Wow, this looks to be my first fanfic ... huh, I didn't think I could write ... anyway, not much to say about this other than it's the only idea I got that actually worked out (writing is hard!) I apologize in advance for any OOC or bad writing that doesn't make sense, and as a warning there will be slight Yaoi in later chapters, mostly Zemyx.

Though aside from that, thanks for taking the time to read this. Enjoy!

Note: Since I had nothing to do, and it was bugging me slightly, I thought I'd make a few edits. It's not really noticable, but I wanted to see if I could structure the sentences a little better. Run-on sentences are a terrible habit ...

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts ... if I did then Zexion would have the same amount of spotlight as Axel.

It All Started …

Chapter One

Everything was hazy and his head throbbed as he returned to consciousness. Zexion cracked open a blue eye and groaned. He lifted a small hand to his aching forehead, but paused when he felt the coarse material wrapped across it. He snapped to attention. Why was there a bandage wrapped around his head?

Zexion turned his head to the left, but found it to be a mistake as a sharp pain lanced through his skull. Gritting his teeth and screwing his eyes shut he waited for the throbbing to subside. Slowly he opened his eyes again, brushing some locks of slate gray hair out of his left to clear his vision.

Zexion was lying on a bed in a small room, which he noticed quite quickly was not his own. If that was the case then what was he doing here?

What had happened for that matter?

The Cloaked Schemer realized that he couldn't remember anything that might be relevant as to how he had ended up where he was. Had he been able to feel anything Zexion would probably have felt annoyed, or maybe even angry?

Because he was a Nobody he had nothing, including a heart.

Zexion gave sigh and forced himself to sit up, in spite of the fact that it felt as if his head was going to split open. Leaning forward he rested his elbows on his knees and rubbed his temples through the bandage. The pain subsided again but not completely like it might have done if he'd been lying down.

Zexion ran a hand through his hair ruffling it lightly. Then he dropped his hands into his lap and stopped with a start. He realized for the first time that they were bare. Much like the rest of his upper body. There were no familiar black sleeves or gloves that made up Organization XIII 's uniform covering his arms or chest at all, and Zexion was certain that he'd been dressed before waking in his current situation. What was he doing last ... oh that's right he'd been walking to The Laboratory intending to pass a book onto Vexen, he'd opened the door and then, nothing ...

Zexion's sorehead was making it difficult for him to comprehend things, though he managed to gather a few key details together. He was sitting on a bed, in a room that wasn't his, without any sort of shirt on.

Just because he's a Nobody doesn't mean that Zexion can't panic.

Though when the Schemer realized he was still wearing pants he calmed slightly, until he saw that they were something else that didn't belong to him. How and why did he know this? Well to put it simply they were a bit too long for his little legs, (him being a rather short Nobody in comparison to everyone else) and they were apparently made out of a silky material. Zexion owned no garment of the sort he was sure.

Number VI tried to remain calm, and ended up taking another look around The Room That Wasn't His. He then noticed there were some features and items he'd missed. Standing in one corner of the room was a rather large stack of CD's and a stereo. Music themed posters featuring either guitars or sitars dotted the wall's room here and there.

Zexion didn't need to use his amazing sense of smell to know whose room this was.

The peaceful yet eerie silence of Castle Oblivion was broken by one word.

"DEMYYYYYYYYYYYX!!!!!"

Yeah that went well ... I hope.

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