[\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...