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It was cool. I could feel it in my spine, as I silently tiptoed down the streets, and the biting wind dried my tears. I quite enjoyed being alone: it meant I could shiver without eyes rolling or being nagged. Some Heartless sprang forward from the nooks and crannies from the abandoned streets of The Second District, every now and then, but they were easy to ignore: they sniffed me, but let me be. Like Xemnas, they didn't think I had a heart. Whether or not they were wrong was irrelevant. I was safe.
Walking past a boutique, I caught sight of myself in a dusty mirror past the filthy window. I had dirty blond hair in a vivid Mohawk, but my blue eyes were too far away to see. I was pretty skinny, and my robes hung off my torso. My spunky grin was arranged as normal, but it vanished quickly.
Suddenly, I clutched my heart in shock as I heard a splintering crack from inside. Why? Surely Heartless didn't need to break down the door to get into a place, right? And why would they try to break into an expensive clothing shop? Telling myself to be serious (an image of a Heartless soldier in a cashmere pullover floated around my head), I summoned a dark portal, the way Axel taught me to do it, and stepped through. I'd done it right! I was on the other side of the dirty, once red-painted door. I could have smashed it down, but whatever was inside might have heard me… At this point, I wondered exactly why I was checking what that noise was? It wasn't my mission, and if I tried to explain to "Numero Uno" that I was curious… well… we Nobodies "aren't supposed to feel" are we?
I silently looked around the shady room, as I formed my massive sitar from moisture in the air. The lamps were off, but several candles were dripping wax, lighted, left on a huge mahogany bureau, and also a couple left on the wooden floorboards. I had to restrain myself from putting the blatant fire-hazards out, because this would obviously give myself away.
Gently, I crept forward, scowling as my heavy, black boots made a nasty loud squealing noise on the floorboards next to one of the clothes-racks. I'd heard the noise out back, so, careful to tread on the rug to avoid further noise, I climbed onto and over the counter, and through the door at the edge of the dingy, dirty, shop.
It had been abandoned ever since the Heartless came to Traverse Town, as they had overrun the Second and Third District, the overcrowded First District being the only safe refuge. Well: that cranky old crone was still living in that weird waterway in the Third District, but other than that, zip.
I jumped again, as I heard a banging and shaking upstairs. It sounded violent, whatever was happening, so, wrought apart with curiosity, but terrified, I pulled up another of the portals, and vanished upstairs.
I was at the top of the winding spiral staircase. There was a very small corridor, with three doors just ahead of me, and, slinking as quietly as my revoltingly shiny, clunky boots could allow. The sounds were coming from behind the probably cream (difficult to tell in this light) door.
Biting my lip until I could taste the blood on tongue, I gingerly reached out with a gloved hand and stretched my fingertips, pushing the door slowly, so slowly ajar.
Still nothing visible.
In one, probably stupid, move, I kicked the door with my boots, and flicked the light inside the room, as I gazed around.