NiGHTS Into Dreams Fan Fiction ❯ NiGHTS: Birth of New Dreams ❯ Nightopia...? ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

I do not own any of the NiGHTS characters, places, or anything related to NiGHTS into dreams which belong to SEGA. Please do not read this fic if you do not like Yaoi and shounen-ai, which is basically homosexual content and what not. Please be OF AGE to read this fic also. Thank you. Lemons
The character in this OC in this fic, Xion Hikari, is not me, nor is he the same character in my Star Wolf fic. I do grab a little influence from the idea of characters who have similar counterparts but are completely different people in their universes, similar to CLAMP, Ni no Kuni, etc. The funny part is, this happened unintentionally. I really just happen to like the name Xion, the way it is pronounced (Shee-on) and it's spelling

Drips of sweat flew off a young man's limbs as he struck a punching bag, with the force of a shotgun at point blank range.

“KYA! ORAAAH! ATAAAAH!"

His fists jammed straight into the very tough black leather bending the large bag over. The tops of his feet swung the bag far into the air only to collide with another kick at full force sending it back again.

With the strength of one who knows no bounds to destroying a target, a street fighting martial artist, one would think they are strong enough to kill…if only killing were that simple for him, he’d be the best in his class…

The sounds of a strong yes sir and feet shuffling about grabbed his attention to notice sparring practice was next.

'oh...shit...'

Reluctantly, he walked to a student without a partner…that shit became quite holy when his eyes caught the face of the most deadly student in his class. A good 20-30 years older than his 18 year-old self, the older student was smiling away as if he’s going to go easy on him.

That wrinkled face that stayed near emotionless…how the young man despised it. And that quick fighting style he harnessed utilizing punches as fast as a semi-automatic pistol, and a bazooka-like, front kick to the abdomen to top the ice cream sundae. The youth could already see himself flying 5 feet backwards and gasping for breath before passing out.


The fight began and this time he went for first kill, charging forward with a quick straight. Oh the sweet success of seeing his fist go straight into his opponent's face, feeling his fist contact with the bones and the skin jiggling and his…face shifting red and suddenly looking demonic. That certainly was not expected in the least.

Sharp teeth replaced human teeth as he roared and came at the young male, his body becoming larger, his eyes glowing red, his muscles and body height increasing to about 150% his original size. Now he was in for it...

The other sparring students began to change too, into shadow monsters and all sorts of other demons.

“H-HEY! At least get in line in wait your tur- OOF!” A deep body blow was delivered to the young man's stomach whom almost lost his breath, though being so used to it already kept him from passing out.

After staggering about and regaining his balance, he looked up at his main opponent. “FINE! BRING IT!” he yelled angrily, his own anger making him as demonic as they were…except he didn’t transform or anything…

Regardless, he jumped forward straight towards his rival's demon face and with a quick move, landed a flying side kick across his jaw line, only to use that opportunity for a combo. He grabbed the back of the monster's head with his hands pulling it down towards his other leg, letting it dive right into his rising knee strike before pushing off the demon's chest and landing.

“HOW’DYA LIKE THAT!? Heh heh…heh…”

He thought from such a deadly strike that his enemy would have at least fell over, but he instead rubbed his head a little and chuckled.

“Th-This can’t be happening…”

The demon and the other similar students began to close in, adjusting their karate gi getting ready to beat the living day lights out of the human male perhaps till he'd be bleeding to death. They removed their sparring gear…this certainly was going to be a true street fight.

Had the man learned one thing from martial arts…having the power to street fight with martial arts…the power to fight for real…the power to kill…kept him from ever getting into fights. He could never get into fights with other students in high school who would try to invoke one, because he knew he wouldn’t win by winning, for he would only cry tears over a brutally beaten individual, perhaps with broken limbs from akido holding techniques pushed to their limit.

He decided to run…run through the darkness that took over the gym, hoping to get away from these things that would perhaps bring him to such an end. He valued life more than anything, and he’d choose to take it into his own hands.

Though, perhaps his mistake was to accept a challenge which he could not handle…for what? What was he going to prove? That he could take on deadly monsters which he’d have no chance against?

It didn’t matter anymore, all that mattered was living. Running as fast as his body allowed him didn’t seem to help his efforts, for the demons were moving faster than a human ever could. He looked forward into the darkness just hoping, hoping he’d make it out of the darkness alive somehow.

It was then that a light appeared off in the distance…what…was that pretty light? Was it heaven? What do you know, he must have been so scared, his soul left his body. ‘Heaven, here I come!’ he thought.

As the light devoured the individual, he was expecting to hear the wonderful bells, the choir of angels, to see the clouds and sun light and all those silly things that were believed about heaven…if it did exist. He was considered “atheist” as many called it, but he’d always correct them and say, “I’m not any of that because I don’t associate the word belief with religion” or perhaps most things nowadays.

