A figure with spiky red hair sat on the top of the station tower, staring at the sun set. He didn't really care about the meeting that was going to happen in a few minutes. They were getting a new member. So what? It's not like the new member would change anything. He sighed then stood up. He stretched. "Well, I should get something to eat," he said to himself. Darkness swirled around him, engulfing him. The darkness disappeared, as well as the man.

He found himself in the kitchen. He walked to the fridge and opened it. "Hmm… Nothing," he said with a sigh as he closed it. He looked in the freezer. There were many sea-salt ice-creams in there. "Why does Xemnas get so much ice-cream? Nobody eats it," he said, closing the freezer door. He began to walk around the castle, his hands behind his head.

Deciding he was bored, he walked through a corridor of darkness, finding himself at the beach. "Why's this town so boring?" he asked with a yawn. He sat down in the sand, watching as the waves rolled. It was pretty hot outside, but he didn't care. He had to wear his black cloak every day, unless it was casual Friday or he wasn't on a mission or out in town. He hated it. Along with the black cloak, he had to wear black pants, boots, and gloves. Of course, he didn't have to wear a shirt underneath his cloak. He sighed in boredom then fell back into the sand. He watched as the clouds lazily drifted above.

He closed his emerald eyes, trying to remember what it was like to be a Somebody. He opened them again, knowing he might as well forget what it was like to be whole. In his opinion, he couldn't become whole again. Even if he did, he wouldn't be himself anymore. He would be somebody else. Somebody with a heart. Most likely he would forget everything that happened in the group he was in, the Organization XIII.

He watched the clouds drift by. "Such a boring day…" he muttered. He sat up, looking at the sun set. It was almost down all the way. He turned around. The sky was dark in the horizon, a few stars glittering. The meeting would've been done by now. He stood up, brushing the sand off of him. He didn't feel like going back to the Organization just yet. He needed some time alone, something he couldn't have done earlier. Darkness swirled around him once more and now he stood on top of the station tower. He noticed something in the corner of his eye and looked down.

Sitting practically right next to him was a small boy, around the age of fifteen. He had blonde hair, swept to the side. His blue eyes stared out across the town to the sunset. He didn't seem to notice that the other was near him. He seemed to be lost in thought. Maybe this was the new member they got?

The redhead frowned slightly. He had hoped to be alone, but that seemed impossible. "Hey, kid," he spoke out, his voice loud enough for the blonde to hear. No reply. He grabbed the boy's shoulder and at the same time, said, "Hey, kid!"

The boy jumped and looked up at the redhead. He stood up, making the hand fall off his shoulder. He started to back away. He glanced around nervously. "I'm… sorry… I didn't notice that… this is your spot," he said.

The redhead was surprised at the blonde's voice. It seemed so kind, gentle, and yet it had an edge to it. He didn't like the boy at all. No! He was a Nobody. He can't feel anything. He shook his head. "Just get the hell out of here," he demanded.

The boy accidently stepped too far back, his heel stepping off the edge. His eyes widened as he felt himself falling backwards, towards the ground. His other foot was lifted into the air as he continued to fall backward. He reached out his hand, trying to grab onto something. Anything! Nothing was there to grab.

The redhead shot forward, something he hadn't expected to do. He jumped off the edge and wrapped his arms around the boy. He opened a corridor of darkness and the two fell through. They soon found themselves on the ground, both of them unharmed. The redhead stood up, dusting himself off. He watched as the blonde stood and did the same.

The blonde looked up at the redhead and smiled. "Thanks," he said. The boy's voice just made Axel cringe. He didn't like this boy at all.

"I just didn't want you to die before I got to you," Axel replied, crossing his arms. He wanted to set something on fire. Why did the Organization have to pick up a kid off the streets? Rather, a boy that looked like he couldn't protect anything or even fight, for that matter. "I didn't quite catch your name," he managed to say, an irritated tone in his voice.

The boy's smile faded to a small one. "I'm Roxas," he replied, his blue eyes looking into the redhead's emerald ones.

The redhead didn't smile. "Right. Roxas. Stay away from me. That up there is my spot. Don't go there again or I'll kill you," he told the boy.

Roxas looked at the ground then returned to the redhead. "And you are…?" he finally asked.

"The name's Axel," he replied. He pointed at his head. "Got it memorized?"

Roxas smiled. "Yeah. I got it memorized."