Bolt straight up. Where am..?
Oh. Right. First day On The Job.
I'm put to work RIGHT AWAY. It sucks.
Jump up, brush teeth, yada yada yada.
Grab Job Uniform-the cloak- and head out.
Somehow I don't get lost
finding the Job Room- the Grey Area-
almost as easily as a pig to a truffle. I
don't know how that makes sense but
I see hardly anyone. There's a guy playing
with a deck of cards
probably
Luxord. There's Saix, standing
alone in the far end of the room. I walk over.
"You're going with Roxas today." He says.
I say Is that the The Key of Destiny? He confirms.
I wait for him by probably-Luxord. He nods, I nod.
Soon others come in. There is a
Mullet-Man, a
Pinky-Hair-Boy-Girl, an
Antennaed-Lady, a
Cold-Eyes-Old-Man-yes, and
finally a Spiky-Hair-Blue-Eyes
who walks over to me. And I think he
must be Roxas, the Key of Destiny.
"Come on," he says, opening a Dark Portal.
I nod, liking him. He has more emotion
than anyone else so far.
We're in the town I remember. He tells me,
"Summon your weapon." I stare blankly. Weapon?
He sighs and summons a giant key. He IS the Key of Destiny.
I hold my hands out and there are swords that appear.
Lightsword
and
Darksword, I think. The Shadowswords.
All around us, evil Monsters form. "Attack."
He says, and I comply,
easily slicing through the Monsters,
like the Swords were extensions of me.
"They're all gone." Roxas says, and I ask
What are they? He says, "Heartless." Nothing else.
No explanation? He's even less like Saix than I thought.
Soon he starts to explain, though. Heartless have no hearts.
Heartless feast on hearts. We're Nobodies. We're Heartless with a brain.
We collect hearts from Emblem Heartless. He offers to take me
to a place where he and Axel hang out. I say OK, we go.
We're on the Clock Tower. I sit down as a
Red-Headed-Really-Spiky-Haired-Man appears.
Hands me and Roxas something, introduces himself as
"Axel, Got it memorized?"
I say I got it memorized. They eat, I stare.
What is this familiar thing in my hand? It goes
drip, drip, drip. Axel says it's ' sea-salt ice cream'. I go
lick, lick, lick. I say It's not bad, not bad at all. Laughter.
First day On The Job hasn't been bad, not bad at all,
though I can't help thinking this was Salt on a Wound,
whatever that is.