Chapter one: Another name for a heartless.
"You there, where do you think you are go follow him for heaven's sake!" There she went again, ordering me around. I suppose back then I didn't have a choice, and didn't know of the kindness that could have been given to me. Maybe that's why I became resentful of humans in the first place. I remember scurrying away just out of her foots limit of range.
Now as a Heartless, I had the odd ability of allowing my body to hold fast to the ground and become nothing more than a shadow. It always gave me a weird tingly sensation. See now that's very odd. We had no hearts, no names, nothing to make us be considered living, but yet we could feel. Not emotions of course just pain, just horrible pain. Anyways so as I …shadowed off, maybe that's what you can call it, I saw a huge load of brother's move out to Twilight Town's court yard, attacking the enemy. Sora the boy who wielded the only weapon to destroy our masters' plan was slaughtering them.
I watched on as each wave of the heartless swept over him, till his breaking point, then he would make just one move to put him back in the game, it was terrible as each one of my comrades fell more came to replace them.
We don't die like normal beings, our bodies don't litter the streets, and blood doesn't taint the gutters, we simply materialized back into nothing. Which in a way was a savior, if it weren't for the fact we were pulled back into this torturous life, and used again as her minions.
I pulled my head around to ashamed to watch them fall while all I was, was a baby sitter. I wandered around a bit keeping upright and to the shadows avoiding human's sight. I looked up to see a full moon alighting the night, and that's when I saw the figure of Riku, his cloak hiding his face, as he sat with one knee up for his chin to rest upon and one leg dangling over the edge of some random roof.
I suppose if I could have back then I would have sighed. But instead I simply climbed up the stone wall and made my way to sit beside him. I held out a piece of paper which contents I was not allowed to see. But this time instead of just snatching is and throwing insults at me of how much of a hindrance I was, He sighed clasped the letter and said "Thank you" Maybe It would've taken me aback some bit, but what could I care for this inch of kindness to all the bad that I had endured.
I sat down beside him as he read the letter, his eyebrows knitting together in a scowl "That is pathetic, All this time I've done what she has asked and for what, nothing" He tore it up with a vengeance? Would that be the word? Anyway he was quiet angry. He and I just sat there looking over the town, as the clash of battle rung out around us. He then looked at me. "I guess that's how you feel huh little guy?" he patted my head, with a heavy sigh. Was it pity or an understanding that brought on this act of kindness form this boy who was known only as a play thing.
I guess he was right though maybe I was just like him and I me, both a heartless and both a human.