Sure he offended others in such a way to not be a part of their silly games and cliques…He was different from everyone. He was never seen the same to other humans and always being himself. Was that so wrong? Why absolutely, for it would limit one from being included in plenty of things he could name off in mere seconds.

None of that mattered in his case at the very moment being that he was not in heaven. Instead, there was a fountain with night lamps surrounding it, trees and grass, a stone pathway, and a beautiful, starry, night sky with a full moon watching over the land.

“Uhhh where am- WHERE’S MY KARATE GI!?”

The quickest thing for him to notice was that his gi was missing from his polished body. He was so sensitive that he could even feel if something was touching his clothes or at times, disturbances in the air, or the presence people themselves. It was like that one t.v. series where the warriors could sense each other’s ki, chi, or aura.

He was dressed in a blue t-shirt with cute wing art on the back, the art symbol of a wolf’s head in the front, and black shorts covered down a little past his knees. It was comfortable at least but, a embarrassing enough that he blushed a little.

“Hoo, I visitor I see!”

The young man looked up to notice a big headed owl, or just a big brown owl before me. Glasses fitted on his beak, and a red coat and blue undershirt with a purple orb gemstone on it. He couldn’t help but just question the possibility of what he was seeing.

“…A talking owl? Really now…?”

The owl chuckled a bit with a hoo. “Why of course! I, am 'Owl', and this is the night dimension, a dream world visitors like yourself journey to when they are asleep.”

Now things were making sense…he was dreaming that whole time. Yet, it felt so real…there was pain and everything…

The owl continued. “This place we are standing in is the-“

A young British voice cut him right off,  "The Dream Gate! Welcome visitor!”

The young martial artist nearly had a heart attack at the sudden entry of the voice. However, he became more concerned with the fact that unlike the owl, he couldn’t immediately feel the newcomer's spirit before he appeared.

He turned to where his senses directed him to see a purple jester in the sky. Upon closer inspection, he noticed this was pretty cute too; with bright blue eyes, a pink vest, a white shirt with purple and yellow triangle patterned cuffs, and what looked like pink leg warmers around his purple pant legs near his oddly shaped feat.

Certainly not human by the fact that his face was missing a nose and was a perfectly round shaped face…that mouth seemed a little too wide also. But the jester spoke so cheerfully, the visitor couldn’t help but smile and feel invited by his voice.

“I’m Nights, what is your name?”

The jester flew down to me and around me in one circle before we came face to face.

The visitor responded. “I’m Xion. Xion Hikari! Nice to meet you Nights, Owl.”

Xion nodded to both of them before brushing a hand through his long black hair, and trying to get some of his slim bangs out of his eye sight to reveal his unnaturally red eyes.

His face was quite a sight for most, especially his eyes. Had his face not been what bullies approached him for, it was most likely for others to ask him out on a date. Some considered him a good looking man, but, that was of no importance at the minute.

Nights held his hand out before Xion. “Ever wanted to fly? If you dualize with me, you can experience it for yourself! It’s quite an experience, which other visitors do say so themselves.”

Xion pondered on this word…dualize. “Dualize…dualize…That’s not in the dictiona-”

Owl explained before he'd further confuse himself. “Dualizing will allow you to join with Nights, to share Nights’s body, or assimilate with one another.”

“W-Wait, I mean, I’m not a virigin but, I hardly-“

He became very flustered, blushing deeply at the thought of himself with Nights. The visitor looked to the jester who’s jaw was beginning to drop. Uh oh, perhaps he misunderstood.

“I uh…yeah, let’s give it a try…”

Owl face palmed with his wings. “You’ll only be inside Nights’s body but experience the same things.”

“Ah, I got it now.” Now the martial artist completely understood, demonstrating with his hands by putting the side of his fist down into his open palm.

He turned to Nights who once again showed the dreamer his open hand. Xion figured the right thing to do would be to press his hand against Nights' and before he knew it, he was looking at the exact position he used to be standing in…floating. That was very surprising to the young man already.

Nights spoke encouragingly as if Xion were learning to ride a bike for the first time. “Go ahead, fly where ever you want!”

He nodded also making Nights nod and looked towards the fountain, deciding to just…do whatever came naturally to him. He thought of flying or moving his body against its own natural possibilities over the fountain, and…it worked!

He was flying! He was actually…FLYING! Xion could feel that he was flying! The dreamer knew that he was flying! Above the fountain he went, inside Nights’s body, staring down upon it.
“Heh heh. It would be so interesting to experiment like this…all the awesome moves I’d be able to pull off without gravity to pull me back down!” He was at first thinking of going crazy with his techniques, but that would have probably scared Nights so he reconsidered.

