Surrounded by the flickering of my life on its steep and almost desperate decline, I watched as my memories of this place; of where I was once is desperately clinging to my sleeve. I pull out a small metal Zippo, out of my pocket. This isn't right to me. I pull the cigarette from behind my ear, and place it gently in my mouth. I protect the flame and start to take a slow drag from the tobacco stick. The speaker in the corner of the room crackles to life.
"Please don't smoke in your Recovery room, thank you, bub-bye," It said as it died again. I sighed. I pulled out the stick and put it out in the palm of my hand. I winced slightly in pain. Man would Reno have a laugh if he saw me like this. But, Xemnas said that… No would he?
Now I was going to find this out. I lit another cigarette and this time when the speaker it crackles back to life and tell me to do it again, I stopped myself from obeying the order.
I felt the room getting hotter, Man a transfer to a human nobody was tougher then I thought. My body felt as though it was on fire, But looking at my palms I saw that the tips of my fingers was starting to set the sheet on fire. The speaker set back to life emitted only few words.
"Welcome, Axel, Flurry of Dancing flames; to the Organization."
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It went over Shrugs do you really care?
