Seeds and Storm Clouds Gathering.

He entered in graceful fashion, seemingly gliding through the doorway with feet barely off the ground. Despite the unusual chill that resided there, he remained unfazed, determined to keep composure. Or more accurately, create no suspicion.

A fairly small rectangular room, the Library held many works of writing. Most were reports written by the various members of the Organization, others memoirs and diaries from the same people. It was also the place where Vexen conducted his research, finding new ways to "cultivate" the darkness for their own use. That was probably the reason why it was so chilly.

Finding a seat at the desk near the furthest wall, Marluxia leaned back, placing his hands behind his head. Was he being too casual? He didn't want to look suspicious, even though nobody was here; you never knew who could be listening.

Unhelpfully nervously, he moved his hands from the back of his head to the desk in front of him, letting the long cuffs of his robe rest on the desk. Trying to spy something to busy himself with, he scoured the desks contents. They were all research notes from Vexen, each describing, with an eerie amount of detail, his latest experiments.

As much as Xemnas trusted Vexen with the work he was doing, thinking him as a very competent scientist and researcher, Marluxia had his doubts. He was too secretive, only revealing his true intentions with the Leader himself. That was disconcerting, because Marluxia was convinced there was something more inside that blonde haired head, something much more sinister.

Scanning the titles, he got a general idea of what the scientist has been up to, Heartless manipulation and travelling through the Corridors of Darkness mainly. These were trivial, and hardly worth a report on, but Marluxia realised that they weren't recently written. Probably some of his first works, but they weren't of any importance.

One manual, however, did catch is eye. It was new, almost freshly written as the lingering smell of ink still hung in the frosty air. The title was ambiguous,

Research Priority One (XXIII) Complete

Curious, Marluxia opened the report, and studied it, taking in what was down on the paper. As he read more and more, his eyes widened, and his mouth gaped. The cogs in his brain were spinning, ideas starting to form. He could use this, and use it very well at that.

The moment he had finished reading the text, another entered the Library. As graceful as Marluxia before, she strode in, taking the seat next to him. Larxene had the look of a teenager acting bad at school, the childish grin creasing her smooth skin perfectly.

"Heyyyyyy Marluxia," she said coyly "Whatcha got there?"

"The key to our success, Larxene." He tossed her the sheet of paper and, in a similar fashion to her fellow Nobody, she gaped with astonishment.

There was a long pause, Larxene reading, Marluxia waiting. The female spoke, her voice laced with awe "Is…. Is this for real?"

Smiling, Marluxia could only say yes. As much as he was suspicious about Vexen's motives, his work was always outstanding. He never filed a report unless it was one hundred percent checked and able to work, and hopefully this was no exception.

"All our time here we've been pushed around, called the 'new kids', but with this, we can make a stand. Think about it. We can overthrow them, overthrow Xemnas, with this" he pointed to the report in Larxene's hands. "Together we will get the respect we deserve."

Smiling wider, Larxene tossed the paper on the desk and stood up as Marluxia did. The report landed in the centre of the desk, open at the only other page besides the front cover. Unaware of this, the two Nobodies walked out, a spring in their graceful step now that they had begun to plan and plot the downfall of their supposed 'comrades'. They left without any trace, their existence in that room at that time only known by themselves. Only one thing lay out of place.

Urgent Report, CLASSIFIED

Furthering on from my last reports on this subject, my research has taken a giant leap forward. It seems as thought my initial pondering of clones, or 'replicas' as I prefer to call them, was not fruitless.

Previous study had shown that a replica could only be produced by linking the subject into some form of cloning device, which, in hindsight, would be impractical. Even if you could subdue the subject, there was no guarantee that they would not be able to break free during the process.

I have now found that one may only need to absorb the combat data of the subject in order to create the replica. This revelation has reinforced my initial thought that replicas could be created en mass, which would benefit the Organization as I have stated in previous reports.

The Keyblade Wielder would be a perfect guinea pig for my experiment, which is why I will be requesting a post at Castle Oblivion.

Vexen (IV)