The Boy Nobody on the Graveyard Hill

Max walked up the deserted, moon-lit streets of Halloween Town. She looked behind her for the billionth time, almost positive should couldn't have gotten out of CO without someone watching her. No one was there but the creepy shadows. Maxy shrugged. Perhaps she was underestimating her own stealth.

She weaved her way through the back allies and graveyards of the town that she had become so familiar with. It wasn't her first time sneaking out.

She finally came to the last graveyard. A small figure was silhouetted against the moon. Maxsodin breathed a small sigh of relief that he hadn't left. Or worse yet, been found.

She made her way to him.

"Oh it's you..." his small voice carried relief and fear.

"Just me." Maxy said, pulling the jar of peanut butter and the water bottle out of her coat. The boy devoured them silently.

Maxy observed him as he ate. He was young, nine, maybe ten at the most. He had shaggy blonde hair, tipped in blue. From what she could make out of his eyes, they were an electrifying yellow. So full of innocence and curiosity and bravery, she recalled.

"What's it like..." he asked, licking his fingers. "Being a Nobody?"

She flashed him a brief smile. Innocent, and ignorant, she thought.

"Well," Max stroked her chin thoughtfully. "For one it's not too fun. Feelings are hard to come by and that makes impulse seem without reason. But one thing you need to know is trust your instincts. Whatever they feel is right, is most likely right. But of course, you'll learn that the more you go on living."

He stared up at her, his yellow eyes wide as he listened. A gust of hollow wind blew through the graveyard. He pulled his Organization robe tighter around him. Maxy had done her best to mend it to his size. It was hard to do it in secret.

"I best be going." Maxsodin stood, scanning to make sure no one was around.

"B-but I wanted to show you how my trainings coming along!" With some effort, the boy managed to summon a weapon. A Keyblade.

Max smiled grimly, her face shadowed in the night. "Not this night, Nyxick. Take care of yourself."

"Same place, same time?" he asked hopefully, leaning forward on his tip-toes to get a better look at Maxy's face.

She leaned down and gave him a quick squeeze. "Of course. And here," she handed him a small pouch of money.

"What's this for?" he asked.

Maxsodin gave a quite laugh. "I can't keep sneaking food out of CO! Buy yourself some food, would you?"

He smiled shyly. "Oh... okay then. I will!"

Max ruffled his hair. "Good kid."

She turned on her heel and walked off, sighing loudly. She now had her own little secret. And she would kill to protect him and his innocence.

She summoned up her own Keyblade as she stalked back to CO. Willingly kill.