A/N: This is the the first story by Sandy and Hunter, aka Shard of Sorrow. It centers on our Organization XIII OCs, Nixsaro and Aranox. Please read and reveiw!

Italics represent either a flashback or thoughts.

Disclaimer: Kingdom hearts belongs to Square Enix and Disney.

The Memoirs of the Second Organization

By Shard of Sorrow

Chapter 1: Remembrance

Nixsaro sat in her room in The Castle That Never Was feeling betrayed. Of course, she always felt betrayed. The belief that Nobodies could feel no emotion was a lie. It was true that they felt little, but each of the humanoid Nobodies had a few to themselves. Nixsaro, for example, could feel betrayal, anger, and mild amusement.

Aranox had his mind on his friend as he knocked on her door. Nixsaro was acting distant…again. When she didn't respond, he opened the door and walked in.

"What do you want?" she asked annoyed.

"You left right after Lord Xehanort gave his speech. I was worried."

"Like you can worry about anything," she snorted. "You can't feel any more than I can."

He opened his mouth to retort, but closed it again. Instead he said "Nix was also concerned. He was supposed to go on a mission with you. It took a while to convince Isa to give you today off."

"I don't need the day off! I can do my own job!" she snapped.

"Then why are you moping around here?"

She glared at him but didn't respond.

"I can tell when you're upset," he continued, sitting on the bed next to her. "I can help you feel better. You just have to tell me what's wrong."

Nixsaro curled up into a ball, her chin resting on her knees. "You," she said quietly. "You left me behind. You could have waited, but you left as soon as I was down," she continued, her voice rising. "If you had waited just a few minutes instead of running off, we probably wouldn't even be here. It's all YOUR FAULT!"

She glared at Aranox again, furious. They stared at each other in silence for a moment, until someone knocked at the door. "What?" she snapped.

"Is everything okay in there? I heard yelling," came the voice of Deym, the now human version of Demyx, the number IX of the original Organization.

"It's fine, Deym, relax," she sighed before looking back to Aranox.

He paused before speaking. "Are you still angry about that? It was years ago." When she didn't respond, he continued, "What happened to us, Sinora? We never fought like this before the Organization."

Her eyes gleamed at the use of her real name. "Tell me again how we met. It was so long ago…" she trailed off.

Aranox smiled, and put his arm around her. She relaxed into the embrace, and rested her head on his shoulder. Though they weren't really related, they saw each other as siblings and calmed in the other's arms. He rested his head on top of his sister's as he began his tale. "it started in the orphanage when I was five…"

Aaron had been at the Traverse Town orphanage for as long as he could remember. His mother had died in childbirth, and his father, Consolus, who became depressed and an alcoholic, had abandoned him when he a just over a year old. The neighbors had seen Consolus leave without Aaron and took him in the next day when his father hadn't returned. They were unable to care for him and gave him to the orphanage in Traverse Town where he remained for the rest of his childhood. He had been constantly ridiculed by the other children simply because he didn't know how to defend himself. That all changed when Sinora had shown up.

She was eight when a house fire claimed the lives of everyone in her family. All in one night, she had lost both her parents, her grandparents, her uncle, and her six-year-old brother. When she was brought to the orphanage, she saw Aaron, who was a year younger than her own brother, being taunted, she stood up for him. He had never been defended from the other children before, stayed with the girl. She decided to teach him to stand up for himself, and by the time he didn't need her protection, she thought of him as the brother she had lost. After that the two were inseparable.

One time early in their friendship, the orphanage caretakers took all the children to a shop to get ice cream. Sinora and Aaron both got the sea-salt flavor. Aaron held the ice cream bar up to face and suddenly sneezed, accidentally smacking it into himself. He looked up at Sinora, crestfallen. She looked back apologetically, before giggling and then bursting out laughing. He stuck out his bottom lip in a pout at first, but then started laughing himself.

Nixsaro chuckled fondly at the memory. It wasn't a crucial moment in their friendship, but Aranox knew it always cheered her up.

"I needed to hear that. Thank you," she said sitting up and kissing her younger brother on the cheek.

"I told you I could make you feel better," he said. "C'mon, let's not sit in here all day. I could use some fresh air and Havoc's Divide has a nice view."