Summary:What happens when the Organization finds that there are THIRTEEN more key blade wielders? rated M for later chapters. (*note* I am currently re-writing this story so please bear with me, mkay? If anyone has noticed, I began this story, what... a few years ago? Yeah. Its been neglected and left to die a few times. I almost never update it. HOWEVER! I felt like this fic had some potential to it and have decided that I might as well continue it. Enjoy reading it and please send me feedback as to how it's going. Cheers! )

*P.S. No beta, so excuse the errors ;)

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Summary: Organization Thirteen has once again failed another attempt at destroying Sora and his friends. But they have something else in mind with the new plan. After having found an old book inside an abandoned library on The World of Monochrome, which had long since been thought to have been destroyed by an unknown ancient battle, said that there was not one, but fourteen key blade wielders. Now, armed with this knowledge, the Organization has set out to find the missing thirteen key blade wielders, corrupt them, and turn them against Sora and the others. Or will they?

A Desperate Attempt at Nothingness

Two black cloaked men walked down a cracked pavement walkway. It may have once been beautiful, stunning even. Now it was reduced to brittle walkways and decaying buildings. One building, however, was still standing. It still stood, trying to retain its former glory though the windows were broken and many of its walls were falling. This was the building that the men were walking towards. This was the Library of Monochrome.

As the men reached the threshold of what used to be the entrance to the library, one of man, a much shorter and skinnier man than the first, which was rather tall and willowy, held up his hand as a motion to stop. "Axel, maybe you should stay outside. You don't do well with books. The last time you set foot in a library, you torched half the place to the ground. I hope that you understand that if you can't control yourself here, I'll have to put an end you your stupidity. Permanently." He said.

The one called Axel gave an indignant snort and crossed his arms over his chest. "It wasn't even my fault! Demyx was acting like an idiot again and threw a book at my head. I had to defend myself. Besides you were the one that asked me to come with you Zexion. It's not like you needed my help with you being a friggin book worm and all." Axel said with a smirk as he jumped on a pile of ruble that stood in front of the former doors, and took off before Zexion could stop him.

Axel's P.O.V.

"Zexion was such a pain. Little bastard could never get his head out of his book except to do the missions that Xenmas assigned him. Even still, he carried around that weird book with him. Lexicon my ass. I bet it is filled with some sort of odd things, like Yaoi or 99 Ways to Be Emo." Axel muttered to himself as he scanned the rows of books in their shelves that now stood in different stages of decay. 'Maybe he wouldn't notice if I torched one of these shelves. They are falling apart anyway.' He chuckled at the thought of Zexion's face when he saw all of the burning books.

Stepping lightly from a broken table, he began to summon his chakrams when he heard a swishing. Not a swishing, but more like something dragging on the ground. Turning around, axel listened for this sound again, trying to pinpoint its location. Suddenly, the swishing got closer and something bumped into his leg. Axel gave a high pitched scream and jumped. Looking down, he saw something hairy… and pink.

"Awww! How cute!" Axel cooed. The thing was small, perhaps a foot and a half, and a wide, thin mouth and was covered in thick pink fur. Axel stretch out his hand to stroke it, mesmerized by how innocent it looked when he heard Zexion cry out "Axel, don't touch it!"

Zexion's P.O.V.

Zexion walked around a hall filled with old books that seemed covered in dust gathered from ages past. "All I need is to find this book…" He said to himself. Scanning the rows of books, Zexion dragged his fingers against their spines. All seemed ancient, their leather bound covers cracked and dried to the point where they seemed ready to fall apart with one wrong flip of a page. Zexion continued his way down the hall, gaze never leaving the multitudes of shelves as his eyes cataloged and sorted through the hundreds of books that passed his gaze.

'A…B…C…F? Where is D?" He sighed in frustration. Even in worlds gone dead, books never seemed to stay sorted. "Maybe it's somewhere else" He muttered. Looking around the room, he spotted a large pile of books that had been piled haphazardly in the middle of a large wooden table. Walking towards them, he began to rummage through the pile. "Synthesis for Idiots…Magical Moogles….Destruction Through the Ages…" Zexion Growled in frustration. None of these were the book he was looking for! Then a dull grey cover caught his eye.

"Hello my lovely! This is it!" Zexion practically squealed with glee as he clutched the grey tomb to his chest, intending to make his way back to Axel. Suddenly he stopped and stood still, book in hand. A strange, almost lulling scent wafted past his sensitive nose. It was faintly familiar but he couldn't remember from where he'd caught the scent before. A swishing noise that wouldn't have been heard by an average suddenly disturbed the previous silence that had remained unbroken throughout their search.

Out of the corner of his eye Zexion saw a fuzzy pink thing glide onto the table where he once was searching. Zexion eyed it wearily unsure of how to react. The thing gave a low growl and lunged at him.

Its thin mouth opened wider and wider until it was as wide as his head. Rows of jagged, knife like teeth protruded from it, and a stench of decaying flesh came from it. Beads of sweat formed along his back as Zexion looked for a way to defend himself against the creature. He now knew what it was but the shock of seeing one alive in this day and age…

Noting a large plank of wood, Zexion grabbed it and swung just as the thing attempted to bite his head. With a resounding 'Flump', it hit the opposite wall and slid to the floor, where it ceased to move. Not taking any chances that there were any more of those things, Zexion ran out of the hall in search of Axel. Running past several broken down doors and into another hallway, he shifted his burden to hold it with his left hand. Cocking his head to the side, he sniffed the air as he searched for Axel's scent of smoke and spices.

Nothing. No trace of a scent except for that of those… things. Their scent was growing stronger by the minute indicating that they were increasing in number.

Then suddenly it was a there! Faint though it was, the scent of burnt wood and spices drifted past his nose from the left that lead a dilapidated sunroom. Running and tucking the book inside his cloak, Zexion bolted into the room. Inside, he saw Axel who was leaning over pile of debris. Who was about to hand the thing its next meal, meaning, his hand.

Zexion cried out, "Axel, don't touch it!"