[\The Present/]
I stare at the heart shaped moon, wanting someday to have my own.
A heart.
Here outside of The Castle That Never Was, I hummed with my favourite song all the while glancing slowly and sadly to the ground.
I kicked a rock on the crater-like ground and held my arm, walking slowly across the landscape.
"Out here, nothings clear
Except the moment I decided to move on and I ignited
Disappear into the fear
You know there ain't no comin' back
When you're still carrying the past"
I sang under my breath while looking up for no reason, to see one of the Organization's members on the balcony facing my way.
I attempted to wave, barely, at the member.
I think he might have nodded but from this distance, what would I know?
I am Rixika, the unlucky number XIII.
My keyblade is Disaster's End.
Which I hate that Roxas kid taking the credit for my ownership of the keyblade...
Everyone praises him for having the unique and rare weapon, I was here before him yet he gets the credit.
It stands to be expected though, I'm not very popular in the Organization.
I stood, walking towards nothing in particular until a portal materialized.
The dark blue ground seemed like the moon's exterior, with the exception of the castle's intimidating presence.
I strolled into it, standing right in front of it before turning back at the man in the window.
He had left, to my dismay, and I continued into the portal.
If I recall, the members had called it The Lanes Between.
I don't remember what happened next nor afterwards, although I will admit the way events played out was mighty suspicious...
