"Yume. My name. . .is Yume. I don't remember any last names. . . There was a fire I think. . . and a doll. . ." A gentle voice, like a little girl spoke quietly while its body's fingers pressed against each other as though to keep warm.

"Good. You're slowly starting to forget. . ." Another voice spoke. His was deeper, stronger, louder. A voice of a leader, like when you watch an advertisement to an epic movie you simply cannot wait to see, yet the narration is swallowed within a heavy cloud of darkness.

"I'm afraid, brother." The young voice whispered to a third party, whilst the one who was speaking before had momentarily left the room with echoed footsteps.

"I know." The third spoke, his voice a frustrated male wrapped in the damp cloth of puberty. "We'll get through this sissy, but right now, he is returning."

The echoed footsteps faded back into the darkness, his silhouetted body lead by a low lit torch. It had the faint glow of blue about it, thus easily revealing the man's brown sugar face and glowing dark yellow eyes through his cloak hood.

"You will leave your past life." Said the man in mid halt. "And be given new names." His voice dipped, a verbalization that would make you feel numb all over. Then without a word of warning, he lifted his dark hand and glided it across the faces of the two children before him. The first child was revealed to be a girl with dark blue hair and wavy locks. These were wrapped up high in twin-tails at each side of her head. The girl had blue eyes, shocked by a pattern of bright electricity, yet shaded by the simple frame of purple-blue glasses. This, was Yume, a little girl gripping at her brother's side, the second child.

"What is that...?" The boy asked beneath his own breath, keeping watch about the blue fire. It wasn't loud enough for the cloaked man before him to hear, so he didn't bother asking again. This child had bright red hair, lightly combed, but still ruffled in the back with hidden cat ears to match his sibling's outstanding ones. He too had glasses shielding over his electric green eyes, however his gaze was more of a hateful one.

As the man's hand flowed downwardly, the sibling's names had appeared floating before them in bold lettering. These were the names "Yume", and "Angel." Only moments would these words be visible to the two of them before the tall man's hand had immediately risen for a second time. The letters thrashed about, swirling and meshing around into one another, a large X invading their once plastic titles. Soon these letters would spell out differently. Instead of the names known previously, they were now written as "Meuxy", and "Naxgel" Pronunciation: "Me-ook-see" and "Nawk-shell".

"Meuxy" The great man spoke. "Your title shall be 'The Living Doll'. As for your weapon, it shall be determined based on what it finds within the depths of your own fixated personality, to summon it, you must find yourself within yourself." He turned towards the second child, now known as "Naxgel", then spoke similar words to him. "Naxgel." The deep voice bellowed. "From now on you shall be known as 'The Feline Informant'. Do as your sister does, and find the weapon within the weapon, this is your soul." His yellow gaze shifted for a final time, observing the two as though proud of some sort of accomplishment. His grin was eerie and unsettling. "From this day forward you shall no longer have the need to feel emotion." His voice grew silent for a moment, as though allowing all the information sink in, then once again without warning, he continued to speak. "With your help, we shall finally uncover 'Kingdom Hearts'."

It was a scarred man who had escorted the siblings to the middle of a pure white room. "X". That was all Meuxy had registered through the stranger's placid golden eyes. She looked away, eye contact would never give her any good feelings about the current situation, so her pupils darted to look at her brother's instead, then finally at the tall chairs before her. It was hard to make out any of their faces from where she stood. Everyone was so blurry, one thing was clear though, they were all starring at her. She gripped at her brother's arm, now covered in the dark sleeve that was attached to his new hooded coat, and waited.

"Saix...You have done as promised." The dark man from before was now sitting at the highest chair in the white room, his eyes lowering to gaze at the two at the floor below him. "Friends, we have once again gathered in this room to greet our newest members. As everyone knows, we had ignorantly lowered our guards, underestimating one of great strength, the wielder of the Keyblade known as Sora. Considering I was at fault for this horrific event, punishment shall not be necessarily." He paused for a moment, letting everything sink in once again. "Fortunately for us, these children managed to find our whereabouts, restoring us to our previous state of being. The girl is Meuxy, and the boy, Naxgel, both should treat them with respect." Reactions from the members were undefined by their faces. Either they weren't interested, or they were in deep thought. Only their journals could say what they were really thinking.

