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In a place called Destiny Islands, there lived many individuals. These individuals liked to call themselves, "a population." But some people thought that the idea of "population" was stupid and entirely uncalled for, and as such sought out new lands to travel to as a way of escaping from what they deemed, "The Curse."

One such individual was currently reminiscing on the day when he decided that he would escape The Curse and travel to new worlds. Not new countries or even continents, mind you. Worlds. As in, separate dimensions entirely. Not the most well thought-out idea ever, but then again, people who grew up on Destiny Islands were known for not making very bright decisions.

But, back to the reminiscing individual. This person was probably in his seventies somewhere, had dark skin and a grey beard, and was wearing a black, hooded cloak. To anyone watching, it would look like he was talking to himself. Either that, or he was talking with a giant, rolled-up carpet, which he was holding in his arm.

"Ah, I remember this place," he commented, "This is where I lived until I was eighteen years old. Or maybe I was twenty-two. Or twenty-five. I don't know, I was too busy plotting convoluted schemes to pay much attention to my age."

He got silence in response. "... But really, though. This place was, and probably still is, a nightmare-ish hazard just waiting to happen. Great place to drop you off, huh? Plenty of idiots to follow around, and whatnot." then, he paused. Looking at the blanket he was holding, he said, "Hey, you're not reacting much. Something wrong? I mean, I know you passed out, like, half an hour ago, but..."

Still no response from the blanket. But the figure wrapped up in the blanket did finally start to wake up a little. However, this couldn't be seen because of the blanket. "Huh. I guess he's dead." came the unconcerned statement from the individual. At this, the figure in the blanket spoke up.

"I'm not dead..." was all that he had to say.

"I guess I'll have no choice but to leave him here, then." he continued as if the blanketed figure had never even spoke.

"Don't do that, it's cold out here...!" the blanketed figure complained. Still oblivious to the fact that the figure he was carrying was very much not dead, the older individual placed him on the incredibly slanted trunk of a palm tree. Still, the blanketed figure complained about the sleeping arrangement. "Oh, come on! Couldn't you have at least put me on the sand? The sand is so much softer than this tree trunk thing!"

"Oh, be quiet, it's not like it matters! I mean, you're dead, what difference does it make?!" the older figure retorted. This just lead to the blanketed figure to be confused.

"Wait... you acknowledge that I'm speaking, but you still think I'm dead? What's wrong with you? I'm not dead!" the blanketed figure declared, still feeling befuddled. Only now did it occur to the older individual that maybe he should check if the one in the blanket was really dead or not. Something that really shouldn't have been necessary, given the fact that the one in the blanket was talking to him. But then again, this person did spend about twenty years of his life on Destiny Islands, which was bound to make anyone just a little crazy.

"Hmm, maybe I should check to make sure that he's really dead." the old individual said to no one in particular. He approached the figure in the blanket and checked his pulse. The pulse was definitley there, although once again, this wasn't surprising because the blanketed figure was awake and talking a long time before the older one checked his pulse.

"See? Life signs! Now will you stop-" the one in the blanket began, but was very suddenly interrupted by the older individual.

"Huh, I guess he really is dead." came the reaction from the older individual. The blanketed one's eye twitched in irritation, but since he was facing the ground, no one could see that.

"You even bothered to check my pulse and you still think I'm dead?! What is your problem?!" the blanketed one replied, shocked by the older individual's idiocy. The individual in question continued ignoring him and began talking once again.

"I guess I'll have to leave him here, after all." he said.

"Oh, for the love of-! I'm not dead!" he shouted.

"Yup, he's definitley dead."

"ARGH!" the blanketed figure cried out in frustration, "You know what?! I'm just going to sleep! I've had it with this!" And thus, the blanketed figure, quite promptly, went to sleep.

What the blanketed figure experienced next was what one would assume was a dream. However, it was more than that. This was what was known as a "Dive to the Heart." Few people ever bothered to experience this, but it did happen. However, even fewer people knew what a "Dive to the Heart" was, and this person was definitley one of them.

