Organization XIII: My Insider's Look

Hm...just started this story...but my character's cooler than my others xD Anyway, comments appreciated, constructive criticism please, and hope you enjoy (oh yeah any suggestions for titles are great, for chapters or the whole story or anything because I SUCK at making up titles :D ) Anyway, I'm trying to make this so that people who don't play Kingdom Hearts can understand it, but I might need some help...of course, people who don't play probably won't want to read...but it never hurts to make sure, right? :)

Oh yeah, interesting tidbit: another story I came up with, while I was getting into the shower xD

So:

Organization XIII: My Insider's Look

Prologue: DiZ--Ever the Manipulator

The heartless took my world six years ago. Heh, I was only eleven then. My, how time flies.

I won't go into the details--they're none of your business. But I guess I have to say spying ran in the family. Typical, I know, but that's how it was. I was always taught to keep information about myself to myself. You have no idea how crazy this is driving me, just telling you this.

Anyway, so once upon a time this guy who called himself DiZ needed a spy, and he was too scared to get off his butt and do it himself. So he used the dirtiest tactic to get himself one.

He just showed up one day when my parents were away (can I say stalker much?), and talked to me, and offered to give me all this crap just like all the adults tell you the big scary kidnappers will do. So of course, I screamed, kicked him, and ran back into the house. (Contrary to popular belief, it seems, my parents did NOT teach me their awesome martial artist skills at such a young age--they were going to wait until I came of age, and then see what I wanted to do with my life.)

So the only thing I could do was hit and run. But the dude grabbed me and dragged me to what he called his gummi ship, and I looked out the window as we took off and there are a bajillion heartless creeps overrunning the place.

For those of you lucky enough to never see one of those--they're these weird shadowy-looking beings without hearts, obviously, and they go around stealing other people's hearts and feeding off the darkness in them. So then those people turn into heartless, too. And then the empty shell of the body left behind is the nobody, which technically doesn't exist. The hearts go to a place called Kingdom Hearts, and when there are enough Organization XIII, a little group of the most powerful nobodies, who have actually retained a human appearance, plans to use the hearts to become real. Oh, and the heartless's favortie snack is the heart of a world...they get there through the keyhole of the world, and then gone is the heart, gone is the world, and everyone on it. The only thing that can stop the heartless is the keybearer, who now would be a kid named Sora, and he's supposed to go around locking keyholes so the heartless can't get through.

Ha, sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm used to giving all the information I know.

So anyway, as I'm watching through the window at my world's destruction, the freaking jerk points and tells me insensitively, "See? I saved you from that."

And I scream in my head, "You idiot, if you really cared about random strangers that much you might've actually picked up my family and everybody else, too!" I was smart enough to know he just wanted to use me for something...and, knowing my parentage, I could guess why.

This DiZ wanted a young spy that he could train up to do everything he told them and then send out into all kinds of dangerous situations so he wouldn't have to risk his neck.

Not that I mind dangerous situations. But you have to admit, that's just wrong. And I'm ashamed to say I made it painlessly easy for DiZ to manipulate me. I even thought of him as a sort of second father. But now I've finally woken up and seen how fake it all was. Thanks to two things: my last mission...and a girl named Namine.

My first mission was half a year later. I picked up the martial arts and other stuff DiZ taught me pretty quickly. I have to say, I was a pretty good spy. Every mission was more successful than DiZ had been hoping.

Though there were a few...accidents...where I let slip my presence...and well, now my main subject, the Organization, knows my name pretty well.

DiZ doesn't approve of my reckless risks taken to gain more information...but I say, as long as I don't get captured or killed or anything, who cares? The more info, the better, right?

And I haven't been caught once, despite being 1 on the Organization's Most Wanted List, with every physical feature carefully journaled.

But DiZ, the worry-wart, was concerned about my infamy. So for my seventeenth birthday present, he gave me my toughest mission of all...but I must say, the most fun, and the one I owe my life to.

So feel lucky--I'm actually about to tell you top secret, classified, confidential, extra hush-hush information. Enjoy.