alright. He gripped Ultima tightly again, turning to attack the creatures the new fighter had not yet gotten to. Teamwork. And he hadn't even seen this guy's face yet.

This helped tremendously. With the new fighter's help, Sora was able to finish off two of the creatures as the other fighter handled the other three with a lot less trouble than Sora. Then again, not only did he have a powerful weapon but he was probably a lot more familiar with these creatures than Sora.

With nothing but puddles of goo remaining, Sora dismissed Ultima, the weapon vanishing from his hand. He turned and finally caught sight of the other fighter, a young man quite a bit taller than Sora with platinum white hair and deep-set eyes. The tall fighter was returning his weapon to his back when Sora offered a handshake and a smile.

"Thanks a lot," said the brunette with his signature charming smile. "They're different from what I'm used to. My name is Sora."

The other fighter looked him up and down, examining him before shaking Sora's hand with a tight grip. "Nero," He said simply. "You new in town?" However, Nero seemed to know the answer to his question before he even asked.

Sora pulled away from the handshake and scratched his head, laughing nervously. "Just dropped in. So were those demons we fought? I've never seen any before."

"Yeah, those were demons." Nero said, brushing his nose against his forearm, looking at Sora carefully. "I'd be careful if I were you, it's not everyday that someone's gonna show up and save you."

Was that a joke? Sora laughed anyway. "I'll be fine. They just kind of caught me off guard." He winced slightly, reminded of the deep cut on his back as a sharp pain went through him. That hurt. He reached into one of the pouches attached to his belt, digging in, reaching for potions...only to find it was empty. "What?" He gasped, mostly to himself. He reached for his second pouch on his other side frantically going through it, only to find that was empty as well. "But I thought I..." He gave a dejected sigh. Great.

Nero gave him an odd look. "Lose something?"

Sora looked up at him. "Have you seen a moogle around here anywhere? I need some supplies..."

Nero rose an eyebrow and titled his head. "Have no idea what a moogle is, but what kind of supplies are you looking for?"

"Well...." Sora started before turning around, showing Nero his back, where he was deeply cut and his clothes ripped. And he was bleeding, his clothes already becoming darkened with his own blood. "They sorta got to me before you showed up." Caught off guard, like he said.

Nero's face changed, Sora could see a glimmer of something in his eyes as he glanced as the demon hunter over his shoulder. Concern? "You better come with me. I got some stuff at my place that'll patch you up." He turned around and started walking out of the church courtyard area and towards the street. He waved for Sora to follow him.

Sora turned around again and raced to catch up with him, then walked alongside him. "Really? Thanks, I really appreciate it."

"Don't mention it."

Nero seemed quite alright. Sora had a feeling they were going to get along just great. Of course, Sora usually had no problem getting along with most people but for some reason with Nero it seemed different. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. Yet.