Summary: What if everything had been a bad dream? The Heartless were never created and the Nobodies never existed. What if one apprentice woke up from that dream, only to relive every moment of it again? He would try to stop it of course.
Warning: This story is an Alternate Universe from the original Kingdom Hearts world(s). There may be slight Out of Character-ness and some parts of the original Kingdom Hearts plot-line may be changed. If you do not like fanfictions like this, please click the back button. Also SPOILER WARNING FOR BIRTH BY SLEEP!!
Dislcaimer: I, KradsLover, do not own Kingdom Hearts.

"Axel! What are you saying to him!?" Zexion's shouts were in vain as they touched Axel's ears. He had his own agenda and no threats or begging would change his course of direction.

"Y'know..." Axel said, putting a hand on his hip. "He's a good place to start as any."

Zexion's look of terror turned to one of anger. "You can't do this!" his words were cut short as the Replica grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off the ground. He gasped and choked, struggling against the strong grip. He let out a scream as he felt his soul, the one thing he had left in this world, and his power being drained from his body.

Soon he went silent as his body faded, the Replica absorbed him and his powers. There were no traces of the illusionist.

"So sorry, Zexion.." Axel said softly. His face held no sign of remorse. In fact he looked pleased with this outcome.

"You just found out way to much."

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In a dark room inside the Radiant Garden castle a small figure shot up with a scream. Cerulean eyes were wide and the boy's body was shaking in fear. The boy lifted a hand up and put it on his chest, listening and feeling for his heart beat.

"It's still there..." he whispered softly. He closed his eyes and sighed, his nightmare replaying in his mind. What a horrible dream. Some strange creatures called Heartless had destroyed him and his "family", but they had survived. They had become soemthing worse than the Heartless, Nobodies. Cold, cruel beings that had no emotions or regard for the lives of others. Both things reminded him of the Unversed.

The worse part of the dream was that he, or that "Nobody" Zexion, had been destroyed. Not by an enemy but by someone who seemed to be considered a friend. That man seemed so familiar. Those bright green eyes that bore into your soul...

He opened his eyes again when he heard the door open.

"Ienzo?" came a deep voice. "Are you alright?"

Ienzo nodded, putting his hand down. "I'm fine, Master Ansem." he said, looking up at his adoptive father.

Ansem's orange eyes clouded over a little. He missed it when the young boy would openly call him 'father' or even just Ansem. Now it seemed like they were too emotionally detached from each other. His little boy was now nothing more than apprentice. "... If you're sure." he said with a sigh. "Try to get some rest. We have a big day tomorrow."

Ienzo tilted his head, forgetting about the nightmare for a moment. ".. Sir?"

Ansem nodded. "Yes. Xehanort has been developing a few theories for our research and he wants to go over them with us tomorrow." They were all so close to unlocking the secrets of the heart and in return to getting to the key to Xehanort's memories.

Ienzo swallowed. This was how the dream started.

Author's Notes: I know it's short but this has been in my head for a little bit. Figured I'd get started on it. Don't worry I'm still working on Betrayal. In fact chapter 6 is underway! 8D

Please review and let me know if I should continue this or not.