~Prologue~

And she woke up without warning. She had no idea where she came from. It was just out of nowhere that she had awoken from a possible sleep maybe even a rebirth, inside an unusual looking town. It was around nighttime the way she saw it, and most of the buildings had very luminescent lights flashing from around them. Something about the air she was breathing, her surroundings, her figure, and most of her senses, felt very familiar. Why couldn't she remember it? Her hair was blonde, reaching down to her mid-back, which a few red and black streaks. Her eyes were sharp green and her skin was slightly tan. Something about the way she looked flashed back at her. Something happened before she found herself in the city. Something terrible. She wore nothing more than a black plain tube top, white and black plaid mini skirt, black leather wedged boots that went up to her knees, and a necklace. The end of the necklace had a heart charm dangling from it. She held her hand out in front of her, showing a sterling silver ring around her middle finger, and it made her wonder if it meant anything special. She rethought a few things to herself; She might have been just a regular city girl that might have blacked out momentarily, or maybe she had gotten amnesia. There were many possibilities to a situation as such, but for some reason she felt...uncomfortable, making it feel necessary for her to over think things. She was in a sitting position in what looked like a dark alley though, despite that she could tell that there could be a whole town waiting for her if she stepped out of the blackened hall, and was also surrounded entirely of broken glass and trash. She also realized something else. She felt her worry increase by a bit in each second passing, yet she didn't feel her heart beat speeding up in any way. In fact, she put her hand to her chest in curiosity, and didn't feel a heart beat at all. She thought it had to be a dream, even though she felt as though she just woke up from a very long lasting dream. This was all too weird for her, and so she decided to investigate a little of the town. Stepping out of the alley, the light had shown a little more clearly, and suited nicely with the night sky. For some reason she felt as though she had more than five senses, and she felt a little more fresh than usual, if there ever was a 'usual'. Not many people were around, just a couple of people standing around a stairway and near the entrance of a bar which didn't look too appealing. There was also a little...creature that was pacing around the tiled ground. It was small; kind of sand colored, and had a big red nose and purple wings on its back. A big red pompom hung from its head, twirling around from each little step it took; but what the hell was it?

She had started walking towards the stairway slowly, and it wasn't too long before she realized that she was being...stared at. She turned around curiously to see if anyone was looking at her, for a brief glance or a rude stare, but everyone was doing his or her business, and the little white thing was still pacing back and forth. One of her thin eyebrows raised and the other sunk as she looked in the other available directions. Nobody was around that seemed to increase the suspense. She thought that she was just nervous being around a town she's never been in before, but as she continued up the stairs and pass an accessory shop, her tension rose a little higher, and continued to look around cautiously as she roamed around. So much was going on, but it felt so empty to her, but it was almost as though someone unseen was watching her, and she's only been in the town for a minute or two; at least that's what she thought. She reached a point where she was in front of two giant doors, figuring that they led to somewhere else other than the town, and she hoped there wouldn't be a lot of people around the next area. She walked up closer by two steps and put her hands on the metal bar frame.

"If you don't want to put yourself in any more harm, I suggest you don't move any further."

The voice was dark and cold, and it made a few shivers go through her spine. She turned around, despite that she was a little bit afraid to do so, to see who was talking to her. Unfortunately, she didn't see the exact face, but just a whole figure entirely cloaked in a long black jacket. She couldn't see his face, since his hood was up, shadowing anything underneath it, but she did see two long thick strands of silver hair hang out of the hood. The whole figure was slightly tall and built too. She wanted to know who he was, since she didn't see him lurking around before, but she was too startled to say anything.

"...Poor girl. Lost physically and mentally. It pains me to see a new Nobody that is clueless in thought."

'Nobody' seemed like an insult to her, but if she was nobody, then why did he sound so curious about her. She could only shift her leg close to her other as the hooded figure walked a little closer to her.

"You're not speaking at all. Are you that frightened of me? Of this world? I'm only here to bring you home."

At that, she blinked a little, and she realized that she did have a voice after all. "...Home?"

The hooded figure chuckled a little at her question. "Yes. I understand your high tension, and the fact that you...have no heart. It's dangerous for a newborn to walk around a place he or she doesn't know so carelessly."