The next thing he knew, he was falling through a pit of water. This by all means didn't follow the standard laws of physics, because he had only just started falling, so he really shouldn't have been falling as fast as he was.

Plus, the water was cold. Really cold.

His eyes snapped open almost immediatly. "WHAAAGH!" he cried, "Jeez, this water is friggin' cold! And has way too much gravity! SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULENCE-hey, cool! I can breath underwater!" he exclaimed, now preoccupied with the fact that he could talk and breath underwater.

Only, then the blanket he was wearing dissolved.

Yeah. Dissolved. Like it was some kind of grain of sugar or something. And it dissolved into sparkles, no less. This finally revealed his face, however. He had blond, spikey hair that sort of swirled upwards in the front. He also had round, blue eyes that were currently wide open in amazement.

"Ooooh, pretty...!" he admired, only to be met with more cold. Shivering, he started complaining about his current predicament. "Okay, where the heck am I, and why is this water so cold?! Maybe it has something to do with the fact that this place looks like an abyss. Actually, come to think of it, WHY AM I IN AN ABYSS?!" he shouted, hoping someone would answer his complaints, even though he knew there was no one in sight.

He finally landed on a giant, glowing white platform. Really hard. He didn't break any bones or anything, but still, it hurt. Getting back on his feet, and complaining quietly to himself about the pain he was in, he started looking around. The platform wasn't completely round, but it looked like it was supposed to be. It had a huge chunk of it that looked like it had broken off, but where the remains were, he wasn't sure. His attention then switched to the fact that he was still freezing.

Then he noticed that, for whatever reason, he wasn't wearing a shirt. Don't be alarmed, he was still wearing pants, but still, it was annoying, not even having his blanket with him.

Then, he heard a voice sound in his head.

'GAH! Where am I?!' the voice shouted. The voice sounded like a really young boy's voice. The blonde figure jerked in surprise.

"Wh-who's there?! And why are you speaking in my head?!" he demanded.

'I... I don't know!' he replied, sounding like he was seriously panicking. 'Where is this place?! Do you know where we are? And... hey, I think I can see you!' the blonde figure started looking around, trying to find the source of the telepathic voice. All he found was a glowing orb of light, something he became extremely fascinated in.

"Hey, look!" he exclaimed, "There's a glowing orb of light over there! ISN'T IT PRETTY?!"

'A glowing orb of light? WHERE?!' the voice said, sounding as excited as the blond person. He pointed towards the orb of light he was referring to. 'Um, why are you pointing at me? I'm not a glowing orb of... OH MY GOD, I'M A GLOWING ORB OF LIGHT! AWESOME!' the voice shouted, now feeling extremely epic as he realized that he was a glowing orb of light.

"Wait, you're the orb of light? WOW! You're really pretty, Sparkle!" he replied.

'Awwww, thanks! You're so sweet! You're my friend, now!' the voice exclaimed. 'But, um... 'Sparkle'?'

"Oh, sorry! I can give you a different name if you'd like!" the blonde exclaimed, not wanting to hurt the orb of light's feelings.

'Speaking of names, what's yours?' the voice asked.

"Hm? Oh, right! I'm Ventus. It means 'wind' in Latin!" he explained. The orb of light approached him until it was floating in front of his face.

'Oooh, cool! Do I get a name that means 'wind', too?' he asked. Ventus thought about this for a few moments.

"Um, I don't know any other names that mean 'wind'. Actually, I don't know most things, for that matter. I just know a bunch of random trivia for some reason. I could give you one that means 'sky' or something, though. How about... 'Sora'? It means 'sky' in Japanese." he asked. The orb of light would have smiled if he had a mouth.

'I LOVE IT!' Sora shouted, and started flying around in joy. Then he stopped. 'Actually, why am I here, anyways? I mean, isn't this, like, your heart or something?'

"Wait, what?! What do you mean, this is my heart?!" he demanded.

