Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts is owned by Disney and Square Enix, I will not post this on every chapter cause I assume that this will cover it for the entire story

A/N: Thanks to SenseiAlicia for being my beta, she is awesome. I also want it known that Demyx does act a bit out of character in this fic. I like him to be bubbily and very naïve, although I do love his bipolar personality in the games too.

He felt himself plunge into icy waters. At first his body felt numb, as numb as a nonexistent body could be. Within minutes shivers raced up from his toes, to his spine, and continued its path towards his cheeks. He was naked, there was no extra warmth his thin body could cling onto. The first thought that sprung into his head was his need for air. He attempted to push his body upwards, however, he noticed he had little control over his limbs. The cold water affected the movements of his new body. He would have tried to hold his breath, however, he had no breath to start. Within moments he was sinking deeper into the ocean waters, hands reaching up toward where he thought he would be able to grasp the air. His eyes grew heavy and water slowly seeped its way into his body. When his eyes closed he felt the water around him shift. The waters movement felt unnatural, as though someone was able to part the ocean surrounding him. He was falling into unconsciousness when something brushed across his arms.

He was quickly pulled against a flat surface that felt smooth against his bare skin. His body reacted to the warmth of this object. He pressed himself closer to the warmth. Before he had a chance to recoil himself, two longer objects pinned his body.

"Hey hey little dude, already gettin' close to me huh?" Xigbar smirked. He glanced down at the boy he was holding. "Looks like we need to get ya out of here." A black portal opened in front of them. Xigbar swam into the portal, the boy he was holding had already lost consciousness.

Xigbar swayed out of the portal, clumsily holding a teenage boy who was slightly shorter than himself. He entered into a large white hallway in front of a over sized large white door. The walls, floors, and ceiling were white. There was no furniture or decorations inside the hallway, only the transparent stairs that led up to the superior's tower provided relief from the pure white surroundings. Xigbar shifted the body onto his right arm, holding the boy just under his rib cage. After a melodious knock on the door did he stride into the room.

"Number Two." Xemnas said in a rich monotone voice. He glanced towards Saix, who was sitting on the edge of his desk, before continuing. "I assume you have retrieved out newest member." His eyes traveled down Xigbar's wet body until they reached the slumped figure on his arm.

"Yeah superior. He was in Atlantica. Funny thing about Atlantica...if you don't use magic, your gonna drown." Xigbar barked. "The little dude was unconscious when I arrived." He shifted the boy in his arms before he continued. "Whacha want done with 'em?"

Xemnas cringed slightly when Xigbar spoke, his grammar and voice was enough to make anyone want to plug their ears. He composed himself before he replied. "Take the boy to Vexen. Tell him that Demyx is our newest member." He waved his hand, gesturing for Xigbar to leave.

"See ya later Superior!" Xigbar yelled as he closed the door. He took the boy in both arms, the weight became uncomfortable being held in one arm, and opened a portal to Vexen's Laboratory.

Vexen walked slowly towards the edge of a white counter on the far right hand side of the lab. He tenderly picked up a vial of light red liquid when an unexpected Xigbar dropped from the ceiling. Due to the sudden surprised Vexen dropped the vial on the floor next to his feet. The acid bubbled, quickly corroding the white tiled floor. Vexen's eyes narrowed. "Number Two, why do you always pop into my Lab from the ceiling?" He snarled, crossing his arms.

"Hey, Hey. No need to be angry. I brought a little present for ya." Xigbar placed both his hands under the boy's arms and shoved him into Vexen. "Demyx here is our newest member! Found him in Atlantica, he was practically dead when I got to 'em." Xigbar laughed, stretching out his now free arms. "Well, he's your charge now." With that Xigbar left the room.

