NOTE: This was written as an assignment for one of my classes, the assignment was to write a story in a different style than what we were used to (IE if you write mostly in 1st person write in 3rd person.)
After this chapter I returned to using names and explaining things more thoroughly.


Twilight…
The setting or rising of the sun… dusk, or dawn… It’s hard to think something so beautiful could be so scary… and yet it was so fitting… for this was the last stand, one man against endless darkness… This was all he had left now.
His friends, or as he considered them now more then ever; his family. They had fought as hard as they could, only to fall and join the ranks of the shadow ones… even the woman he loved who he tried so hard to protect.
And in the end… The man… he had ran away.
After his friends were defeated, like a coward, he ran…
He couldn’t be forgiven for that, he’d never forgive himself even if they could.
For not avenging his love right then and there… For not letting his anger take hold…
<No.> The man shakes his head refusing to think of it; <That is fuel for a fire… that I don’t wanna burn…>

The man with no face looked over his shoulder, in what could only be a glare at the large stone slab, he couldn’t help but think how hard it was to believe, the key shaped hole in the rock was the thread that kept this now dying world alive.
He looked back at the sky, and realized how he had lost track of time.
Was this twilight day turning to night? Or night turning to day? He couldn’t remember…
It didn’t matter, he looked down at the hill, and it took everything to contain his anger and hate; the darkness, the shadow beings were here slowly crawling toward their goal. The entire hillside changed from it’s lush green grass to being covered with the legions of shadow monsters.
And they were endless, just like when his friends had fought them before, they came non-stop…
Where were they coming from?
What exactly ARE they?
The man thought for a moment, before he shook his head again <No, that… just like their numbers, doesn’t matter…> he thought aloud with a growl not caring if they could understand or not, he focused his psychic power to form two baseball sized energy spheres that floated slightly above his palms, <Listen, to the Ballad…> He growled throwing one at the shadow beings.
<…OF INSANITY!!!> As it should have… the ball expanded in a small explosion shortly after leaving his hand, the now 20 inch fireball smashed into the creatures, sending them flying and fading away, he threw the other with out hesitation, a large gap was made, but quickly filled up as more continued to come.
<I will not stand down!> He yelled charging in to the wave of knee high yellow eyed monsters. Almost immediately they were on him, he felt the claws of the small creatures all over his back, teeth sinking into his shoulder, but it didn’t matter, he just grabbed them off and threw them back into the endless wave.

Hopeless, no matter how many he killed, 4 more seemed to take it’s place, his Ballad of Insanity now barely left a dent in the masses of shadows… The hopelessness, and the thoughts of loosing his friends, the fact that his world depended on him, he hated all if it.
<FACE OF ANGER!> were the only intelligible words he said as the shadows on his back were torn apart by his increase of power.
Though to others it may seem that his face only turns to a deep shade of red, in reality it was much more… the normal mental limits that restricted his muscle from being used at their full potential was almost completely removed.
With this power he literally began tearing the shadows apart one by one with his bare hands, while also being able to launch his Ballad of Insanity at a much faster rate…

