Kingdom Hearts II: Evil Residence

A crossover story between Kingdom Hearts II and Resident Evil 4

Disclaimer: I own none of these. Characters and everything are all owned by either Square Enix or Capcom. Got it?! Though I wouldn't mind stealing Leon and Luis if I could... - coughs -

Theme Songs:

Leon: Die Another Day by Madonna / Open Wounds by Skillet

Sora: Hero by Nickelback / Pride by High and Mighty Color

Prologue: The Wrong Turn

------

"There's too many Heartless!" Goofy shouted from his seat as he held his hat firmly onto his head with a large, milky-white gloved hand. His dog-like ears flapped consistently with the shaking of the Gummi Ship. Legs kicked up several times. The Disney character was having difficulty keeping himself in place. He looked to the Keyblade wielder. "What're we going to do, Sora?"

The young fifteen year old looked to his companion and smiled with a determination that never seemed to fade. "Heh! We'll make it through, Goofy!"

Airborne Heartless were barreling against their ship. Projectiles slammed against the solid exterior and attempted to break through the shield like paper. So far, it hadn't happened... yet. The creatures eyed the windshield in an emotionless stare. Their hearts weren't soiled in vengeance, cunningness, betrayal – for they had none. Sora wanted to save them, deep down, but right now, he was looking for his friend, Riku, and the majesty, King Mickey! Hands gripped tightly the arms of his seat. He recoiled to one of the enemy's blasts. A grunt escaped from the boy.

"Ughagaga!" the duck, Donald, suddenly cried out. "Re're going the w'ong way!" His dialogue – it was always hard to intrepret. But Sora and Goofy quickly figured it out. Their eyes widened.

"Ehhh-?!" Both exclaimed in surprising unison.

The trio had recently departed from the Olympus Coliseum. Their next destination? The Disney Castle! But, now, they were going an entirely different direction! Sora searched for a way around the Heartless that shrouded their sides and rear. There was no way back. Sora clenched his teeth. Just when they were getting a little closer to the majesty's home! "You sure we can't try?" His animal companions shook their heads in disappointment and returned to watching the front. They were having enough troubles firing away their artillery against the blackish creatures. Sighing, the boy decided to do the same. Then a sound, which started as dim muffling, caught his ears. They were shrill, high-pitched. He looked to the intercoms above. It was the chipmunks, their mechanical specialists, Chip and Dale.

"There's a world up ahead, you guys!" they squeaked, "We can land there!" Their voices were gasping for breaths. Most likely, they were running around in a frenzy trying to make sure nothing had been destroyed by their adversary's assaults.

"We better hurry, Sora! The armor ain't gonnah hold no more!" the canine-like humanoid commented.

It seemed like there was no other choice. Sora nodded. "Okay!" Maybe they would meet someone familiar again. The thought of it made the teenager smile. Too bad he wouldn't. And alike all the other worlds the heros had visited, it was in a unique category all on its own. The Gummi Ship dropped and dove down towards the planet, a deteriorated land of suspicious buildings and a dilapidated church coming into view. It looked... creepy. Sora had chills crawl up his skin. It looked even more malicious than Halloween Town...

Air escaped from the jets of their aircraft, spurring the dry dust from underneath and shaking the branches of withering trees. It planted itself firmly on the ground. A gasy noise leaped out as the Gummi ship ceased functioning. They had landed. The world? 'Northern Europe.'

---------------

Who would have thought that my first job... would have been a rescue mission?

"Uh... Excuse me. Sir?" Leon Scott Kennedy rose a hand in an attempt to catch the stranger's attention, a man adorned of beraggled clothing, but to no avail. The other was hunched over before a fireplace, perhaps placing more coal into its growing flames. He lowered his hand. Looks like he didn't hear me. Walking along the side of the room, avoiding the furniture that decorated its center, the officer slipped a hand into his pocket to retrieve an item – an item that was important in furthering his investigation. When he reached the Spaniard, he politely waited. Leon watched as the man finally turned a nearly complete circle to face him. Eyes surrounded by a dark lining of little sleep cast themselves upon him.

He didn't look suspicious, despite the stern, and somewhat uncomfortable, expression. Maybe he didn't like foreigners. But Leon had to ask. He held up what he had hidden within his jeans: a picture. "I was wondering if you might recognize the girl in this photograph," he asked and almost ushered for the man to take it. But the man wasn't interested. Instead, he sputtered violent words in his native tongue.

"¿Qué carajo estás haciendo aquí¡Lárgate, cabrón!"

"Eh - Sorry to have bothered you." Free hand raised in apologies, and Leon looked downwards in order to place his possession comfortably back into its spot. He found some difficulty placing it in without bending the ridges... Too busy was he that he didn't notice the bearded stranger veered away to the room's nearest corner... and grabbed a blunted, ugly-gray axe.