Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any material related to Square Enix in any way or form.

Note: Various character descriptions, personalities, etc. are based solely the author's vague familiarity and knowledge of Kingdom Hearts II. Please forgive any anomalies that may occur within the story.

A brightly lit town. That's all I see. A city whose buildings seem to rise from darkness itself; a silver moon in the shape of a heart. All of it frightened me at first, but the feeling quickly fades, as though I have no emotions in the first place. I try to remember how I got here; how is it I awake in a dimly lit alleyway with no one and nothing nearby?

My memories… they're gone?

Some sort of doorway opens before me, like a writhing, curling mist of opaque darkness. I see a dark, hooded figure step from the swirling, viscous substance, and the faceisshrouded in shadow.

My fear intensifies for a mere second, before dying away into nothingness… Why can't I feel?

Gloved fingers smoothly pull the leather hood away from a pale face surrounded by up swept blonde hair. My gaze is stolen from where I stare maddeningly at the wall I find myself slumped against, to meet a young man's battle-hardened azure. He stares down at me, as though studying me for a weak point. I try my hardest to look as though I have none.

"… Who are you?" My voice decides to return to me at last, filling me with both hope and dread; both of which dissipates as easily as my other feelings. The boy looks at me uninterestedly, before beckoning with his head. I find my legs and arms have feeling in them again, and I rise unsteadily, leaning heavily on the nearby wall for support. Intense cerulean irises burn into my own as I raise my eyes. The young blonde bears me with him to the portal, his vice-like grip spurring me to put one foot in front of the other. We step into the dark, swirling mass, and it envelopes us in a cold that slices through my skin like a thousand knives. The blonde lets me go, leaving bruises where his touch had been, and he turns to me, and smirks, and says,

"Xemnas will take it from here. I hope you make a lasting impression, Fourteen."

That, as I well remember now, was my beginning.

A/N: This is my first attempt at anything in the Kingdom Hearts category, as well as trying my hand at an Organization XIII-based story. Please leave constructive criticism.