In a haze, in a stormy haze, I'll be 'round, I'll be loving you always. Always. Here I am and I'll take my time. Here I am and I'll wait in line always. Always.

So I've made some mistakes. Ok, a LOT of mistakes. But I never hurt him! I never meant to hurt him, or drag him into all this. You've heard the story of Moulin Rouge, right? Well this is sort of like that, but the roles are a bit reversed. And some are much different. But there are still the whore (that's me. Heh.), the innocent, the pimp, and the back-stabber. If you don't know who the back-stabber was, it was Nini.

In my Moulin, the innocent is the one who was killed. He wasn't sick, but shot. Shot by that backstabbing bitch. I'd kill her if she weren't already dead. I'm the one who lived, when it should have been him. He had so much to offer. I was already an empty shell, even though he had filled me with love. Now I've begun to doubt whether love is real.

Perhaps I should introduce the cast. First will be their role, their Moulin Rouge counterpart, and their name. Some have no counterpart, but we'll just ignore that, shall we? And not all the characters from Moulin are in this, either. It's not the same story. It's my story. There are just some parallels.

The whore - Satine - Myself, Riku

The innocent - Christian - Sora

The pimp - Zidler - Ansem

The back-stabber - Nini Legs-in-the-air - Kairi

The servile mite - Warner - Maleficent

Other whores - Diamond Dogs - Shimbo, Heideki, Selphie

There are more, but at the moment I'm too weary to name them. At a later date I will begin this story. A story of freedom, beauty, truth, and love. Freedom from pimps and brothels, the beauty of something fresh and new, the truth of who and what we really are, and the love that an innocent can share with a worthless whore. But I shouldn't say that, because he always told me I wasn't worthless. At least I meant something to him.

I wanna live life, never be cruel. I wanna live life, always be true. I wanna live life, be good to you. I wanna fly, never come down. We never change do we? No, no. We never learned to bleed.