Meuxy examined everyone individually. Each had prominent hair, and she memorized each style. The first that sat next to the dark man had dreadlocks draping over his shoulders. His purple stare was intense, as though he was writing down everything about them in his head. At first look, the impression didn't set well with the small girl. She evaded glances, now looking at the next man in line.

Xaldin's Journal: The new child members appear weak. I feel I'd find them a burden if ever they were to mission with me as company. Baby sitting is the last thing on my mind.

The second member in the clockwise chair set was an even bigger man than the first. He had orange hair and appeared to be a giant from Meuxy's point of view. She didn't look at him very long out of fear.

Lexaeus's Journal: I fear for the new members. They seem so small that I could break them, much like a toothpick. If Xemnas wants me to respect them, I will have to avoid any physical contact. The boy's body type reminds me of Roxas's. . .

The third chair appeared to be empty, so the girl assumed it was the blue haired man's chair that was next to them. Him already being examined, her eyes shifted to the next in line.

Saix's Journal: So these two are the ones who helped free us? Odd, I pictured someone stronger. Oh well, one mustn't under estimate someone simply because of their size. I look forward to learning more about their secrets and whims of power.

The next individual seemed much younger than the others before him. He had dirty blonde hair that spiked upwardly, and a loud yawn escaped his mouth. He didn't seem in the least bit interested in the two of them, yet at the same time his gaze never left from where they stood. His eyebrows were turned downward naturally, like he was cocky or something, perhaps even a little mean. At least, that was her first impression. . .

Demyx's Journal: New members were brought in today! Gotta admit, visiting them in the round room is much better than doing a mission. But why did the meeting have to be so early in the morning? Guess I can't always get what I want. Blah.

Next to that boy was another young(ish) looking individual, though as he may have been younger than the first few, he still looked slightly older than the one to his right. He had pinkish hair tainted with a light blonde, and blue eyes, much like most of the other members of this little organization.

Marluxia's Journal: Two unique individuals have joined our ranks. At times I question why I'm still even here in the first place..I suppose because we were all revived at the same time, therefore I feel the need to stay. Future plans should be in the process once I learn more about these new members. . .They spark my interests.

A boy that seemed to be around her and her brother's age was the next in line. He had blond hair, spiked, with big blue eyes and long pants covering over his large shoes. He was holding his hand to his head as though in deep thought as he looked at them. Something was definitely on his mind.

Roxas's Journal: I don't understand what's going on. First off...I feel as though I'm out of place. Was my running away just a dream? I have to know... Other than that, there are two new members joining us. Naxgel and Meuxy I think it was... it makes me feel...weird. Do I exist? Or is everything just a strange dream? Xemnas said that we were restored...but I don't feel like I ever left. I'm so confused.

There was a girl by this boy's side. The only other female member in the room. She eyed Meuxy strangely, a small smile on her face. This made the young girl uneasy, and she stepped back a little. The woman on the chair had light blond hair with a strange style, much resembling that of an electric yellow cockroach. Meuxy could tell this woman meant trouble.

Larxene's Journal: Two new members joined us today. They're both so small and stupid looking. A lot like Roxas was when he first joined. I'm glad there's a girl though, maybe I can actually relate with her. Whatever, at least I can still say I'm the prettiest in the organization. I mean seriously, what is with her cutesy attitude? Is she four? Oh well. Here we go again.

Shifting visions, Meuxy's eyes darted once again. This time to another man with blond hair, only his was short cut. He was also the only member with prominent facial hair. He seemed to be thinking as well.

Luxord's Journal: So we continue this little game of monopoly. Two more pawns for our collection I believe. I wonder, shall the madness ever end?

Next to him was a red head with the spikiest hair in the organization. Meuxy giggled at him. He looked kind of like a hedgehog, however she got curious when eying the marks beneath his eyes. Something seemed familiar about him other than that.

Axel's Journal: Well would ya look at that? We barely get to return and already have new members! I wasn't really paying attention to what "Mansex" was saying, but I do know one thing, I'M NOT BABYSITTING THIS TIME!

An even younger boy than the dirty blond sat next to the red head. He seemed slightly shorter on his seating, with a fringe of blue hair overlapping his right eye. Meuxy was less intimidated by his appearance.

Zexion's Journal: I looked downward. There had been talk about these two so called, 'Amazing Children'. They didn't look so amazing to me, however I could see beyond the void of their existence. They smell of after fire, like a lost world, and charcoal burns from them; however it is not like number eight's smokey scent, but rather the smell of something agonizing. I grow curious. Could these children be the ones who freed us from our dark labyrinths of frozen time? From here, I play the waiting game. Talk is cheap, but if it shall get me the wanted information, then I shall gladly do so.

