Title: Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall

Summary: Who is the most Heartless one of all?

Characters: Saïx, Isa

Chapters: However many Heartless there are.

This will be a series of oneshots, each one about Saïx or Isa, and the names of all the different Heartless are the prompts.


Shadow

Click. Clack.

Really, why did his footsteps make noise if he wasn't there? If he was nothing more than a shadow? Why could he speak, and why could his tears leave drops on the floor?

To him, the answer was simple.

If he was Nothing, then so was everything else. The floor, the walls, the windows... And especially the "people".

Playful shouts break out between two friends, both vying for the same stick of ice cream. Quiet laughter sounds from within one of the castle's normally silent halls. Little things that no one would notice, but are so false that it almost makes him sick.

So he would be different. He wouldn't lie, he wouldn't pretend. He would be honest, painfully honest, and expose his "feelings" for all the world to see.

He was Saïx, The Luna Diviner, Number VII of Organization XIII, and he would not be a fool.


Soldier

He could hardly believe it. It had taken them years, but they did it.

Eyes wide, heart pounding, he turns to look at his best friend, to see that look of triumph and joy on his face.

But that victorious grin never shows up. All he sees is his friend's eyes, filled with terror, and the next thing he knows, the sun is gone and he can barely see his own hands.

He reaches out blindly, and finds Lea's wrist. Then he runs, dragging his friend behind him, only hoping that maybe they can find those guards, or one of the scientists, or some kind of responsible adult that can explain what's happening in a logical manner.

Then the Darkness itself comes to life, Isa feels Lea fall, and there's no more time to think.

"Lea, get out of here!" He screams fighting off claws, equipped with only his fists and feet. He almost relaxes as he spots that shock of bright red hair getting smaller and smaller. Lea would live. He would be okay.

"I am a soldier." He tells himself as he is dragged under. "I will protect what's important."

"I will protect my friends."


I really need to write about something that is not Isa, Lea, Axel, or Saïx, so I will take requests or whatever. Also, constructive criticism is much appreciated, as I know I need it badly. Thank you for reading.