That was the day I lost my heart. Literally. I was sitting on a bench, eating some sea salt ice cream when a man in a long black cloak came up to me and knocked me out. The next thing I remember is waking up and being given a name, weapon, and element. The name given? Aurxol. Weapon? Bow and arrow. Element? Sun.
I remember meeting a group of people, all for some reason with an 'x' in their name and having them introduced as 'Organization XII.' I stayed out of the way mostly for my first few days, which was apparently normal for new kids. I did my job, but did dare to ask once why we were doing what we were doing. The answer given? 'We don't have hearts. We're getting them back.' Well. That surprised me.
One mission, I was teamed up with 'Demyx,' a guy whom I had been watching over the past few days. He seemed to be very lazy, interested only in playing his sitar. He was nice to me that day, teaching me how to 'properly do recon' and how 'to get yourself out of doing anything else.' I knew it. He was lazy. After the mission he brought me back to the castle and wanted me to sit beside him on the couch. He pulled down the hood I had up since I first entered the Organization and gasped. My shoulder length hair flowed down in front of my face, which then gently, yet briefly, covered my blue-grey eyes. He had pushed my hair back and smirked. I glared.
But that was then. When I had first joined. But now, Demyx and I are inseparable. I have my hood down now most of the time, and am very open and gentle towards Demyx. He plays me songs on his sitar, and we're both as lazy as each other. It was nice.