'Um... I don't know! I don't know how I know anything! I'M SO CLUELESS!' Sora shouted, suddenly crying hysterically. Ventus then became more preoccupied with the fact that the giant, glowing platform was supposed to be his heart.

"Okay, so, if this is my heart, or soul, or whatever, then that means..." he paused to consider this. "...Then that means my soul is broken! WAAAGHH!" then he started panicking, bursting into tears the same way Sora had. "What do I do?! A huge chunk of my soul wandered off somewhere, and I don't know how to find it! NOW WHAT?!" he exclaimed.

Sora very suddenly stopped crying when he realized that Ventus was upset.

'H-hey, don't be upset! I-I can try to cheer you up, if you'd like!' he said, trying to think of a way to make Ventus feel better. 'A-Alright, that's it! I'm gonna fuse my soul with yours until you get the rest of your soul back!' he decided. Ventus looked up at Sora with giant, glittery eyes that would make fangirls squeel.

"Y-You'd do that for me? But we've barely known each other for five minutes!" Ventus exclaimed.

'Pssh, like that matters. You're my friend, and friends do ANYTHING for each other.' he explained, beginning to sound to Ventus like he was just a bit obssesive.

"Um, I'm fine, but thanks..." he said cautiously, still not sure what to make of Sora.

'NO. We're fusing souls, right here, right now. Because YOU... are my FRIEND!' he declared, and promptly went over to the broken half of the platform.

"Uh, do you even know how to do that?" Ventus asked, concerned that this soul-fusing would go terribly wrong.

'Nope! For all I know, it's not even possible! But I'm giving it a try, anyway!' Sora exclaimed.

"I really don't think we should try this...!" Ventus protested, but to no avail. There was a flash of light, and suddenly, the glowing white platform was a perfect circle again! Also, Sora was nowhere to be seen. "Oh, my God, it's A PERFECT CIRCLE! It's so pretty, and shiny, and-"

'Now, our hearts have touched.' came Sora's voice once again.

"Uh, that sounds really creepy." Ventus replied, suddenly feeling disturbed.

'Well, what else am I supposed to say? For crying out loud, Vennie, you can't expect too much from me! I've only just been born, for Pete's sake!' he exclaimed. There was a pause.

"Wait, you've only just been born, and the first thing you decide to do is fuse with someone you've only just met? What is your problem?" he demanded. "Also, 'Vennie'?!"

'Yeah. It's a nickname. I figure, since we're so close now and all-'

"Okay, now you're really scaring me!" Ventus interrupted, starting to feel more and more creeped out.

'What? I mean, our souls have fused, for crying out loud! We're, like, the best buddies ever!'

"No, that was just you being weird."

'Waaah, Vennie's dissing on me again~!'

"Okay, you be quiet! Just, shut up. Right now." Ventus demanded, quickly becoming fed up with Sora's behavior.

Awww, okay...

Finally able to think without Sora talking constantly, Ventus began thinking as hard as he could about how to get out of the really cold, watery abyss he was in. Something that proved to be very difficult for him to do, since his mind kept wandering from one thing to another. Eventually, he just became frustrated, what with the cold and not being able to focus on anything. So instead, he gave in and sat down on the platform, allowing his mind to wander as much as it pleased.

Then, the white glow of the platform erupted into petals.

Ventus let out a yelp of surprise, and Sora let out an incredibly long screech of terror, overreacting just a little. In the place of the white glow was a really detailed portrait of Ventus surrounded by various green designs. Ventus took the time to admire the picture of himself before asking Sora for advice. Not the brightest idea, but he was quickly running out of options.

"Hey, Sora... any idea on how I'm supposed to get out of here? I wouldn't normally ask you, but..." he trailed off.

'Aw, thanks for asking! Well, I sort of have an idea. All we have to do is...'

"Open the door, right?" he guessed, assuming that Sora would go with an answer like that.

