Summary: For a Nobody, death was thought to be the end of everything. Even when others moved on to the next life, the Nobodies faded and became nothing at all. But, on the Destiny Islands, two years after the fall of Organization XIII in Kingdom Hearts, seven Nobodies have been given a second chance. With nothing left of their memories but their ages and their own names, these Nobodies hold the keys to unlocking their past...if they can all meet again in the next life.

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Prologue

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How could this happen...I was so close. Then, that little brat had to come and ruin everything.

He lay broken on the cold floor of the thirteenth story of his castle, reflecting on what had happened only moments before. That child, the wielder of the legendary keyblade, had made such a fool of him. He had been so sure that nothing could possibly go wrong. His plan had been perfect, flawless! It should have come off without a hitch. Yet still, he lay here on his back in the darkness, bleeding and barely alive. He was dying; he knew it was so. There was nothing that could save him. He would die here, and he would have accomplished nothing. He would never have known what it was like to have a heart, to truly have been able to feel any sort of emotion. He was completely empty, devoid of it; he could feel nothing.

And yet...it seems as though I wasn't entirely emotionless. There were times when I thought I was happy, or angry. Times when I was sure I truly did hate someone. Times when I thought that I...

He winced at the stabbing pain that shot through him; was this really what dying was like? He had always thought death came quickly, but for him, it appeared to be taking an eternity. Why couldn't it just be over? He didn't want to reflect anymore, he didn't want to think. He just wanted this pain to stop; he just wanted to fade.

I have only one other regret, he thought to himself, as his eyes began to close tiredly. I never told her...just how much it meant to me to be able to trust her. How much it meant for her just to be near me... He felt his breathing begin to slow; his lungs felt leaden. The pain in his chest was growing worse, but he couldn't force himself to breathe.

I don't know where people like us go when we die, or if we go anywhere at all. Maybe we just fade, and that's all...but wherever you are, in another life, another world, or nowhere at all...at least I can join you, now.

And with one last, ragged breath, he stilled, and thought no more.