So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,

blue skies from pain.

Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?

A smile from a veil?

Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees?

Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?

And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,

Running over the same old ground.

What have we found? The same old fears.

Wish you were here.

Cold and bloody, the boy walked down the cold path of the city he didn't even know the name of. Saddened was all but he could be. He witnessed more destruction, than warring brothers, or warring loved ones. The black rain dripped down his body, but he didn't care.

He saw but one figure. A cloaked figure, with it's back turned. The boy approached it. Instead of asking for help, the boy was filled with rage. His cut fists clenched into fists. He barely was able to form the words with his bleeding tongue, but eventually some words came out.

"How could you do this?"

The figure turned, and threw back its hood, revealing a shimmering mane of pink. A smug expression appeared on his face.

I did this for you.

XIII

Hiero found himself sitting up on the couch and screaming. Cold sweat dripped down from his brow. He looked around the dark living room, and saw no one. Putting his hand on his aching head, he stood up.

It was been awhile

Spinning around, Hiero could make out a shape in the darkness.

Need some light?

Suddenly, the room illuminated, and nearly killed Hiero of shock. No, it couldn't be him. But it was. There he was, standing there like he was just chilling. Marluxia.

Hiero felt like killing him. "Marluxia! But, I thought you wouldn't speak to me or something! Where were you?"

Marluxia sighed, and then straightened his hair. Finally, he answered. " Nowhere in particular. Had some "business " to take care of."

"And that would be?" Hiero asked, trying not to talk to loud. It would be kind of weird explaining to Yuna that this was a guy that was part of his heart. But, he screamed in his sleep and they didn't wake, so he didn't think it had to be too soft.

Marluxia sighed and sat down on a chair. "Well, where to begin. Hmm……… "

Then something hit Marluxia like a ton of bricks. "Hiero… you don't know why I am in your heart do you?"

Hiero didn't answer. The memories of two years ago went into his brain.

"Want to know why?"

13

Four years ago, Sora destroyed Org. XIII and killed Xemnas, Xehanort's Nobody. It seemed like peace had been restored once again. But this, of course, was not the case.

For in fact, Xehanort actually knew how to clone himself. Using a mechanism he used to create artificial Heartless made from real ones, he created a replica of himself. Knowing that he may fall at harvesting Kingdom Hearts' power, he sent his replica to do it. Then he went into a deep frozen hibernation, on an uncharted world. When he found out that his replica had been slain, he came out of his cold sleep and began gathering an army.

Meanwhile, Sora was happy back on Destiny Island. But, all of this changed when he saw a small Dusk on his front porch. Millions of Nobodies rained down on the small island, and completely ravaged it.

Sora and his friends fought hard, but there were too many. Eventually, they were forced to flee. Trying to leave, they ran into none other than Xehanort himself. Xehanort implanted fake memories in Riku and Sora and they turned against each other.

Soon, Xehanort had them weaken each other. Then the sinister murderer, taking advantage of the opportunity, turned them both into Heartless.

Kixru and Roxas, the Nobodies that were created, found themselves bowing to Xehanort. Xehanort decided to put them as members in his new Organization, called N.O.B.O.D.Y. Roxas and Kixru were forced to kill may, and eventually Roxas believed he could never return as a normal person, and he fully pledged to Xehanort. But Kixru swore that he would die before he joined with him. He betrayed N.O.B.O.D.Y., and got another member, Xavier, to fight the Org. with him. They formed a small force of freedom fighters, like Galthros, the sworn enemy of N.O.B.O.D.Y. after they killed his family, and Auron, an undead guardian who hated the Org. as much as the next guy.

In the mean time, the new Org. was completely and utterly destroying everything. They conquered Hollow Bastion and made it there flag world. He turned Disney Castle into a Nobody Factory, killing all the inhabitants. No one knows if the king is still alive. But he was far from finished.

He conquered world after world. But his plan was not domination. Far from it. I still haven't figured it out completely.

He began to create many new members by taking the hearts of old members, and using the raw power of them to strengthen his new Nobodies. They captured you, Hiero, and tried to use you. They wiped all of your memories, even your name. They thought they could teach you loyalty. But they made one dumb mistake, In order to strengthen you, they decided to use me. And of course, everyone knows that I am the traitor of the original Organization

Half of what happened before Burning Sanctuary 1, more later. The song is Wish You were here by Pik Floyd. Marluxia is wicked important in his fic, so you better like him, cause there will be alot of him.