Listen with Your Heart

Disclaimer: Me no own Kingdom Hearts and Pocahontas, k?

A/n: Gomen nasai! (I'm so sorry!) I know it's been a long time since I've updated. But, I saved this chapter into a floppy disk and lost it. But, I luckily found it with my cousin. =^_^= she accidentally stuck it in her backpack.

I'm sorry if the grammar is a bit weird and if the story seems to "jump" or "speed up" but I sorta like the way I write. It's hard for me to write more…

ANYWAYS! READ ON!!!!

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Meeko turned back around and began scurrying forward with Pocahontas behind.

About a short minute later, he stopped inside a bush in which she crawled into. The raccoon pointed to look outside. She got the message and pushed a bit of the bush with her hand and gasped in horror at what she was looking at…

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Ch.2

It was a completely rare sight for Pocahontas. Not too far in front of her, a group of short, dark-skinned creatures stood in alert positions. Their yellow eyes becoming menacing as their antennae twitched in every direction, searching for something. She had never seen or heard of these kind of animal before.

Her heart began pounding in fear until she realized something; it looked like they were surrounding something. Just exactly like a pack of wolves would their prey, they made a short wall around something.

Just like after a kill…they celebrate…

But, what did they kill? Who or what was in the middle of all those dark monsters?

Pocahontas decided to try and move to get a better look and what was the center of attention. Meeko somehow protested my tugging on one of her locks of hair.

"It's alright, I'll be very careful."

After reassuring the little raccoon, she shifted her weight into a crouching position. Staying low to the ground, she quietly stepped into a bush that was closer. It was about three yards to the front and a little to the right. She slowly brought her legs from under her and brought them down gently in front. She didn't want to risk being caught with these creatures. Just as she almost reached her destination, she heard the crack of a twig. Pocahontas turned around to find Meeko removing his foot from a dead branch. She realized it was a false move; she was sure that one of them must've heard it. Holding her breath, one of the dark creatures turned around and wiggled its antennae around. Just as fast as it reacted, it turned back around, resuming their celebration.

Pocahontas let out a heavy sigh of relief. It was a very close call, but they made it to their destination. She looked over the bush she hid behind, squinting her eyes and concentrating to look at what was in the center.

She caught a flash of red and maybe yellow. The monsters kept moving too much around it, it was hard to make out a thing. Then, as excited as they were, they became calm. She moved a bit to see one of the black beasts approach…what?

As some moved out of her view, she gasped at what she saw…

A young, tanned boy was leaned against a tree, unconscious and barely breathing. He was obviously not aware about the beings surrounding him. The boy looked to be about fourteen winters* or so. His hair flattened from being wet and he was badly hurt; so many scratched around his thin-framed body, too.

He doesn't look like any of the tribes I've seen, Pocahontas thought to herself as she looked at him; his clothes are very strange.

The one black creature kept coming toward him. It stopped when it was practically inches away from the boy's face, examining him almost. It lifted one of its clawed hands and pressed a deadly claw against the boy's right cheek.

"What is it doing?" Pocahontas whispered to herself. Meeko was just holding on tightly to her shoulder.

As its finger rested against the boy's cheek, the Heartless began dragging it down, drawing blood. The skin of the brunette seemed to burn with its touch and slightly moaned. The Heartless seemed to be pleased and lifted its claw again to rest it against his chest, right on top of the heart.

Pocahontas couldn't take it anymore; she had to stop them from hurting him. From the pure anger rising within her, she suddenly got up and began to run toward them. "STOP IT," she screeched and began to dangerously wave her arms around to scare them off. The Heartless just looked at her and quickly began to scatter and sink into the ground, hiding in the shadows.

The Indian stood shocked at the result. "At least they didn't fight back," she said aloud as she knelt down to see the boy.

He was very beautiful, especially being a stranger. He had a very beautiful face and she longed to see the color of his eyes. She noticed his skin was just a lighter tan than hers, which probably meant he didn't come from England where the people were white from staying out of the sun. In fact, even John Smith's skin was very pale compared to hers. Oh how she missed him. The raccoon snapped her out of her memories as he tugged at a lock of her hair. "Alright, I'll hurry." She turned her attention back to the boy. His breathing became labored, but he continued bleeding from every wound on his body, mainly from the fresh cut on his cheek. Pocahontas made up her mind; "I guess I have to take you with me." I just can't leave you here around these strange new creatures after you.

