The Heartless lay concealed in some bushes, lazily watching one of the lesser used paths in the area in hopes of finding out something useful. Thus far he hadn't been particularly successful in locating the hearts of his Master's prey... not that he particularly minded. He was rather enjoying himself here in a very non-Heartless fashion. And why not? He was far, far different a breed of creature than most Heartless... even the others of the Darkside variety. After all... though they were called Darkside, none of them had wit or whim enough to actually claim it for a name. No... Darkside was a peculiarity.Something, though... something familiar twinged on the edge of his senses. Something he'd viewed from afar but had been ordered not to interfere with by his Master. The brush of feeling from a Keyblade... though one shadowed heavily with doubt. This one... Hmm. Yes, he knew who this one was.
-Do you fear, Keyblade wielder? But what do you fear? Hmm. Perhaps I will give you a reason to fear, for the fear you left behind you tasted sweet before... Shall I see how it tastes when it is fresh?- He was still too far for the mindvoice to reach its target, though somehow he knew that the other would sense the dark presense he presented soon if he'd sensed the other. Shadows bound them both together in ways the other probably despised in spite of how much he desired to keep hiding in them...
The massive shadow-kitsu altered his size, first near to the humongous size it should have been and then down to something near the size of a "normal" kitsusagi. Such a handy trick for a shadow to have... hmm? He brushed a paw gently across the surface of the Hollow Heart pendant he wore where his little Shadow servant hid itself, the only warning that it would recieve that something was about to happen. Then Darkside sunk down into the shadows between the grains of dirt, pendant and all, and slowly drifted closer to the one he'd heard called Riku.
