.:TEASER:.

Grimacing, Lea raised the bottle of booze to his lips, and tossed it to the side when he discovered it was empty. Ignoring the crash it made as it joined the others, he drunkenly shouted "Another!"

"Kid, you don't look old enough to drink." The bartender chuckled as Lea glared up at him.

"Does it matter? I'm paying." The bartender shrugged, and opened another beer for the wasted ginger. Lea snorted - it was always the same. Find a cheap enough, a sleezy enough bar, and you would find anything.

The only thing he hadn't been able to find, however, was any other organization members. It had been almost a year since he had "faded away", and woken up in his old body. Almost a year, and he hadn't found anyone else, didn't know if this was all real life, a dream, or a terrible after life. "So much for a heroic death," Lea muttered to himself. "If I had known it was this easy to get back my heart, I would've done this years ago."

Not that it was easy having a heart. All the emotions he hadn't experienced in his years as a nobody had caught up with him, and the guilt and pain from his exploits was almost impossible to grasp. Along with the pain of losing Roxas, it had reduced him to getting blasted in bars 24/7.