He walked through the rainy streets, as the neon lights burned bright in the dark night. He looked around…nothing at all…the very air is silent. He recalled times when those streets were filled with heartless everywhere. Not that we had anything to do with them. Just a means to an end, a foolish end nonetheless. He smirked as he remembered the organization, which he was a part of. Those fools actually thought that Kingdom hearts would give them their hearts back…they never realized that this place only devours hearts, it does not create them. After all, that place is only one of 'its' creations. He wondered how no one had heard of that thing before, but then again, it was one of the most covered up secrets of all time, no one wished for such horrific events to surface ever again. Well, all that's about to change, very soon. He looked up at the huge building facing him. The memory skyscraper, our old headquarters. It was Xemnas' idea to build that huge castle, to make it closer to the position of kingdom hearts. The skyscraper had housed them for a much longer time, and it had many secrets they kept out of sight. He didn't walk into it though…he went to the side, where a huge truck blocked the way into an alley. He smiled knowingly; too bad no one realized what this was. He went to the side, and ran his gloved hand against the sleek metal…till he reached what he was looking for. Right here…his hand pressed a hidden switch, and a mechanism creaked into life; the truck rolled slowly to the side, granting him entry into the secret alley beyond. He checked it out carefully, no one's been here for a while. Dust covered the walls, and doors seemed untouched. Makes my job easier…he said he'd be here soon. Wouldn't want him to doubt the place, not after all I've done. He walked towards the distant large door, which was covered by an all too familiar emblem, the inverted splintered heart with the cross-like shape protruding from it. He smiled smugly, the nobody symbol...haven't seen it for a while. Not since Castle Oblivion… a sharp anger suddenly welled up inside him, remembering what had happened for him earlier, what had kept him from acting for three whole years. No need to think of it now, all will be fixed in due time...in due time. With a smile of satisfaction on his face, he opened the door and walked in. there were preparations to make, he had been waiting for this chance for a long time, and he was not going to be denied from it, not after all he'd done and sacrificed. The room was cold, much colder than he expected, but then again, nobody had entered it in almost two years. He walked over to the dusty fireplace; it still has wood, how fortunate. He moved his hand towards the wood, a small spark flew from his hand, and a fire sprang to life. He welcomed the change from the cold weather outside, and so he sat by the fire, gazing into the flames. Slowly, his train of thoughts shifted to his most recent memories, memories he'd kept for himself, ones that even HE did not know about. He still recalled that moment, when he faced off against Riku, it seemed that all was lost; Riku was not easily affected or deceived by the darkness, being one of its denizens for some time. However, and fortunately for him, Riku left, and his clone was supposed to finish him off. But it was a clone, and copies do not have the same experience as their original selves. When the clone attacked, he used his last ounce of power to manifest a shadow copy of himself, an almost perfect copy, but it was enough to trick the clone, which attacked it, and thus he officially was dead. He had to admit though, that last surge of power was a little too much, and he almost died…it had been foolish, but necessary. He lay in a hidden place inside the castle for the following days, regenerating his strength and thinking about his next move. When he had gathered enough strength to move, he got out of his hiding place, only to find the place ruined and abandoned. That runt and his friends defeated everyone? Vexen, Axel, Larxene, Lexaeus and even Marluxia? I have underestimated them. There was a problem though, he couldn't return to Xemnas now, that would blow any cover he had, and would ruin any hopes of reaching his ultimate goal. He would have to watch what happens from the shadows, and that...he did. It had its advantages, he was able to watch everything unravel, Diz's plans, Riku, Sora's awakening, the organization's plan to use him to open kingdom hearts, and Xemnas' ultimate defeat. That actually cam as a surprise to him, he thought that Xemnas' rage and desire for revenge would enable him to reach his goal, petty as it seemed to one who knew the whole truth. However, Sora displayed that his strength and determination were not to be underestimated, and he had his friends as well; Riku, the older and stronger key-bearer, the one who really surpassed his expectations. He thought that when Riku was consumed by the darkness, that would be the end of him, and he'd just become a being of darkness, just like the heartless. However, Riku chose the hard path; he decided to use darkness as a weapon, to mold it to fit his own purposes. And he succeeded to do it, weird. He never really got it…how anyone would be strong enough not to be broken by darkness. But Riku had a goal, he was going to get back to his friends, make up for everything he'd done, and he was able to reach that goal, with the help of his traveling companion, the ruler of Disney Castle, and a very dear friend to him, King Mickey. Mickey was the one who originally guided Riku through the world of darkness, he helped him to conquer the hatred that was growing inside him, hatred towards himself, one that would have eventually turned him into a mindless killing machine. That king Mickey proved to be quite the great person, eh?... heh… if they only knew the whole deal. He chuckled at that, he as well as that man were the only people who were able to unravel the mysteries concerning that world: the keyblades, keyholes, kingdom hearts, the heart of the world…no, not just a world…

He turned suddenly, sensing that there was someone was already standing by the door. His tension eased off, it was him after all, the man he'd been waiting for.

: You're late… that's a first.

Man: I know, I had things to take care of. I'll tell you about them, but now isn't a very good time, right?

: Indeed, we have to tend to more pressing issues. It's already started.

Man: I noticed, but have you done anything about it, Zexion?

The young man clenched his fists, he looked at the man with fiery eyes, but that didn't seem to scare him, he was used to Zexion's temper.

Zexion: I told you before…my name is not Zexion…..it is….Ienzo.