A tall flaxen haired man sat next to the shorter male, his locks streaming far beyond his shoulders. He looked...old, and suspicious. That was all Meuxy could tell.

Vexen's Journal: I was killed. Wasn't I? Oh well, my plans remain as they were. At least now I can figure out what Xemnas is hiding behind my back. I'll play it as though I don't remember a thing.

Lastly was a man with long black hair and gray streaks. An eye patch covered over his right eye, causing the girl to become curious on the cause. Not just that, but there was also a scar on the left side of his cheek. Weird.

Xigbar's Journal: Ha! We're back! I didn't doubt the old fart! And what do you know, two kids were to blame! All I'm sayin' is yeah, their powers, now THAT I gotta see!

After the "grand castle tour" The siblings learned much about the castle. They knew the rooms they were aloud to enter, and the rooms that they were forbidden from. New rooms were being rebuilt and remodeled all at once, and a large hallway lead to the member's rooms. Now that there were 16 members, it was easy for them to organize everyone's sleeping chamber. Xemnas, the dark man the children had met first, had his own room. A big one beyond the regular hallway. Otherwise the rooms were organized based on the member's number rank. For example, Number 2 was on the right of the hallway, and number 3 was on the left. From there, the pattern flowed on. This would mean that Meuxy's room was right across from her brothers. This made the girl slightly relieved, at least that way her brother would be easy to access.

Inside the girl's room it seemed quite blank. There was a simple twin bed sitting against an all white wall, a large window to the right, and a small dresser at the other side of the room. The view was nice though, at least from that area Meuxy could see the stars. Seeing Naxgel's room it wasn't much different, other than the fact that his bed was on the opposite side of the room than her's.

"Um...sir...?" Meuxy tugged onto Saix's sleeve, ( the one giving them the tour ), and looked up at him with big blue eyes. The man made no motion to melt before her at this, but simply looked down at her as though she was some kind of pet.

"Hm?" Was all he could force out as a reply.

"Will the rooms be blank like this forever?" She asked with her head tilted to the side.

"What point would we have to change it?" The man responded, he then closed his eyes and faced the ground. "Honestly I dont' care what you do with the room, so long as you don't destroy it, but you're going to have to do that yourself, unless you can find someone in the organization kind enough to help you, however I highly doubt anyone would be obliged.

Meuxy looked down in disappointment. She was a creative girl, and not having the ability to express herself was like removing her own personality itself. Oh well, perhaps there was hope in finding someone to help her out. Brother would, right? She looked at him as though asking with her eyes.

"Don't worry Yu-er...'Meuxy' I'm sure we can redecorate." Naxgel said with a grin. Saix rolled his eyes and continued to lead the way out of the rooms.

"Mr. Saix sir. . ." The girl started to speak again, and Saix's ear twitched in expecting another question. "I noticed that all the bedroom doors have numbers on them going to sixteen, but there's no fourteen, why not?"

"Are you going to ask me questions like this the entire time?" Was all the man's reply. Meuxy bit her lip, not daring to reply right away.

"Sorry..." She said while holding her brother's hand.

"Hey! That's not right! If it's a tour we should be allowed to ask questions!" Naxgel jumped in with crossed arms.

"We have no time for that right now. Just remember where you sleep and the rooms you're being shown. Questions are for a better time." By this point it was easy to tell that the blue haired man was getting aggravated, but that didn't stop the brother from sticking out his tongue from behind Saix's back.

"Here is the gray area. This is where you will wait for mission handouts and assignments." The blunette spread out his left arm to escort the two inside a medium sized room with many couches. It kind of reminded the siblings of some sort of teacher's lounge. It seemed comfortable enough. Inside, a few of the members were sitting in random areas and doing different things depending on the person. Demyx was one of those. He sat casually on a couch, sprawled out with some sort of large instrument. Meuxy's first thought was that it was some kind of guitar, but examining it more, she could tell that it wasn't, especially because of the sound it was admitting. A gentle sound that twanged and wavered. But what was the instrument called? Oh well, right now that wasn't important, then again, what was?

