Ns: This i my first story here, so I'm a little nervos. Please bear in mind that I'm not a native english-speaking person, and there will be grammar- and spelling mistakes because of that.

This story will follow the canon of KH 1 and KH1, Chain of memories (GBA-Version) and some of 358/2 (I have just passed about 200 days). This story will not be cannon with Birth by Sleep and Kingdom Hearts recoded as Birth by Sleep and Recoded hadn't been published yet by the time I started this story. Therefore Terra, Aqua, Ven and Master Xeonhart will be OOC (They were inspired by the secret end of KH2).

This Story will also contain OC's. Those who read the first upload of the story will properly know the pairing – if not the ending.

I was hit by a writer's block and thus have decided to reupload the story. This will give me the chance to tweak it a little and correct some mistakes. Also this should also give me the inspiration of the end. I have it in my head, I just couldn't write it down, but I will I never leave a work unfinished. I promise that much.

Summary: Sora is tricked into resurrecting the organisation, but thë nobodies of Organisation XIII soon becomes the least of his worries, as the discovery of a new nobody forces the Organisation and the keyblademaster into a war. A war, which will demand the ultimate sacrifice from the participans.

Disclaimer: I do not own kingdom hearts or any the characters related to kingdom hearts. If i did i wouldn't be writing stories on a webside called fanfiction.


Chapter One: Leaving the past behind

The castle cloaked in shadows was silent. Soon the loud sounds of battle would fill the air surrounding castle as the three armored keybladers would challenge the master, but they had yet to battle themselves through the heartless and reach the castle, so right now in this very moment the castle was silent. Then in the entrance of the castle the silence was broken as the sound of a young woman yelling "Thunderga" rang through the entrance and up the hallway. A zapping sound followed as the heartless was merciless destroyed.

The magic casting girl was in her late teens or early twenties. It was impossible to judge on looks alone, especially because everything about her looks was off. Her hair had an unusual green colour, cut in a weird style - so short on the left side that her ear was completely exposed and so long on the right that both ear and the right eye were hidden behind it. Perhaps it was the also the intention to hid the eye, because her visible left eye had an eerie orange glow. The woman lowered her hand and dusted some invisible dust of her short black skirt.

"Show yourselves, I know that loose creatures can't come inside the castle." A figure in a dark blue robe appeared from the hallway.

"Leaving already? And just as we were getting to know each other." The girl narrowed her eyes (at least the visible one) as she turned to the newcomer.

"Are you going to stop me?" she asked. The figure removed his hood and revealed himself as a white haired man with calculating eyes.

"That depends what you are willing to give me."

"I own nothing," she said, momentarily confused. Then her pupils dilated in realization.

"You want Eraser," she said. She held out her hand. Black and white treads danced around it until they finally formed a keyblade. But were normal Keyblade was made of metal this keyblade seem to consist of gray see-trough air.

"This is but a shadow." She stated. "A shadow of a fake keyblade even. Why do you want it?"

The man smirked:

"You can give it up, because it's fake." The two watched each other for a long moment. Those who knew them would properly say that a heavy past passed between - A past contained nothing but pain, both those who really knew both usually ended up dead.

"Terra and his friends are going to defeat the master," She finally said, her voice toneless.

He raised an eyebrow.

"You have faith in them?" he asked disbelieving.

She shrugged:

"The heroes always win," was her answer. She looked at the substanceless keyblade. Then she threw it to the other person.

"I exist because of Terra," she said and then her lips rose into an eerie smile, matching the better knowing smirk of the other. "Be sure to give him my thanks." She turned away and disappeared out of the castle door and silence reigned over castle once again.


Years later did a young man walk through the empty hallways of a castle that never really was in the first place. Seemingly absorbed in a heavy book, Zexion didn't appear to be a worried man. But as always with the cloaked schemers mind was busier than it appeared to be. It was the night before he was setting out to Castle Oblivion, and he wasn't planning to go there unprepared. The fact alone that Marluxia had been appointed to lead the upper floors told Zexion that something was off, and he wasn't about to walk headfirst into a trap without a lot of preparation. Zexion closed Lexicon satisfied that his weapon was fully upgraded and his magic completely charged. He was about to head to his own chambers to get some long overdue sleep when he smelled it. Having memorized every member's individual smell, the two smells were easy to identify. It was not the smell of two persons he trusted. Blue eyes narrowed in suspicion Zexion cloak himself in an illusion that would render him invisible, so he could sneak closer to the two night owls and listen in on the conversation. Just what was Saix and Axel doing up so late?

Apparently the two neophytes were having a late night drink. Axel was sitting relaxed on the couch in the gray area with a beer in his hand, while talked to Saix:

"So what you are saying is that you wouldn't mind if Zexion disappeared along with Maluxia and Larxene?" Saix was looking out of the large window and thus had his back turned to Axel.

"I didn't say that," was his answer. Axel just laughed.

"But you sure as hell hinted it. Haven't changed one bit, have you? Ambitious as ever..."

Saix' face remained unchanged, but there was hint – a small hint of a smirk:

"Perhaps, but in my current position a change of heart is rather impossible."