She placed her hand on her chest, realizing that as crazy as he sounded, it seemed true that she had no heart. She felt no beat or pulse on the surface of her chest, but then it confused her even more. Without a heart, wouldn't she be dead?

"But tell me, girl. Do you remember your past at all? Do you remember your family, your home? What about your name?"

All of the questions seemed to depress her a little, since she really didn't know where she came from, let alone anything before she found herself in this town. "I...don't know."

"Nothing at all?"

"...No." She said. Her head lowered since she felt weighed down from so much that she couldn't think of, or remember. The figure was then in front of her, and she looked up to see if she could find any more features about him. She could only see a little bit of his skin color, something very dark, but his eyes were golden and extremely sharp as they looked down at her.

"Your hope is not lost, I will tell you that." His eyes rolled a little to the side. "But you're not trained enough to wonder alone, which is why I'm taking you to our headquarters with the rest of our kind."

"Our kind?" She repeated in question. For some reason when he said that at first, she found it necessary to glance at the unknown little creature she passed a moment ago, but that was out of the question. "Who...and what are you?"

"Your leader." He replied. He then reached up, pulling his hood back off of his head, and shown his face to her. His skin was brown and most of his hair was slightly spiked, long, and silver. His eyes seemed to stick out the most to her. "And it's about time that you realize who you are...Rexa."

"Rexa...that's not my name...it's...-" But despite that what he called her seemed incorrect, she didn't even know if he was right or not. She stopped mid-sentence, thinking he mistaken her for someone else, but that was it. Everything else he described seemed a little too reasonable. "...Is it? Is that really my name?"

He didn't respond, but from the look of the way that his lips curled upward and his white teeth shown, she immediately had a feeling that he was not lying to her. His gloved hand reached out towards her, and it was the first time he's gotten close to her without her bumping more into the door behind her. The metal frame nudged her hip a little, leaving her nowhere else to back up anymore.

"Don't be afraid of me, now. I mean no harm." The man said, his voice sounding innocent. "Don't you want to know what happened before you woke up here?"

"I do...but-"

"If we stay here for too long, they'll become impatient."

"Who are they?"

"Your brethren." He said. The hand he held out had grabbed her wrist with an inhumane tightness to it. She cringed a little, finding it so hard to believe that this guy knew her, but she didn't know him. Before she knew it, a large pack of shadows swirled around them, the thick aura of it all nearly gagging her, and then they were gone, feeling as if there was just a black out. When she managed to have the nerve to open her eyes, after tightly shutting them from being scared of what could happen next, she saw nothing; not even the mysterious man was with her. There was a bit of pressure beneath her feet, so she was standing on some sort of surface and was glad that she wasn't falling or floating.

"Hey...? Where did you take me?!" She asked out loudly. It wasn't long before she was starting to hear voices that she had never heard before.

She's number 13?

She looks so weak...for a nobody.

Have you discovered her powers yet?

Poor girl...looking helplessly lost and fragile. Funny she looks completely mundane.

Xemnas, is she prepared for the worst?

...Indeed.

Rexa, convinced that it was her name now, cupped her hands over her ears, trying to block the loud voices out of her reach; but to her surprise, they were inside her head, and covering her ears nor closing her eyes again didn't make anything feel better.

"Oh my god..." She said, not sure if she was talking to herself or whoever was talking in her head. "Shut the fuck UP!" She shouted. A flash had closed up everything else. After two or three seconds, she was somewhere else, yet in the same pose that she was in before. It looked like a large room, a white and silver toned room, yet no one was in it. It looked like a giant hallway though, almost as if you could hold a wedding there. "Now where am I?" Rexa asked herself. The same silk shadowed portal appeared next to her, and then the man that found her.

"You are in Castle Oblivion...where most of our Organization members are right now." He replied. "You will have to get to know your comrades before seeing the others where I stay at."

"Then...who will guide me here if you're leaving?" Rexa questioned. To answer her question partly, another shadow vortex appeared not too far in front of her, and another hooded figure stood to look at her.

"Leave that to me, Rexa." The hooded man then said. Rexa caught the other man smirking a little, but then he turned around, as if he were just departing.