Vexen looked at the boy he now held. Demyx's wet dirty blond hair clung to his face and neck. Vexen cringed once he noticed the boy had no clothing. First, he looked over to his cluttered lab tables, eyed the box of gloves, and back to the unconscious form. There was no chance he would move his precious chemicals for this nuisance. He slumped Demyx against the base of the lab table. Next he grabbed some latex gloves, slid his bony fingers inside them and snapped the ends around his wrists. Silently cursing when he realized he didn't have anything to carry the teenager out of the lab on. He gave in and pulled Demyx into his arms and lazily walked out of the room.

Vexen hated using portals, the darkness was something he didn't understand, therefore he didn't use them if possible. Once he reached the "hospital wing" he pushed the door open with his shoulder. The room held more furniture than most of the rooms inside the "Castle that Never Was". Three white beds were positioned against the far wall inside the large room, each with white curtains surrounding them. Medical equipment and a lone white counter were the only other objects in the room. Seeing as Nobodies didn't often need to use a hospital, there was no need for separate rooms for the patients. Vexen turned the light on with his elbow and lightly kicked the door shut. He placed Demyx onto the closest of the three beds. After checking his vitals for injury he covered Demyx with the blankets and placed a oxygen mask over his mouth. He grabbed a clipboard off the counter and began to write his observations.

Demyx slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times to get used to the blinding white room. He felt light headed and sore, his chest muscle pulled with each intake of breath. Demyx attempted to sit up, however his body protested the movements. It was then that Vexen noticed that Demyx had regained consciousness. "Number Nine, I would suggest you lay still." Demyx nodded to the best of his ability. He stared at the ceiling for a few moments before turning his sight to the one who was looking over him. He wanted to ask the man standing at the counter a question, however, he was unable to say a word with the pain in his chest. He starred at the man a little longer, hoping he could get a response. After this proved useless he tried to sit up once again. This time he managed to lean himself against the bed. Demyx moaned in pain, a few tears escaped his wet eyes.

Vexen looked over after hearing the moan. It seemed this boy didn't want to listen to reason. Once the boy got his attention Vexen walked over to the bed, clipboard still in hand. He scribbled a few more things down before setting the clipboard on the bed next to Demyx's stomach. "The superior ordered me to tell him when you regained consciousness. Wait here." He spun around and walked toward the door. Before he reached the exit he heard Demyx attempt to speak. "What is it?"

Demyx noticed he finally got the man to try to listen to him, although he just couldn't seem to get the words out of his mouth. He knew what he wanted to say, he wanted to ask who he was. However, every time he tried to say it the words would not come out. He sighed and looked at Vexen. Once the man realized that nothing was going to come from Demyx he walked out the door. Disappointed, Demyx shimmied himself down the bed until his head rested against the soft pillow. He closed his eyes willing sleep to come.

When he felt his body sway Demyx panicked. His first instinct was to thrash his arms and legs. He thought that he was sinking in the depths of the ocean water. The air he couldn't reach before wouldn't escape him this time. His body instantly froze when he heard a voice. Reality snapped back into his head. He was tangled in the various blankets that had been earlier placed to keep him warm. He was warm and dry. When the voice called "Number Nine" again his eyes fluttered open. The man with the long blond hair stood next to his bed, clipboard once again in his hands.

"Number Nine, if you are awake I would suggest you do yourself a favor and change into these clothes. I am sure the superior does not wish to see you unclothed again." Vexen spun around, his organization coat bellowing behind him. He took two steps when he felt a small tug on the back of his coat. "Yes?" He asked patiently. Normally he wouldn't address a nobody in such a carefree manor, however, there was something about this boy that allowed him to lower his guards.

Demyx took a deep breath, pain shot though his lungs. The experience from last night had taken its toll on his body. His hand still tugged the cloak of the older man. "You said Number Nine...Is that me? Is that...Is that my name?"

"Your title in the organization is Number Nine. The superior has decided to give you the name Demyx." Vexen replied. "Now change into the black coat at the foot of your bed. When your dressed step into the hallway." That was all Vexen said before pulling himself away from the boy. He may have let his guard slip a little, however, he still preferred his personal space. Vexen walked out of the room, allowing the door to shut itself behind him.

