Hey guys or girls who are reading this, just a heads up: this is another rewrite, this time Kingdom Hearts. I got writers block in the moddle of my other fic, Melodious Destruction, so decided to redo something I did a while ago on my iPod. So, without further adeiu, here's X. P.S. Roxas doesn't exist; XIII is now Xydoc(Cody).

?'s POV

I suddenly felt. It was as though I just existed all of a sudden. Something soft supported my head. Muffled voices could be heard. I opened my eyes and saw a white ceiling. Without fully understanding what I was doing, I sat up. The white walls had darker lines going through them, occasionally carrying a pulse of dim blue light. A closet was on the far end of the room. A wardrobe sat next to it, and a desk with a mirror next to that. I could feel something missing in my chest. I stood and stumbled over to the mirror. Silver hair fell down to my yellow eyes and I lifted it to find a sharp widow's peak. Upon close examination I discovered that my ears came up into a point.

"So, yer up," said a voice that sounded like a fifty-three year old man trying to be a teenager. I turned and saw a man in a black coat. His black hair showed his age throuh a gray streak going down the middle. An eyepatch covered his left eye, though the remaining one resembled mine. "Have ya figured out how to talk yet?" I tried to answer, but only a choke came out. "Damn, I wanted to talk to at least one of you before the others started telling you their bullshit." He pointed to the wardrobe. "Get dressed. I'd rather not get us aquainted while you're butt naked." I looked down and reddened as I saw bare skin stretching from my neck to my feet. I pulled out a pair of pants, a sleeveless shirt, boots, gloves, and a coat that looked like it would extend to my ankles, all of which where black. I quickly put them on. "There ya go. Name's Xigbar, Number II of Organization XIII. The rest'll have to wait for the big numero uno."

A man walked in just then. His silver hair and yellow eyes made him look like an older version of me. "You won't have to wait long, then."

Xigbar sighed and sat in the desk chair. "Kid, this is Xemnas, my boss. The rest of this shit is kinda heavy, sooooo... bye!" A purple and black cloud enveloped him and vanished, leaving the chair empty.

Xemnas turned to me. "I hope that you're a faster learner than the others. I think Clay may have a rock in his head." He laughed slightly, a very heavy and seemingly sarcastic laugh. He noticed my confusion and coughed awkwardly. "Anyway," he continued, "I suppose I must explain how you got here, as well as who you are. You and I, along with the rest of the Organization, are creatures known as Nobodies, people whose hearts have been stolen by our own darkness. Your dying body, along with twelve others, was retreived and revived in order to serve as a replacement should any of your superiors perish. Our mission is to slay the Heartless, the living prisons of our stolen hearts, and use them to create a machine known as Kingdom Hearts to cure every Nobody of our ailment. Unfortunately, only a weapon known as the Keyblade can make these freed hearts capturable. Heartless defeated by any other means will simply be recreated somewhere else."

I attempted to speak again, this time succeeding. "Where are we?"

"Castle Oblivion, the only beacon of light in the Realm of Darkness." He turned to leave. "Around anyone besides Xigbar and myself, you shall call me either Xemnas or Superior, but when in the presence of either or both of us, and only then, you may call me any form of the word 'Father.' I will explain another time, but now I have other matters to attend to. Remain here until Xigbar comes for you." With that he left.

I sat down in the desk chair and thought over everything I had been told. I processed it pretty quickly because of my lack of memories, but the "Father" bit still tripped me up. Some knowledge told me that a father was the man who sired you with a woman, your mother, but hadn't he basically told me that Nobodies where empty shells created after they lose their hearts?

It hadn't even been ten minutes before Xigbar returned. "Come on, time for orientation. Oh, hang on." He pulled a blindfold and winter cap out of his jacket. "Xemnas would rather the others didn't notice how much you look like him. Blindfold's see-through, and make sure that all your hair's covered." Once I followed his instructions, he opened another portal thing and I followed him through.

I appeared in a large room filled with thirteen chairs. Each chair was filled by a person in a black coat. Around me stood twelve other teens. Xemnas began to speak. "To start off, have any of you not been informed of what you are and why you are here?" He waited before continuing. "Well then, this meeting will now be used for naming you and explaining what will transpire while you are here. Zexion, if you would please inform them of their names."

A blue haired youth maybe two or three years older than I vanished into darkness and reappeared before us. "Get into a line," he instructed. Once we had, he went down the line and started reading off names from a journal. "Clay, Nyle, Diana, Bruce, Clark, Sarah, Adam, Levi, Francis, Ian, Hart, Jason," he finally reached me," X."

"X," Xemnas corrected. It sounded as though he said "key." "Now that that is out of the way, we can move on to what you will experience here. It will mostly be training, with a few extra skills added in at some point. Each member of the Organization will teach you a particular aspect of your duties, ranging from battle to traveling. For your 'teachers', Xaldin, Lexeaus, Axel, Saix, Marluxia, and Xydoc will be in charge of teaching you in combat, Larxene, Luxord, Demyx, Zexion, and Vexen will teach you in magic, and Xigbar and I will teach you in mastery over the Darkness."

"Get ready for the hardest stage of your nonexistence," a red haired man laughed.

"Quiet down, Axel," Xemnas ordered. "Today you will go through each of these 'classes' to learn the basics of your duties. You will spend two hours in combat training, then another two in magic, then another in Darkness. I will see you in four hours," he said before vanishing with six others, leaving our six combat teachers.

"Well then," a pink haired man began cheerfully, "I believe that we should start with introfuctions. I am Marluxia." The rest simply stated their names.

"Axel. Got it memorized?"

"Saix."

"Xaldin."

"Lexeaus."

"Xydoc; nice to meet you."

