(DISCLAIMER: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, or any of that jazz, if I did, I most certainly wouldn't be spending all my time writing this stuff.)

(Author's Note: Right...now this chapter doesn't have particularly much going on in terms of the big plot, but hey, I thought it would be fun to write. Let me know if you're ok with this sort of thing or not, because I like the idea of giving each member their own chapter to shine whenever I get hit with writer's block.)

Chapter 2: A Storm

Xaldin was keeping himself hidden as he explored. He'd been tasked with scouting and mapping a newly discovered world. So many of them were becoming accessible now, there was some event happening that they hadn't figured out yet, Vexen and Zexion spent days justifying avoiding their missions by saying they were researching this new surge in the number of worlds.

He slipped through his environment, a large city, sticking to the alleys and the shadows, avoiding the gazes of those who saw him. The most curious thing he'd discovered, was that this was a world where the heartless existed, yet the population were coping well. He'd seen multiple Shadows skulking about, yet there was no mass panic, or hysteria that usually followed.

Just then, it happened, a cluster of Neoshadows rose up in the center of the street. Xaldin backed off, wanting to know what made the people so calm in general. There were screams, as the heartless lifted a man up in it's hand, tearing him in two. Xaldin considered interfereing, as he saw the man's heart, the glowing light floating into the heartless' maw, when the beast staggered backwards, hit by a bullet in the chest.. Five men in blue uniforms were there, with guns, one of whom simply wore white gloves. He gestured to the heartless, as the rest of the citizens fled the scene.

"Open fire!"

He barked, and the men started shooting, the Neoshadows barely damaged, but the impacts stopping them from pooling into the ground. The apparent leader of the men snapped his fingers, and flames roared out, engulfing the heartless, and burning them to a crisp. Xaldin's eyes widened in amazement, as he slipped off, deeper into the city.

"So...this world's people know the Heartless can be damaged by magic, and have organised themselves accordingly. I see...This world may yet have some use. Now...back to the castle."

He held his arm out to open a corridor, the darkness starting to swirl, when a voice from behind him, that of a man, spoke.

"Stop."

The whirlwind lancer cursed under his breath as he turned, to see a man with dark skin, and white hair. His eyes were covered by sunglasses, but he had a clear, cross shaped scar on his face, and he was wearing a yellow jacket.

"You have an unholy presence about you...that of an alchemist."

"Unfortunately not. You must have me mistaken for someone else."

Xaldin kept his hood up, still trying to avoid creating a scene.

"I'm never wrong."

His adversary replied, staring at the Nobody.

"I will give you a moment to pray."

Xaldin sighed and opened a corridor, about to step through it, when the man dashed at him, pushing him back against the wall, knocking his hood back. Now he'd done it. As his black hair spilled down over his shoulders, clouds gathered in the sky above them, the wind picking up.

"I'd highly suggest letting go of me, unless you want to die. I have no quarrel with you."

"You have simply proven your guilt."

"Of what, exactly? Soon it will be murder, but other than that?"

"Your kind are all murderers regardless. May Ishvala send you to the pits of hell."

The man's arm started to glow, and Xaldin kicked him back, forcefully, as his six lances appeared, holding three in each hand.

"So be it." He took a stance, as the man regained his balance.

The winds howled around them in the alley, as Xaldin smiled.

"You know...you remind me a lot of somebody I know. I'll have to bring him your head."

Three of the lances shot at the man, who ducked beneath them, grabbing one by the shaft, his arm glowing, as it shattered into pieces. Xaldin raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? Well then...I'll have to fight seriously it seems."

He dashed towards the dark skinned man, lances twirling, before a gust of wind threw them both up into the air. Xaldin kept himself stable in the air, whilst the winds tossed the man around like a ragdoll. He lost sight of him in the raging sphere of wind, and before he knew it, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He had two of his lances shoot back over his shoulders, and heard the man grunt in pain, but not before he saw the flash of the man's arm, and the shoulder of his coat disintegrated. He twirled around, his lances scattering, as he held one in a two handed grip, the others orbiting him at high speeds, holding his opponent at close range, within a ring of death. He swung his lance twards the man's midsection, as he was gaining stability in the windsphere. His opponent dodged to the side, sustaining a nick, but no more. He then tried thrusting repeatedly, each time, the man knocking his lance aside, and each time, Xaldin pulling back before he could use his power to destroy it. A flurry of strikes and blocks, the man showing amazing speed and reflexes, but now Xaldin had what he wanted, his undivided attention. The orbiting ring of lances started to slow, turning their points inwards, as Xaldin kept up his assault. The man started to notice, just in time, as he leapt, all of the lances stabbing inwards.

"Impressive."

Xaldin said, smiling. He loved the thrill of battle, and this opponent was strong.

"Unfortunately, I'm on a rather tight schedule, and must bid you adieu."

He smirked, as the sphere of wind calmed and stopped, both fighters falling from the sky. Xaldin slowed himself down with his powers, and opened a corridor before he saw his opponent's fate. He stepped through, heading back to the castle.

Saix was waiting for him, and saw his tattered coat.

"What happened to you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in curiousity.

"Well, this world has some excellent fighters, Saix, let me tell you that much."

Saix glared, annoyance in his eyes.

"Your mission was to-"

"I never said I started the fight. I was attacked by some fool thinking I was an 'Alchemist'."

Saix sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Please tell me you at least got the information I need."

"But of course. I'll get to preparing my report immediately."

"Good. Get to work."

Xaldin wandered off into the castle, muttering, as he went to go and write his report on the events that transpired in the new world.