This kinda just hit me in biology...hard...please read and review

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Xehanort stared at his hands in grief. Nothing had gone as expected, nothing had worked. Now his home was in ruins. Why... WHY did this have to happen to him?!? his father was always so careful, how could he have lost control? Any self control the ten year old had, snapped and the boy began to sob, burying his face into his arms, he cried for what seemed like hours. A mans deep voice roused him, and he spun around, to see a man with shoulder length blond hair, and a kind smile.

"What?" the shivering boy asked. When had it gotten so cold?

"I said if you stay out in the rain, your going to catch a cold" the man said gently.

Xehanort starred at the had offered to him.

"Come now, lets get you warm, then we can talk" the man said, again, gently, but with a little firmness, almost as of that of a parent.

Before Xehanort could decided anything, the exhaustion and emotional turmoil of the day caught up with him, and he fell forward, losing consciousness.

The man sighed good-naturedly and scooped the boy up, pulling his cloak around the two of them, fending off the rain as he walked away from the ashes that had been this boys past.

Saix walked down the white halls, reading the paper while drinking a cup of coffee, as was his normal routine. Hearing some noise he looked up and saw Demyx darting around a corner, Larxene following. Shrugging it off, I mean honestly he didn't care about either of them. Turning around the same corner, he saw the two of them crouched on either side of Axel's door, giggling madly. Returning back to his paper, he walked down to the end of the hall. Who cared, Axel had it coming, considering he was the main prankster it the group, he almost hoped that Demyx and Larxene...

Saix froze in mid step as that thought came to a stop.

Demyx and Larxene...Demyx and Larxene...Demyx and Larxene...Demyx and Larxene...does not compute...

Saix spun on his heel to see Larxene light something with a small spark of lighting, followed by more giggling and a muffled explosion from the other side of the door. Moments later, both of them leaped back as the door slammed open to reveal a green and severely pissed Axel.

"DEMYX!!!" he yelled as he leaped at the lanky blond.

Laughing like mad, the two blonds took off running, unfortunately, strait at Saix. At the last minute, the split and dove around him, still manging to cackle evilly at the already enraged fire elemental. Larxene, giving new meaning to the saying "adding fuel to the proverbial fire", shot a thin bolt of lightning at Axel, NOT helping his temper. He began to throw fire balls at the two, conveniently not seeing Saix standing in the way.

They didn't hit, luckily for Axel, hitting Saix with anything could be potentially bad for your health. Years of training kicked in, Saix dropped his coffee and paper and leaped above the whirling fire. Axel took off after Demyx and Larxene, still not noticing the berserker's presence. Normally, Saix would be tackling the fire user, but...he had a strange feel-no, not feeling, more like a notion,-that it was...familiar, like it was always...supposed to be. It was a strange fee-notion, not feeling, after all,they couldn't feel, right?

Saix shook his head, deciding that it wasn't worth worrying over, and collected his paper and coffee. It was almost nine, and Vexen had mentioned something about his needing Saix's help with an experiment. But even as he hurried down the hallway, he couldn't shake the notion that there was something he was missing.

Xehanort sat straight up, not knowing where he was. There was a blanket covering him, and he had been lying on an old couch. He looked around at his surroundings. It was a small, but cozy room, a cheery fire crackling in a small fireplace. A few pictures decorated the walls and a large chair placed in front of the fire, obviously meant for a comfy nights reading. A voice piped up, bringing his attention to the doorway.

"Oh, your awake."

A teen, looking about sixteen or seventeen, was standing in the doorway. He had long brown hair, pulled back at the base of his neck. He wore plain, but clean clothes that showed that they had been well worn.

He walked up to the side of the cough that he had been laying on and sat down with a smile.

"You really gave Master Ansem a scare, little dude" he sounded almost like one of those idiot surfers that haunted the beach. Instead of mentioning that he asked,

"Who?"

"Oh, right, sorry dude, forgot, you don't know names yet. Master Ansem was the guy who brought you here, do you remember that?"

Then he remembered, the explosion, his mothers screams, the fire, then just the cold, icy rain. The memories rushed back, and tears burned his eyes.

"Little dude? You gunna be OK?"

The teen seemed truly worried. Xehanort turned his head away, trying to hold back tears. He just couldn't cry in front of a stranger.

A warm hand was placed on his shoulder.

"Ya know, sometimes everyone just needs a good cry, even an old guy like Master Ansem." That did it. Xehanort burst into tears, sobbing into his hands. The teen put an arm around his shoulder, giving small comfort. Xehanort turned and pressed his face to the teens shirt, grateful for the small comfort he gave.

The teen chuckled awkwardly, "My names Braig, just so ya know little dude."

Wellfirst chap up, let me know if I should continue.

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