Maira’s P of V
I couldn’t see well; all I could see a faint blur of blue and black.
“Wha--”
“Don’t speak. You need to rest.” said a rather deep voice.
“”I can’t see.” I said, disregarding the voice.
“Your eyesight will return once the shock wears off. For now, rest.”
Whoever this was, he was right. My eyesight was coming back to me and I saw the owner of the voice. He stood right next to me, making me nervous by watching my every movement.
The trace of blue I had seen was the man’s hair, which was spiked in the back and draped over his shoulders. His golden-yellow eyes interrogated my soul and distracted me from the X-shaped scar across the bridge of his nose, giving him a perpetual scowl. He was dressed in a black, hooded overcoat, which came to his feet. I was so entranced by his eyes that I didn’t even know that I had been holding on to the crystals that hung on chains over his chest until he grabbed my wrists. His grip was hard, callous. I looked into his eyes again and I saw that there was no mercy in those golden orbs, and yet there was something that made me feel… I paused in the middle of my thinking. This feeling wasn’t fondness. It wasn’t even close. It felt like I could remember what fondness felt like, but toward this blue- haired stranger, I couldn’t feel this emotion, like it had been stripped from my body when the Heartless…. Of course. The stranger cleared his throat, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Since you have disregarded my request, I suppose I should bring the Superior in.” he said in an irked tone and left through a dark portal of swirling purple and black.
Examining my surroundings, which were a blinding white color, my eyes came across a mirror. I got up, but found that that wasn’t such a good idea. My knees buckled as I tried to stand up. I felt like an infant who was taking their first steps, each one more wobbly than the other until I reached the mirror, holding onto the wall for support.
I was amazed at the changes that had occurred while I was asleep. My long, brown hair, which had been in a curled ponytail before, was loose and straightened and came down to below my shoulder blades in heavy layers. My bangs went off to one side of my face. My eyes stayed the same shade of violet, but they changed in structure. My pupils were now gone, my irises widened until there was almost no white left in them. Regaining my balance again, I twirled around, examining the coat that I, too, wore. It swayed gracefully with my every movement. I unzipped my coat to find that I was wearing a light and breezy tank-top, baggy pants, gloves, and high-heeled boots, all in black. No wonder I felt so clumsy- and no wonder my feet felt so sore. At home, I wore regular black work boots that made my mother faint every time she saw them.
The blue-haired man returned, this time accompanied by a man with tan skin, amber eyes and silvery hair, also dressed in a black overcoat. I had the feeling that this was the usual garb of this cult, or whatever this was.
“So, you are the new Nobody.” the silvery haired man said. His voice was rather deep and slow .
“I’m a what?” I asked angrily, forgetting my manners.
“An empty shell that has been left behind after its heart has been taken. Nobodies are completely devoid of the feeling of emotions.” the blue-haired man said.
“We as Organization XIII strive to find our lost hearts. Do you wish to join and recover what was stolen from you?” the silver-haired man explained.
I thought for a second. Once I got my heart back, things would go back to the way they had once been, with my richer-than-God father preventing me from even mentioning the word “boyfriend”. That was one of the problems I had with my family. They all- my mother, my father, and my younger brother- loved being filthy rich. I didn’t have any problem with the money- and I loved my family, it was just my place in society that I hated. Everybody expected me to be someone I wasn’t- a pampered, perfect little princess, interested in frills and constant primping. I was appalled by my mother’s constant shopping trips in which I was forced to try numerous dresses and countless shoes. I knew that it worried her that I wasn’t as interested in the material world as she was, and that she wanted to spend time with me, but that was just plain torture. She was trying to make me into someone I wasn’t. My father didn’t try to pressure me into becoming the girl that my mother wanted me to be. He bought me all sorts of books and music and tried to spend a little time with me, but, I still felt empty on the inside. I needed someone new to talk to, someone who would like at least some of the things I was interested in. My father kept saying that I shouldn’t worry about boys until I was around twenty, and he made that clear with several strict, no-loophole rules such as curfews and chaperones. So there were no romantic relationships for me.
Just then a horrible thought struck me: What would become of me if I refused their offer? They didn’t seem like the violent type of people, but I didn’t want to take any chances.
“Okay.” I said, shaking off my thoughts and fears.
“Very well. Do you remember your true name?” the silver-haired man asked. I searched my mind, trying to think of the name my family had always called me by.
“Maira.” I said, biting my lip.
“From now on, your new name is Maxira. I am Xemnas.” I opened my mouth to object, but Xemnas gave me a withering look which told me to hold my tongue. He next turned to the blue-haired man.
“I am leaving you in Saï x‘s care. He will be your mentor and guardian until you grow accustomed to this ‘existence.’” Saï x held a rather derisive look, but nodded and motioned for me to come as he turned and left. I lightly bowed to Xemnas and chased after Saï x.
