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Chapter 1
The entirety of the Organisation sat in the round room. Xemnas was meant to be quickly informing them of the fourteenth throne that had been built for Xion, due to her long amount of time in the Organisation.
It was then that a corridor of darkness opened in the round room, and an unfamiliar person entered. He did not yet wear the organisation's robes, instead he wore a black suit, seeming almost medieval in design.
"So. This is the fabled castle that never was? It's not nearly as spectacular as I had imagined." He spoke with a thick English accent, much more cultured than Luxord's. Saix leapt up, drawing his claymore.
"Who are you? How did you get in here?" Saix said, rage in his voice.
"Please, calm yourself. I am just a newly born Nobody. My heart was lost, and so, after a bit of research, I found that this is the place to go." The newcomer seemed remarkably indifferent to Saix's threats.
"You cannot just intrude upon our castle! How did you get in here?" Saix still stood with his claymore drawn. Xemnas looked down, curious.
"I have a certain way of...avoiding detection." The newcomer was being deliberately vague. He was not much older than Roxas, with large, curly blonde hair, and yet he stood, almost mockingly, in the centre of the round room.
Axel laughed, and hopped down from his throne. He patted Saix on the shoulder and then spoke.
"Cool it Saix, the kid's got guts, we could use one like him. Xemnas? What do you think?"
"Axel has a point. Have you been given your name as a Nobody, pup?" Xigbar asked, leaning back in his throne.
"Hm? Is that meant to happen? I was assuming we still used our original names, from before we lost our hearts." Hearing this calmed Xemnas. It had sounded like the newcomer knew far too much about the Organisation, but clearly, he had just asked around and found out the basics.
"Yeah, when you join the Organisation, your old name gets changed for a new one. Boss up there has some reason for it, but you can just think of it as proof of membership." Xigbar said. Saix de-materialised his claymore, and returned to his throne, as did Axel. Xemnas sat up and spoke.
"Well, it is indeed an auspicious day. I have no qualms with a fifteenth member being added to our ranks. Does anyone take issue with this newcomer being taken under our wing?" Nobody said a word. "Good." Xemnas said. "Firstly, you shall be given a new name." Xemnas raised his arm, and golden letters appeared in front of the newcomer. They danced, rearranging themselves as an 'X' fell into the new name. It read 'Dalynx'.
"Hm. Dalynx, Dalynx, Dalynx…it sounds alright, it's passable." Dalynx said, as he was handed the uniform of the Organisation by a Dusk.
"Now go. There is an empty bedroom for you, tonight, rest. Tomorrow I shall have someone assess your abilities and, if necessary, train you." Xemnas commanded Dalynx, and the newest member of Organisation XIII opened a corridor, leaving.
As soon as he was gone, the remaining members instantly began talking.
"Why did you accept him into our numbers? He could be a spy, or an assassin." Saix asked Xemnas, looking stern as usual.
"Simply because he intrigues me, and he is clearly powerful. If loyal, he will greatly assist our cause, Saix." Xemnas replied. Meanwhile, Axel was talking with Roxas and Xion.
"He's a squirt, just like you two." Axel said, laughing. "Heck, I like him, it takes a lot to stand up to Saix like he did. Even some of us would crack under his treatment. That kid is either really dumb, or really brave."
"Still, we don't know anything about him...he seems like he could be nice though..." Roxas said, trailing off.
"There's nothing we can do about it now though, Xemnas already accepted him." Xion added.
"Yeah...that was weird. The boss never makes his decisions that quickly. In fact, if the boss had acted normally, Dalynx would be dead right now." Axel said, confused. The three of them carried on joking and laughing while the other members discussed the now fifteenth member.
"He smells of magic." Zexion said. "He could be a good mage." Lexaeus nodded, agreeing.
Marluxia leaned over to Larxene and started whispering.
"If we can get our hands on him, the extra numbers will be very useful. Also, he managed to break in here unharmed, which means he's probably strong enough to take on a good deal of the other members." The pink haired member grinned.
"Yeah, but what if he says no? The same idea works backwards, what if he's strong enough to take us?" Larxene pointed out the obvious, much to Marluxia's disdain.
"He won't be. He's still young, and new, if worst comes to worst, I can kill him with ease." Marluxia sounded dead serious as he said that.
Dalynx eventually found his room, an empty bedroom at the end of a corridor. He opened the door, and saw the grey walls, floor, bed and...well, everything.
"Well, somebody has a thing against colour now don't they? I'll have to get the place jazzed up at some point, but as for now, grey will do." Dalynx changed into the Organisation robes, and turned around in front of a tall mirror. "Not too shabby, I think I like it." The sleeves were tight, as was most of the coat until the waist, where it came out like a skirt. The trousers were comfortable, and the boots, despite their appearance, were easy to move in. Dalynx put up the hood, and held out his arm. Blackness started coalescing in his hand, forming into a long, thin shape. The darkness then slipped off, revealing a silver rapier, the handle and guard resembling the insignia of the Organisation. Dalynx quickly slashed and thrust the rapier at the air, testing how the robes were for combat. "Light enough as well. I can't imagine they will affect my spell casting, so I needn't bother there. So, now I guess I just have a bit of a nap." Dalynx released his grip on the rapier, and as it hit the floor, it scattered into shadowy particles. Dalynx got changed into some sleepwear that had been put in his wardrobe by the Dusks. He lay down in bed, and closed his eyes. Dalynx slept untroubled that night. It was to be a rare occurrence.