Warnings: None, it’s fluff

Disclaimer: I don’t own Square Enix. I wish to the powers above a glass bottle will wash up in front of my land-surrounded home and inside will be a note from King Mickey, granting me the rights.

Notes: This is based on something I wrote for my AP French class. I wrote a short fairytale, La Princesse Sans Coeur, and turned it in. Yeah, in the original, it was a princess. Zexion is that prissy. If anyone speaks French and has access to my livejournal, the original story can be found there.

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Once upon a time, there was a kingdom ruled by a prince without a heart. Though he was handsome and brave and smart, everything a good prince should be, he was nothing without a heart. The kingdom had once been beautiful and prosperous but its prince, Zexion, cared nothing for it because he could not care. He did not work for his people, because he did not love them. Through his neglect, the kingdom fell to drought and famine. And still he did not care. He sat all day in his throne room, languishing, occasionally watching out his windows, but ultimately doing nothing.

One day, out of nowhere, a stranger entered the kingdom. Despite the gloom, the stranger glowed as he smiled to everyone. In a place bleached gray, he was colorful with his golden hair and beautiful eyes. He wasn’t a human but rather an angel of kindness, with a heart made from the purest light.

For the stranger to enter the prince’s castle was no difficult task; the heartless prince could not even care enough about himself to post guards. He came before the prince to ask him why he cared not for his kingdom. The prince, so apathetic, watched the stranger come in. He was not unused to petitioners but this one was different, for the first time, Prince Zexion sat up in his seat, intrigued by the stranger’s blue eyes and the light within him. He was intrigued by the beautiful man who entered this castle.

“My name is Demyx and I have traveled from afar to speak with you. I hear your kingdom is weak and poor because you do not love it,” the stranger explained. “I am here because I cannot bear to see such emptiness.”

“You’ve heard correctly,” Zexion replied, voice flat and uncaring. “I have no love for my kingdom, that is true. I cannot love my kingdom.”

“Why haven’t you got a heart?” Demyx asked, saddened by the prince’s apathy.

“I don’t know.”

“Doesn’t that make you sad?”

“No.”

Demyx left with disappointment bound in his heart; it hurt him so to see the heartless prince so empty. Yet his visit was not in vain and the prince did begin to wonder why it was that he possessed no heart; he had been that way since the day he was born.

Day after day, Demyx visited Prince Zexion. Some days he played music and other days he talked. The prince found himself looking forward to such visits. When he anticipated Demyx’s coming, the empty place in his chest would stir. He did not know, but the first sensations of love began to grow in him. And with those sensations of love and with the power of Demyx’s light, a heart began to grow where Zexion had once had none. As time passed, his heart grew and grew, watered with love for Demyx.

And then, one day, unexpectedly, Demyx announced he would leave.

“Stop!” Zexion cried, running out of the castle to catch up with his angel. “Don’t leave! Stay…for me. I have a heart now. It’s tiny and I don’t know what to do with it, but it’s a heart. And…with my tiny heart, I’ve fallen deeply in love with you.”

Demyx smiled, turning to kiss his prince. “I have a heart of light and it will be plenty for the two of us while yours grows. And I, sweet prince, loved you from the first.”

“I want you to stay…to help me rebuild my kingdom,” Zexion explained. “I want to make it live again. I care about it now…I owe it so much. Please, stay, teach me how to use my heart!”

And with his heart, they did restore the kingdom. And the prince and his angel lived happily ever after.