Xion decided to fly to his heart’s content, spinning around like a drill, flipping around, flying around the trees, making loops in the air which oddly seemed to create a strange distortion of sorts. It was perhaps an ability innate to Nights.

“Wow…I-I never thought flying would be so interesting." He grinned to himself, "No wonder some people are so passionate about airplanes or hang gliding…or even sky diving. This is truly magnificent.” All his troubles were gone, he had nothing to worry about…flying just made everything fade away for a bit.

The young man could hear Nights chuckling. “What’s so funny?” He asked.

Nights replied. “You are very different from the other visitors. I thought our last visitors were different, but…you are something else." The dream creature just couldn't put his tongue on it and begin to stutter over his words. "I would have never expected you’d be so open and just, so…I don’t know, comfortable to be around. I was a little intimidated at first, but…my, what has gotten into me haha, I’m acting a little funny.”

Xion listened to Nights intently, unaware that he was traveling toward a sea of darkness. Luckily, the hooting of an owl brought his attention back to the world.

“Hoo! Hoo! Nights! Xion! Pay attention!” Owl called out flying after the two.

The friendly jester didn’t notice at first either until he suddenly stopped the flight himself. “Woah, I better stay focused. You don’t want to go toward the dark ocean.” He said pointed to the pooling sea of what looked like oil almost.

Owl explained. “It is full of chaos and void. You may never return by chance do you happen to fall in.”

Xion looked at owl and smiled gently. “So there’s a chance then. It is possible to escape somehow.”

The bird suddenly became very concerned with the visitor. “Y-You don’t plan on going down there do you!? You will forever be stuck having nightmares if you do! Hoo! Stuck in a coma in the waking world."

The visitor laughed waving him off. “Of course I won't go down there! I value life more than any….wait a sec."

Xion began to think to himself momentarily. If he remembered correctly, the only reason he happened to actually be asleep was because he was engaged in a match at a martial arts tournament in the waking world. The last thing he remembered seeing was a foot flying to the side of his face and the pain...then darkness...then he had that nightmare and appeared in this dream gate world. Perhaps he was already in a coma for all he knew considering the last thing he did see.

"Are you saying I might go into a coma in the real world!? Because if I may never return…then…uh…” The dreamer began to realize this was no ordinary dream and perhaps a world of its own being with its own set of rules.

Owl nodded. “As you have noticed, there is every reason to avoid the dark ocean.”

The young martial artist gulped and made sure to give him his word, and Nights too. “Understood, I will avoid that place at all costs…”

The three all flew back to the center of the dream gate and the visitor was released from Nights’s body, only to notice a rather strange white and red glow emitting from himself.

Owl hooted. “The Red Ideya of Courage!...And White Ideya of Purity!?” He seemed like he realized something was off if he had to question whatever he was talking about.

Though, Xion was already confused as it was. “Ideya…?”

The owl continued. “Most dreamers lose their ideya upon entering the dream world, some at least retaining their red ideya of courage…however, you also retained your white ideya! How unique!”

Nights was also very surprised. “You are very different from the rest as I said. I knew it!" He then went on to explain what ideya was. "Ideya represents your consciousness which nightmarens try to steal. Without those, you are subject to nightmares and can easily be stuck dreaming of such."

The young man nodded understanding everything, however, he had to make sure of one thing. “Nightmarens I’m guessing are those horrible monsters that tried to kill me in my nightmare before I came here huh?”

Nights nodded. “Yes. So anyway-“

Owl suddenly cut in. “Nights, it’s best you tell the boy to avoid any trouble. If you clear it up now, it would make things much easier in case you know who, shows up.”

The jester sighed hanging his arms and head down. “Okay okay Owl…I’m a nightmaren too, but I’m not going to steal your ideya because it’s just the way I am.”  The tone he had when confessing he too, was a Nightmaren, seemed to get the point across that he wasn’t happy to be one.

“You’re different, just like me Nights. Haha!” Xion grinned cheerfully and grabbed his hands causing him to look up at the dreamer curiously.

“Even if you are a nightmaren, you are pretty cute. I can tell you have goodness in your heart...no...I can sense the kindness within you. Especially when we dualized." He chuckled gently and continued. "Even if you did try to steal my ideya…I’d rather you do it than those other nightmare.”

Xion watched as Nights' cheeks turn red, blushing from the minute he said he was cute. He was about to pull away but the dreamer had pulled the silly nightmaren into a warm hug.

“Hey! You and I are friends now ok! Let’s just have fun!”
Perhaps the visitor was being too expressive, but Nights seemed to be ok with it, hugging back back and saying,

“Thank you so much Xion. You won’t regret being my friend! I’ll make sure your stay here is the best moment you’ll ever experience in your life!"

Xion couldn’t help but chuckle at what the other said, replying, “It already is Nights…”