Another day in the world that never was.

The library was the calmest place in the world that never was, no one ever came there. There were two reasons.

First no nobody was interested in books, besides Xemnas and Roxas. Number one used to collect reports and bind them into large volumes, while the youngest member was merely writing a diary.

Each and every entry was about the same things:

Axel, Sora and Riku

and none of the entries was more demanding than a Stephenie Meyer book.

The second reason, why no nobody cared for the library was because there were no books at all. Xemnas had burned all of them after the gave him no clue how to regain his heart.

So Xigbar sat alone in the vast room with empty grayish shelves from the grayish floor to the grayish ceiling, drinking home brewed mead in the grayish light. There was too much honey in it, so he could only take small sips otherwise his throat would get sticky. But he liked it that way.

Every surface reflected the bits of moonlight that had fought its way through the atmosphere, the thick clouds and one of the rare windows of the castle, just to be be held slave in the endless windowless white halls. Doom to wander around until it find the way. Of course some of the light ended up in the largest room of the world that never was.

The library.

The thick rimmed white door that would be the hoped for escape for the moonlight was neatly closed expect for the times when Xigbar slipped in or out.

The castle was a prison indeed, for its ihabtians as well as for the forces of nature.

Xigbar himself was not aware of those small facts.

He just asked himself who had farted this time when ever he met the breeze that blew in Demyx homeworld the day he died.

It came with the musician, as a friend, as fellow prisoner. As a piece of home an comfort so far from home.

But now it was nothing but a lukewarm breeze that wandered the castle together with the light. The smell of the sea long gone.

Xigbar took another sip of the mead and sighed. The benches of the library were comfy and nice to nap in. He spend most of the day drinking an dozing because there was nothing better to do, besides a game with Luxord, but he always lost which killed the fun and the thrill.

So the sharp shooter sat there, sighed and as always thought about fine a drinking horn would be, but then again to much trouble for to less fun.

With a black flash a portal interrupted the quiet peace of the white and vast room and spat a bloody, black coat on the floor of the library and vanished.

Number II didn´t even raise an eyebrow. „Ya really oughta learn when to stop fella. Someday the darkness won´t spit ya on the floor like a chewed up piece of smokeless tobacco y´know." he said and picked his finger nails with his teeth. He´dn´t broken them not a single time that way.

The bloody black coat rose to its feet. „Quit talking old man." the bloody black hood hide the face of number seven only the yellow eyes glared at Xigbar without blinking for the fracture of an eternity.

Xigbar blinked, a sharp shooter needs to have wet eyes all the time, he can´t risk them drying and falling out. The thought of his eyes dried like raisins made him smile ever so faintly. „Do me a favour and get laid, I can´t stand your PMSing." his smile grew into a smirk from ear to ear as the younger one turned on his heels and stomped away.

He kicked the door open and it fell to the floor causing a cloud of dust to rise. The fog settled and Number seven was gone.

Xigbar sighed. „Those newbies have no style at all." with a smooth gesture of his hand the door returned to its hinge like the beserk had never even touched it.

He took another sip of his mead and leaned back, intending to take a nice nap, paying no attention at all to the blood on the floor.

AN:

well I´m too lazy to write a incredible long and boring disclaimer, I mean if I´d own kingdom hearts I wouldn´t be writing this fanfiction, wouldn´t I?

oh yes I haven´t yet tasted mead, I suppose it´s disgusting

and I hope all of you like this prologue, if not I don´t care

review if you want, I don´t care

oh and sorry for my awful english, I´m just a humble fangirl from europe, but grammar´s overrated anyway