I don't own anything associated with Kingdom Hearts.
Okay, new story time. To reinstate the summary, these are all oneshots with no relation to each other. I could possibly take one and make it into a full story one day, but it's unlikely. If someone else wants to make something based on one of these oneshots though, go right ahead.
Anyways, to explain what's going on here, this one takes place at the end of Birth By Sleep. In this scenario, The Lingering Sentiment ended up kicking the crap out of Terra-Xehanort, tore Xehanort's heart out of the body and cast it into oblivion . . .
Haven
It was really dark, but also really bright. Sora grinned and spun around in the wide space, arms out so that he was like a helicopter. He wasn't sure how he got here – he had been on the beach with Riku before – but this was pretty cool. The sky was all black and he couldn't see the sun, or the moon. It was like being in space. Hey, maybe he was flying through space!
But Riku wasn't here. That made Sora sad for a moment, but then he brightened up. He would tell Riku all about it when he got home, and it would be really cool, and then maybe they could go into space together. Yeah, that would be awesome.
His shoes smacked against the slippery ground. He stopped in the middle of the space, looking around. The thing he stood on was a circle (like a spaceship . . .?) and very pretty and colourful. And he was on it! There was a picture of him sitting on that palm tree he and Riku liked to sit on. There was a picture of Riku too, and his mommy, but they were grey and not colourful like he was.
He didn't like that, so he sat by Riku's picture and looked in his pockets for his crayons. He found a red one. Riku wasn't red, but lips were red, right (especially his mommy's once she put on her makeup)? He should colour Riku's lips!
Tongue sticking out of his mouth, he started to fill Riku's lips with smudges of red. He was so busy doing that, he didn't see the orb descending. It a purple one, with bands of black occasionally flashing through it.
Sora felt cold. He looked over his shoulder, seeing the weird ball hovering above the ground. He walked up to it, but when he lifted his hand to touch it, a chill ran down his arm.
It dropped back to his side. Sora pouted, sure that Riku would have been brave enough to touch it.
I . . . I sense a presence that is not my own.
Sora gasped. He looked around, but there was no one there. The voice had been tired, like it had been playing all day in the sun and now it was time for bed.
"Hello?" he said.
A pause. You, boy, where is this place?
Sora smiled. "We're in space!"
Space. How . . .? No, you speak falsely. This is a heart in which I dwell.
"A heart?" Sora frowned. "Does that mean we're inside someone? Eww! Will they be mad at us?"
The voice took a while to respond. What's your name?
"I'm Sora? Who are you? Where are you? I only see this weird, floating ball," he said sadly.
I AM the floating ball.
"Oh, sorry." Sora rubbed the back of his head. Then, a sudden thought hit him. "Are you an alien?"
No, I am not an alien. The voice sounded angry now. I am a wandering heart, lost, if you may.
Lost? He remembered being lost. He and Riku had tried to explore the woods on the mainland, but they hadn't been able to get out, and they'd been lost for nearly two hours. Feeling sorry for this lost heart, he finally touched it, supporting it from the bottom. It was cold and almost slimy, like melting ice.
"How?" he asked.
I was . . . I had a violent clash with a boy named Terra, and during the struggle, I lost my body. My heart was cast into the darkness, doomed to fade.
Fade? Oh, no! "What if you stay here?" Sora asked. "You could stay until you get better."
Yes . . . that would be . . . adequate.
The ball went through his hands, falling all the way down to the ground. It soaked in, like water absorbed by a sponge.
Sora felt dizzy. He shook his head, but it didn't go away. His knees suddenly gave. He landed on them hard, the pain shooting up his spine. He looked at the ground. The spot where the ball had touched was purple now, and the colour was slowly seeping outwards.
"Wh-what's happening?" he whimpered.
A sharp pain pierced his heart.
He screamed and collapsed, tearing at the fabric over his chest. The purple stain continued to spread and with every inch it devoured, the pain got even worse. There were hooks in his chest, tearing his heart out bit by bit.
"Stop! Stop!"
A hot whip tore into his back. He screamed again, curling into a ball, trying to protect his fragile soul. But the pain wouldn't get away, and it felt like someone was sucking out his insides with a straw.
A laugh echoed in his ears.
Thank you, Sora. I will make good use of this body.