-"She is?"

-"Yes, she has finally appeared!"

-"How splendid then, we can finally, win this war!"

-"What about them?"

-"Oh don't worry, the princess has them wrapped around her finger, she could get them -to do whatever she wants."

-"And we have her, under our guidance."

-"What if the boy tells?"

-"He cannot! If he truly cares for her, he will let us proceed with the plan"

-"What if he does speak?"

-"Well, the only thing we can do."

I sighed, behind the door.

The boy was my forbidden, and unknown lust, while the princess was I. I am used as a tool, to help my people, to negotiate with the darkness dwellers.

I know their purposes though, as does my "angel".

I have to make the decisions, and yet I am not in control. I am a mere puppet, a mediator at best.

I belong to both sides of evil, the ones without hearts, and the ones who steal them.

I am one without a heart, but since I live in another world, I have exceptions. I actually was given a heart, I have it, but I still belong to the two thrones.

Why I belong to the ones who steal hearts is because the heart that was given to me was stolen (I didn't realize this until it was explained to me by the darkness dwellers). The heart I have is one so valuable; the dwellers find me princess.

The reason I am princess to the ones without hearts is one I don't know.

My thoughts could go on but I must be quite boring.

I looked up to find my "angel" still staring out the window. His hood covering his face. I sat back on my chair, still staring at him.

He noticed .I blushed and went back to my sketches.

"You know, this may seem like they suck, but they will turn out in right in the end" he said, as he sighed. "I just hope I'm choosing the lesser of two evils." I said. He gave me a quizzical look. "Lesser of two 'evils'? What it so evil about us?" he said, referring to the other members of this… "Association". I sighed, nothing honestly gets past him, whether he was meant to hear "it" or not.

"Never mind, they are urgently calling…I assume you aren't coming, right?" I asked. I figures he wouldn't since he and 'them' don't get along…at all (he kills them, literally).

"No." was all he said, and disappeared into obis of a dark aura. He seemed so troubled…and yet he was still my "angel".

I woke up to hearing drawers moved, and my closet door swung open.

I was ready to deck someone straight in the face (Im not a morning person).

I forced my eyes open, there in front of me was the same "angel" I (why did I say "I'?), she, that girl, keeps on talking about.

I opened my eyes wide but I couldn't see his face…it was light out though. I waited for him to see me awake. He turned his head slightly to my direction, and loosened up.

Like he was relieved to see me awake.

"Great, your fin-" "Shut-up" I said as I threw my sciccors at him (don't ask). The sciccors scratched a small area of his cheek. He grazed the cut, and stared at me.

"Hey, hey, hey! Just get the hell outta my room, and I wont call the cops because, for all I know you could be on A.M.W (America's most wanted)"

He came close to me, "Sit,"…

He stepped "Roll over," …

He stepped closer slower "Play dead," ….

He plopped right in front of me "Shoo?" which still weren't the right words.

He inched close to my face, and whispered, "That was rude Namine…" he gave me the sciccors back. "Thanks for the jacket; I'll give it to Axel for you. Oh yeah, Axel says thanks for looking out for him." He said as he pulled away, and literally, disappeared.

I gulped, and hopped out of bed, pretending none of this happened.

Seriously people…between yesterday and this…never mind…this...none of this…happening...?

I was closing my closet when Kairi, of all people, swung the door open. "Who…was…that?" she demanded.