Even so, he was far from a match, the shadows were already finding new ways to attack. Seeming to see his blind spots, and openings in his guard, their non-stop attack quickly began to take it’s toll.
The man fell to his knees gasping, he could feel his rage building, what he feared most; his own power was starting to take control… he looked up, not even caring about all the shadows that were now biting and clawing at him, he sighed <Fine… there is no reason to hold back… If you think you are monsters… just wait till you see my…> he huffed at how he was almost amused by the fact that he was willingly doing this, before he yelled <FACE OF RAGE!!> the shadows that were clinging to him, and those who were unfortunate enough to be close to him were instantly obliterated by the surge of power.
He stood up and looked around in what would be a glare.
His face, aside from three blue lines cracking across the top and both sides of his head, was as black as the shadows themselves, even his skin had taken a darker tone.
He growled happily as he charged into the wave as it again reformed.
The brain’s restraints on the body were practically gone now, his muscles themselves were operating at well over 100% not to mention with enough focus his psychic powers could tear the world apart molecule by molecule.
He easily tore though legions of the shadows with his bare hands, he had no patience for thinking.
‘Murder. Death. Kill’ that was all he wanted, all he could think about… and with so many things to kill, he was having the time of his life.
That is until he saw ‘it’ coming in the next wave of shadows, there was a larger shadow; taller then him by a foot or two, it was thin, especially it’s arms and legs which seemed almost like black bone.
It walked closer with blue flames surrounding it… it was… it was what his love turned into, after she died, after her heart was devoured by these monsters. <N… no…> he whimpered, his humanity returning along with his normal gray face and power level.
The monster stood before him glaring down with it’s yellow eyes, it raised a sticklike arm a blue fire sword sprout from the palm, the man stood dumbfounded as the blade came down cutting deep into his left shoulder, before burning though till the limb fell off, he didn’t feel any pain, he didn’t care anymore, he wanted to be with her again. <I’m done…> he whispered the shadows seemed to understand as they lunged at him, the monster before him raised it’s sword again <But…> He raised his hand to the creature, <I’m taking you with me…>
With that he launched a fully charged Opera of Insanity at the creature.
As the blast detonated no more than a foot away from him he was launched away in an explosion he landed next to the keyhole rock.
As he struggled with his remaining arm, and his damaged body to stand up, he looked back at the huge dent he had left in the shadows, the monster that spawned from his love was nowhere to be seen, he doubted it even existed in any form after a direct hit from an Opera of Insanity. He looked at the sky as the shadows approached to finish him, it was dark, the sun had set. <Seems appropriate…> he sighed <The darkness won.>
He felt claws digging into his back, but not breaking his skin more like they reached right through it, suddenly he felt a deep pain in his chest as he felt soul was being pulled out, he couldn’t help but yell in pain as the creature on his back pulled away, the man fell to the ground feeling weak, he looked over at it, and saw the creature holding a heart shaped aura. <That’s…?> whatever words he had were never spoken, the second he hit the ground he closed his sight receptors, and slowly felt the cold grip of death take hold of him.

Beaches, the man had been to a beach before, but this was nothing like that, the sea was a odd shade of purple, the sand various shades of black, odd large coral like structures jutted out of the sand, and the light in the distance, felt like moonlight that was far too bright… this was the oddest beach the man had ever seen… “Wait? How’d I get on a beach?” he wondered… “Well, well, what have we here?” a man in a black cloak called out, “well, well, you look like you’ve taken a few whacks with the ugly stick, where’s your face dude?”
The man just shrugged “Does it matter? Where… am I? and… who are you?” the cloaked man raised his hand “Whoa buddy, you don’t get to ask questions yet, better wait for Xemnas.”
The man shrugged “Who?” just then a egg shaped vortex opened and another man in an identical cloak stepped out “Xigbar, is this the one?” he asked in a deep voice looking at the the other cloaked man “Yep! He arrived a little before the squirt beat that big ‘ol heartless, and sealed the door to Kingdom Hearts.” Xemans turned fully toward Xigbar “Then why didn’t you bring him to me then?” Xigbar laughed “Well that’s the thing, you see unlike the blue haired babe, he didn’t become responsive until a few moments ago.”
The man looked back and fourth between the two “Could one of you guys tell me what’s going on?” he asked, Xemnas turned toward him “Do you know what happened to you?” the man shrugged “Can’t say I do…” Xemnas nodded “Do you remember you name?” the man laughed “My name of course its! … …” he couldn’t believe it, he couldn’t remember “You don’t remember.” Xemans said, he seemed almost happy to see the man’s amnesia “it’s Ohio… or was.” the man, Ohio, looked up “What? What do you mean ‘it was’ huh?” Xigbar huffed “Uhh, dude, you lost your heart, haven’t you noticed yet? How you can’t feel anything?” the cloaked man laughed before continuing “You’re a Nobody, just like us.” Xemans slowly extended a arm in front of Xigbar “Enough…” he then looked at Ohio and pulled his hood down to reveal a man with long spiky white hair “What Xigbar says is true, we Nobodies don’t feel anything, we are but shells with out hearts, that is why we are working toward our goal, to obtain hearts of our own.”