'Actually, I was going to say that we have to eat chicken sandwiches, but yeah, that works, too.' he replied. Ventus facepalmed at Sora's incompetence.

"How do you even know what a chicken sandwich is?!" he demanded, "I thought you had just been born!"

'Well, because you know what a chicken sandwich is. And I've fused with your heart, so obviously, I know some of the things you know! Isn't that AWESOME?!' he exclaimed.

"Uh... sure..." he replied, once again feeling creeped out by the fact that Sora had not only fused with his soul, but in some ways, his mind, too.

'But, anyways, you can probably get out if you just wake up.'

"Wait, you mean, this is a dream?" he asked.

No, but you are asleep.

"That's... confusing, but okay. How do I wake up?"

'Maybe if you hit yourself really hard-'

"No."

'Okay, then I've got nothing. How do you usually wake up?' Sora asked.

"Well, I... I don't know." he stated, suddenly aware of the fact that he couldn't remember how he did anything.

'You mean, you don't remember?' he asked.

"Actually, come to think of it, I don't really remember anything before waking up a little while ago to some old guy accusing me of being dead." he explained.

'Oh. Are you dead?'

"No, of course not! Why does everyone think that?!" he exclaimed.

'I dunno! Hey, since I've fused with your soul, does mean I can like, posses you or something?' Sora suddenly asked. This really made Ventus panic.

"I have no idea, but DON'T YOU EVEN TRY IT! I'll have more than enough of your shenanigans without you possesing me on top of it.!" he said firmly.

'Hey, I wonder what this does?' Sora wondered.

"Don't talk about my heart like it's some kind of spaceship-! WHOA!" Ventus exclaimed, as a sudden flash of light erupted in front of him.

The next thing he knew, he was awake, back on Destiny Islands where he was before. He turned over on the tree trunk he was on, and suddenly, a Keyblade was summoned in his hand. "DANG IT, SORA, WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT POSSESING ME?!" Ventus demanded.

'I swear, I wasn't trying to!' Sora protested.

"Yeah, well, if you don't fix it right now I'll have to force you out of my soul! The hard way!" he threatened.

'Okay, okay! Just let me try and fix it! Um... hang on, maybe if I do this-'

Suddenly, a bright line of light came from the Keyblade he was holding and shot into the sky.

"Sora...!"

'I didn't touch anything!' he protested.

"Quit talking about my soul like it's a spaceship!" he yelled.

"A KEYBLADE!" the old man's voice sounded. Apparently, he hadn't moved too far from where Ventus was laying. Ventus was about to start getting on Sora's case again when he saw the sparkles dancing before his eyes, caused by the light from the keyblade.

"Oh, my God... it's... it's... so PRETTY...!" he said, staring unblinkingly at the sparkles. Then the old man started speaking again.

"Hmm, I guess he's not dead after all!" he commented.

"No DUH!" Ventus retorted, still not over the fact that the old man had been so convinced of him being dead earlier.

"I think I'll take you to my buddy, Eraqus." he continued, "That oughta do something productive."

"Wait, who?"

'Hey, Vennie?' Sora inquired.

"Ventus." he corrected.

'Sure, whatever. Listen, I kind of have to go back to where my body is, so I'll have to leave.'

"Oh, thank God! I-I mean... okay, sure." he responded. And with that, he got back full control over his body, and the Keyblade disappeared.

He sighed. He had no idea what was going to happen next, but he could only hope it wasn't going to be influenced by the old man or Sora too much.

Author's Notes: Oh, Xehanort. How he manages to come up with convoluted plots at all is beyond anyone's understanding. Also, those of you who've read Parody Mix will notice that Sora really hasn't changed at all since he was a newborn heart. This is how we know he's mature. XD

And poor Ven! He was to put up with both of their incompetence, what with Xehanort convinced he's dead and Sora trying to use his soul like it's a spaceship! I always wondered why he randomly summoned a Keyblade and shot a light towards the sky at the beginning. Anyhow, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter despite it's length!