Zexion's POV
Why does it have to be me?
I didn't want to be like this!
You see, all of this happened on such a normal morning.
I woke up from my sleep because of the tolling bell, signalling the wakeup call. I bathed and dressed in my cloak and made my way towards the dining hall to see my comrades—no, none of them are my friends—making their selves look like idiots to anyone else. Our Superior was just staring into space with Number Seven throwing the occasional glance at him. Number Nine and Eight were just laughing their heads off from Number Two's jokes with Number Thirteen and Fourteen. Number Eleven was trying to make Number Four's eyes remain on him and only him, but failing miserably as Number Four was preparing coffee in the kitchen. Number Twelve was sending the occasional sparks up at the ceiling and Number Three and Number Five were just keeping their selves entertained as Number Five was playing with his game while Number Three was braiding his hair.
Yes, this is the eyesore in the morning called Organization XIII.
As I sat, in between Seven and Five, I opened up the daily newspaper—I don't know how we get this paper, but I leave the atypical things to our Superior—and read as Four proceeded to pass us our coffee. Drinking up mine once the cup touched the hard surface, I folded up the newspaper and went off to go to my sanctuary called the library until a sudden pain erupted from my stomach, making me go onto my knees and collapse on the floor, breathing shallowly until my mind blacked out.
Possibly, I hoped that it was just a dream, because the pain never left even as I blacked out.
But that was just hope.
And three days after that incident, I would wish that I could return to my wonderful dreamless sleep.
Why?
The reason is—it still haunts me—when I woke up, I saw myself turned into a girl.