Hi, second chapter up already cause the first is too short. Enjoy.
Jexar sat in a large office, blank with white like the throne room with all the nobodies in it, or as Jexar liked to call it, Where Nothing Gathers. He had been outfitted liked the rest of them, A long, black leather trench coat and black jeans and boots. His trench coat's wrists flared out slightly and it seemed a bit lighter in colour to the others. The leader, Xemnas, had asked Jexar to join them. They were called 'organisation XIII'. They all had a rank and title but because Jexar had only just joined, Xemnas said that he wouldn't get them until after he had been trained. He had met Axel again, and tried to rip this throat out before another nobody called Xigbar told him that Axel had brought him there to give him a new life and that Axel couldn't control heartless. Jexar wasn't sure this was the case but knew that they could easily kill him again. He decided to let it go.
A large mirror stood across the room. Jexar could see himself for the first time. He was the same, but different. He stood at the same height, somewhere around five foot seven. He was just as thin, something people always commented on when he was somebody. He was still young, barely nineteen of age. Bits of him were different though, like his once brunette hair now being a bright, sickening green and his eyes glowing forest green, lacking the blue ocean eyes he once had.
"You miss them don't you?" Xemnas's loud booming voice shook Jexar to the core. "Your eyes are different because you are not Jare anymore. Those eyes were his eyes. Yours are staring right at you."
"You said we don't have hearts thus cannot feel. But yet i can feel sadness and rage, i feel abandoned by my heart. I can feel that space, it...hurts so...much!" Jexar collapsed into a heap of tears, crying like he had not done a long time.
"Your mind is tricking you. It is using memories to conjure up these false emotions, do not believe it and the pain will leave you." Jexar stayed silent, crying out in his mind for his heart back. "Besides, we must find out what powers you have gained." Jexar looked up at the silver haired man, staring into his amber eyes.
"Powers?" Xemnas motioned at Jexar to raise his hand. As his hand rose, Jexar could feel a energy surge through his body. He started to feel lighter; he could see the ground was moving...away from him. He was floating in the air. Pencils and books levitated above Xemnas's desk. Everything started to lift, to join him in the air.
"Enough." Jexar followed the superior's command and slowly everything except a stray book rested back on the ground. Xemnas chuckled. "It would appear that you can control gravity." Xemnas chuckled once more. "I believe you will make an excellent addition to the organization."
Jexar sat in a living room of sorts. He was still visibly shaken from the sight of Xemnas' mirror. A young lad with a very strange haircut was playing a soft melody on a guitar like instrument in the corner. A salt shaker was slowly lifting and falling above the table. Jexar knew he had this power, so he decided to practice it.
"Jexar", a soft, dignified voice chimed into his ears. Jexar's head rose to see another young boy standing in the doorway. His periwinkle hair came down over one eye, like Jexar's own hair, just much longer; not stopping till it reached the bottom of his neck.
"Uhh...Zexion, right?" he nodded approvingly.
"The superior wishes that you go shopping for a weapon or weapon parts." Zexion was smirking. "Lexaeus will go with you...but he does not talk much, so you may get a bit... bored." The smirk was explained. Jexar wasn't sure which one Lexaeus was. With a sigh, Jexar stood up and followed Zexion to locate number V.
"Oh dear god". Jexar gulped as he saw Lexaeus. He stood at about a foot tall than Jexar, about a foot and a half more than Zexion. "Hi... Lexaeus." His voice shivered like his spine. Lexaeus did not respond, he clicked his fingers and a dark swirl appeared behind him, slowly forming a large oval portal. Xemnas had mentioned these 'corridors of darkness', saying that Jexar would to gain the power to summon these in the next few days or so. Lexaeus strode into the portal. Suddenly, Zexion spoke again.
"The place is called Hollow Bastion. If you decide to make your weapon then myself and Lexaeus will help you, ok?" Jexar was a bit taken back at the kindness from this emotionless entity, but then he probably wanted Jexar to be ready to help the organization.
"Thanks, Zexion." Jexar walked slowly and cautiously into the darkness, fearing what lay beyond its twisting shadows.
