They say that we have a new recruit that's a bit… different. Well, we're all a bit different, aren't we? We have sociopathic, satanic, disoriented, queer, brainsick, OCD, and ADD. 'Different' doesn't mean a whole lot. "He's just a child," said superior. 'An innocent, naïve, little fawn.' Is what I thought. 'Can't be that bad compared to the rest of us'. Little did I know that the kid was every bit of different.

Demyx was at my doorway, his cloak ripped in some places, a bruise starting to form on his left eye. He looked like shit. I led him into my dank apartment room and pulled out a chair for him to sit on.

"Did you piss off Larxene again?" I laughed. He frowned and hugged his knees to his chest, shaking his head vigorously.

"It's the new kid, I swear! I just… I just wanted to see what he was like, so I thought I'd say hello…"

He buried his face in his legs. He looked pretty pathetic.

"And then those eyes… Those eyes!!"

He went into a fit of shivering. I shook it off thinking he made up the whole gimmick just for the sake of drama, though it was pretty creepy. But I hadn't even seen the kid, so I couldn't sympathize with him.

I helped him up and out to the door

"Just don't think about it. I'm sure the kid was just nervous!" I chuckled to myself

"I don't think throwing sewing needles is nervousness!" He shrieked down the hall.

I stood there in the doorframe, wondering what kind of person this new recruit was. Demyx's reaction was actually pretty comical (the whole bit with the shivering and knee-hugging). I wanted to see the kid for myself.

I stared at the child through the laboratory window. He was a small fellow, probably two-thirds my height. He was huddled on a wooden chair, staring blankly at the wall in front of him, his blonde hair askew.

"He's been like that since we brought him here" Zexion said, "I suppose he's still recovering from the trauma of losing his heart."

I hesitated leaning closer.

"Don't worry, the glass is tinted" Zexion said dully (he probably has to say that to everyone)

"Has he ever spoken?" I inquired.

"No, not once. We've tried to put him through rehabilitation. He would have none of it. I'm sure you've seen a few of us running around with bruises and such of the like." He nodded towards the kid "courtesy of the child."

I shuddered.

"So we've kept him in detainment, in hopes that this is the best way to get him up on his feet. But he has some strange habits."

"Like what?"

Zexion paused for a moment.

"Would you like to meet him?"

My heart dropped when I heard this. One part of me wanted to see what was up with this Kid, another told me to stay away. Well, curiosity got the best of me.

"What hell, I'll meet the kid."

"Indeed." Zexion punched a few numbers on the keypad lock and motioned for me to go through the door.

I walked slowly into the small room. I held my breath, waiting for the kid to jump up and attack me. He didn't thankfully. I advanced forward more calmly. I suddenly felt something crunch underneath my foot. I looked at the ground and found that it was scattered with thumbtacks and other sharp objects. I started to get scared again. 'What the hell is this?' I thought. Suddenly the kid turned to me, his blue eyes piercing my body right through. The kid's stare made cold sweat come down the back of my neck. It seemed like we were staring at each other for about an hour, when I finally decided that I would dare speak.

"I'm… Axel." I said. I paused, hoping he wouldn't kill me.

"Who are you?"

The boy blinked as if to register the question. He bent down and picked up one of the thumbtacks on the floor, examining it between his fingers. Then he looked at me murderously.

"Roxas." He whispered.

And then I ran like hell.