Four weeks had passed since Roxas sudden and unexplained arrival onto the school grounds. Today was his first day of being given a proper tour of Xavier's Institute for the Gifted, his previous walks around the school building only meant as physiotherapy for his exhausted body.

"And out the front doors are the fountain where most fundraisers and other events are held, and over there is the forest grounds..." Scott Summers had been taking quite a bit of joy in providing the tour, while his friend, Jean, was less enjoying her friend's tour than she was keeping an eye on Roxas' condition. Roxas himself was using a walker to support his weight while he walked.

Roxas' journey from wherever he came from had taken a greater toll on his body than was first thought; on closer inspection, his caretakers had found he had endured quite a few battle wounds that were never properly tended to, adding to the difficulty of his recovery. Because of this, the tour was had been little shorter than most other ones.

"And those are the front gates." Scott finished. "And that's the whole school."

Roxas smiled through his aches. "Thanks." He didn't say this out of genuine gratitude, just good manners.

"Do you want to go back to your room?" Asked Jean.

Roxas thought for a moment. He did want to rest, but from he had been told during his recovery, he needed to push himself a little bit to help his recovery along.

"I'd like to walk around for a while, if that's alright." He said, still smiling.

"Okay, where do you want to go?"

Roxas thought about asking to go to the dining room again, but he had just eaten, so his caretakers would know he was just after more ice-cream. He decided he wanted to go to the forest, where he was found.

"The forest."

Jean and Scott looked at each other.

"Um, maybe that's still a bit much for you." Scott advised. "How about the gardens out back?"

Roxas sighed. Disappointment. He felt like he had felt that before...

"Roxas?"

He looked up to see Jean and Scott looking at him with concerned looks. "You alright?"

"Yeah. Fine..." He didn't like the gardens much, but he didn't think anywhere else would be quiet enough for him right now.

"The garden."

"Okay." Jean helped Roxas back inside and through the main building. He looked into every open room along the way, earning a friendly joke from Scott when they passed the kitchen. They passed a classroom where Professor Xavier, the headmaster of the school, was giving a lecture on some advanced school subject.

His arrival and suspicious condition aside, he had surprised everyone with his general lack of knowledge of everything. He knew about some things, like language, reading and writing, what the sun was and other everyday information, but beyond that, he had nothing. Professor Xavier had asked to scan his mind when he was first interviewed by the schoolmaster, and Roxas had agreed to have his mind scanned. Afterward, Professor Xavier said he thought he might have amnesia, which he was told was a condition where you couldn't remember anything. He had said his memories might return on their own, but later, when the Professor scanned him again, he said he wasn't so sure. Roxas, and everyone else, were waiting on the Professor to explain further, but the Professor had closed up on the subject.

"Watch the step."

Pulled back to his surroundings by Jean's voice, Roxas noticed he was almost at the back doors. He grunted a little as he dropped the front wheels of the walker, put a foot down the step, brought the back wheels down, then put his other foot down.

He stood there for a moment to breathe through the dull ache. He felt like his body was taking forever to get better.

They moved out the back door and went to the 'green house', which was, most notably, not green. He nodded to the first seat he laid eyes on, still needing help to sit or stand. He leant back, resting his head against the glass pane behind the bench he sat on.

"Thanks." He said with a sigh.

"Do you want anything?"

Roxas didn't look at Jean, not wanting to open his eyes. "No, I'll be fine...just need to rest."

"Okay, I'll be just outside." He couldn't see her, but he could tell from the sound of foot movement and voice distance that she had turned to Scott. "Thank you, Scott."

"You're welcome."

Roxas listened as footsteps headed away from him, one pair stopping outside the green house. Opening his eyes to look at the floor, he put his mind to work. He had wanted to go to the forest, hoping he could remember something, anything, by looking around where he 'appeared', but the green house would do. He just wanted somewhere quiet that wasn't the main building. Man, he was sick of being in there!

Anyway, he thought about what had happened in the last four weeks, which as far as he knew, was his entire life. He had arrived from somewhere he couldn't remember, with injuries from a fight he didn't recall fighting, into a place that baffled him.

His caretakers called themselves 'mutants', the next step in 'human evolution'. Mutants possessed 'powers', which manifested in a variety of ways. Jean, for instance, could move things with her mind, and Professor Xavier could read minds. Roxas understood these concepts. What he didn't understand was that they thought him a mutant as well.