Another of those in the room was Xigbar, the man with the eye patch Meuxy noted from before. He was laying awkwardly on a chair near Demyx's, his body sprawled out so that he was upside down, ponytail hanging off the edge. Meuxy thought that was pretty laughable, and when the man realized that Saix was in the room, he quickly reorganized himself to look like he was doing some sort of important paperwork. Apparently even though he was number 2, Saix had something above him.

"Hey there newbies!" He waved halfheartedly at the two, his eyes not lifting from the papers before him. Meuxy honestly wanted to say something, but kept mainly to herself. Her looks were shy, and she lifted her hand anyway, not even a whisper worthy "hi" coming out of her mouth.

"I guess you two don't play any instruments either, huh?" The "Melodious Nocturne" said to them both with a partial sigh. He seemed bored for some reason.

"Conversation will be for a later time Demyx. Right now I'm trying to give a tour." Why Saix was so serious when he spoke was beyond the siblings. Part of little Meuxy just wanted to grab his cheeks and stretch them out into a smile, but at the same time, she knew for sure that if she did that she would most likely get in trouble, and that would be a horrible first impression. She didn't feel as though she was on good terms with the man anyway considering how annoyed he was with her two questions.

"You really are a drag Saix! I just wanted to say hi." Demyx yawned. "Oh well, guess I'll do that later. Have fun you guys!" He made a peace sign at them, then continued on with his instrument. The stranger boy seemed light-hearted when he spoke his last few words, and Meuxy felt a little less afraid of him. Still, she didn't want to jump to conclusions. Naxgel seemed just as bored as the other youth as they continued to explore.

The others in the room seemed to be too busy to notice or really care about the two new members, so they kept to themselves. Larxene was one of those, the only other female besides Meuxy. She was busy painting her nails neon yellow when they neared her to say anything. Saix didn't even bother with any introductions. All she did to note their existence was look up for a mere moment and smirk, then look down again to continue. It was as though she was teasing them simply with her eyes.

"I hope you have a good feel of the castle now. We won't be doing any mission work until tomorrow, so enjoy the day while it lasts. Bed time is at eight thirty. Anyone not in the bedroom chambers shall be lightly punished. In other words, you shall be given three strikes. First strike, you will be easily forgiven, second strike, you will get a lecture by myself. Third, Superior shall handle the rest. . . Occasionally one can ask for a night pass, in this way, you shall be able to roam about the castle after night fall. Otherwise you shall be given one free pass a week, or as reward for doing extra work on missions. Here are yours."

Saix dug into his pockets and pulled out two papers resembling that of cards with the organization's symbol on each side. At the top it was written in bold: "Night Pass". Seemed easy enough to understand, so the children took the cards and put them away in their pockets for safe keeping.

"Now then." He continued, focusing mainly on Meuxy. "Are there any questions...? If you please, make them quick, I have a lot of work to do today in organizing mission papers."

"S-same thing as before..." The girl replied with a raised hand. "Where was room 14 in the sleeping chambers? Why am I 15, and why is brother 16? Shouldn't I be 14 instead?"

The man sighed heavily. He expected her to ask such questions. "Number 14 was previously removed from the castle due to unfortunate circumstances. That individual may be restored in the future, so for now, you and your brother have been placed as the numbers you have."

Meuxy continued her questioning. "Who was she?"

"As I said, make your questions short. Don't be adding onto what you have already asked." Was Saix's brash reply. Meuxy bit her lip. This seemed to be a habit of hers when she got nervous.

"What about you Naxgel?" The man switched.

"All I want to know is why I'm the feline informant. . .cause I have cat ears?" The young boy replied.

"You are the informant because of your odd knowledge of this little known organization. You posses a quality that not many of our ranks have. An, 'information gatherer' if you please. You also seem to know how to work computers quite well, am I correct?"

"I suppose so..."

"Then you will be able to tell us what every organization member is up to while we aren't looking." The serious man explained. Naxgel crossed his arms.

"Great, so basically I'm the snitch of the organization?"

"Pretty much." Saix said.

"What about Meuxy? Why is she the living doll?"

"That should be noted in your past life. She is the living doll not only because of her looks, but also because of the experiences she had before joining us. That information was given after we found you."

"Mm..." Was all Naxgel could say.

"Don't worry, your memories shall return in pieces, but for now, you must learn to cope with your new surroundings. . ."

"Yeah...will do..." Huffed the short teen. Meuxy looked at him and sighed. Perhaps if she thought of it as some kind of adventure, things wouldn't appear to be so rough. All she could do now was wait and see.