Demyx felt the need to ask more. He knew nothing. His existence before yesterday was a blank, almost as though he didn't exist. He wanted to know where he was, how he got here, why he had no memories, and most of all why he felt this void in his chest. He concluded that the only way he would be able to ask those questions is if he complied with what the man asked. Lifting his upper body was painful. His chest ached, his arms were weak, and his head still felt like he was underwater. After he was able to sit up for a few minutes he turned his body so his legs swung over the side of the bed. Demyx didn't bother to untangle himself from the blankets, he figured they would fall to the floor once he was able to stand. Using whatever strength he still held in his arms he pushed his body off the bed. Standing was rather difficult. The bed provided some support until he felt comfortable enough to walk on his own.

The black coat was the same style as the man with the blond hair wore. The coat was slightly bigger than the previous one he saw. He slid his right arm in first, followed by his left arm. He then zipped the coat up and pulled apart the zipped at the bottom. He noticed the other man did this to his coat, it seemed to make walking easier. The coat was rather tight on his chest and upper arms, although it didn't restrict his moments. He remembered the coat also fit the other man similarly. Once he adjusted the coat to his liking, Demyx noticed the boots that stood at the edge of the bed. Assuming they were for him he stumbled over to the bottom edge of the bed, and slumped his body on the bed. He didn't know how he knew how to put on shoes and tie them, or put on and zip up a coat. Somehow he just knew, he didn't question it. He was grateful his body remembered how to do these small things, even if his mind did not. After the second shoe was in place he sighed realizing he had to stand up once again.

Once Demyx reached the door he pressed against it like he saw the other man do. This door did not have a knob to turn, it swung open using pressure. He peaked his head out the door first. The blond man stood on his right. Demyx then stumbled into the hallway. "Hey, we match." He smiled at the man, who in turn glared at him. When the man didn't respond Demyx tensed, he hadn't expected the man to act so coldly toward him. He had save his life hadn't he?

Vexen didn't respond. He didn't have anything to say to the boy, of course they matched. Everyone in the organization wore the same coat, it was used to prevent the darkness from consuming them when they used portals. He then spun on his heels and started toward the room called "Where Nothing Gathers." He motioned for Demyx to follow him.

Demyx walked silently for most of the trip. He concentrated on his white surroundings as well as trying to keep himself steady. The last thing he wanted to do was to fall and get left behind by the man. When he noticed the door they were heading towards Demyx increased his pace so that he walked beside the man. "I have a question. I know my name now, but whats yours?" Demyx asked looking at the face of his companion. He was startled when the man stopped walking.

Vexen looked the boy in the eyes. It was not his place to answer many of the questions Demyx wanted to know, that was for Xemnas to explain. He reviewed the question in his head before speaking. "You may address me as Number Four." He then continued toward the door which was a few feet away. Xemnas had called a meeting when Vexen announced that the boy had woken.

"Wait, Number Four?" Demyx asked confused. A number was not a name. "Why do you want me to call you your title?"

Before he could get an answer to his question Vexen cut him off. "Inside this door you will meet the superior and others who are in the organization. Do not speak unless spoken to."

"You'll be with me right?" Demyx instantly responded.

"No."

Vexen opened the door and walked into the room. The room was stark white with elevated chairs of different heights. Seven figures sat in the chairs, all wearing the same coats. Some sat with their coat hood up, hiding their faces, while others wore theirs down. Vexen noticed the boy hide behind him, it was then he wondered if this kid would be of any use to the organization.

"Vexen? You're not one to be late, usually you're the third to arrive. What happened? Overslept?" Axel teased, sinking his body into his chair. His hands rested behind his head casually. Vexen glared at Axel before he created a portal to his chair, the lowest in the organization. "Who's he?" Axel questioned curiously.

"Silence Number Eight." Xemnas stated, keeping his eyes on the newest member. "Number Nine, welcome to the organization."