It was quarter to midnight in The World That Never Was and most of the Organization were sleeping. Except one, Ilixelm. Her long silvery-blue hair shone in the moonlight as it poured into her window, highlighting her semi-darkly tanned skin with that trade mark 'X' scarred across the very top of her chest. She groaned and got up. Cursing loudly at her inability and want…no need to just sleep. Even her little blonde witch friend, Naminé, would be asleep by now.
Normally she would go straight to Xemnas or Saïx (aka: her parents.) However tonight was different. Xemnas and Saïx had specifically asked her not to go in that night. Ilixelm pondered for a moment, before considering all the possibilities. She didn't dare go to see Xigbar, for Demyx was probably naked and therefore she'd try to avoid him for a year, Xaldin sacred her, Vexen was sleeping with Flowers, Lexaeus had Zexion, Her parents were a no-go anyway and Axel was with Roxas…so that just left Larxene and Luxord.
She shook her head. There was no way in Oblivion she was going to wake Larxene up, and Luxord would probably ask for munny…it was time for a plan. She smiled and kissed the picture of Esmeralda that she hid under her bed. She sneered. How she hated Frollo. The French Court Judge of the Church was a cruel horrid man and Ilixelm knew her plan.
It was complex and needed careful planning…it wasn't easy to escape the white stone walls that she called home. She slipped on her cloak over the top of her black pyjamas and smirked. The place was crawling with heartless. She controlled her shudders and crept very close to the dim light, she was damn near invisible. The light wasn't strong enough to make the heartless go berserk but it wasn't weak either.
She remembered the note she had left on her pillow. She took one last look back at what had been home for just over seventeen years, before she disappeared into the dark unknown, unaware of the wind that had blown her note away.