Darkness was all they knew. Despair was all they had ever heard of. Loneliness was what they were taught to hold in the empty cavity where their hearts should have been. All they had were wishes for hearts and they had their superior one to lead them down the long and winding road that was the creation of Kingdom Hearts. They were not one minded like their other halves, the heartless. They were nobodies, created from somebodies. They were an organization. They were Organization XIII.
The large white walled room was furnished with thirteen very tall throne-like chairs. On them sat thirteen figures in black leather cloaks. Their faces were shadowed and they could have been mistakenly thought to be the same person if it wasn't for their differences in size.
One of the smaller figures sat with its chin resting in its hand and its elbow perched on the arm of the chair. Its head was facing down a bit and there was no certainty that it was listening to a cloaked one who sat, speaking to the rest, in the tallest chair. The small one's shoulders moved up then down as it let out a sigh and a figure five chairs down leaned over a bit to look at the smaller one. The figure next to that one also looked over at the smaller one for a moment but quickly decided to pay attention to their leader again. When the leader had finished talking, he lifted himself from the chair and left the great, white room. All of the other cloaked ones began to stand and pull themselves deep into conversation with their neighbors; all but the smallest one. Number XIII stayed in his seat with his chin resting in his hand. He was too deep in thought to let the others' chatting bother him.
A nobody... He thought about being a nobody and being a pawn for Number I. The idea never was too appealing to him, but he never really had a complaint about it until now. Now, everything was changing and he didn't see any good to come from the change. He was more a precious toy for the organization than ever before.