Hi I'm back I don't know why I wrote this. It was sort of a him any how here you go sorry to all those who read my other stories.

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Ah. This was it. This was all I needed. A hot coffee. A comfy chair. And a good book. Of course my laptop and sketchbook lie in wait on the conveniently placed side table just incase I'm hit with my random surge of inspiration that seemed to come at the most peculiar of times. I took a deep breath I loved the smell of my local bookstore, coffee, paper and old wood. This was my home. This was my life. Everything I cared for, everything I lived for could be traced back to this bookstore. the people who worked here never changed the people who came in never changed and the owners never changed. I loved this place no bookstore was like it. There was no brand name label to deal with it wasn't filled with noisy college students chatting on their cell phones. No one came in here unless they were only looking for a book. And no one talked. It was heaven, my safety from the world.

In case you'd not yet caught on I am a painful recluse. I talk to no one. If they start a conversation with me on a topic I like I will engage but other than that I have nothing else. My family had been gone for a good 4 years now and I'd done a fine job of taking care of my self. They left me and I was not about to ask for their approval for anything. So I let them leave. I'd never been in this bookstore before then. I had just been evicted and I had wandered into this store. The previous owner offered me the unused apartment above the store I gratefully accepted. I know what your thinking and no, the owner was not some kindly elder person who was trying to preserve the good of anything. He was young, ill tempered and an insufferable smart allelic. He drove me nuts, but I suppose that's what a father does.

This store was part of me. Scratch that most of me. I knew everything no matter how clueless I am outside these wall this was my domain and I ruled.

Until he showed up. He just walked in here as if he belonged, and threw it all off. This building had a balance. One that I'd mastered and he just showed up out of no where. No one new came here. This town was small. Not a small town like we all know each others names but no one ever moved in here. And no one new ever, ever, came into my bookstore.

If I were anyone else I wouldn't have noticed. But if I were anyone else I wouldn't feel the balance shift with his presence. But I'm not any one else I'm me and I dont like my life being tampered with. There was nothing extraordinary about him. He had light colored hair that seemed to shift between an icy blue to a cold silver. He had long bangs that hung over his right eye and hid it completely. But other than his hair there was nothing extraordinary about him. He wasn't particularly good looking though he was far from ugly but to anyone but me he would have just blended in. so I shrugged it off and tried to adjust to the new balance. And I ignored him like I do everything else I dont like. I focused on my books they kept me from all unpleasantness.

Well that is until to day.

I paced across the parking lot huffing and puffing out angry breaths. Burying my chin in my scarf I stepped through the snow covered patches of grass and back on to the side walk. I need to get to my home. I had had a bad day. The people at my high school continually proved their stupidity to me and I was just about done with it. I need my chair. I need to get into my nice cozy corner with my hot coffee and finish my latest novel. I would feel better then. I stepped in the door and stomped the snow off my boots running an anxious hand through my cranberry hair, I could never decide whether it was dark red or dark purple so I just dubbed it cranberry to move on with my nonexistent life. I turned to go to my spot. Then I saw him. He wasn't doing anything wrong, at least from his point of view. He just sat there sipped his coffee and continued reading. I felt anger build in my stomach.

He was sitting in my chair.

Oh hell no. I was done ignoring. I was done letting him go in and out of this place messing up my balance. He was gonna get it now.

Now here's something you should know about me. I may get angry and think about doing something but I never do anything. Never. I never have the courage looking back maybe he was the one who gave me the courage in the first place but that's not the point.

I stormed over to him sitting in my chair and stood over him, intentionally using his sitting position to my advantage and towering over him.

Zexion sat sipping on his coffee absorbed in his book. He had just found this place recently and he already loved it. Books were his thing he loved them they were all he had. When you're a drifter you dont tend to have a lot of constants in you're life. He would transfer from high school to high school posing as an exchange student as long as he could then he would transfer again. He didn't want to leave this place. But he knew he would have to eventually. But oh well enjoy now. Now he had a good book, a comfy chair and a cup of coffee. He had everything he needed except…light?

Zexion looked up at whatever was blocking his light and he saw a girl towering over him. Her hair was cut short and he couldn't tell what color it was. Purple? Red? She had a serious expression on her face and stared down at him. He'd seen her before. It was the first day he'd come in here. She had been watching him. Almost as if he'd done something wrong by coming in here. He wasn't sure why but some part of him compelled him to speak to this girl. Usually he would just ignore her. But something about her was familiar, something that reminded him of himself.

"yes?" he said raising an eyebrow. It had sounded ruder than he'd intended it to but his "people skill's" sucked. She didn't falter at his tone she mearly glared down at him. Zexion wasn't sure what to do she was just standing there studying him.

"you're in my spot." She said simply. He was relieved when he'd gotten a response but he didn't know what to do with it. If he moved he will have caved to someone else's will again and he hates doing that but what dose he say? This time it was his turn to study her and he found she was actually rather good looking. Though his idea of "good looking" didn't exactly match everyone else's. she had brown doe eyes and full pink lips, her nose was average not small and cute or big and odd looking. Her skin was pale though she appeared to have the genetics for skin that tans easily.

"your spot?" Zexion repeated the last to words with a raised eyebrow. He sounded stupid he was thankful she didn't notice the idiocy f his own reply.

"yes." She said but something inside her compelled her to speak more. "look I've had a really crappy day and I just want to sit in my big comfy chair drink my coffee and read my book so if you please." She said and he stood taking his books and standing. She gratefully took the seat. Then Zexion did something he never in his life thought he would do.

"If your day was so crappy why dont you tell me about it" he said then immediately regretted it. What had made him say something so forward? Maybe it was because of the mysterious something about her that made him comfortable, that something that made him feel like they had something in common. She looked up at him as if he'd just said he was Abraham Lincoln and that his pet horse was on vacation in the milky way. "I'm Zexion" he recovered running an anxious hand through his blue hair.

