Yeah, I don't have much to say this time around.
Disclaimer: If I owned Kingdom Hearts, I would probably be very, very rich. Which I am not.
Pieces
Ienzo had always loved puzzles, and as he grew older, he started liking a different kind. The sort of puzzle that messed with his mind, the kind that made him think. The mysterious kinds, like the mystery of the heart, and what it held inside.
He still had a taste for puzzles even after he lost his heart. Every move he made in his tactics became another piece of a giant puzzle. Riku, darkness, Vexen's replica—they were just pieces, fitting together in different places. But what Zexion didn't know was that this puzzle would end his existence for good.
A/N: Like I said, I don't have anything to say today. Reviews are nice, but I don't think I really have to ask for them anymore.