"Now, time for the real fun to begin," Marluxia laughed. "We'll start by teaching you to summon your weapons, like so." He held out his hand and a pink and green scythe appeared. "It really is easy. Just focus on summoning something for battle and it should appear."

We all followed his instructions. Clay: a blue and red axe-sword; Nyle: two black blade-like weapons that turned out to be guns; Diana: eight really sharp gold and silver daggers; Bruce: seven really long spears that he couldn't really hold; Clark: several books that automatically started to float around him; Sarah and Adam failed to summon anything; Levi: a huge sword wider and taller than him; Francis: a deck of cards; Ian: a green scythe with a blue blade; Hart: a purple shield that looked like it could protect against anything; Jason: a blue guitar. I held out my hand, and a sword appeared. The handle had two hand guards in the shape of blue wings with a chain falling from the point of their union; a blue heart with a dark blue demonic eye set in the center hung from it. The blade resembled another wing, this time white, with another blue one pointing back from the end. Two more of the demonic eyes where on this part, on the hilt and where the blade met the wing at the end.

"What is it?" I asked.
Saix came over to inspect it. "A Keyblade. Interesting..." He vanished into darkness.

Axel stepped forward. "Well then, now that that kill-joy is gone, how about testing your new weapons?" He pointed to Xaldin. "Kick his ass!"

"Wait, what?!" We all rushes him too quickly for him to respond. "Axel!"

"Don't steal my ice cream. Got it memorized?"

A while later, the magic "teachers" returned and took over. "Now," Zexion began, "magic is a powerful weapon that you must be fully confident in before using. Now, let me demonstrate." A blue book floated into his right hand and he extended his left in front of him. "Freeze!" A blast of ice shot from his hand and hit the wall. "You can eventually learn to use these spells in inique ways, such as Demyx's water clones. But first, attempt a fire spell." He repeated the previous pose, only with a red book. "Fire!" A fire ball shot at the wall. We copied him, but no one could get it. "I meant try to fire it from your weapons." We tried this and most of us succeeded. "Good. X, Clark, I feel obliged to inform you that your weapons are especially good for magic."

We the rest of the two hours learning more spells, and Zexion verbally wondered why we had to do these classes every day due to the spells being very simple. Finally, Xemnas and Xigbar appeared. "Time for you brats to learn about our source of power," Xigbar sneered. "Darkness."

Xemnas moved his hand in an arc. "Spread out. We will start with Corridors of Darkness." We spaced ourselves. "This is very simple. Focus on a destination, then bend the Darkness to create a shortcut to that place. The travel isn't instintaneus. You will have to walk down a short hallway and out a second door to reach the destination. However, you can immediately put yourself into the Corridor by summoning it where you are standing. This is good for a quick escape since you can close it once you're in. Now, focus on the rooms you awoke in and open a Corridor. Then return with something from there."

I focused on the room and sure enough, the dark portal appeared before me. I stepped inside and walked to a light at the end. I found myself in my room. Quickly, I grabbed a pencil off the desk and returned. Nyle and Diana had already returned. Xemnas appeared to have left. "The rest of the Organization had to drive off some Heartless that tried to attack the castle," Xigbaf explained. "Xemnas should be back in a few." The others returned pretty quickly. "Good job, everyone. You're dismissed early." Nyle, Clay, and Bruce cheered. "If you can get out." He snapped his fingers and glowing purple barriers appeared in the doors. Clark tried using a Corridor, but found the exits in there were blocked, too. I looked around the room and noticed a lanky figure hiding on the ceiling. I fired a Fire at it, instantly destroying it. The barriers vanished. "Good catch, man! Those barriers only vanish if everything hostile to you is destroyed. Just remember that your CDs were only blocked because I pulled a few strings. Usually those'll get you out of anywhere. Dismissed." With that he summoned a Corridor and vanished.

Later that night, Xemnas returned. "I apoligize; the Heartless were more abundant than we expected."

"Don't care. Just hurry up and explain how I'm your son if Nobodies are made from empty shells."

He nodded. "Yes, I technically did not sire you; my original persona, Ansem, sired your's." I nodded. "The Darkness took my heart several years before it took yours."

"So, no one can know?" He shook his head. "You're the boss."

Xemnas sat down on the desk chair. "I know it will be hard to live without emotion, but your memories of the emotions will return. That's how the others simulate them."

I sighed. "I have one more question." I held out my hand, summoning Angelic Ascent(the name I gave my Keyblade). "Why do I have this?"

He seemed startled. "A Keyblade?!"

I cocked my head. "Didn't Saix tell you?" He shook his head. "That bastard just ditched us?!"

Xemnas inhaled. "I don't understand. Keyblades only choose those with strong hearts, but Nobodies have no hearts." He rested his chin on his hand, then extended the other one as though to summon a Keyblade. "Ansem had a Keyblade, so if you have one, why don't I?" He put a hand on the side of his head. "I'm sorry, it's late. Good night, X." He opened a Corridor of Darkness and walked through.

Xemnas's POV

I appeared in my bathroom and immediately started wretching into the toilet. "Lying... it felt horrible. But why? I am the only one truly without emotion. Why do I feel regret?" I wiped my mouth and turned the shower on. But still, why did he have a Keyblade? One day shouldn't be enough time for them to gain hearts. I'll have to speak with Vexen tomorrow.

The next day I immediately went to Vexen's lab to question him. His answer was far from reassuring. "It is possible that their method of creation could have caused them to be born with hearts," he hesitantly explained.

"Any possible reprocutions?"

"Aside from them turning on us, no."

"If you're wrong, you'll spend the rest of your nonexistence as a Dusk."

So, how'd I do? Don't post any suggestions for the next chapter cuz I'm gonna start on it as soon as I upload this. The next chapter will start a month later, when their lessons are over and they're being split into teams for missions.