Those Trivial Recollections

Prologue: The Man Who Gave Them Paper Memories

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In the vast abyss that separated the worlds, there was a haven of sorts for those who belonged to neither the dark nor the light. Those who belonged to neither were known as the Non-Existent Ones. Their solace was found in a place that was lovingly called 'The World That Never Was'. But for a world that was supposed to have never existed, it certainly looked well-lived in, even when the thirteen of them had just arrived.

Maybe there were others who came before them, maybe whatever higher power that ordained all existence had reserved a special place for them. How ironic in a poetic sense. Regardless, they came to call this place home. Every inch of that metal world of insignias and spires of ivory steel, it belonged to them.

One of the rooms that were a part of the metal citadel functioned as a living room in a way. There were couches, single chairs, tables, a large bookshelf on the wall and a balcony that opened up to the outside of the structure, one that had a perfect view of the sky. The room was the same uniform white, dark purple and black metal design as the rest of the grand residence. The room was relatively quiet save for the chatter amongst the members in the room.

The abrupt sound of a throat being cleared caught their collective attention. "Hey, guys, an announcement." The voice spoke in an overly apathetic tone.

The lounging members looked up to see Xigbar's bored expression. Demyx was staring up from his paper and its various scribbles, pencil halted midway at a music note. Axel had stopped playing Hangman with Roxas, at which point Roxas had just made Axel's stickman die, even though the word was correct. Larxene gave a scoff and a flip of her hair before resuming her 'casual death glare'. Marluxia and Luxord had ceased their idle chatter about slot machines. Lexaeus and Xaldin kept staring, though instead of at the walls or the ceiling, it was in Xigbar's direction. Zexion had been reading a book, but his eye was no longer concentrated on the text. Vexen had quietly folded his own book closed, but held a hint of mild irritation on his face for the disruption. Saix continued looking though the telescope that faced the sky, but he was listening.

"Xemnas wants a meeting with all of us," he made random gestures in the air idly as though he was trying to fan away how uninterested he sounded. As though suddenly satisfied with the action of waving around his hand, his usual smirk returned to his face. "Well come on guys, chop chop." He gave a short laugh as he turned and began walking to their designated 'It's Time for Some Serious Stuff' meeting room.

The before mentioned members groaned inwardly as they abandoned whatever they were doing previously to attend their leader's meeting. Demyx got off of his metal chair with an audible sigh; he folded his unfinished sheet and shoved it into his pocket. After ruffling his hair, his face suddenly brightening up as he made his springy steps to the room. Roxas soon followed after, as well as a chuckling Axel. Roxas' 'gory' stick additions to Axel's dead stickman amused him. Larxene got off her chair, giving another scoff while straightening out her cloak and then making her way down the hall. Marluxia and Luxord proceeded as well, both were walking absentmindedly; they were more absorbed on the subject of 'unusual maiming deaths' and their own commentary of it. Lexaeus and Xaldin soon departed, both making quick and silent steps despite their bulky appearances. Vexen creaked off his chair, toting his book with him; he held his hand on his chin, deep in thought.

Zexion set down his book and started to head towards the door as well, but felt as though something was being forgotten; he looked over his shoulder to see that Saix was still sky-gazing. He took it upon himself to remind Saix about the meeting. As he approached the taller man, Saix suddenly turned around. The boy flinched slightly to the sudden movement. "We have somewhere to be." It sounded so...detached. Zexion blinked at this, he wasn't exactly sure how to respond, so he just stood there, speechless. Saix looked briefly at the boy's face then towards the hall, he brushed past him as he walked towards it. The smaller member followed after him moments later.

Inside the meeting room was an oval, blue-grey steel table lined up with thirteen similarly colored chairs; six on both sides and one chair at the center at the very end of the table. Aside from this table and the thirteen chairs, the room was empty and relatively devoid of any design or decorations on the walls. The members never really sat in any particular order around the table, but Xemnas always seated himself at the farthest center end.

Xemnas was a chatty person, and his intelligence was well-respected. A man of his caliber should have learned the fine art of 'getting to the damn point' at some time. He also did not possess the skill of perceiving certain non-verbal cues such as 'We're BORED' and all its variations. Either that or he really loved the sound of his own voice, or so the wittier members had often joked about.

The members in turn had created ways to ease their boredom during such instances. Lexaeus had perfected the art of 'zoning out while looking attentive' in the short time he had been part of the group and its meetings. Xigbar and Xaldin played table-top football, taking turns 'kicking' the paperclip 'football'. Axel and Roxas played 20 Questions or I Spy by lip-reading or using various hand signals and gestures. Marluxia and Luxord often played some sort of game that entailed cards under the table. Larxene would usually occupy herself with her nails even though they all wore gloves, fixing her hair or thinking evil thoughts; occasionally looking up and making a spiteful comment. Demyx would sit with his chin in the palm of his hand while the other would play an imaginary instrument on the table. Vexen usually snuck a book into the room and he would read it under the table. Zexion and Saix were the only members not actively distracting themselves, their undivided attention always seemed completely focused on Xemnas.

At least that was how it appeared.

Xemnas took a deep breath, "-And now to the main subject of my concern." He raised a gloved hand and gave a quick flick of his wrist. A book materialized in front of each of the members (everyone save for Zexion and Saix all immediately assumed the innocent look of feigned attention). The books were hard-covered and black, bold white roman numerals were engraved on each of their covers and on their sides was a clip to keep them closed. On the back of each book was the same symbol that was found all over the interiors and exteriors of their home, the emblem of a Non-Existent One. Despite being such a simplistic gift, it was shocking to receive something from Xemnas.

Each member looked over the books in front of them, all curious as to what they were supposed to do with it. Xemnas held up his own book, it had the numeral I on its front, "You will all be keeping personal logs from this day forward. Write down all you can while you are all still in this...state." A slight smile started to form on his normally passive face, "After all, you might want to someday reflect on your days before we take what is rightfully ours... Other than that, you are all dismissed." Returning to his previously unexpressive composure, Xemnas retook his seat.

None of the other members made a move to get out of their chairs. Some of the younger members stared at Xemnas with apparent confusion; the older ones looked at their own books questionably. Xemnas grinned again as he folded his hands in front of himself, "Think of them as your trivial recollections before Kingdom Hearts is ours."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm not very good at writing!! I'm not that creative either when it comes to...certain things. Uh, I'm going to try and keep them as much in 'character' as my puny mind will allow, this will also be a good time to mention that this can be considered somewhat AU (depending on details relating to the Organization with KH2's Final Mix and KH:RE-CoM, and how much I am willing to change the 'story' for them). Regardless it takes place sometime near the end of KH1, and BEFORE KH:CoM and KH2. I have no clue where this shall go so, or how I want to write this. I wanted to make it full-blown humor, but it turned 'contemplative' on me at the last second. That doesn't mean I won't try to lighten it up a bit occasionally.

For future chapters: don't be surprised if something weird pops up here or there. There is most likely a reason. Also, here will be no 'pairings' whatsoever. NONE of the entries will have ANY romantic intentions/implications purposely written. But feel free to interpret or comment on the 'character ties' however you see fit.