(Basically Ven and Sora's first meeting.)

(I do not own Disney, Square Enix or kingdom hearts)

The Heart (Prolouge-ish)

It was alone in the black void. Sleeping peacefully in the silence. It had just been born and was trying to get settled. It hadn't even met its body or soul yet, so it was formless, a blank slate, still traveling to be reunited with the rest of itself. But something awoke it.

There was a tiny light in front of it. The light was growing bigger and was somewhat disturbing its sleep and travel. It's ethereal body was not yet made so it had really no way of speaking verbally or expressing itself.

The heart floated towards this light, curious. Suddenly, It was sucked into this light forcibly, like being transported through a portal. It was of course far from where it wanted to go. This was bad, real bad.

Hello, is anybody there? Where am I?

It asked, calling out to the light surrounding it, to anybody or anything would listen.

Who's there?

Another voice answered cautiously. The heart looked at the boy in front of it, as it was probably formless and invisible to him.

Hi, I'm a brand new heart.

The heart responded happily.

But this is- That's weird. What are you doing in my heart?

The boy answered, confused. The heart was none the wiser.

The light brought me. I saw it shining in the distance...and followed it here.

The heart explained simply. The heart couldn't help but think that when It saw this light and felt it calling out to the heart, the urge to help this light filled it. This light felt sad, in need. What was the heart to deny this boy its help?

Yeah. That was my light.

The boy said, putting a hand on his chest. The boy's eyes were empty, cold, devoid of any speck of life or feeling. What ever had happened to torture this boy to such a degree?

But my heart is fractured. And now...the little I have left is slipping away.

The boy said regretfully. He looked tired, as if when he closed his eyes to sleep, it'd be his last breath, a surrender, giving into the eternal sleep. He was barely managing to stay alive, unable to catch the dead petals of his heart that were fading away into the dark abyss.

The heart had nothing to give. It had no soul or body, no medicines or potions. It felt something deep inside it, trying to crawl its way out. Whatever this something was, it's goal was to help, its intent on healing this broken boy's heart. This something could not sit back dwindling its thumbs, stand idly by and let this boy die. So, the heart realized, that if it had nothing to give, it would offer itself.

Then you should join your heart with mine.

The heart said reaching out.

Huh?

The boy said, his expression absent from his heavy-lidded face. The heart was not a yet a stabilized form. It was nothing more than potential. Infinite possibilities, an endless amount of dreams, what ifs waiting to happen. This miracle allowed it to heal this broken heart before it. The heart felt satisfied, content with its work. Just helping this other heart made it smile. Maybe the hearts it would meet in the future would feel as happy as this when it helped them? The heart could not help but wonder as a faint aura of light started to surround the heart.

Now our hearts have touched. Nothing else will slip away. And one day...you'll be strong enough to win back the part that already did.

The heart told the no-longer broken boy with great confidence. When the heart helped the boy and gave it the ability to heal and stabilize, the heart could not help but wonder what was in that portion. Was it a bit of light? Its personality? Its darkness? Fears? The heart did not know.

Right. Thanks.

The boy said with gratitude, closing his eyes, this time, without the fear of losing himself forever.

The heart had to go, as much as it wanted to stay with this friend. There was a tinge of regret in it, seeing as it would not remember the conversation they shared. Once it joined with its body and soul, it would be a clean slate from there out. Right now, this heart was merely an idea, not yet a stabilized product. It wasn't strong and independent enough in this state to carry things as precious as memory. That was more than the heart's weak state could handle. Already, part of their conversation was more than foggy and the rest was beginning to get messed up too. A heart, a newborn heart nonetheless, could not survive that long without a body or soul. It would only remember the feeling of being able to heal this other heart and keep the feeling in a place where it would stay until it was needed again.

It's time to wake up now. All we need to do is...

The heart began to say, its time here growing ever so short.

Open the door.

They said, voices joined as one. The heart was pushed out of the other heart and back on the path it was before in a flash of light. It need to get to its own body and soul before it was too late and harm befell it. Thinking back on it, the heart didn't even remember what delayed it in the first place. It just felt… important.

Honey, he's not breathing.

No, no, no no! I refuse to believe it! My baby!

The heart heard two voices yelling and crying out in pain. They were moarning, saddened beyond belief. As the heart connected with it's body and soul, it felt a burst of energy go through it.

Wait! ...It's heart's beating!