"Wait-" Rexa said. He turned around to look at her once more. "What is...I don't know your name."

"Xemnas." He said, smiling a little more. He turned around again to look at the other man, who apparently removed his hood while they weren't looking. This man seemed to have caught Rexa's attention more than Xemnas. His hair was slightly red and pink at the same time...Rexa couldn't recall what color that was called. His face was slim and he had very sharp blue eyes. He was...attractive to her. "Marluxia, I trust that you will be able to guide her until she feels comfortable going around on her own?"

"Yes, my lord." The other man said, Marluxia apparently his name. Rexa felt Xemnas's gaze wander back to her, so she stared back.

"Marluxia is the lord of this castle. If there is anything you need to know, or do, he will be around."

Rexa just nodded. Everything happened so quickly, and it nearly frightened her. Xemnas then vanished behind the two other individuals, leaving them alone. Once he was gone, Rexa noticed that Marluxia gave her a long gaze, the source of lust in his eyes.

"Another...female." Marluxia mumbled, though Rexa could read his lips. She was at least glad that she wasn't the only girl. "That's an interesting attire you have on." Marluxia then told her. The way she was dressed was the least of her worries.

"Thank you...I guess." Rexa replied uneasily.

"But as one of the Organization members, I will tell you that we do have a dress code." He smirked from Rexa's glance elsewhere. She noticed that both Xemnas and Marluxia were wearing the same black coat, and wondered if the others were going to look the same...and if she were have to dress that way too.

"I noticed."

"I will bring you your required garments. Also in the meantime, three of our members are on the next floor downstairs. You may meet with them until I come back." Rexa peeked at the direction where he pointed. He was pointing at a darkened area with stairs going down. It was the only not-so-bright catch in the hall. Marluxia's eyes lit a little as he lifted his finger as if to point out something else. "Oh, another thing. Sometimes it will take time to get to know the others here, and discuss whatever you feel with them." A smirk formed across his lips. "And...try not to get in trouble." Those were his last words before he vanished into the shadow vortex. She wondered if she knew how to do the same thing. They could teleport, yet so far the only thing she knew how to do mobile was walk. The stairs weren't too far anyhow, so she did what Marluxia told her and went down the stairs to meet with the 'others'. She noticed that when she looked down the stairs, there was nothing but pitch black at the bottom, but she wasn't afraid of the darkness and never has been; that's what she thought at least. There was a loud clack/clomp sound as her wedges tapped the stairs with each step. She managed to walk down through the black area while holding on to a railing, yet noticed that the farther she went down, the lighter the path gotten. She's only been in one room in this whole castle, and she already thought it was hella creepy. One of the voices in her head back in the shadows seemed to have a point though, she did still seem and act human. But how did a complete nobody act? She didn't want to find out immediately. The stairs were quite long, and she began to hear soft voices by the time she was almost to the other room. Sounded like another man...two of them, but Marluxia said that there'd be three members in the next room, so she was mishearing someone. Her head was down watching her steps as she walked down the final stair steps, and once she was on a flat surface again, she looked up, and her eyes slightly dilated. The sound of her boot pressing against the floor echoed quietly through the room, alarming the other three figures, immediately making them turn around. At first, the they looked at Rexa startled her, but then she realized that they couldn't hurt her...could they?

"Who's that?" A girl's voice asked. So Marluxia was right when he stated that there was 'another woman'. Only when she saw this 'woman', she was hoping that she wouldn't have any trouble. The girl in the room was just about as blonde as she was, and her hair was short yet passed her chin. Two unusual bangs floated behind her head, which caught Rexa's attention the most. Her eyebrows did the wave as she got a long glimpse of Rexa. "What do we have here?"

The two other men were also eye catching. One of them looked at her with question but with shear amusement at the same time. His hair was partly similar to a lion's mane. His hair was beat red and completely spiked. His eyes were as green as Rexa's perfect view of a lawn of grass, and unlike the other girl's reaction, he seemed pleased to see her. "I think I know."

