You are in the world that never was.
You never did anything.
You never got anything

Because...

You are a nobody.

You amount to nothing
You are a mistake
A mistake that we must fix.

You have no heart, really.

That's what must change.
Why we're here-
In our world that never was.

We must find hearts.

We must change destiny
We must have a purpose.

We no longer wish to just be...
Nobodies.

Mixteras and Juxiel had heard this every day. They sat in desks, like normal students. They had teachers like normal students. They had a mascot, a cafeteria, a school building-like any normal school. But this was no normal school.

The main difference was, that no one was human. They were all accidents of Ansem "the great"s research-all copies of his real assistants. They were, in a sense clones, but they had no heart. They were nobodies.

The other main difference was, that they were taught how to fight-how to work to regain their hearts. That was everyone's goal. And everyone would fight whomever they needed to, if they could get a heart in return.

But still, to Mixteras and Juxiel, this was school. This was a normal day, with "Superior" (aka principal) Xemnas beginning the day on the broadband.

"I, as your superior" he began, as he always loved to, to the dismay of all of the other organization members, "Have decided that although there have been many heartless attacks outside of the school, that it will NOT be cancelled." Mixteras let out a moan. "In fact, I (your SUPERIOR) have decided that this is a wonderful opportunity to test your (INFERIOR) skills, and strengthen Kingdom Hearts!" "Professor" Saix looked out of the window at the Kingdom Hearts moon envisioning a unicorn.

Everyone moaned along with Mixteras. Though everyone was supposed to delight in the growth of Kingdom Hearts, the collection of hearts from heartless, since it gave hope for gaining a heart one day, it meant that they were the ones who had to beat whatever it was that had the hearts. Xemnas liked to give them the dirty work. Along with bad test grades.

"What do you think it is?" Juxiel asked timidly. She had platinum blonde hair, hanging in ringlets all across her well shaped head. She always had a cute, innocent look about her, which was rather ironic, since she was training to be part of the Organization.

"As long as its shadow heartless, its no problem," Mixteras said smoothly. She was the complete opposite of her friend, Juxiel. She was fearless, or at least she claimed, and let her character boldy stick out. She had seafoam coloured hair, that hung in a curled ponytail behind her head. She wore all black, hoping that she looked like she already belonged to the Organization. That had always been her dream-to be part of the Organization. That's why she was here-at the University that never was.

Just then, they heard a loud thump against the west side of the castle, shaking the classroom. Everyone in the class turned their heads, then looked at their teacher, Saix. He was holding a few test tubes in his hand, but the sudden jolt made him drop one. It began to disintigrate the floor. Juxiel looked at the growing whole in the floor nervously, her large eyes wandering up to Saix.

Of all of the Organization members, Saix was Juxiel's utmost favourite. She admired him more than anyone else in the world of nobodies. It was because, long ago, he had found the most precious thing to her-her card.

Before Juxiel was a nobody, her family treated her as their dearest treasure. But when she became a nobody, her family was scared of her; her own mother screaming that she was now some sort of "monster". What had she done that made her a monster? She wasn't any different as a nobody, at least, that's what she thought. Alone now, she held tight to a worn card her parents had once sent her-"We love you, Juxiel! Have a great week at camp!" Short, but it reminded her, that at least at one point in time, her family loved her.

But one day, when she found the University that Never Was, two Third Years came up to her, saw her card, and stole it, tossing it between themselves for pure entertainment. Nearly in tears, Juxiel cried "Give it back!" That was when Saix mearly passed by, hit the two boys, and returned the card to Juxiel after looking at it for a moment, with unmoved curiousity. Juxiel looked up with great admiration-feeling forever in debt as she was given her card back. Though Saix simply continued on in his way, Juxiel felt that she had to do something-constantly apologizing to him, and following him to find some way to repay him for his kindness...

Saix's face was unmoved, even though the floor was falling away, swallowing up desks, and the whole castle was moving due to a large amount of heartless. "Outside, now," he said as though it were a mere fire drill. Everyone obeyed, running out of the classroom.

All of the classes were doing this, so the hallways quickly filled up. Students pushed and pulled to get outside, and see the heartless. The first years (such as Juxiel and Mixteras) had never seen a real heartless; all they had done was stab plush shadow heartless, in therapy with Larxene or in P.E., which made everyone eager and curious. Axel, who monitored the halls and attendance (nice job, Axel ) quickly got trampled before he could pull out his fiery ringlets of doom. The west wing door began to incline into the building. A couple girls shrieked "KYAA!". That's when Xemnas' voice once again came onto the broadband system.

