Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Square Enix does.
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He stared out the window to the rain that fell on the neon city.
He lived in twilight. He was born in twilight. And yet he felt nothing. He knew almost nothing of his existence, and that bothered him but not that much because he couldn't really be bothered by anything in the first place.
He lived in a place that didn't really exist but was still tangible. It was like a cold, dark dream where you feel like you're falling, and then you wake up in a cold sweat feeling like you really were falling. He remembered somewhere dark, with the faintest light. He wanted to go to the light, but something held him back, like he was tied into his place. And behind him was darkness so cold and so fierce it enticed him and intrigued him. He wanted to go there too, but the same force that kept him from the glorious light made him stay from the everlasting darkness.
He felt so hollow. He felt like he was there but there was nothing inside him that made him tick. He felt like the wooden boy in the fairy tale that was just sprung to life by magic dust from a pretty blonde-haired lady. Except he couldn't remember any magic dust. All he could remember was that kid.
He hated that kid. Every dream that kid graced his presence in was just a nightmare. He would smile and vanquish his foes with the greatest of ease. And not only that, the kid had friends. FRIENDS. He didn't fully understand the concept of friends, but he knew friends made you feel like light. They made you feel. He hated the kid, loathed him, wanted to crush him and make him into nothing, just like he was.
And yet, somehow, he felt like he was connected to the kid. Some kind of bond. He didn't know what that was, but he felt it. Or at least remembered he felt it. Once. Maybe.
Then there was the evil man.
The man with hair like blades in the deep dark moonlight, with eyes like wicked fire that burned whatever they laid upon. The man with a voice like arsenic that made you crumble to your knees and reminded you that you were nothing.
The man told him he could have a heart. The man told him he was unique, that he could help them create Kingdom Hearts (whatever the hell that was). The guy sounded like he was on crack but the man's eyes and his voice made the boy follow him to his neon-lit non-existence hell on the brink of despair.
Oh well. At least he had Axel.
Axel. Axel was flames and embers, Axel was power, he was the flurry of dancing flames, he was the eternal blazing nothing that swallowed everything in rage and burning fury. But he and Axel got along. They managed to talk. They laughed at each other. They were the only "friends" in the whole damn place. Everyone else wanted to kill each other.
He looked out the window to the neon city in the rain. He left his room and walked down the long corridors until he reached the blistering white doors that led to the outside. He opened the doors with all his might.
And they came.