Hello and welcome to Lexicon, a Zexion fanfic by none other than yours truly…KITTY!

Let's see…before you begin, I'd like to make something clear…See the first part below, under the 6's? That's the PROLOUGE. It also ends with a bunch of 6's. See? 6's are my linebreaks. Mmkay? Okay. ENJOY!

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Once upon a time, the sky was glimmering with cotton-white clouds against the blue backdrop of the universe. The ground was covered with blades of green grass and tall, woody trees with branches spanning hundreds of feet. The water flowing in rivers was crystal clear, and the azure ocean sparkled. The People were happy.

And then the Flames came.

The Flames blocked the sky with their acrid smoke.

They ate at the grass, and reduced the majestic trees to ashes.

They poured these ashes into the rivers and oceans, turning the once clear water gray with residue.

The People were upset. The People were furious! The Flames had clouded their beautiful sky, ate at their grasses and trees, and destroyed their only sources of water. But what could they do? It was certainly a dreary situation, that much was obvious, but the People had never been exposed to such horrendous ordeals. What could they possibly do?

In order to have any kind of organization, they decided they need someone to guide them. And so, the Chosen were elected.

The six Chosen congregated daily. They discussed how to replant the foliage, purify the waters, and clear the sky. But none could clearly identify a solution.

Finally, the youngest of the Chosen stood up. The other Chosen looked at him expectantly, sending out looks of disdain towards his youthful appearance.

Composing himself as politely as one could in front of such fools, he began to speak.

"It is deplorable, to see our People crumbling under the minds of you simple fools. As our beautiful land grows darker, you merely sit and discuss things, and yet all the while expecting to get things done. …Pitiful." The seemingly shy Chosen was not as introverted as the others thought. They stared, mortified, as the younger Chosen's cold, emotionless glare bored into each remaining Chosen's face. He smiled quite suddenly, a cold grin that seemed as out of place as the words that had poured from it. Turning his back towards his elders, he resumed speaking.

"I suppose, it is to be expected. I must admit, out of our People, we are the ones gifted with the highest powers of intellect…" He turned back, his face growing darker. "But what, may I ask, is the point of having this gift if none of you can harness it properly and to its full extent?"

Throughout the youngest Chosen's speech, the eldest had become increasingly furious. He stood up when the youngest was done speaking.

"You…How dare you!?" the eldest spluttered. "You cannot treat your fellow Chosen as though we are simple fauns!" The eldest was now absolutely enraged, and the youngest was quite aware. Pushing the limit, the youngest decided to say one last thing to the elder.

"You really don't understand…Will our People never be saved? How could they, with their 'leaders' enraged at the simple truth?"

The eldest suddenly grew very calm. The youngest stepped back slightly. He did not like the look on the eldest Chosen's face. The eldest came closer, while the younger looked pleadingly at the other Chosen. They shook their heads at him. They refused to help a traitor.

Quickly, compulsively, the younger tried to run past the elder, but was caught around the shoulders. The elder was very strong, holding the youngest at arm's length, examining his face. Smiling, he traced the younger's features. The youngest Chosen winced, but said nothing.

"Ienzo." The harsh voice of the eldest rang through the room, and the youngest-Ienzo-winced. This was it. The Chosen were not to use formal names under any circumstances. The elder continued.

"You have hereby been expelled from the Chosen. You may return home, but you are not to participate in any Chosen restorative acts or meetings. You are dismissed."

Ienzo stood stiff, mortified. He felt the Chosen's hands on his back, pushing him gently but firmly out of the room. He felt the vibration of the door shutting. He felt the cold glares of several People staring at him. He felt the ground under his feet as he walked home. He felt himself sit down on his makeshift bed, his mother fluttering about him, crying. He felt her anger; she had heard what had happened. He felt her hand slap his face. He felt his own tears slide down his face.

And yet he felt nothing.

He felt empty.

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Zexion awoke with a start. His heart raced as he clutched madly at his bed sheets for a few seconds, until he realized it was merely a dream. Looking over at his clock, he realized it was already seven A.M. He sighed, and sat up, his silvery-gray hair sticking up in all directions.

If I don't get up now, I'll never get up…

He sighed, then, and oriented himself with his room. Deep violet walls, covered with posters of his favorite bands, and a warm, fluffy shag carpet…black, of course. He wouldn't have it any other way. Stretching and yawning at the same time, he got up and, after deciding on an outfit to wear (MCR tee and black skinny jeans, of course! And black Converse high tops, duh! ), and styling his hair to fall in his face, he started off for school. (A/N aah...run on sentence, I know...;-;

The walk wasn't too far, but it gave him enough time to reflect on his recurring dream.

That boy, Ienzo…If it's just a dream, why does it always feel so real? It's like...I'm him. I can feel what he's feeling, but I can't control it…

His thoughts were interrupted when a certain redhead decided to sneak up and trip him, just for the heck of it.

"AARGH! AXEL!" Zexion rolled over and shouted. Axel's friend Roxas, however, just pouted an angry little pout at Axel before helping Zexion up.

"Thanks, Roxas…" Zexion trailed off. He didn't want to talk to them, not right now. Especially after Axel had nearly just killed him. Roxas merely looked at Zexion with a worried pout.

God, how many pouts does this kid have? Zexion thought to himself.

"Anything wrong, Zex?" Roxas asked. Suddenly, Axel came over and put his arm around Roxas' shoulders.

"Now now, Roxas…We all know what's wrong with dear little Zexion…" He ended his sentence, looking pointedly at Zexion's wrists. Roxas looked from Axel to Zexion, until finally he saw what Axel was staring at.

"OMIGODZEXI!" Roxas screamed, grabbing Zexion's arms. He flipped them over and looked at Zexion's wrists. Nothing except pale white…wristy…ness.

Oh, for God's sake…Zexion groaned inwardly. Axel had been implying this about him ever since he could remember.

Roxas frowned at Axel, still managing to pout. "Axel, leave Zexion alone!" Roxas pushed Axel off his shoulders and took a step toward Zexion. Compulsively, Zexion stepped back, his eyes glued to Axel's. Roxas merely grabbed his arm and dragged him off, leaving Axel alone in mortified silence.

"C'mon Zexi, I'll let you meet some of my other friends. Don't worry, they aren't anything like him." Roxas glared back at Axel, who quickly regained his composure.

"At least I don't hang around with stupid little emo kids!" Axel cried out, knowing what would hurt Zexion the most.

Zexion flinched, but remained silent. Roxas released Zexions arms, and walked back to Axel. He reached up and cradled the taller boy's face, pulling it closer to his own. Their lips millimeters apart, Roxas suddenly slapped Axel so hard in the face it sent the redhead spinning.

"Don't insult my friends." Roxas stalked back to Zexion. "C'mon, buddy." Roxas began dragging Zexion towards the school.

Oh, God…was all Zexion could manage to get through his mind. Today's gonna be a loooong day…

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And I hope you liked it! First chapter done! I know, it's short, but it's 3AM and I kind of wanted to end it…

If you liked it please review! No flames. Please.