I...I couldn't resist. It's been such a horridly long time since I've even thought about darling Zexion. And how I miss writing about him. It's sorta like my one-shot...umm...Invisible Heart? But anyways, this just focus on the dear Cloaked Schemers ending ordeal. I couldn't begin to imagine what that must have been like. Not that they can "feel". But still. So, enjoy this little drabble. I know it's sad and slightly depressing...but, do you expect it to be happy and cheerful when he's fading? No. So enjoy.

Back to the Wall

Staring at the white wall, which appears dark from no light source, I can feel my doom nearing. Now that both Vexen and Lexaeus have been eliminated...I'm the only one of the Basement Members left. I know for a fact that Axel is eliminating traitors.

Does he think that I'm a traitor? Why would he? I'm one of the founding members...I'm not that special. I can't exactly fight nor defend as well as the others. All I have are my illusions. So why would anyone think that I'm a threat?

Now that I've made a stupid move and went to face Riku, I'm weaker than I already was. I ran away like the coward I am. I wouldn't let Riku finish me. Then again, I'm useless to the Organization, or so I believe. That must be why we were sent here, to force those that are rebelling and useless, to fade away back into nothingness.

I don't want to fade. I want my heart. I was stupid, despite my intelligence. I shouldn't have given my heart up. Xehanort's words had swayed me. He did seem to have a way with them, he could lure just about anyone over to his side...and I fell right in line. Now...I'm going to die...again.

A Dark Corridor appears before me and I throw my back up against the wall. I feel my eyes widen as they fall upon lunar hair and aquamarine eyes. But then I look further to see Axel step from the darkness. He runs a hand through his flaming red mane of spikes. Those sharp emerald eyes, sitting above a violet upside down teardrop each, digging into me. His eyes hold unrelenting duty to those above him, the one he trusts, Saix. But, as his eyes briefly lock with mine, I see the faintest glimmer of complete and utter regret.

The words he speaks falters in my ears. For some reason, I can't quite comprehend them. Yet, as I see the Riku Replica take a single step forward, I realize what I should have, only a second too late.

Fingers curl into my jacket as he lifts me upward, just so my feet can't touch the ground. I feel my power beginning to leave me and I hear Axel as he explains why this has to happen.

But it doesn't have to happen. I could have kept silent. I would've...if not only so I could live just a little bit longer. I just want...to go back and fix my wrongs...make it where I didn't follow Xehanort's...Xemnas'...lead.

Slumping to the ground, my arm hits the ground first, my cheek landing on it. Not that the pain would've done anything at this point. My slate hair lies on my cheek, just as it always does, hiding me from that Replica's glare. I watch as Axel turns on his heel and begins walking back through the Dark Corridor, with Riku Replica in tow. Glancing over his shoulder only once, Axel disappears.

All feeling slowly begins to leave me and I know this is the end. The end to what I helped start. I blink the water from my navy eyes, but they come anyway, the tears drip off my cheek as I slowly fade away...

Such is the fate...of a Nobody.