Haha, no you don't. Rexa thought to herself, and then she glanced at the other man, who so far was the only normal looking nobody that she's met so far; but that could change at any time. He looked a little aged, but not too old to talk to. He had a dirty blonde mullet and a very slim face while his eyes were also green. He looked at her with a blank face, not seeming pleased or unpleased, she only stared back at all three of them, scratching the back of her head.

"I'm the new girl you all must have heard about." Rexa then said.

"Aah, I see." The other girl said with a teasing smile. "So Xemnas caught you wandering in scraps, huh?"

"I guess." Rexa replied. "I didn't know where I was at when he came."

The red-spiked haired man crossed his arms. "Marluxia thinks that Xemnas found you in Traverse Town, a town where people lost their homes to the Heartless."

"The...Heartless?" Rexa questioned.

"And..." The other man begun. He sounded like one of those rare intelligent scientists. "It's obvious to the fact that you're here that you've lost more than your home." A strange smirk formed across his face.

"So I hear..." Rexa replied. She noticed that the other blonde was walking towards her, and laid her hand on one of Rexa's shoulders when she was neck-and-neck to her.

"So, enough blabbering new girl. Tell us your name."

"I didn't know for a while, but Xemnas called me Rexa...so I suppose that's my name." Rexa replied. She saw the old man glance over at the other male.

"What do you suppose her real name is?" He whispered over. The girl's eyes widened a little as if she heard something shocking from behind.

"You dunce...! She's a newborn. If she were to know that...'Rexa's not her real name, she'll totally think that the Superior lied to her."

"Something wrong?" Rexa asked. The redhead unraveled his arms.

"Of course not, Rexa. By the way, my name's Axel. Got it memorized?"

"Um, yeah sure." She replied, one of her eyebrows raised a little from his last question. "And you two are..." She asked then to the other two strangers. The girl turned around and smiled.

"I'm Larxene...and that is Vexen over there. So then, what do you think of this castle so far?"

"I think it's...lovely." Rexa replied.

"Glad to hear it." Axel said. His eyes averted up and down Rexa's figure; as if every man she's met so far hasn't yet. "Rexa, is Marluxia honestly going to let you join the Organization looking like that?"

"No, he's picking up garments for me right now." Rexa replied.

"It's cute." Larxene said, staring at every part of Rexa but her face. "But like he said, we can't show our identities looking like, well no offense, but...a skank." Rexa's eyebrow raised once more at the term Larxene referred to her as, and she seemed to noticed her confused expression, so she measured her lips to Rexa's ear. "You know. The uber mini skirt AND a tube. In that you'll get too much attention, if you know what I mean." Larxene nodded twice to her left to point out Axel and Vexen looking around apathetically, and Rexa considered her warning. Larxene backed up a little so she'd be back in level with the other two men. "Well then, Rexa, do you remember anything about what happened before you woke up in a trash dump?"

She made her answer short, since she hated trying to think more about it. "No...I don't."

"Nothing at all?" Vexen asked with curiosity.

"Nope." Rexa replied. Vexen continued gazing at her as if he were studying her, his fingers to his small chin. His hand then lowered and he blinked and frowned as if he couldn't find anything out about her.

"Then...we will have to research through your memory, and find out what happened before then." Rexa didn't even know if that was possible, but thinking about what she went through before, she then though anything is possible. "And...possibly more." Vexen finished.

"Possibly more?" Axel questioned.

"Rexa's just a newborn. She doesn't know anything about herself or what happened before her wakeup, so we'll have to find out for her."

"Can you really do that?" Rexa questioned.

"Of course. I am a scientist." Vexen explained.

"Then...I'd rather you not do so." Rexa replied, eyes lingering to a blank wall.

"Aww, you're not shy, are you?" Larxene asked, sounding as bright yet sarcastic as always.

"No. I just don't like the sound of a man...researching me. I'm not in a book, so the only possible way to do that would be to take off my clothes, roam around me internally, and...'possibly more'." Rexa explained, that was at least her prediction. Vexen, however, cackled a bit, and she could have sworn she heard the other two chuckling a bit too.

"I can assure you, Rexa, that's not my intention. I have my own special way of experimenting."

"And when you put it that way, I still wouldn't want you to." Rexa replied, still looking at the wall.

