Author's note-Hi, sorry my last story ran out of steam. after onsideration i decided to put it on hold until after this one. it is pre written so no chance of steam running out on me. it concerns a new member of Org 13. i hope you all like it and please review.


The footsteps crashed down hard into the puddles of rain forming in station heights. He ran endlessly, attempting to escape the ever chasing shadows. The moonlight shone upon his face his hair dripping with the falling ocean above him. The yellow eyes behind him seemed to zig and zag from side to side in the darkness. He had heard of these shadows, these heartless, from his co-workers. But why were they chasing him? His heart was not black or foul. He was pleasant enough to those he knew. What was his crime? Surely not that he was never really there, in the reality. Surely it was not because he was always away in his head, dreaming of thoughts beyond others understanding. He didn't want it to end this way. He didn't want an end without answers.

As he turned the corner, the shadows burst into flames, burning like fireworks, screeching at their end. He looked forward. There, across from him in the sandlot, there stood a cloaked figure. They were holding two disc-like objects, still burning with the flames.

"Who are you?" No answer came. "I demand to know who you are!" his voice cracked with the shouts that continued to echo across the buildings, running from the fate about to befall their source. The cloaked man laughed.

"Oh, Jare, you make me laugh." He removed his hood. "Oh, the name's Axel, got it memorized?" Axel, this man in front of Jare stood tall, far taller than him. Axels' hair matched the fire coiling around his weapons. "Well Jare, Enjoy the sleep." Jare felt himself fall, those horrid yellow eyes that axel had saved him from covered his entire being. Jare could feel some vacating his chest. It felt like a light going out, a candle blowing out, a star dying, all inside his torso. He could feel it, his heart was leaving. He could feel it. It was time for death.


Walls of white blinded his eyes as they fluttered slowly open. Thirteen thrones surrounded him, all with their own cloaked figure sitting upon them. Jare felt empty, he could feel his heart was missing. But what shocked him the most was that he could see his fringe resting over his left eye, the way it was before except it was lime green. What had happened? He had his heart stolen. He should be a heartless but yet he wasn't.

"Jare." The loud, creepy voice came from the highest throne. "You have become a nobody, an empty vessel without a heart. Just like everyone in this room." So everyone in the room could feel that missing piece. Jare thought that was quite funny in a sadistic way, that something that he didn't have caused more pain than the pain caused by his cuts or bruises. "Jare was your somebody's name, not your nobody's. You shall now be called...Jexar." Jexar, that was just an anagram with an x. But he felt that it had a certain ring to it. He liked it. Jexar liked it.