CM (Chibi Misheru):Hey everyone, this story kinda just popped into my head and I just wanted to try it out. If it's ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE, then tell me, but please, no flames. Flames will be used to burn vampires. Don't flame me just so you can read about more burning vampires. I hope I didn't make Zexi really OOC, but I don't think I did, because he isn't really emo, like some people think.

Zexion: This is Chibi Misheru's first fanfiction, so please ignore some of the minor faults. She doesn't own Kingdom Hearts. If she did, Sora would slowly be driven insane while I said horrible, dark things to him and she hugged me.

CM: Yes, you should all listen to Zexi, even though I have nothing against Sora (besides the fact that he took down the organization) I've just always wanted to mess with him. On with the show!

Zexion: Ahem, this is not a "show".

CM: Fine, on with the... story.

Zexion was standing in the library of the Castle That Never Was, running his index finger over the spines of the old books as he tried to find something he hadn't read yet. His periwinkle hair and black organization cloak stood out against the white walls, bookshelves, and his pale, stoical, face. The air was cold and stale and he could smell the faint scent of ink on pages.

His eyes looked to his right as a portal of dark tentacles, that seemed to be lighter than air, opened up to reveal Vexen. The older nobody's long, blond hair and black organization cloak swayed as he stepped out of the portal. "Xemnas demands an audience with you. It's about a new mission."

"Hello to you too, Vexen" Vexen just sneered and made his exit through another dark portal. Zexion simply opened his own portal and stepped into it. Once inside, he felt the sensation of wind rushing pasted him as he was rushed to the end of a dark tunnel by an invisible force.. When he stepped out, he arrived in a small white office. Behind the large white desk sat the tanned, silver haired leader of Organization XIII, the organization for people without hearts. "Good afternoon. Superior."

"Good afternoon, Zexion, I take it that you're here to be debriefed about your new mission?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Recently, we made the discovery of a new world. We tried to open a portal to this new world, but, for some mysterious reason, we failed. In an effort to see what it was like, we sent six dusks there to run a reconnaissance mission. We have not heard from them since."

"So, you want me to take a gummi ship to this planet and look around."

"Correct. Now, you'll find the ship in the garage. Be sure to bring a weapon; who knows what you'll find." As Zexion teleported to the garage, he began to wonder what this new world was like. Why couldn't they just teleport there? What had happened to the dusks? Where the inhabitants fierce? All these questions, and more, filled the Schemer's brain as he sat down in the gummi ship.

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The ride through space was dull and quiet. Not that he minded. It gave him more time to think up questions about the new world. The only interesting thing that happened was that, while distracted by his thoughts, he nearly crashed into a meteor. "Damn it," Zexion thought, "stay focused!"

Well, there was one other thing... the gummi ship malfunctioned and crashed when they neared the targeted world. Lights flashed while Zexion tried to keep his cool and pull the ship up. He failed miserably. The ship plummeted to the ground, spinning out of control as it went. If you had been standing on the ground near by when it crashed, you would have been able to hear the sickening sound of metal twisting and being torn apart.

When the wreck had settled, Zexion lay there a moment, letting his mind clear. After a few seconds, he got up and pushed the twisted metal out of his way and crawled out. He had a scratch on his face and a deep cut in his side. "Great, now I've got to find a doctor." In the mean time, he fond some medical gauze in a first aid kit in what remained in the ship. Looking around, he saw that in small field, surrounded by a thick forest of pine trees. To his right was a small dirt road that read, "Sleeping Pines". The sun was about to set. The air was hot and humid, almost suffocating. "Well, might as well find a place to stay before dark."

Getting up, Zexion brushed the class from his cloak and began to walk. Sand was kicked about a foot off the ground with every step he took. By the looks of it, it was going to rain. "Good thing I'm wearing boots," he thought to himself, smirking at his attempt at humor.

By the time he reached the small town, it had started raining. He was dead tired and just wanted to take a bath and sleep. Taking in the view of the town, he could see that wasn't going to happen. All of the buildings he could see had there windows boarded up. He decided to keep looking around. Maybe he would find a place to sleep.