"I will have to." Vexen said. "If you want to learn anything more about yourself, your home, your past, and more importantly, your past being."

"I really don't feel comfortable about this." Rexa replied, looking back at Vexen, who looked determined himself to get his hands on her somehow.

"It is alright, Rexa." A familiar voice called out. The three other nobodies were looking past Rexa, so she turned around to find the black hole forming around dramatically, Marluxia soon showing himself.

"Marluxia..." Rexa said quietly. "How much have you heard."

"Nothing unworthy of hearing." He replied. "But Vexen is right, Rexa. We will have to go through your memories in order for you to know who you really are."

"But...I don't remember anything. How can I have memories if I don't remember the things that I'm supposed to remember?" Rexa asked anxiously. Marluxia reached a hand out over the end side of her head, and slowly began to move it to the other side.

"Everyone has memories, even when they are unaware of it." Marluxia replied. Rexa noticed that as his hand moved above her, pink luminescent flower petals had fell around her, and then after a moment, they began to swarm around her like a typhoon, and something felt very strange, but relaxing at the same time. Marluxia, after a few seconds, quickly brought his hand back, and the petals vanished. When Rexa looked at herself, she found herself in the exact same black coat as everyone else in the room. She heard herself gasp a little when she peaked inside of the jacket, and she wore only a black strapless bra underneath at her upper torso. She did, however, notice that she wore either extremely tight black pants or black leggings with black leather knee-high boots coming up over them. She felt like a clone, but she did think she looked good. She glanced over at the others, seeing that they were smirking at her.

"Ah, now isn't that better?" Larxene asked. "Being part of the Organization doesn't cost a lot."

"Now...Rexa, you have three more people to meet in this castle." Marluxia then said.

"Oh, okay." Rexa replied. Marluxia glanced over at Vexen.

"Vexen. You seem close to the other two members in this castle. Why don't you guide Rexa down to meet them?"

"Fine by me." Vexen said, smirking.

"Wait...you said that I had three people to meet. If there are only two more members to meet, then who's the third person?" Rexa questioned.

"I will meet up with you later to take you to her." Marluxia replied. So there were only three girls in this whole castle. She wondered if it was the same number for the whole organization, if it were any bigger than this. Xemnas did tell her that she wouldn't be able to meet the other members until she was prepared enough to go on her own. Rexa wondered if that would be a long way to go.

"Come with me, Rexa." Vexen then said, using a finger to tell her to walk where he stood. She glanced over to Marluxia, who nodded her to go ahead, and then she stepped next to Vexen. His gloved hand closed around hers tightly as he smirked lightly. Shit, he feels cold. Rexa thought to herself. It was very unusual for a person to feel like an ice cube, especially since it felt just fine inside the room. Just like how Xemnas brought her to the castle, a shadow warped around the two of them, soon taking them to another place. Larxene looked over at Marluxia, who's eyes were partly closed.

"She's a newborn right? She will have a long series of tests coming up." She teased. Opening his eyes slowly, Marluxia began to smile.

"It won't take long."

All went black for a moment, but then Rexa could see that the shadow swirls were opening again, and later on only a little bit of light, so she knew that she was now in a different room. The swirls disappeared and she was in a room that looked exactly the same as the previous room, only it was very dark. Why is it so dark in here? She thought. When she glanced behind herself, she saw that Vexen was right behind her, only apart by an inch, and then she looked in front of her to see two other guys around the middle of the room, yet they didn't seem to noticed when Rexa and Vexen came in; but Vexen took the honor in alarming them.

"Lexaeus, Zexion...we have someone special for you to meet." Vexen said sharply. Both men turned around curiously to see someone they didn't know in the room.

"Vexen...this is...-" The young man with short gray platinum hair started. He stopped mid sentence when Vexen nodded.

"This is the new girl we've been expecting. Right, Rexa?"

"Yes." Rexa replied. She looked behind herself to see that Vexen was looking down at her with a very frightening grin; at least she thought it was frightening. The other members could be used to him by now. She noticed that the other man, who was extremely muscular and built and seemed a little tall, was looking at her curiously with his hand to his chin, and then he scoffed.