"Students and other INFERIORS-do not be alarmed by this attack. It was completely and utterly predicted by me-YOUR SUPERIOR! It is mearly some shadow and other low ranking INFERIOR heartless." and the system turned off. Vexen strode swiftly to the door, his long blond hair following his every step. Behind him was Lexaeus, muscular and broad. Soon, the original organization was at the front of the door, prepared for it to burst open with heartless at any second.

"Ready?" Xigbar shouted over the din. A few students still trembled (including Juxiel), while others (such as Mixteras) relished at the thought of a chance to proove themselves. For Mixteras, to prove herself to Larxene.

Mixteras envied Larxene more than any star or idol. Larxene was the only woman in the original Organization XIII-strong and independent. That's how Mixteras wanted to be. Her mind suddenly wandered off to dreams of strength and independence until she heard the wood splinter.

The students all prepared, grabbing whatever weapon they had been assigned in Xigbar's defence classes in First Year. They had been commanded from day one to never leave their weapons behind. Who knew when a mob of heartless would appear?

Mixteras grabbed for her short samurai swords, tied around her back, when she felt that the sheathes were missing. Her heart raced. Everyone else was ready. Only she was defenceless. Juxiel even had a look of anticipation, ready to face this. Acting on instinct, Mixteras ran as fast as she could through the mass of dumbfounded students, to her last class, in hopes that she could find her swords.

She skillfully weaved through the people, but the Organization saw her, and thought it was an act of cowardice. "First Year," they all muttered under their breath.

"Almost there!" she muttered to herself as she saw Saix's classroom up ahead. But just then, she bumped into someone. At least it wasn't a brick wall. She looked up, and saw the PINK!!! hair from under the Organization hood and could instantly tell that it was Marluxia (!oO!)

"Marluxia-uh-sir?" she asked, a little confused. "Aren't you supposed to be with the others in the front?"

"Yes, well," he began, his trademark rose rolling between his fingers, "I shouldn't have to explain that BECAUSE I"M MAGICAL!! Besides, why are you not with the other students?"

"Hehe-" Mixteras began, a little ashamed, "I-left my swords in Proffesor Saix's. But his class is right there, so I was going to just grab-" and with that, she ran off to her destination. Marluxia shrugged and walked over to the scene on the west wing door.

"Yes!" Mixteras saw the swords on Proffesor Saix's desk, from when he said, "I don't care what that idiot Xigbar said-I won't have First Years with swords in my lab." in a rather plain tone. She remembered considering challenging that, but was quickly reminded of her proffesor's berserk attack, and reluctantly handed over the swords. But now, she quickly grabbed them up, and raced right back out of the classroom.

As she entered the hall, she almost wished that she hadn't. The heartless must have burst through as she had grabbed her swords, because now, the stone hallway walls were covered in shadow heartless as soldier heartless ran carelessly for escape. A few dusk heartless, gracefully sliding across the hallway, swept between the students, but besides that, it was a mass of lower ranked heartless.

It was pure pandimonium. Slashes of the misheld weapons of First Years, to the gentle swishes of the Fifth Year's blades. The students, for the most part, seemed to be greatly enjoying themselves; it was their chance to actually do something-to shine! Mixteras looked out into the fight, looking to see if she could find Juxiel and her blonde curls amongst the red nocturns and blue rhapsodies.

There! Mixteras saw her, timidly facing a yellow opera. She ran through the crowds of students, looking for her friend. Grabbing a sword in one hand, she slashed through the flying yellow ball before Juxiel even noticed.

"There you are!" She said in a very relieved voice. "I was looking all over for you!"

"No time to talk-there's millions of these thing, and I'm expecting that /they/ aren't gonna help us," She turned and pointed at the original organization members, who mearly watched as their pupils fought with all of their heart. That was the one thing about this school that angered Mixteras. The students were the ones who did the dirty work for the Organization. You had to build your way up.

"Right!" Juxiel had a new fire in her eyes. The two fought for what felt like hours, until the preset lunch bell rang. Hungry students murmured in complaint as they saw the continuous flow of heartless that lay before them. But after a while, they slowly began to diminish. Heartless disappeared, and hearts began to fill the air. Hunger could motivate.

A crackle over the announcements made everyone drop their weapons. The last few heartless scurried away, out of the splintered remains of the door, hoping for an easy retreat. It was too bad that Larxene was waiting for them.

"Inferiors-adequite work. Not as well done as I your superior would have done it, but adequite. From what the Organization has observed, you all receive more or less of passing grades. Go eat lunch. NOW."