Ohio stood dumbstruck as Xemnas explained; he died, his Heart taken by the shadows, or as they were called “Heartless” and because of that his body ended up in a world they called “Twilight Town” however for a time he was more or less brain-dead so he was moved to the beach here, in another world.
These men before him were members of an organization called “Organization XIII” despite the name he would be the 15th member, each member changed their name, using a anagram of their original name with an “x” placed in it, to show a sign of brotherhood.
Xemans explained about a boy named “Sora” who wielded a “key blade” which could release the captive Hearts held by the Heartless. And how they were using him and the Hearts to build their own “Kingdom Hearts” which apparently can give birth to hearts.

“OK…” Ohio finally spoke up after a few minutes, “This is quite a lot to take in, but I can’t exactly deny it all…” he looked out to the sea, “When you said you guys were using this kid, this Sora, I should have felt bad, and angry, but I…” Xigbar laughed “What? You didn’t feel anything did ya?” Ohio looked over at Xigbar and raised a clenched fist, it was a habit, he knew he’d do it if he could feel the anger that should have been there. He didn’t really like Xigbar, because unlike Xemans who seemed like he had no emotion, Xigbar seemed happy, despite being a Nobody..
“Enough…” Xemnas said raising his hand, suddenly letters appeared from his palm and began swirling around his hand O, H, I, and O. “You will help us…” the letters then began to move at different speeds causing them to scramble up… in fact it seemed like one more letter was added with out being noticed, ‘X’ “And soon we shall have hearts of our own… right?” the letters stopped in front of Xemnas’ hand “Oxohi?” he said reading the name aloud.
Ohio, wasn’t fond of the idea of using people, but.. Not having a Heart, existing but not existing… that wasn’t something he relished either “Oxohi huh? … well, it’s got a ring to it.” he laughed.
Xigbar chuckled “Good, so boss, what should he do?” Xemnas lowered his hand as the letters disappeared “Let’s take him back first, and get him some proper clothes…” Xigbar nodded “You got it.” he then turned and raised his hand and an egg like portal appeared, exactly like the one Xemnas arrived from, Xigbar then walked into it and disappeared, Xemnas pulled his hood back up and walked toward it but stopped before it and turned to Oxohi and waved his hand “Let’s go.” Oxohi shrugged and walked in before Xemnas.
Xemnas chuckled “Yet another unplanned member… no matter.” he walked into the portal as his voice echoed across the dark beach “He will serve as a useful puppet…”

The trip through the darkness was short, though long enough Ohio, or rather Oxohi as he would be known as now, thought back to what had been said.
<A Nobody is nothing, merely the shell of the former being, basically a body that lost it’s heart but is able to continue functioning, just without emotions to guide them… And this organization, composed of… was it 13 members? That sounds right… They are working toward their goal.. creating ‘Kingdom Hearts’ a central hub more or less, where hearts can be born, and where a Nobody can be whole… or exist or however that Xemnas guy put it…> He looked over his shoulders even though there was noting to see, just darkness. He sighed ‘audibly’ causing Xigbar to look back for a moment “Huh?” he asked pulling his hood up. Oxohi shook his head <no, it’s nothing. It’s just…> he stopped walking and crossed his arms <We… can’t feel anything… then, why do you seem happy all the time?> Xigbar just laughed and resumed walking toward an green portal that Oxohi had failed to notice before hand.

