The blonde scratched his head, huffing and sighing with impatience as his foot tapped the ground incessantly as he stood in the corner of the lavishly decorated room. A man with his back turned hunched a little craning his neck over to look at the blonde, who kept fumbling with his long bangs in front of his face.

"MYDE!" The man whispered, rather angrily, through clenched teeth. The blonde looked up at gulped.

"Can't you see we're having a conversation! Get out if you're going to be all fidgety like that!"

"B-But Sir! It's just…I'm so nervous!" the man glared back him. The long blonde haired man, sitting behind the desk, chuckled a little, his red eyes gleaming over with laughter. Myde really didn't like the mans eyes. They were, after all, red. But he was the Lord of this magnificent castle, and he was, more than anything Myde would ever be. So he stopped his scrutinizing and sighed.

"OUT! Now! I don't care what you do for the rest of the time! Just be back by the caravan by dark! Understood!" he winced a little at the underlying meaning of his "captains" words. He nodded his head lowered as he turned back to the oak door and its golden doorknob.

"And DON'T BREAK ANYTHING!" He spun around.

"I told you that was accident! I didn't mean to do that!"

"Yeah well it'll come out of your pay next time!"

"FINE!"

"GOOD!"

"Nice meeting you, Ansem the Wise, sir." He bowed his face flushed with embarrassment, and anger, as he stormed out the door, his intricately designed robe clinking as the metal trinkets from it collided together as he stormed off down the hall.

The man turned back to Ansem, sighing as he ran a hand through his red hair.

"Teenagers…so temperamental sometimes." Ansem nodded smirking a bit.

"Is he new? I haven't seen him with you before, for the other times you came here." The man who's name was Bard, nodded.

"Yes. We found him on the road, not long after we left…from here actually. It was right after our first performance. I'm pretty sure he was going here to find a job. Poor lad. He was soaked through, and through, and shivering like a wet dog. So we took him in. He's quite good." Ansem's eyebrow rose as he folded his hands underneath his chin, in an interlocking position.

"Oh? What instrument?"

"Sitar. Not so common anymore. Quite interesting, really. Thought maybe he could make us more money with a…lets call it, exotic instrument. Got no brains, unfortunately. But he's quite the comedian. Always look to Myde if you're having a bad time." Bard chuckled as Ansem leaned back in his upholstered chair.

"Interesting…" I believe I know one person who this boy could meet. Lets see if happens.

"AHHH! Where am I!" The blonde wailed, grabbing his hair in a panic as his eyes darted up and down the hallway. He stomped his foot.

"You'd think that with all this money, they could make the hallways…DIFFERENT LOOKING!" He yelled to no one, since no one was around. He huffed as he continued down the hallway. He stopped walking and turned to a door that was ajar a little.

"Oooh I wonder what's in here…" he smirked rubbing his hands together. He reached for the knob and he quietly pulled it open.

It didn't look like much. Kinda plain. He sighed and sat down on an unused bed. It was quite comfy really. He bounced up and down a little, in a somewhat childish manner. He giggled a little before getting up, the bed creaked, and it sent a shiver down his spine. Myde wasn't into the whole…ghost, creepy, supernatural thing.

A groan also sent him backing up into a bookshelf, knocking some rather delicate miniature statues to the floor.

"Oops." He gulped looking down at the things that were now in pieces on the floor.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!" Myde screeched and covered his head.

"PLEASE DON'T HURT ME, I DON'T TASTE VERY GOOD MR. GHOST!" He wailed, whimpering as he curled up in the corner. A man a little bit older than him sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes and yawning. His red eyes trailed over to the teenager whimpering in the corner of his room. His arms crossed over his chest, as his pearly white hair fell neatly out behind him.

"Ghost…what are you blabbering about, boy?" Myde blinked, and turned around, to see a very angry, irritated, quite different looking, man. He opened his mouth to reply. How the heck didn't he notice this guy was sleeping in the bed he was just sitting on!

