Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING KH OR FINAL FANTASY, JUST RIXAH AND SOME OTHER RANDOM CHARACTERS THAT MAY POP UP (discluding Tory)

um, no flaming, this is my first REAL fanfiction that may or may not be completed, depending on amount of reviews.

I give my gratitude to Tory and Sam! For all your helps! well, wish me luck because here i go!

ah, yes also:

Raining Moon Song is going to write her own intro (prob next chap) and the first part (?) of chap 11

and ty everyone, for clicking on this story! ^.^ please please PLEASE be sure to R&R to give me your opinions

CHAPTER 1

"So, it's true... Number V has found Ansem's final reports," Sai'x confirmed upon entering Xemnas's office in the Castle That Never Was. Lately everyone had been in a slump and the progress was getting slower and slower. Number VI declined any missions offered with a smartly concocted excuse; Sai'x had tried to convince the Superior that the shorter Nobody was just being unreasonable, but Number I wouldn't hear of it.

"Yes. Did V tell you?" Xemnas asked with a deep, booming voice that was full of authority. He thought he'd asked the Silent Hero to keep it quiet, after all, he should have been good at that much.

Sai'x did not hesitate with his next response. "I gave him no other option but to tell me. Although, I had guessed about the reports beforehand."

"I assumed that you would be intelligent enough to realize so. Did Number V exploit what had been written as well?"

Sai'x shook his head and said, "No, he did not. He advised me to come speak with you."

Xemnas smiled, it was an evil smile, one that showed his lack of vacations and obsessive compulsive disorder about hearts. "I am going to require half of the organization's members to be temporarily relocated to a world recently discovered by Xigbar, Earth is what it is called. The Heartless have not yet been able to breach the door leading to the world, and I believe it has yet to be tainted by physically harming Darkness. Based on what the report said, a country on that planet called "The United States" has a language surprisingly similar to our own. I need Number's: III, VI, VIII, IX, XI, XII, and XIII in here immediately. Do not give them any briefing on the assignment, I have a keen suspicion that this theory will give the most beneficial results if they are not informed. After all, has my old master been wrong yet?"

Sai'x smirked as well. They would get three things done with all of this: get a gist on the new world, get an extremely vital theory tested, and they would get a break from a significant portion of the annoying members that usually resided in the castle, most of which were frequently looking for trouble. "No, Superior, but I am curious..."

"Yes, Number VII?"

"What will they be told the mission is for?"

Xemnas almost laughed. "Why, they will be informed that it is a mandatory vacation. Though I suppose it is partially true."

When Xemnas dismissed the Lunar Diviner, the elf-eared Nobody bowed and exited via portal expressionlessly. After all, they were Nobody's. And Nobody's supposedly didn't have hearts or, to be more technical, souls. (They did have the organ, however. Demyx often had misunderstood this in the begining, untill Sai'x had showed him his mistake; it was a rather violent demonstration...)

But according to the last report of Ansem the Wise, the abstract thought that they had no "souls" could all be wrong.

Zexion flipped through Vexen's copy of "Hybrid Species" with much disinterest. He was currently located in the cluttered basement of the Castle that Never Was (a.k.a. Vexen's lab). Lexaeus was in the dining room with Sai'x, Zexion could smell them from there. Lexaeus reminded the Schemer vaguely of dirt, and Sai'x didn't have any peculiar smell, though Number VI was sure that if he got right up next to the Diviner he would be able to recognize something that corresponds with metal. Strange as that was, Vexen, though Zexion did not relay this, smelled completely foreign to anything he had ever known. Then again, the Academic owed him for saving his vat in the corner from the fiery, destructive hands of Axel, so it was no question as to why he never complained.

Unfortunately the Academic was determined to repay Zexion by making him taller, and, since most of his tried experiments failed, the Schemer was extremely wary.

It was rather distracting, Zexion did not want to get too skeptical of the ingredients for Number III would surely start a "respect rant" in his direction (and that rarely occurred). Then once that was finished with, Zexion would be banned without even obtaining the benefits of reaching his coffee in the morning when Axel put it on the top shelf and slid it back all the way unpurpose. Not that Zexion was that short, he was a mere 5.6 and everyone, besides Roxas, was only a bit taller than him, a few inches. Or, if they were like the Superior, a forearm's length, at most; that wasn't a very substantial amount, considering if Zexion was as deprived of visible muscles as Axel he would be most likely the same height as him.

But, alas, it wasn't one of Zexion's top issues at the moment.

A portal appeared in front of him, and the Cloaked Schemer's lovely comrade Sai'x stepped out. "The Superior would like to speak with you both immediately," he told them coldly.

"Wonderful timing, neophyte." Zexion shut the book in his hands and placed it on a messy desk next to his chairs.

Sai'x glared at the Schemer disdainfully and walked back through the portal, III and VI followed quietly behind him. Zexion really did not want to bother himself with petty missions or arguments with the Superior.

Lucky for him, it was a must be done assignment.

Rixah walked down the street at 5:38 in the afternoon, practically skipping with joy. She had a malicious grin on her face and her lavender eyes beamed with satisfaction. Her long brown hair was brushed back behind her shoulders, which were covered by a flimsy black jacket that hid a spaghetti strap tank-top. It had been a good day indeed for the teen, she'd egged two houses and broke a window or two.

They all thought they were better than her, well, they were not by any circumstances. Emo. Gothic. All of the above and more was what she was always called, everyday. No matter what, Rixah always stealthily redeemed herself, one way or another. Whether she heard the stereotypical accuser call her what he/she may have called her, or not. But, they brought it upon themselves, and besides, it wasn't as if they would ever notice that it was the quiet little emo in the background commiting all of the dirty deeds.

The term "It's always the quiet ones" is very correct in many cases. Especially Rixah's. Rixah's father had left her mother and her when she was only six. That's it, that's all, that is what it is. Rixah's mother, Tanya, was always popping anti-depressant pills, though. So it didn't help that she was always happy and oblivious, living in her own little world, not even bothering to glance at her daughter who was inconspicuously in denial. It was sad, really. In a kind of sick way. Rixah's grandfather let the small family of two live in a huge mansion for practically free; he was a millionare (even in this economy), and even hired a butler and a few unnoticable maids.

What Rixah hated most was stupid people. Not people who failed classes at school, no. Just the snobs and such that thought themselves superior to her in every and all ways. Rixah was determained to show them all how they were wrong about every impression they obtained by judging her unjustly. The only ones in her life that weren't considered stupid to the teen was her best friend, Tris, her on-line friend, Rainyue, and the few people in the world that left her undisturbed.

Everyone else was horrible to her.

And that was her philosophy.

wow, i did surprisingly good, i think. i urge you to review, actually, i practically beg you all to! if something doesnt make sense, tell me PLEASE! ill give out giant virtual-cookies with the members of organization 13s' faces on them if you do ^.^