Prologue :
It was dark.
There was no other way for the man to describe it, but that was all he could see- darkness. Darkness filled all of his senses. He could hear it, feel it, taste it and he was certain that he could also smell it. It made him feel...
Empty.
Numb.
He felt that he was falling into a never-ending abyss. It was only then that his feet touched solid ground. His eyes scanned the glowing area around him. The ground underneath him was a deep blood red, which one would be revolted by at the sight of it.
But he didn't mind it, not one bit.
There was the sound of multiple wings flapping, the red ground coming to life as it broke apart into medium-sized birds. The birds flew away into the abyss, cawing loudly as he watched them until they weren't visible. The man looked down at his feet, the blood red ground filled in with what looked to be a stained glass window.
A man with messy red hair that was chopped just below his chin was in a sitting position, his right arm reaching out to what looked to be a white hand stretched towards him. The man sat on the right side of the window, his eyes black and lifeless as his lips were parted ever so slightly. He had on a black half shirt with white fur lining the collar, his toned stomach in plain view. Tight black pants accompanied with black combat boots and black leather biker gloves finished his bleak outfit, the only accessory standing out on him being red suspender belts attached to his belt loops and some gold-tinted armor covering the sides of his pants in the thigh area.
His skin was tan, his upper arms covered in what seemed to be a tribal tattoo. If one would put both of his arms together side by side, the tattoos would make what would appear to be the head of a dragon with fur around its neck.
One would say that he was human, but only if the large black horns on his head weren't visible. The horns curved downward, framing his face as the points jutted outwards. It looked as if the horns started above his ears and ended just about where his mouth was.
The glass around him was multiple shades of red, though the white arm and matching curls said otherwise. The arm was stretched out towards him from an unseen body, white curls tumbling towards him that indicated very long and very curly hair.
You're not supposed to be here. Not yet.
The man looked around, his eyes searching for whoever spoke to him.
"Is that so..." His voice was deep as the words tumbled out of his mouth. "Wanna tell me how I got here, then?"
We can't. We're not supposed to. If we do, then...
His eyes narrowed at that, but nonetheless he was fine with the answer. His hand reached up to his chest, resting it over where his heart is. He clenched onto his shirt tightly, listening for something, anything.
Nothing.
"I... I don't have a heart..."
You do.
"I don't feel it..."
You have one. It's not with you, though.
"Then... Then where is it...?"
...
Safe. It's safe with us.
"Us?"
We weren't...
We weren't supposed to live. But your heart...
Your heart kept us alive.
The man frowned at that.
"But... How am I still here, then?"
As long as both of us are alive, you will be, too.
Now, wake up.
Before you disappear, wake up.
Welcome to my Kingdom Hearts fanfic. I'll be scuttling and updating this story whenever I don't feel like updating Sea-Hime.
As you can see in the summary, this is part 1 of the 'Glass of Hearts' series. In total, there will be 5 parts. 6 when Kingdom Hearts III comes out. None of the Kingdom Hearts franchise belongs to me. Never did, never will.
But anyways, I do hope you enjoy this series.
Take caution that I update very, very, very slowly.