"Who are you!" the man asked again. His voice trying not to sound angry but Myde knew he was. Really was.

"AH…ah…I'M! A musician!" he blurted out, covering his face with his hand. The man snorted.

"Music. So frivolous and pointless. No scientific meaning at all." Myde furrowed his brows.

"Now that's just plain rude! Music is good for a lot of things! And why are you sleeping so late into the day! It's like…two o clock!" the man blinked.

"Excuse me, but you're in my room, and my castle. And you broke a few of my things." He grumbled back at the boy, where'd he get the nerve to reprimand him…he sounded like Even when he mixed the wrong ingredients together in an experiment…which was quite scary, and annoying at the same time.

"OH! OH NO! Please! Don't tell anyone! I-I didn't mean to break them! Honest!" Myde replied looking wide eyed at the floor again. The man shrugged.

"I don't really care. This place isn't my home anyway…" the man replied dourly. Myde raised an eyebrow at this statement.

"But…if this isn't your home, why are you here?"

"I should be asking you the same thing. Why are you here?"

"I'm a musician. I'm playing in the concert tomorrow."

"And do you have any tangible proof? Can you truly be a musician? Where's your instrument? You could be a robber, or assassin for all I know."

"I don't really like blood."

"I was saying it hypothetically…"

"Oh. Well I do have an instrument! It's kinda odd looking, though!"

"Really, now?"

"Yep! It's called a sitar!"

"Never heard of it. Another reason not to believe you." Myde hung his head.

"Yeah. Well I never said you had to believe me." The other man looked up.

"Fine. I won't. But you never told me your name, musician."

"It's Myde. And what's your name?" he asked rather cheerfully. In truth, he was having a ton of fun right now. This guy was so bland like a piece of paper it hurt. Myde snorted, and the other man looked at him, eyes narrowing. He smiled back, waving a little.

"My name is Xehanort. I'm one of Ansem the Wises apprentices." Myde's eyes widened.

"WOW! That's so cool!" Xehanort backed away, seeing as how the boy was about a few inches from his face now.

"What's it like working with the big man, huh, huh! Fun probably!" he cleared his throat and smoothed his hair back.

"Hello good citizens of Radiant Garden! I am your King! Ansem the Wise! Have some ice cream!" Xehanort blinked, a slight smile stretching across his lips. Myde laughed. He wiped a tear from his eye. Noticing the man's expression go back to it's cold, stone like composure.

"Oh come on. That was totally funny! Why does he like ice cream so much, anyway?" the blonde asked, taping his index finger against his chin, in a contemplating motion.

"No. It wasn't…that was a very poorly done rendition of Ansem the Wise's character…I suggest you give up your career as an actor. You're not very good at it." Myde blinked, gulping a little.

Okay…tough crowd, I guess?

"And I don't really know, or care, why Ansem likes ice cream." Myde huffed putting his hands on his hips.

"Do you care about anything?" Xehanort blinked back at him, his eyes flashing.

"Why should you care, Myde. It's none of your business."

"Yeah, but. For someone who lives in a gianormus castle run by one of the best Kings out there, you sure seem pretty down." Xehanort turned away, his hands gripping the blankets covering him.

"Like I said…it's none of your business." The man replied icily. Myde was getting somewhere, then. He smirked inwardly.

"Then whose business is it?"

"MINE! And MINE alone! Now shut up and drop it!" Xehanort barked back his red eyes piercing into the blonde haired boys bright blue ones. Myde gulped. He turned to the window letting out a sigh as he placed his hand on the clear glass.

"I wish my parents could see this place." He said absentmindedly. He looked back at the white haired man, who was still sitting in bed, his head turned.

"What happened to them?" Xehanort asked. Myde sighed.