"Well said," Axel laughed. "So I still end up doing the dirty work, but I don't get the bonus of dragging you down to bar so we can hit on the all the girls. "

"That was more you than me, really." Saix would have rolled his eyes if it wasn't beneath him.

"Still you attracted some really interesting types," Axel said clearly enjoying the memories. "I mostly ended up with a slap."

"Usually well deserved," was Saix dry reply.

"Well," Axel emptied his beer. "If our suspicions about Marluxia and Larxene are true I'll see if I can get Zexion caught up in the chaos." Saix turned around and faced Axel, his golden eyes gleamed.

"See to it," he said and walked out. Axel rubbed the back of his head with his hand.

"Man, wonder how long it will take before I can have ice-cream again." As soon as Axel was gone the illusion on Zexion lifted. The other nobodies would have been surprised to see the unusual expression of anger flash across Zexions face.

It didn't take long for Zexion to reach the Proof of Existence. He watched the light shining from his tombstone as he thought about his next move. Was this really the right thing to do? But with as he had to go the next day, he had more time…

He ended summoning Lexicon despite his doubts, this was the best plan he could come up with in so short notice, and it was not like he could really care, he wouldn't be really lonely leaving the Organization behind, after all he had lost that ability a long time ago. With Lexicons power it didn't take long to make a clone with almost the same power as him and all of his memories – except the conversation he had just heard. The clone was not enough, though. Once again he muttered a spell – this one connected the tombstone with his illusion instead of him. The illusion would act so much like him that a heart was needed to tell them apart. Zexion almost smiled at the irony. Surely, the others wouldn't be able to tell.


Traverse Town had changed since Sora had restored all the worlds in his first adventure. Where it once was home to the people who had lost their world, it was now inhabited by people who couldn't return to their world – for one reason or another. Now the heartless had spread from District 2 and 3 to District 1, but since the current inhabitants of Traverse Town had no problem with this world's level of the heatless, no action was made to rout the heartless out. This made the town perfect for Zexion as a temporally stop. No one would look for him here. Of course he couldn't stay. He just needed to lay low for a while and go through the profile of every member in order to secure that no other were a threat to him, but first he would see how Axel planned to deal with the other him. He would feel the death of the clone and then he would have information of how to counter his assassin.

Zexion stopped dead in his train of thoughts. He would need a place to sleep unless he developed a sudden love for the streets. Not liking the last option he stopped a man in ragged closed carrying a huge sword.

"Where can I stay the night," he asked, trying to sound as polite as possible and just this conversation over with. The swordman examined him, clearly not impressed:

"That depends, can you fight of these monster?"

"I alive in this town, aren't I?" Zexion asked, leaving out the detail that he already had lost his heart.

"The hotel in District 2 is quite nice, and almost safe. The owner takes most of the heartless out herself."

"A girl?" Zexion asked unsure, picturing a Larxene-type in his head. He didn't like the idea of sleeping in the same building as that type of girl.

"Yes – X'ero, she's a witch - a bit weird though, it's like... like she's missing something." This caught Zexion's interest. It couldn't possibly be...

"Is she antisocial?"

"Yes, but polite, when she has to talk."

"Can she appear from apparently nowhere?"

"Yes."

"Can she summon a weapon out of nothing?"

"Yes."

"Does non-aggressive heartless leave her alone?"

"Yes."

"And she can cast a wide range of magic."

"I already said she was a witch – hey where are you going?"

Zexion was going to meet this mysterious hotel owner, who clearly was an unidentified nobody. Just the fact that she had kept her identity hidden from the Organization made her interesting, the fact that she actually had a business made her intriguing, perhaps even fascinating, and a scientist to the core, curiosity ruled Zexion's mind.

It was no trouble for him to reach the hotel, but before he entered he summoned Lexicon – just in case this girl did act like Larxene.

"Welcome," a toneless voice greeted him. "Leave the money on the desk and don't speak to me. I'm busy." Zexion raised his eyebrow. If that greeting was 'polite when she had to' he would not like to hear unfriendly. He approached the desk as he studied the girl sitting behind it. Green hair and orange eyes, he could smell a faint residue of darkness lingering on her, no doubt this was the girl, but just to be sure he asked:

"You are X'ero?"

"Yes," she continued to write whatever it was she was writing, not offering him any interest.

"I'm Zexion the cloaked Schemer."

"Don't involve me in a scheme then," was all she said. Her pen made a scratching sound as it flew over the paper. Zexion decided that direct approach was the best.

"You are a nobody, aren't you X'ero?" The pen stopped, Xero turned around as she faced him. Her orange eye glowing as she folded her hands and allowed to an eerie smile, which clearly war a cover up for a promise of death and disaster, to creep over her face.

"My, my. Is that a tone to use towards a Lady?"


Ns: And the first chapter is done. I am going to upload the three first chapters again now.

X'ero: Nightsnow, how is my name pronounced?

Ns: as zero.

X'ero: I see. Be sure to enjoy the story. (Leaves through a portal)

Ns: One day I will write a story about a nice person.