Chapter 1 – Imprisoned.

Vexen was a beautiful man, with flowing blonde hair and two emerald green eyes that bored into the paper on his desk with not much interest. His long, gloved fingers were making patterns on the smooth surface of his coffee cup as he checked the piece in front of him over and over again.

"No…" he moaned, watching the paper in front of him as if it was some kind of a snake that is about to sink its venomous fangs into him.

"It can't be..." he muttered, a finger running over the O, the B, the L, I, V, I, O, and N.

Everyone could hear the scream coming out of number Four's room.

Storming down the hallway, Vexen was thinking about what he could have done to get jailed away in Oblivion, the godforsaken castle that they talked about in every meeting.

Collecting more hearts for Xemnas, with the plan that number Eleven brought up. Hey, let's lure Sora into a castle and make him an organization's pet! Number four thought as he rolled his eyes, and stopped as he heard footsteps. Quickly, he rushed down the stairs, looking for anyone who might be coming. He saw Zexion again.

"Hey, Zexion!" he yelled, rushing down the steps, "Where's Xemnas?"

"Where Xemnas usually is." The shorter nobody answered in a monotone, his one showing eye closed. The scientist sighed, swinging his arms back.

"Surely, you aren't going to go to him to get you away from your new home?" Zexion asked suddenly, crossing his arms over his chest. Vexen gave an unsatisfied growl, "That will not be my home."

"He's calling every one for a meeting, you know. The Oblivion members."

"Why would he?" IV asked him, rolling his eyes. "Six to Oblivion, we know all that. I don't understand, though... Why would he send me to work under someone like Marluxia?"

"Because," Zexion said with a smirk, "You have failed too many experiments for Xemnas's liking."

And after receiving a venomous glare, the schemer turned to an other staircase, "Come on now, IV. We have a meeting to attend."

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The day was going surprisingly well for Marluxia. He checked over the list of the nobodies accompanying him to his new job, a place for him to finally take an other step to becoming a king, a lord, and the Superior. He walked down to Xemnas's room at a normal pace, his back straight, and his head up.

He let out a soft sigh as he read over the Elders' names. Those are going to be hard to work with, he knew for sure. Larxene was easy. It was her accompanying him in the first place, to help him achieve the dream that he had a month after he joined this organization.

And the nobody he wanted to be underneath his rule for sure, somehow ended up on the list of elders that he was carrying with him.

With a satisfied smirk, Marluxia appeared in his chair, his legs crossed.

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Vexen and Zexion arrived at the same time, the elder one with a slouched back, annoyed, and confused. He looked at the sheet of paper again.

Could a few experiments really turn him into this, a pawn for Marluxia's little castle, working for the almost-last ranking member of his organization?

Has Xemnas gone insane?

Apparently, he has. Because right now, he was talking to Marluxia as if the man was about to accomplish some mission that was never accomplished before.

Which, it was true…

Still, number four huffed.

But it was not as bas as when he found out he was supposed to be in the basement, with Lexaeus and Zexion…. Just for backup.

Long story short, after five hours of endless arguing, Xemnas and the neophytes won, smiling down at him in triumph. As annoyed as he could be, Vexen retreated to his room to collect his supplies, throwing everything he needed angrily on his bed.

This was going to be a long mission, and number four knew it.