Zaine looked at the world through his eyes of smoky gray. His black and red hair was put back into a ponytail that stuck off his head about three inches. He raised a cigarette to his lips, took a drag, inhaled, and let the smoke out into the cool, crisp midnight air. He watched as strangers walked by him, giving him their looks of him. His body was submerged in black. His pants were loosely fit but stayed on around his hips. His boots of black leather steel toe gave him great stability. his chest was covered in a black shirt with no writing on it. His trenchcoat covered his body and hid his little weaponry inside.

Zaine dropped his cigarette and put it out. He slowly walked across the street of the 3rd district. A vehicle came flying by, honked at Zaine, and just continued on at it's rate of speed. Zaine just looked at the driver, shrugged, and walked on. When he reached his house, he opened the door to see his girlfriend sitting in her chair, eating something that looked good.

"What are you eating?" asked Zaine. He put his trenchcoat up on the coat hanger.

"Just some chocolate covered ice cream," explained the girl. She dug her spoon into it more, took out a chunk, and put it all in her mouth in one gulp.

"You know we can't have any of that around. We don't eat that. We can't even taste the smooth, dark chocolate anymore. Not even the vanilla ice cream has taste,"replies Zaine, reaching into the fridge for something to drink.

"I want to look civil. The people around here think we're nuts because we're up at night," pouts the girl. She takes more of the ice cream.

"Now come on, Rebecca, you know I hate to see you pout. It makes me feel bad," whines Zaine after grabbing a soda and shutting the fridge. Zaine cracks the can open, takes a drink, and sets the can down by the sink.

Rebecca just kept quiet, eating at the ice cream she couldn't taste. Zaine grabbed her hand and rubbed her ice cold hands with his ice cold hands. Zaine looks into Rebecca's eyes and remembers the day they became heartless. He remembers the soldiers coming after them. He saw them attacked in groups. He knew there was no retaliation he could do. He saw an opening and ran for it. He noticed his hand was empty and heard her scream. He ran back after her. She got swallowed into the darkness. He fought against the others to free her, losing his life as well. He then remembers waking up in the house, the people that owned it before laying cold. He felt his body and noticed it was fine, just ice cold. He looks at Rebecca and remembers the day Ansem took both of them into his guidance.

Zaine looks outside and notices someone looking at them. It was Destiny and Sachiel. What are they doing here? Aren't they going after Belle? He got up from his chair and opened the door. Without saying a word, the two of them blasted past Zaine and sat on the couch. Zaine shut the door, looking at the two of them in confusion.

"What are you two doing here?" asks Zaine.

"We were going after Belle, but then Sora came out of nowhere and went to ambush us. I saw the escape pod and grabbed Sachiel and threw him in and now we're here," replies Destiny, looking pale as ever.

"Why did Sora try to attack you? Wasn't Lord Ansem trying to hold him off so you two can grab her?" asks Rebecca from the table.

"He tried, but when Sora got past him, he had a messenger tell us, but we saw that Sora got past Riku before we could grab her," replies Sachiel, holding his head.

Zaine grabbed his trenchcoat. He looked at the two and tilted his head towards the ship he hid out in the 2nd district. He took Destiny and Sachiel there, put them behind him, and he started the ship. Soon as the ship started, they were on their way to Hollow Bastion.