Long warning label...I know.

Disclaimer: I do not own the structure of the Kingdom Hearts universe. I am only borrowing and using to create a story. All original characters belong to their respective creators.

Welcome to the universe of this Kingdom Hearts Spin-off. This fiction is centered entirely around a vast cast of OCs, in the universe of Kingdoms Hearts, ten years or so after the events of Kingdom Hearts II. The original characters of KH make brief appearances or are spirits of the already fallen. Worlds visited and not visited in the Kingdom Hearts series will be explored, adding a little spice to the already quite good mix that is the Kingdom Hearts series.

Before I begin, I would like to speak to you, my readers. It has taken me a long time to finally decide to put this up on the site. This universe was mostly created by a group of KH fans at my school, which I had to unfortunately leave almost a year ago. It began as a joke as we redid our names with Xs to make Organization XIII names, but it blew up into this odd little thing that flickers on the screen before you. May at this school have dontated their characters to this story. Some are my friends with their mixed up name, others are RP characters that they created, others are even characters they created solely to help this story grow as it has. I love each and every one of them as my children, as well as reminders of all the great friends back home. I, as well as the friends at school, have gushed our love, feelings, talent, and time into these characters. I sincerly hope that everyone will love them, or at least not hate them.

And now, those of you who thought, "Aww...That's so sweet. An author's love for her characters," then I'm sure that we can all get along fine. And to those of you who don't think so, then you can read it if you want, but please don't make yourself read something you don't want to.

Enjoy.

Cycle, cycle, cycle

Where was she?

A girl stood up in the middle of literal nowhere. The sky looked like it was just before night really fell, when the sun still had a small bit of influence on the world. Twilight, it was called. Dusk, more specifically. There were destroyed buildings dotting the landscape. It seemed that they used to be architectural miracles, towering and stretching their black crystal fingers towards the sky, certainly. Their destroyed bases were shiny black shards now. She seemed to be standing in some sort of central square. She looked around trying to know where she was.

All she could remember of before was being a fruit and pastry peddler in Radiant Garden. She was happy, and she tended to get in trouble when she gave out apples to the little gutter children. She lived every day the same old way that a humble citizen might. Then the weird black things attacked. After that, all she could remember was years of just sitting in black nothing. How did she get out of there again?

She didn't really have time to think. A strange glow caught her attention. She followed it. She walked around a corner, into an alley, then straight through, turned and continued a long and winding search as the glow escaped her. She was being lead somewhere. Her mind was weakened from the long time in the darkness and didn't think that it might have been a trap. A really dumb trap to get caught in.

The glow stopped and dropped to the ground. The radiating weakened and she could see what it was. It was something resembling the crystal ball that fortune tellers use to seek the future. Her naïve, weakened mind told her to pick it up. When she did, she saw that her hand was not exactly as she remembered it before. She inspected it closer.

The crystal ball was about the size of a volleyball. In the center was a swirling mass of dark, smoke-like substance that curled and tumbled over itself restlessly. She shook the thing like a snowglobe. Strange markings that looked like an upside-down and spiky hearts swirl around, just below the surface. She was intrigued and stared harder at the shiny object. They swam lazily across as the smoky stuff continued to swirl and crash like waves below it. She felt tired. Maybe I'm still sleepy. She swaggered for a moment, and then fell into a deep sleep.

She got up again. This time, the city was in perfect shape. Tall, dark buildings surrounded her. In the distance, there was a large skyscraper with jumbled screens near the top. She squinted, but could see nothing depicted. The smell of city slum wafted about her, invading her nose that could not smell it. The sky was still in an eternal dusk. The globe was now stuck to her hand. She shook the hand experimentally, but it don't come off. She shrugged. Nothing was making sense at the moment, so it couldn't hurt to add another thing to the "Wow, that makes no sense" list.

A noise brought her out of her thoughts. Her head snapped up and saw something she did not expect. A person. The person was a hooded figure. It was dressed in a black robe with small trinkets at the collar. The person noticed her and began advancing towards her. She backed-up slightly, only to meet a wall to her back. She eyed him warily; maybe she could knock him out with the crystal ball if he came too close.

"It seems that you have found what remains of this world," said a rather low and deliberate voice.

She had only one answer for that, "What?"

"That object you hold is an archive of this world. All that is left of a once significant, yet insignificant world."

"What the heck are you talking about?" she asked in utter confusion.

"I have no time to explain such things."

The man suddenly advance quicker then before. The girl couldn't react before person was right in front of her. With one hand the person pulled down his hood, revealing a dark-skinned man with sliver-gray hair. With the other hand he pushed the crystal ball into her chest. She screamed out as the globe started melting into her, where her heart should be. There was a rather malicious glint in the man's eyes and he smiled in satisfaction.

"You are just like us," he stated, drawing back from her. She slid down the wall, clawing at the thing invading her body, "You are a Nobody, the shell of a being. You have no heart, and therefore do not truly exist."

That was a little too much for her to digest as there was a pain in her chest and memories she didn't know flooding suddenly into her mind. The man was in most of them. There was a strange heart-shaped moon in many of them as well. There was the castle and many hooded figures. They seemed to be talking to the man, but the girl could hear no words from them. They simply loomed there in their respective memories, reporting something, fighting, talking leisurely.

"In good time," continued the man, "you shall remember each member of the once infamous Organization XIII. You shall then gather a new group to take our place. I have read some of your memories, and your name has been reviled to me. Your name shall be-"

The girl woke up. The city was crumbled in ruin again. She got up slowly, pushing back dark strands of hair out of her eyes. It was a dream, and maybe this was a dream, too. She would wake up soon. Then she'd be back to selling fruit at a fruit stand. She looked around however, and the crystal was gone. Then, a lump that she could still feel in her chest began to move, and a new wave of unknown memories began flooding her mind. Maybe that dream wasn't just a dream. She looked around and noticed she was at a huge drop-off that she had failed to notice before. Her new set of memories told her that it was once called "The Brink of Despair". The city was called "Dark City". The castle that was once there was called "The Castle That Never Was".

"Well that's a pleasant way of naming things," muttered the girl.

The girl took her hands and slowly raised them. A cold feeling shot straight down her spine all the way to her heels. Her eyes stole away from their usual dark blue and changed to an intense orange color.

"Organization Number I: Xemnas. The Superior," she said in her normal voice, "Henceforth the position shall be carried out by the new Number I: Mixeka. The Baker of-"

She broke off. What kind of name was…?

"The Baker of Love and Doom."

Mixeka blushed slightly at the ridiculous name. An oversized machine with crying skulls and smiling heart appeared in her left hand. It was a powered hand-held mixer, but the spinning parts were rather sharp and painful looking. She stumbled with it for a while, getting used to the weight. She had the strange feeling that she knew how to use it.

Meanwhile, her short chant seemed to have affected the world around her. Dark City began to rebuild itself around her. Fine black dust began condensing where they once were on the tall black buildings. The Skyscaper fluttered back into existence, (or non-existance,) along with the crashed truck wedged in the alley next to it. The Castle That Never Was regenerated itself in front of her. Considerably grayer than the other buildings in the City. A translucent path was created to it, and she stepped forward.

"Mixeka," the man finished shortly, "Your power is regeneration. It can be used to recover a building or heal a wound. Use it at your own will."

Mixeka looked around inside the castle. She smiled. Gray walls, large halls, portal-like doors to rooms(, though the portal-doors needed fixing), and a great view of Dark City.

She could live with this.