"She doesn't seem like Larxene, thank god." The built man said, apparently judging already.

"Does she know about...the Keyblade wielder yet?" The smaller man asked.

"Not yet." Vexen said. "She will learn about them eventually. She has not been trained properly yet to get in combat with them."

"Excuse me, Vexen." Rexa interrupted. She pointed out the two strangers. "But who's who?"

"Pardon me." Vexen replied. He used his hand as a pointer, gesturing it towards the gray haired nobody. "This is Zexion." He then pointed to the muscular one. "And this is Lexaeus."

"Oh, okay." Rexa replied. "Hello to you both." At least it seemed normal in this room. For some reason, being alone with Axel, Larxene, AND Vexen didn't feel right. "So...you said something about a keyblade wielder? Who, or what, is that?"

She noticed that the three other men glanced at each other for a second; Vexen had a face of deviant, Lexaeus and Zexian looking uneasy. But then they all nodded in agreement as if they planned something in their thoughts.

"You'll have to wait until all of the members inside Castle Oblivion join together. Then we'll be able to discuss him...and his friend." Zexion explained. Rexa only nodded, not needing a reminder that she had a lot of learning to do before then. "Rexa, have you discovered your power yet?"

"Huh? What power?" Rexa replied and blinked. Zexion looked over behind her at Vexen.

"No one told her yet?"

"We won't be able to learn anything about her until we do research on her." Vexen replied. "But...Rexa doesn't seem very ecstatic about it."

"I really don't want anything to do with this research you all keep bringing up." Rexa replied, looking over at her side once again.

"It's harmless." Lexaeus stated. "We've all gone through it. Its simple, and not as bad as it sounds."

"Bullshit." Rexa replied.

"I'll have to warn you." Zexion said then, peeking through his long bangs. "Marluxia has a way of making refusing newborns cooperate during the experiment."

Rexa didn't reply. Infact, she forgot all about Marluxia ever since she arrived in the room. She ran forward a little only to stand in the middle in the room.

"Wait...where is he? I forgot I had to meet him again soon."

"He's...probably in Namine's right now." Zexion replied, not sounding so sure of himself.

"Who's Namine?"

"The 'special person' you were supposed to meet after us." Vexen replied.

"Well, I don't know how far that is from here. I'm guessing this castle is huge, from seeing you all teleporting from place to place all of the time."

"Rexa." Zexion started, a little interest seemed to be in his eyes. "You don't know how to teleport yet?"

"Normally, it'd be something you have to learn on your own." Lexaeus said then. Rexa noticed a smirk on Vexen's face as he looked over to where the other two Nobodies stood.

"Rexa, you'll realize soon that you will learn your abilities as time goes by. In the meantime, it is a good idea for you to look for Marluxia right now." Vexen said, pointing at the stairs.

"Uhm..." Rexa replied, staring at the staircase for a while. "Thank you. I'll go look for him now." At this point, she began to walk towards the stairs until she was completely out of the three men's sight.

"Poor girl. Her scent is slightly faded, yet it has a very sweet aura." Zexion mumbled.

"I wonder if she'll end up becoming Marluxia's little slave also." Vexen asked. He scowled quietly as he continued to stare up the staircase as the sound of clacking boots faded a little from each step taken.

"Vexen, you're not going to try and-" Zexion was cut off, yet he could see what Vexen was thinking just by examining his posture.

"Of course I am." Vexen replied. He turned around, his expression then blank. "Marluxia cannot try and convince her to conspire with him. We have enough traitors and frauds in this Organization as it is. I cannot stand another."

"So...a new plan then, Vexen?" The built nobody asked slyly.

"Yes." Vexen said. A wide smirk shown on his face. "As soon as she meets Namine, the experiment will commence."

This would be exactly how Rexa would picture a castle, but not with every single room and hall looking the same way. The next room she was taken to by Marluxia was a little smaller and seemingly different than the rest. There was a what looked like a giant orb on a stand in the middle of the room, and it seemed lighter than the rest of the rooms. In one of the corners of the room, there was a white chair, and sitting in it was a little girl. She seemed to not have noticed when Rexa and Marluxia arrived inside the room, probably because she was in the midst of drawing something. She had a sketchbook in her lap, and Rexa could see the strokes and different waves she was doing with her pencils. A hand prodded itself on Rexa's shoulder, along with a sudden sweet smell passing by her nose, telling her that Marluxia was about to introduce her to the 'special person'.