"Oh. You know. They went out and did something stupid…I had a fight with them before they left." He sighed again, blinking as he looked out at the bustling town surrounding the castle. "I guess I deserved that one…"

"No one deserves to be alone, Myde. Even if it was over one stupid argument…"

"How about you?"

"I don't remember." Xehanort replied quickly.

"What do you mean? You don't remember?"

"It's as exactly what it sounds like. I don't remember. Either of them." Xehanort hissed. Myde walked over to him, looking at him curiously. Xehanort blinked and looked away.

"You can't remember…at all? Xehanort. What else can't you remember?"

"I CAN'T REMEMBER ANYTHING! Alright! I don't know who I am! Or where I'm from! I…I don't even know my own name! Ansem the Wise gave me this name when he found me!" The man hit his balled fist against his head, growling in agitation.

"Why can't I remember anything about myself? I…I just want to know." Myde looked down at him with a sad expression.

"I'm sure it's just a slight case of amnesia. Your memory is bound to come back."

"How do you know? You're just a wandering musician with not a care in the world! How do you know anything!" Myde bit his lip and turned away, his glistening blue outfit casting a rainbow on the floor.

"Sorry. I was just trying to make you feel better, is all." Xehanort sighed.

"No. I should be apologizing." He laughed a little, "It's just…every single day since I've been here. I felt, like I don't belong. I really don't belong. This isn't my home. I know it sounds funny, but I just don't feel attached to this place. I-I don't belong here. I never will. People stare at me, whenever I walk down the streets because of my oddly colored hair. I wish I could tell them why, why I look like this, but I don't even know that! I know more about the people I work with than myself." He laughed again a stray tear falling down his cheek.

"Quite ironic…don't you think?" Xehanort said before going quiet. The room suddenly filled with an air of sadness, and emptiness as Myde looked back at the man with the white hair. He couldn't be more than a few years older than he, and yet, he was so sad, at such a young age! It made Myde pity the man.

"THAT'S IT!" He said aloud pounding a balled fist into the palm of his hand. Xehanort jumped a little and turned to the boy, a look of perplexity on his face.

"What's it?"

"I can't stand to see someone so sad who's so young! You're going to have to cheer up…right now!" Myde said. Smiling a little. Xehanort looked back down at his cupped hands, not saying anything.

"Aw! Come on! I know what'll cheer you up!"

"Let me guess…"

"YEP! Music!"

"…I didn't say anything, Myde."

"Oh…well…you would've gotten it anyway!" the blonde said laughing and rubbing the back of his head.

"I don't have my instrument on me though…so you'll just have to come to my performance tomorrow! But! In the mean time…cheer up a little, okay?" Myde asked, his eyes getting all watery as Xehanort glanced at him side longingly.

"Come on…I know you can do it!" Myde replied, smiling a tooth grin.

"You look positively idiotic with that expression." Myde hung his head, again.

"That's harsh Xehanort."

"I was just stating a fact. And how is music supposed to make me feel "better"?"

"Music makes everyone feel better!" the blonde replied, happily.

"It's not a proven fact, though."

"OH! You and your facts! Music doesn't need facts, Xehanort! It just needs people to listen to it, and emotions to feel it! And I think you still have both of those! At least the hearing part…or. Maybe you can read lips, like really, really well! I knew someone like that you know." Xehnort snorted, a smiling stretching across his face and he laughed out loud. Myde's eyes sparkled as he heard the man's first true genuine laugh since they had started this conversation. Myde gasped. CONVERSATION! He turned to the window. It's almost nighttime!

"OH MAAAN! I'm gonna be in so much trouble if I don't get back in time!" Xehanort looked at the boy as he paced around his room holding his hair is a rather anxious action.

"I don't know how to get out of this castle though! Xehanort! A little help with the directions?" Myde asked smiling again.

"You're positively hopeless, Myde. And I know this by just talking to you for a few hours…"

"At least I'm happy."

"Oh. Do shut up about that. Or I really won't go tomorrow."