Oxohi walked through the portal, the portal in darkness lead to a bright white and gray room filled with overly tall chairs each branded a roman numeral on what appeared to be an upside down heart shaped indention, the room was so bright that it blinded Oxohi for a moment causing him to shield his ‘eyes’
“Hey babe!” Xigbar called out to someone another black figure was all Oxohi could make out at the moment. “Xigbar… I told you not to call me… oh!?” the voice was feminine and seemed surprised suddenly, one of the blurs started walking toward Oxohi, suddenly a pair of blue eyes were looking right into his, “So you’re awake at last?” the woman looking at Oxohi said with a hint of joy in her otherwise emotionless voice.
Oxohi shook his head and re-focused his eyes to the light, then he recognized the woman instantly <M, Malendia!?> he gasped taking a step back nearly falling over. Her hair was different, she had two ahoges instead of her usual one, albeit both of them were shorter, and her side bangs ended in one point instead of the usual two, her hair seemed shorter in the back as well, cut a little before the waist. Oxohi stared in disbelief <Malendia… y, you’re?> Malendia turned away from him looking depressed “Xadelnami..” she whispered <Huh?> Oxohi tilted his head in confusion “My name, it’s Xadelnami now.” She glared at him “DO NOT… call me by that name again…” Ohio took a step back, he was about to say something when Xigbar stepped in “Well looks like you know each other already, good… So Xadelnami, wanna grab our faceless friend here some proper clothes?” Xadelnami looked over at Xigbar and sighed “Whatever, you just do your job.” Xigbar laughed, “You know me babe!” he said before disappearing in a portal to darkness.
Xadelnami glared at the spot where the jokester once stood and sighed “Yeah, you slacker…” she then turned back to the faceless man “Oxohi.. right, sounds right.” She then grabbed his wrist and started walking toward a door.

Oxohi felt strange, this was his Malendia, but… she seemed so different, how long had he been asleep? As usual Malendia seemed to read him mind “You’ve been out for some time, you luck punk.” She joked on the last part. “You appeared shortly after I did, maybe three days, unlike me though you were asleep, and you wouldn’t wake up.” She stopped and looked back at him with concerned eyes “What happened? How did you… of all people…” Oxohi sighed <Mal… err, Xadelnami… I saw it. Your Heartless.> he said reaching over and grabbing his left arm <Damn thing hacked my arm clean off. I thought I killed it after that, I used the remaining amount of energy I had to fire off an Opera of Insanity at it…> Malendia’s eyes went wide hearing that, “Y, you managed to use your Opera of Insanity?” She then smirked “Well if that’s the case I doubt I have to worry about my heartless ehh?” Oxohi knew this was more like Malendia, he wanted to keep her smiling but there were more important things at the moment. <Malendi-> he stopped himself again and shook his head <Xadelnami, what, exactly are you, and the Organization doing?> She looked away again the non-existent sadness filling her eyes “W, we are using the Keyblade master, Sora, to… defeat heartless and release the captive hearts in order to create our own Kingdom Hearts…” Oxohi nodded <I knew that much Xmenas or whatever his name was told me that, so did Xigbar…> She looked back at him “He’s fighting us though.” Oxohi tilted his head “why exactly?” Xadelnami looked even worse as she squeezed out the words she didn’t want to say “We are basically stealing the hearts, and using them he sees that as evil. And I don’t blame him.” Oxohi shook his head as Xadelnami just looked down, at the ground.
“But right now I don’t care…” she spoke up after a few minutes passed, “I… just want my heart back. I want to exist again…” Oxohi didn’t know what to say, he just nodded and placed a hand on Xadelnami’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, I don’t know exactly what’s going on, but I promise I’ll get your heart back.” Xadelnami smiled.
It was odd they both knew the other couldn’t feel anything, Oxohi couldn’t feel as heroic and brave as he sounded, and Xadelnami couldn’t feel the sadness she seemed to feel…
But when the stood there in that hallway they both could have swore that they felt something.

Xadelnami shook her head “A, anyway let’s get you your clothes.” She said turning toward the hallway again. Oxohi noticed then, that all members of the Organization he had met wore black trench coats, most unzipped from about the waist down likely to allow freer movement in combat… Most had similar pants fused with boots underneath their robes but Xadelnami’s attire was slightly different she had the top zipper unzipped down to show the cleavage that she was always proud of, the bottom was more zipped then the others, she wore dark gray tights or pantyhose and seemed to have her regular shoes, instead of the pants boots combination… all in all it wasn’t that bad, even though it looked like some odd funeral attire she was still very attractive. Then again, to him, she would be attractive no matter what.

He remembered what he said too <I'll get back your heart. No matter what.> Despite the way he couldn't feel his determination, he would do it. He would keep that promise if it killed him.

This is a really cool fan fic!!!!! Great job!!!