Story 1: It Was a Bitter Cold Night

Song 1: My Immortal-Evanescenes

A little after midnight, the castle was dead silent.

Zexion stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep. He sat up and decided to take a walk.

Yes walk, no portals.

He slipped into the shadows so he could glide silently out of the castle. Once outside, he allowed his feet to contact solid, cold ground.

And cold it was.

Zexion wore only a loose, gray t-shirt and loose blue and gray plaid pajama pants. The bitter cold nipped at him all over his body causing him to cross his arms.

'Bringing my cloak would have been a logical idea.' he thought.

A full moon illuminated the night sky, reminding him of his beloved XV.

He wandered around the perimeter of the castle passing the said girl's window smiling lovingly. He realized what a stalker he looked like then decided to venture further.

Bubbles floated from Demyx's window. He didn't even NEED to hear what came from Axel's room. Hopefully they won't wake the superior.

Feeling generous (and to save his own ears) he created a sound proof invisible barrier around the room.

Growing tired of the castle's architecture, he portaled into The Dark City.


He was immediately welcomed by the darkness and shadows. Wind blew by and Zexion shivered. He loved the iciness against his skin (Vexen, however, was not welcome).

He sat against the building as rain slowly began to trickle down. He played with shadows, making them twirl and dance around him. He giggled to himself as the shadows tickled at his nose.

He went on for hours. It had to be about 5am. Xemnas and Saix usually awoke around 6 so heading back be wise.


He took a dark portal back to the castle, once again gliding through the shadows.

He floated down the bed chamber corridor before realizing he was drenched. He meant to head to the bathroom to dry off, but the scent of moonlight and darkness made him forget.

Tryxel.

The same scent as No. 7, but with a citrus hint laced within adding a certain sweetness.

He twirled into the dark, reappearing in her bedroom.

"Tryxel." he whispered, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

His love for her was becoming an obsession.

But she couldn't know.

There were several reasons why she couldn't know he returned her feelings.

Not yet.

Tryxel stirred and opened one cat-like eye. Zexion held his breath and created the illusion of the girl's room, minus him.

She opened the other eye and looked almost as if she was staring right at him.

Zexion felt a little nervous before glancing over his shoulder.

A picture of him lay on a nearby table.

Tryxel's face bore a slight longing, slight sadness.

Zexion smiled and manipulated his voice to blow in the wind that breezed through her window.

"It is alright XV. I'm here."

Tryxel gasped, looking at the window. Zexion dropped his illusion before slipping out of her room.

An unseen tear slid down her cheek as she whispered the name.

"Zexion…"


Before returning to his own room, the slate-haired boy took another aimless walk within the castle. Eventually he reached the Proof Of Existance room.

He looked over the blue tiles, pacing slowly.

The room was pointless. Looked like a graveyard. But they were all here. All in tact. All….

One tile glowed red.

That was odd.

The boy went to inspect the area, seeing a shattered tile.

A tile that read 'The Cloaked Schemer'.

"What?" he said aloud. "This can't be."

He backed away from the tile in horror.

The Superior had mention what a tile of a deceased member would look like.

And his own was fitting the description.

He ran.

Ran from the room.

"I am not dead!" he yelled.

"I'm here!"

He ran back to Tryxel's room, the first one he thought of.

She was awake, holding his picture.

"Tryxel, I'm here. Don't you see me?" he called desperately, voice warping and fading into the air.

Tryxel looked up abruptly.

"Tell me I'm not dead." Zexion grabbed her shoulders. She gasped and shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut and covering her ears.

"I don't hear you. You're gone. You're dead!" she yelled.

"No! I'm not dead!" he yelled desperately. "If you cannot see me, you hear me. I'm here Tryxel."

More tears.

"You never called me by my name." Tryxel sobbed. "You're gone.""Tryxel!" Darkness crept under him, grabbed his ankles tightly. Never had Zexion had so much emotion.

He shrieked, fighting the dark that threatened to take him away.

"Tryxel!" he screamed reaching toward her. He knew she wasn't doing this. "Tryxel please! I love you! I always did!"

Tryxel opened her eyes, hands dropping from her ears.

"You… you aren't here…" she said in the most dead voice he'd ever heard from her. "You can't love me… YOU. ARE. GONE!" she screamed.

Footsteps were heard.

"Tsuin? Tsuin! What's wrong?"


The last thing Zexion saw was Tryxel in a psychotic state.

Grieved.

If only he had been a man.

If only he'd told her he loved her sooner…

Rather than later…


AN: Wow...

This wasn't supposed to be so sad...

Anyway, review please and thank you