"This is Namine." He said. The sudden voice echoing in the room made the girl, Namine, raise her head slowly to stare glumly at the two. Only she gave a small gasp of surprise once she saw Rexa, a Nobody she's never seen before. She hung her head back down, staring at her doodle, before she lowered her pencil on her lap with the sketchbook. Rexa thought she seemed kind of gloomy to meet her.

"Why the long face?" Rexa asked curiously at her. Namine wore a white dress that matched with the rest of the room, and her hair was as blonde as her eyes were a deep blue color. Rexa hoped that she wouldn't see another female that looked like herself.

"It's...nothing." The silent girl replied. Marluxia walked forward next to Namine as he towered over her. He stroked her hair lightly while staring back at Rexa.

"Namine...is actually a special kind of witch with an amazing ability." The rose haired Nobody said. "She can rearrange, scramble, and even create new memories. Even ones that never happened." He lowered himself to where his head was leveled with the witch's. "Now don't fret, Namine. Rexa's a new girl, so as much as you don't know her, you don't have to fear her...yet."

"Yet?" Rexa questioned.

"She's been alone in this castle for so long now. She doesn't really trust anyone here except for the hero she longs for."

"Her hero, huh? Who is it?"

"You will find out soon." Marluxia replied. He stood up and walked back over to where Rexa was standing. "But in the meantime, we have something very important to accomplish." He turned back to Namine, who was watching them a little longer than before, and reached out his hand and bent back his fingers to tell her to come forward. Namine slowly set aside her sketchpad and walked towards the two Nobodies.

"What's this about?" Rexa asked. Right when the question was asked, multiple shadow holes appeared, some later or earlier than others, but as soon as they vanished, the trio was surrounded by all of the other Organization members in castle oblivion. She instantly knew something serious was about to happen, and most likely something she wouldn't enjoy.

"Its about time, we found out what has happened to you in the past." Marluxia said, staring deep in her eyes.

"Rexa seems a little...different than the rest of us Nobodies. This does perk my curiosity." Vexen said, staring straight ahead of the three subjects in the middle of the room.

"Well, she is the new girl. Who wouldn't be curious about someone that's new?" Larxene said, sneering at Vexen.

"She knows how to shut her trap when necessary, that's all I know." Vexen snapped back. Larxene rolled her eyes up to the ceiling, then back to the middle of the room.

"Now, Rexa. This is going to be good for you. If I were you, I'd want to find out more about myself before anyone else." Axel then said, his arms crossed and a coy expression on his face.

"Zexion. Try not to detect anything about her until after the experiment." Lexaeus whispered to the gray haired young man.

"Her aura...is strong. But I will resist." Zexion replied.

"Marluxia, I don't know about-" Rexa started. Marluxia gracefully laid a gloved finger on her hand to quiet her, but apparently that wasn't the only intention.

"If there is no other way to make this easier for you..." He replied. The hand had glow a pink color- and after a second, so did Rexa. She suddenly felt very fatigued and her vision blurred a little as she saw a few petals fly around his fingers towards her face. In an instant, she passed out -falling forward- and Marluxia instantly caught her by the waist. He smirked lightly from the sudden peace of mind in the unconscious girl.

"Whoa, Marluxia, what did you do to her?" Larxene asked with peak interest.

"Don't worry. She is only in a siesta." Marluxia replied. He slowly lowered Rexa down so that she would be laying on the floor, since there was no where else to let her lay comfortably, and then he knelt down beside her but looked up at the smaller female. "Namine, you know what to do."

Namine only nodded, not looking any different in mood than she was before, and she knelt down to where she was next to Rexa's head, placing her hands above her forehead. Then a light flashed from her hands through Rexa's head, making some of the other Nobodies lean forward for a closer look. Marluxia noticed how stiff they were, and urged them closer.

"Come here." He said. "We all have to see as well what has happened before she...lost her heart."