"You're going to actually GO!" Xehanort shrugged.

"I might as well. This castle has been getting rather boring, lately." Myde smiled.

"Heehee. I knew you weren't as bland and boring as you looked." The blonde slapped his hands over his mouth as Xehanort whirled around from his position at his desk and glared.

"Oh? Is that what you thought me as?"

"N-n-n-n-NO! Of course not! I-I was just saying…you know. Haha. Bland is good too." He rubbed the back of his head and looked down as Xehanort shoved a piece of parchment into his hands.

"Just follow those and you'll get out in no time." Myde looked hesitantly at them.

"A-Are they correct? Because I made that bland comment while you writing them down…I don't know what you're capable of, you know?" Xehanort snorted and shoved the boy out his bedroom door.

"Goodnight Myde. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Ah…uh…RIGHT! Stay happy till then, will you?" Myde said smiling as Xehanort narrowed his eyes. "Good night." He slammed the door in the blonde's face and turned back to his empty, quiet, room. He sighed.

He never had a conversation like that before. It irked him, really. The fact that a goofball like that musician just randomly came into his room, waking him from his peaceful dream. One which he hadn't had since he awoke here. Yes. His dreams were horrible. They were nothing but brief snippets of what he believed to be his past, no. He knew they were from his past. He gripped his head. And slammed his fists onto his desk. None of them made sense! Why! Why couldn't he grasp something so simple! He grasped everything else! Hell! He was a scientist of the highest caliber. Besides Even, who dedicated his whole heart and soul to the subject. So why couldn't he figure out a simple equation like his past! It was a god damn mental block and is infuriated him to no end. The fact that he had confided in that boy something he never confided in anyone else, well, at least not as readily as any of the others he worked with. But why did he do it! There was no justifiable reason behind it! He was extremely angered right now.

"Stay happy my ass…" he growled as a knock came from his door. He whirled around.

"Who the hell is it!" He yelled.

"Humph! I'm sorry. Maybe I'll just barge in next time and yell about how Ansem wants to speak with you." Xehanort sighed.

"Sorry. Ienzo. Tell him I'll be right there, will you?"

"I'm not your messenger boy, Xehanort. You have legs, don't you? You can go talk to him yourself. Oh. And dinner is ready." He grumbled running a hand through his hair at the young boy's comments.

Well he had something he was either dreading or looking forward to tomorrow. He tried to smile into his reflection in the mirror. He grimaced.

"Foolish. I look like a damn fool, Myde!" He yelled at the mirror, stomping off as he stormed down the hallway to the eating area. He smiled though as he entered the room. Eleaus and Braig looked up. Dilan cocked his head to one side, noting a subtle change in the rather dreary man's complexion.

"My. This is rather intriguing. I should note this in my book don't you agree Ienzo? Xehanort smiling for once. Oh how the world is going to end." A man with long blonde haired replied. Braig snickered.

"Make you comments, Even. But I assure you. I have made a new friend today!" Xehanort stated smugly. Everyone blinked.

"A friend, Xehanort?"

"You went out of the castle?" Braig asked mouth agape.

"No. His name was Myde. And he is a frivolous air headed sitar playing musician. And he is my friend. Therefore when you all meet him tomorrow, you best be on your best behavior. He seems a tad bit, emotional I should say." Ienzo crossed his arms as the clinking of plates, cups, and forks was going on all about them.

"This is a rather interesting development I'd say."

"There's no science involved in this, Ienzo. Just the heart, I believe." Dilan replied.

"Rather ironic wouldn't you say, Xehanort?"

He shrugged smiling.

"Destiny is destiny I suppose. Naked to the eye but there all the same. Like music."

"Ha! The boy's corrupted you already!" Even said laughing.

"I rather think of it as giving me a new outlook on life. Yes. A new outlook." He sat silently with the rest and began to eat his meal, in the giant castle of Radiant Garden.