You sighed as you wandered through the halls of Castle Oblivion, arms swinging lightly by your sides. It was a rather slow day today, and you hadn't seen a soul all this time. After Sora had successfully beaten Maleficent and Xemnas, the rest of the Organization seemed at a bit of a loss as to what to do. King Mickey had saved the day, yet again, giving the group the title "Darkness's Saviors." And tasking them with the job of protecting those who travelled at night and became lost in the dark.
As you ponder these thoughts, you unintentionally wandered into the Hall of Empty Melodies. You worked for years, ever since you were a child, as an adviser to King Mickey and Queen Minnie due to the impeccable amount of knowledge and intuition you possessed; couple that with your heart that seemed to overflow with compassion and forgiveness and you had a deadly combination on your hands. A constant battle between what you knew should be done to receive the correct response and what you felt to be right.
King Mickey had asked you personally to assist him in overseeing the rehabilitation of the Organization members so of course you had agreed, not to mention you felt an overwhelming sense of understanding and empathy towards them. They were only trying to find there hearts; only trying to be able to exist and feel. Yes, they went about it the wrong way. But that didn't make them completely bad, right?
Right, at least in your mind that was how it was.
"Helloooooo, anyone here?" You called out, trying to lure out any members that lurked in the corners. Not a sound or voice responded to your calling. As you turned a corner, you came about a certain stormy-blue haired male sitting on a small bench with eyes focused on what was no doubt the Lexicon.
"Hello Zexion, how are you today?" You ask, as you smile at the man. Said man replied with a small nod before going back to the book. For what seemed like the millionth time this day, you sighed. Sometimes the Organization members were incredibly stubborn and aggravating, especially when they refused to respond.
"I heard you had a mission last night, how'd it go?" you pip as you lean forward on your tiptoes.
"Is that why you are bothering me? You wish to see my mission report?" You chuckle as Zexion begins pulling a slip of paper from his pocket. As he hears this, the Cloaked Schemer stops and looks at you once more.
"Have I done something amusing to you?"
"In a way," You drawl as you move to sit next to the unsocial man, "Just because I asked how your mission was doesn't mean it was because of business. I was just curious."
"It was relatively simple." Zexion replies before standing and disappearing down the hall. You sigh once more, hanging your head dejectedly.
"Nice talking to you Zexion." You mutter, before shrugging your shoulders and standing once more.
'Guess I'll go visit with the other members. Make sure everyone is doing okay.'
Author's Note: Okay, so this was supposed to be a one-shot. Yeah, that's not gonna happen. It has grown into a multi-shot story, because I'm not working on enough of those right now (I'm actually working on 3 right now, and have 5 in the making…..). This chapter is dedicated to KHGiggle. Hope you like it! Sincerely, Kay.