With her decision made, she put her arms under his legs and head and lifted him. For a thin boy, he didn't look heavy to her. She began to walk back toward the stream, where the canoe is, Nakoma should be already waiting for her to arrive. The brunette didn't stir as she had been walking. His condition may be worse than I thought. His breathing was barely audible also.

That's when she heard a lot of stirring not to far behind her. As she looked above, the birds began screeching and flying away. Even the small land animals began to run ahead of her. She hurried her pace, but, even if she was tall and in shape, it was hard to move with the boy weighing her down. Looking ahead, she saw the canoe at a distance, and sure enough so was Nakoma.

Pocahontas began breathing a bit heavily, she was getting tired and something was coming from behind. Her friend began walking toward her, with an annoyed look on her face. "Pocahontas! You said you wouldn't..wander…off." Nakoma trailed off as she saw the unconscious boy in Pocahontas' arms.

"He's hurt, I'm taking him to the village"

Nakoma couldn't argue with that, it was obvious he needed help. "Alright, let's get him into the canoe and get on our way." Both hurrily began to climb into the boat gently laying the boy in between them.

"Let's hurry, I think something's following us."

Her friend hesitated as she began to row, "Following you? Where--" Pocahontas stopped her, "I'll explain later, let's get him out of harm's way first," she didn't have the breath to explain what had just occurred.

Just as they were midway down the river, a strong breeze suddenly blew wildly against Pocahontas' back, giving her chills.

"Nakoma…" she began.

"What's wrong, Pocahontas?" Nakoma asked with worry washing over her face. The sudden flush of color that left her friend's skin pale was beginning to scare her.

"Everything…" she said with fear.

Wizard Heartless suddenly began coming up from the rear. Surrounding the canoe, they stopped and began to hold up their staff, preparing to attack.

Pocahontas didn't have time to think, but react.

"Nakoma! Help me flip the canoe over!"

"What ?!? Are you, crazy?!" Nakoma asked putting her attention to the Heartless surrounding her.

"Just flip it!"

Pocahontas held the boy with one of her arms. Nakoma obeyingly grabbed one side of the canoe, as did Pocahontas. Simultaneously, they leaned their weight in one direction and made the boat tip, just barely missing the Gravira attack from the Wizards. They dived into the cold water.

Pocahontas, along with the boy and Nakoma broke through the water from underneath the canoe and treaded underneath the air pocket it created. The Heartless were giving all their attacks on the floating piece of wood. They managed to chip and burn it, but being sturdy it just didn't give in. They eventually gave up and retreated.

Nakoma began to look around nervously, even though she couldn't see anything. "Are they gone?"

"I think so, I don't think they'll try to get us from under." Pocahontas assured. She turned her attention to the young teen she was holding up. "He's still unconscious."

"Here," Nakoma took the boy from Pocahontas. "Let's get back to the village and take him to the medicine man, Kekata. Alright?"

Pocahontas nodded in agreement, " I'll talk to my father Powhatan and see if he can help, too. He needs to know about these strange creatures as well."

"It's settled then!" Nakoma said as she flipped the canoe right side up. They all slid back on top and began paddling back toward the village.

"Nakoma?" Pocahontas started.

"Hmm?"

"Thank you…"

Nakoma smiled, "It's what friends do," their conversation faded as they put their attention to the boy who needed their help.

This was going to be the start of a dangerous adventure…

[ TBC ]

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a/N: JEESH! I'm barely fitting this fic in my schedule that's heavily packed with homework!!! Aren't I nice enough to update at least every 2-3 weeks though? Not like some authors (no offense) who take a while to update. I hate having to wait right after reading a cliffhanger!

The next chapter may take awhile though…sorry! I now have soccer and my Anime club tightly squeezed into my already packed schedule. I'M ONLY A TEEN FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! WHO NEEDS THIS KIND OF AGRIVATION @ MY AGE!!!!!

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ANYWHO! Read and Review, onegai?

STAY TUNED FOR CH.3!!!!

Coming in at least 2-3 weeks…