"Get in the car seat!" Eleven shouted.
"No." I defiantly replied. I could not fathom the events currently taking place, but I will explain. My name, well the name I was given, is Zexion. I am 4'9, grey eyes, and cobalt blue hair to complement. I can recall any memory of my Somebody and Nobody life. I also have a better sense of smell than our Lunar Diviner.
I am being forced to sit in a car seat because I am currently in the form, of a toddler. All because of a fluke courtesy of a drunken gambling Britt, and a sharp-shooting pirate. I will never forget that dreaded day that dragged me in a world full of trouble.
"Hey Zexion, where do you think that Heartless is? I want to do a couple of trick shots with its skull." Two said with a chuckle.
"We're near it, I can smell a musky odor." I replied. It was closer than I thought, as it suddenly rushed out at us. It's shape reminded me of a beach ball with spiked arms, and it wielded two double sided staffs, one baring the moon, and the other the sun.
"Well then," Ten said as he drew out his fifty three count, card pack. "let us taste fate's final dish."
"Ten!" I shouted. "We mustn't harm it. We're here to find it then report it back-" It hissed at us, green drool dripping from it's ugly maw. "I think we should be running." I suggested, but Two's actions spoke otherwise. He drew out his sharp-shooters, and started firing. I groaned at their lack of discipline, and sat away from the fight, opening my Lexicon to wait it out. My instincts told me to help them, but we were not ordered to fight it, and I was not going to have any part in it.
Funny, I never knew that a shot of Two's bolt, Ten's time, and a flash of energy would simultaneously hit me at that distance. All I saw was a big flash of light, then everything went dark.
I was unconscious for two days exactly when I finally woke up in the infirmary. But something was wrong with the room… it was huge. My head was spinning as I looked around the room, then spotted my old friend, Four.
"Ah, my friend, good to see you." he greeted me in his cold manner.
I tried to prop myself up on the unusually large pillow, when I saw my hands… they were small… and so were my feet. Every feature of my body, hidden and uncovered by the hospital gown, was child like in size. I started to panic.
"Wh-what happened to me?" I shouted in a babyish voice. I shut my mouth, and my hands flew over it when I heard my new voice. I started to panic more, then Four came over to me, and spoke to me in a calm tone.
"You were hit by a lot of time and space magic. And the combination of the hit reverted your body to a small child, maybe smaller." he pondered. "Ten had to carry you here."
"So you're telling me, that I got caught in the cross-fire of Two and Ten's attack, which turned me into a child?"
"That's correct Six. I-"
Suddenly, Nine showed up.
"I'm here to see Zexion." a concerned Melodious Nocturne said.
Nine was a little dense at times, but a good friend, he even helped me get my memory back. But he did not realize it was me.
"Nine, I am right here you insolent whelp." Don't judge me, I can be nice to him, but well… not is not the time for formalities.
"Oh! It's a little Zexion. He's so cute!" he exclaimed.
I did not know whether to kill him, or grow red in embarrassment, and for a Nobody to feel embarrassed is not a common thing. I tried to get out of the hospital bed and… let's just say it was a long way down. I hit the ground at the same time a certain electrical nymph showed up.
"I came to see that emo brat-" She paused as she looked down at me, and I looked up at her.
.
"Hello Twelve."
Before I could get another word out, that psycho chick started to laugh. Of all the Nobodies, she was by far the cruelest. For some reason, I really wanted to cry, and began to shed a few tears, then, came the water works. I rarely cried, and when I do, it's in my room, curled up with my Moogle plush toy. I am a Nobody after all, so we had no need to cry, for we had no emotions.
She was cruel at first, but then, the oddest thing happened. She picked me up, and placed me back on the bed. It shocked not only me, but Four, Nine, and Two; he has a tendency to "pop" up out of nowhere when you least expect it.
"I don't know what's more surprising kiddo. You being so tiny, or Larxene's motherly side, maybe both."
"Shut up you rusty pirate!" Twelve shouted as she drew out one of her knives.
I could not handle this mess anymore, and fainted. When I woke up, I was back in my room, and Eleven was beside me.