A long time ago, perhaps maybe a week, I told myself to write a certain story. Of course, this certain thought came from the distorting combination of going to school at 7:00 in the morning and listening to very strange music on the iPod.

I never knew what I was getting into. -_-

To the inhabitants of the dark streets of the World that Never Was, rain had become an enigma and a mystery. It often poured down in torrents when there were clouds in the sky, but sometimes it drizzled when the stars were bright and shining. Weather was rather unpredictable here, and most of the Lowers believed it had something to do with the white, foreboding castle above. However, today the moon was full and the stars glistening like never before, and the worst storm in years had come along. The eerie lights of the black buildings remained on, though they flickered ominously. The flash and crack of lighting sent a Dusk skittering into a narrow alleyway. No one should have been out in weather like this.

Yet there was someone. Well, that someone wasn't just strolling about, nor was he lying down under the cover of dark concrete alcoves and balconies. He appeared to be unconscious, and was lying face down in the middle of a street. Even stranger, his body was shielded by what appeared to be the tattered remains of a black leather coat, under which was an inconspicuous black shirt and what seemed to look like jeans, but much darker. One of the few remaining Dusks that were fleeing from the flood spotted the figure out of the corner of its vision (It could not be said as to whether they had eyes or not; that was a mystery left unsolved). It moved towards the curiosity with an inhuman gait, its legs stretching forward while the body stretched back, only to fling itself back into a normal-ish posture momentarily before taking another few steps. However, the poor and somewhat dim-witted servant creature did not expect to discover something truly astonishing.

The figure, upon closer inspection, had the lightest tan across his skin, and his hair was a slate-gray, with long bangs reaching down the right side of his face, the ends of which were a purple or indigo color. Instantly the Lower panicked. This wasn't just some random human-form (Or Higher, for short) Nobody that had been dropped off here by the raging tides of fate. This figure was familiar to the Dusk.

It was Zexion.

Instantly the creature recoiled, and backed away from the body. While Dusks weren't exactly smart, they still had intelligence and conscience, and hordes of questions and thoughts were rushing through its brain like an angry mob. He had died exactly 100 days ago! Well, give or take a couple of weeks; the announcement that he was dead was made at that time. Had they lied? No, they couldn't have. They couldn't be wrong either; the Organization was always right, at least in the mind of this Dusk. Yet if he was dead, then why did he come back to life? Was it magic? Was it merely a cruel prank?

The influx of so many thoughts almost pained the poor thing, so it merely shut them out and concentrated on what seemed like the most important goal: To show his discovery to one of the thirteen…or eight. Or was it nine now that—No, it was too confusing! A Dusk is surprisingly strong for its elastic and thin build, so it was able to drag the body with ease. It was sure that dragging wasn't healthy, but its luggage was much too large to actually lift. The boots, black and pointed, still remained on his feet, which was a help to the Dusk, since it was much easier to grasp onto a hard boot than a sock or bare foot.

After a while of dragging along the body through heavy rain and mazes of streets, of which it knew every way and what they led to, the Dusk finally arrived at the entrance to the castle. There was no door or bridge connecting the sudden drop-off to the fortress, however, and a huge, luminescent chasm would be a final confirmation to a normal person that it was impossible to enter here. However, Nobodies are different. The Dusk turned its head from side to side before placing the legs of its cargo down. It then slinked forward until it seemed that it was only a hair's-length from the pit below, and it looked up at the castle. In a moment it disappeared, leaving the body behind.

In contrast with the dark, urban metropolis below, the inside of the castle was white. Just pure, stark, bright white that filled the whole place with a sterile but uncomfortable feeling. The symbol of the Nobody, the silhouette of a heart pierced from the bottom by a dagger, was everywhere; on the floors, or the walls, or even the ceiling. Despite the overall creepiness of this place, the Dusk felt at home here, and slinked about the halls with a more casual air. It hoped that it had teleported near the lounge, where the members not sent off on missions would be hanging about and talking business. Sure enough, the servant's prediction was not off.

It did not enter the lounge right away, but rather pinned its body against the wall, and poked its head around the corner. The only one that seemed to be present at the moment was Saix. Being second-in-command, he almost never went on missions himself unless it was of upmost importance. Most of the time he would just look out the large windows and at the giant, heart-shaped moon in the sky, Kingdom Hearts. It was very important, being the very device that would give all of their hearts back, and all of their emotions as well. The man turned around, feeling as if something was watching him. He was correct, for he saw a white shape retreat around the corner. The Dusk attempted to slither away, but was grabbed firmly by the back of the head and pulled up with a great amount of force.

"What are you doing here, Dusk?" It did not see his face, but it could assume that he was as expressionless as ever. His voice was bland and without emotion, though it seemed as if he had placed almost spiteful emphasis on the word 'Dusk'. He dropped the creature, letting it fall limply on the floor before gathering itself up again.

While the creature did not actually speak, a sort of mental connection was made. It communicated that there was something outside, and while it could not be specific, it did seem a little frantic. Saix gave it a suspicious glance, but what it wanted was clear. He raised his hand and opened his palm, forming a dark, billowing door of shadows before them. He pushed the Dusk into the darkness, but followed close behind. The corridor closed and the lounge was left empty, with only Kingdom Hearts there to cast its light.

Nothing had changed in the place that the Dusk left the body. Except for the fact that instead of lying on the street face-down he was now up against a wall. The figure was curled into himself, as if trying to retreat from everything around him. He was conscious, but at the same time he was still detached, for he appeared to be mumbling to himself. Not just the usual insane things such as talking to oneself or singing, but he was simply saying words. Well, at first he would say a word, but it would soon turn into a chain of synonyms, which would then lead to another word, which would then continue the neverending string of vocabulary.

Of course, Saix did not expect this at all when he came out of the corridor with the Dusk, and once he stepped out he eyed the figure at first with disdain and repulsion. However, that repulsion soon turned into curiosity as he noticed how familiar the figure seemed, and the curiosity soon turned into shock. This was Zexion all right. He was back from the dead, lying right on the doorsteps to the castle, and so far looked, for lack of better words, raving mad. But how? Axel had killed him back at Castle Oblivion; and when he gave the report he seemed very sure of it. It would be impossible that he hadn't succeeded, so then how could Zexion be brought back…? Saix leaned down and lifted up the young man's bangs, which had decided to spread over all of his face, only to find frightened turquoise eyes staring back at him. "Zexion? How did you get out of there alive?"

The reply that followed started it all.

"Who are you?"

So...what did you think? Review, or else I'll just leave this alone forever...

Don't worry rabid fans, Zexion won't stay all insane forever. And he might not be the only one that returned...