He slid an arm firmly around his wife's slender waist, orange eyes dancing with something akin to glee, though the woman at his side knew that her husband had never felt such emotions. If he did, he bore no memory of them.
"It's finally ready... Heirra." he said, hugging her close and smiling into her blue locks. "Finally, we can have our own child, won't that be wonderful?"
The woman dubbed Heirra pulled out of her husband's warm embrace, stepping back so that her black skirt danced at her ankles, her heels clicking against the concrete floor. "No, it won't be, because what you're making... it won't be natural. It won't be real!" she cried. Before she could turn and run, however, he gripped her wrist and turned her around.
"Heirra, my dear, this is what you wanted, remember?! You were the one that asked for a child, not I!" he hissed into her ear as he drew her closer, her head knocking against his chin painfully.
"I wanted a child of our own creation, not of anything... scientific like this! And using research that isn't even yours, that makes it even more despicable!" She yelled, though her voice was cracking with tears and filling with desperation. Why didn't he just let her go?
"I would only go against Ansem for /you/! Don't you understand that yet?! You!" He threw her against the machinery that was stored in the laboratory, staining her white coat red with her blood and black with the lucid essence of darkness that spilled all over her.
He had realized what he had done far too late for him to fix his mistake.
"Heirra?" First, a whimper. "Heirra?" Then, a desperate cry. "Heirra!?" The realization that he had just possibly killed a human being. One that he had sworn to stand by for all of time. He rushed over to her, continuing to utter her name, as if it would open the eyes or bring color to the flesh, instead of all over her outfit, the one she had worn today for him.
There was no heartbeat, he knew it, but denied it. There was no more breath, no matter how much of his own was wasted in order to bring back hers.
"...Heirra." Finally, the understanding that his sobs reached only his ears. How could he atone for such a mishap!? He hadn't meant to kill her, she had angered him...
That was it. It had been her fault.
That very thought engraved itself into the twisted mind, tightening the knot of insanity. He pulled the body from the now useless machinery and set it on an examination table left over from when the room was used for medical purposes. "Sweet, sweet wife... I forgive you." he smiled, kissing her forehead as he threw a white cloth over her unmoving form and proceeded to clean up the mess the murder had caused.
A chime from the clock nearby had alerted him to a meeting with his superior, and he abandoned the body with the loyalty of a dog on the way to his master. Making sure that there was no blood spilt upon his own clothing, he straightened his tie at the double doors and pushed them open, breakfast, tea, and a smiling blond man awaiting him.
"I'm glad you've decided to join me, Xehanort."
"I had some trouble downstairs, but it's all sorted out now, sir." He said, orange eyes glinting now with something different, akin to devotion. Yet the corpse downstairs, slowly shifting and changing form underneath a sheet as darkness wormed its way into the cavity where the heart once lay, once knew very well... the man called Xehanort was unable to feel devotion.
And that very first heart floated up beyond the doors of darkness, becoming the almighty...
Kingdom Hearts had been born.