"Rixton" she said dead panned.

"um I uh you see I was just trying to…" he stammered nervous at the situation that he brought upon himself. "oh I dont know you just seem…this is going to sound weird…like me sort of in the unplaceable kind of way" she nodded, Zexion stood awkwardly in front of her not sure what to do. She stood up leaving her things by the chair she grabbed him by the elbow and dragged him by it to the door and out side into the cold air. Rixton turned around and looked at him seriously. She watched the boy shiver slightly as the wind blew having left his jacket inside. He looked at her slightly confused only then did she really get a good look at him. He was pale, his slate hair covered his right eye but the other was a brilliant purple that she wanted to stare at constantly. He was thin but strong, meaning he probably didn't eat as much as he should and the discoloration under his eye showed that he didn't get as much sleep as he should. He was cute.

"what do you mean like you?" Rixton demanded sternly and he looked surprised.

"um I'm not even sure myself…you just seem to…I dont know radiate something that makes me feel…comfortable as if we have something in common" he stumbled over his words. Zexion hated being social he hated it with a passion and he never wanted to have conversation this long with anyone in his whole life. The girl appeared to be contemplating something.

"I was willing to believe that you threw the balance off of the book store because it was my home and you were new, but now that I think about it I've always been the only one of my kind, maybe you…" she trailed off. "maybe your a nobody as well." She looked up at him.

Zexion stared. A nobody? Like those things in his books? The creatures who were, at one point consumed by the fabled "darkness" and have no heart? Maybe. That would make sense, he supposed, he had woken not knowing his name or his family. Just a small tattoo on his right shoulder blade that read VI.

He had been wearing a dog tag that read "Izeno". It had been his name apparently but it hadn't felt like his name any more so he added an X and changed it to Zexion. And here he stood abandoned. Alone confused and now a nobody?

"do you remember your childhood?" she asked he shook his head numbly "do you remember anything before you changed your name?" Rixton pressed.

"I remember…waking up the tattoo and then…" he trailed off. She looked at him something of compassion in her eyes. She whispered one more thing.

"do you feel?" she asked he stared not sure how to respond though he knew what she meant she wanted to know if he had emotion.

"I dont know…I've never felt, no but I've never been in a situation that required me to feel either I had always assumed I was just an insensitive human…" she stared and took him by the arm again and pulled him back into the store. "hey! Where are we-" he was cut off when she pulled him into a back hall and up a flight of stairs. The store hadn't appeared that large on the out side. She stopped in front of a door and knocked on it loudly.

"Xemnas!" she shouted as she pounded the door "Xemnas open up right now something's happened!" Rixton continued pounding until a tall tan man with long silver hair opened the door with an annoyed expression on his face.

"Rixton if you say something stupid like 'Trent's an elf! He's a freaking elf' I'm soooo going to kill you" the man growled opening sleepy eyes to see Rixton standing there holding a struggling Zexion by the arm. "oh good for you ri-ri you found yourself a man even if he is a little scrawny I'm sure you'll be very happy together-"

"no you idiot!" Rixton cut him off "he's a nobody". The tan man she'd called Xemnas stared down at him shocked then a seriousness entered his face.

"come in" he said and Rixton pulled him in. after they'd entered the room she let go of Zexion and turned to give him an explanation.

"this is Xemnas." She started "he found me shortly after my reincarnation., he took me in and I've lived in this book store sense then." She took a deep breath clearly this was something she didn't like sharing "I'm number XIV, my original name was Torin. It later became Rixton. There are 13 other nobodies in this world and you are one of them." She turned to Xemnas now a commanding tone.

"you knew this would happen eventually didn't you?" she said "that's why there are 14 rooms up here thats why I feel so at home in this book store you made it so that when the nobodies are at their most dire of states they'll end up here without realizing it" she said and the older man nodded turning to Zexion.

"I am number one Xemnas, this is number XIV Rixton the manipulative dreamer, and you are?" he asked.

"um Zexion, number VI? I think? That's what the tattoo says anyway so I guess" Zexion said Xemnas nodded.

"Number VI, Zexion the cloaked schemer, this is your new home you were drawn here because this is where all nobodies will eventually gather. Rixton was the first to come here. The others should arrive here soon as well." Xemnas said using a more commanding tone. "soon, soon." He said. The tall man turned to Rixton. "I put off teaching you about your abilities and weapons until you had some one to learn with so training will begin as soon as possible" he said as he turned and walked farther back into his room. "Zexion will take the room next to yours I suggest you sleep well you have a lot ahead of you" he said and vanished into his room.

Zexion stared a bit dazed at all that had happened in one day.
"come on" Rixton said leaving the room, Zexion followed hastily and was shown his room.

Being a drifter you dont have many constants in your life but you dont have many surprises either. And now…Zexion thought as he stared at the ceiling. Now he had a home.

The blonde musician stared at the sign stating the name and population of the town they had just entered. His headphones blasting music into his ears he stared off into space.

"Demyx. Hey Demyx!" the red headed pyro waved his hand in front of his friends face. The blonde snapped out of his trance an turned to his short blonde and tall red headed companions.

"how'd we end up here anyway Demyx?" the shorter one asked clinging to his jacket as the wind blew. The red head called Axel was trying to run from the cold and was failing miserably and the shorter blonde known as Roxas merely shivered as the wind blew against his skin.

"to be honest I have absolutely no idea of that myself Roxas" Demyx said as he began walking again his friends following not far behind. "but I'm sure that we're bound to find out"

ohhhhhh whats gonna happen I have no clue why I wrote this just momentary inspiration that lasted way longer than just a moment. Ahhh oh well I like it any who.