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I looked at the mutilated burned flesh in front of me – the remains once belonged to a small boy – a few seconds earlier his parents and siblings lay before me in the same state, yet feeling little sympathy towards the boy, I made him watch as they all burned to death. Before turning on him. He - like his family - screamed in terror as the flames ate at what I had given them, his heart giving its all to keep him alive.

I touched the place where mine would have been – have but isn't – the traitorous thing had left me, yet I still lived and thrived on the scent of charred flesh greeting my nostrils each time I was ordered to kill.

Reaching out to smooth my fire red hair I began the decent to the lower reaches of the village, where more lives would be taken, and all their pure hearts would join together at the end of their journey – in Kingdom Hearts.

Even my heart would be there, rejoicing to be away from its body. I didn't need it. It was a tool, something that kept me alive, now though, I am not alive nor am I dead.

Looking to my right I saw two of the village men standing together holding pitch forks, honestly, like that was going to stop me. I play with fire, and nothing like a silly hay moving tool would best me.

Reaching out I summoned my Chakrams, 'weapons of the fire devil', as I had once heard them be called. Griping them tightly I rushed forward slashing at the men, giving one a gaping flesh wound in his left leg, and the other was soon decapitated. Burning the bodies was easy work for me; fire was the only thing that wished to stay by my side.

After my heart left the fire was under my control, manipulated by my actions and commands, many of whom I worked with could control various elements, we were all unique.

Moving forward I saw what was left of the small village, a handful of children and women. I never felt anything when killing – I couldn't feel without a heart – it was simple. Kill and then leave, if any were left alive you would be beaten for it.

Brushing ash off of my long black coat, I opened a portal, gracefully stepping in, and out the other side.

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The main entrance to The Castle That Never Was, the walls as white as snow yet far more eerie with the dull glow of Kingdom hearts, its dull light flowing in from outside the windows. The place was always too big to give any greeting, and its odd structure made any new comers nervous. It still made me slightly jittery at the sight of the empty desolate halls.

"Number VIII, late as usual…" a small glare and a huge grin was sent in number VIII's way.

Looking over I saw the small hooded figure of Demyx – Number IX – all the members of the Organisation were given numbers in what order they joined. I greeted the other; Demyx was always there to welcome me back with a warm smile.

"So, any news?" I asked nonchalantly, sending a small grin towards him – a thank you gesture for welcoming me back, it made everything less lonely.

"I guess there is… wait do you want the good news or the bad news first?" I knew that Demyx always enjoyed playing games, and so took this to be one of them, as there was never any good news.

Thinking I could catch him off guard I replied, "Good news first".

"Well I'm glad you picked that one" Demyx smiled at me, there couldn't really be any good news could there? Wait, now I was getting trapped in one of his little games again.

"There is a new… …"

I knew he was doing this on purpose now, no way was there any good news or anything. Yet I couldn't help but be intrigued.

"... ..."

Not taking Demyx's suspension any longer, I turned to him. "What Demyx? What? If you don't tell me soon I'll…"

"Organisation member!" Demyx proudly boasted.

"Wait, what?" I stared.

There hadn't been a new member since, 4 years ago, and some poor kid now gets thrown in at the deep end, all the other members were pretty much in the swing of things now, so it wouldn't be fair to leave them on their own.

"What's their new name?" Looking over I saw that Demyx was already walking in front of me, skipping a bit, I soon caught up and repeated my question.

"Roxas." I looked at Demyx, he had stopped once again, and with a thinking expression and a shrug he changed direction and walked off. That was strange.

The organisation was a very complicated thing, any new members had to be renamed, they weren't with a heart any more and so needed a name, and the new name always had an 'X' in it. No one has any idea why. Sometimes those that come to the organisation are young – like Demyx and I – or older and much wiser – like Xigbar and Xaldin, but from losing your heart you do not particularly age. Since you have no idea when you are born birthdays are not celebrated, and since you cannot feel, no holidays were celebrated either.

It was a lonely life, love cannot be shared either because you have never felt it – without a heart anyway.

Deciding not to make myself more depressed I headed towards the rooms, intending to find this 'Roxas' and welcome him into the Organisation. It wouldn't be that hard to find him anyway, all the doors had numbers on and as every organisation member had their own number, all I needed to look for was a door with the number 'XIII' on it. I walked off humming a small tune to myself – so that there was some noise down the halls - and went on my way to follow the doors down the dim halls.

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Ok I'm so glad this is finally published! I'm rather happy with this. Thank you for reading!