When he was interviewed by the Professor, before his mind was read, he was told that he had been examined, x-rayed and CAT-scanned. They had found he had no heart, and yet his blood was still flowing normally. Roxas thought he knew something about hearts, but couldn't bring it to mind as the Professor went on to explain that the heart, in a human being, is a vital organ, one that pumps blood through the body and is the centre of emotional feeling. To be alive without one was something unheard of in nature. The only explanation that could be offered was that Roxas was a mutant, which he was told fit with his strange appearance.

But...he wasn't a 'mutant'. He was sure of it.

He groaned, the problem of his amnesia causing a headache as it spun in his head.

"Are you alright?" Called Jean.

"I'm fine." He called back. "Just sore."

He decided to try thinking about something else. He reached into his pocket and brought out a seashell. It was a small seashell, about half the size of his palm, but he took it everywhere. He had tried once or twice over the time he had been moving about to leave it in his room, but he had only ever made it a few steps before feeling overwhelmed with panic for it.

He clenched a fist. It didn't matter what he thought about, it all came back to him not remembering anything.

He looked outside. It was two o'clock at most. He wished he had something to do. He wasn't bored so much as tired of being in a body that didn't work right. He would be so bored if he knew what he liked to do with his day—

Again, back to not remembering.

He sighed. He needed something to keep his mind off this. He thought about what the other kids might be doing right now. They would be studying. This was a school, after all.

That's it! He lifted his head. I'll study!

He called to Jean, suddenly feeling more energetic.

"Yes Roxas?"

"Can you take me to the Professor?"

"Sure. Why, did you want to ask him something?"

"Yeah, but—." He grunted as he tried to stand with Jean's help. "But I'd like to ask him myself."

He took hold of the walker and followed Jean's lead.

Of course he should study while he's here, it's a school! It was the most obvious thing. He felt something resembling giddiness. The idea was so simple and obvious, yet brilliant. She would have laughed herself off the tower if she—

—heard that. Wait...who?

"Roxas?" Roxas looked to Jean, who had stopped. No, he had stopped. He was remembering something! But then, the Professor had said this would happen.

"It's nothing. Let's go."

But who was she?

"I beg your pardon?" Xavier sounded pleasantly surprised. Why wouldn't he be? He had just been asked by a youth to be allowed to study alongside the students of the school.

"I want to learn. I've got nothing else to do, and I've never...I mean, I think I've never been to school before. Can I?"

"Well, first we have to find how much you know." Xavier motored his wheelchair over to his desk. "It would defeat the purpose to put you in a class and only then find you haven't the basic understanding of the material." Xavier reached down to open a drawer.

"Uh, yeah, sure."

Xavier opened the drawer and brought a laptop up to the desk. Setting it down, he opened it and pressed the power button.

"Have any of your memories returned?" Xavier asked, not looking at Roxas.

Roxas cast his mind back to the last half hour, when he was in the garden. He wasn't sure if he had remembered anything. Sure, something came to mind, but it left as soon as it came, like a shadow in the corner of his eye.

"No." He answered, his response a little hesitant.

"Are you sure?" Xavier looked up at him this time, obviously picking up on Roxas' hesitation.

"Yes." Roxas voice was steady this time.

Xavier began typing in his password, and began to type and click through the files. He looked like he was thinking deeply as he went through the material before him.

The room seemed suddenly quiet, the clicking of Xavier's mouse adding to the awkward silence. Roxas tried not to look at the headmaster, but the look he wore on his face was disconcerting. Xavier suddenly looked up, startling him. After a stunned moment, Xavier gave a light laugh.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you. I have had a lot on my mind lately." He made a few more clicks before sitting back. "Ah, here it is. Now, the printer..."

He motored over to his printer in the corner of the room and pressed the on button, then going back to his laptop and waiting a second for the printer to register the information he wanted to print.

"These are some simple tests," Xavier explained as the printer worked. "To determine how much you know of mathematics, language, and many other school studies." The printer finished, and he collected and squared the paper.

"Do you have a pen?" Roxas asked. Xavier laughed gently.

"You not going to do the test here, Roxas, it will take you too long. I have many things to take care of, in my office, and around the school, and so do you." He put the paper into a folder before motoring around to where Roxas sat. "Here."

Roxas took hold of the folder, opening it to look at the many pages inside. He felt daunted by the amount of work presented to him, but he said nothing out of politeness.

"Thank you." He said instead.

"No, thank you." He gave Roxas a warm smile. "It isn't every day that a young man seeks knowledge, instead of taking the bits and pieces the world may give him. You, Roxas, are special in a way that goes beyond being a mutant, or even a cognitive being. You have a thirst for knowledge, and I hope that it stays healthy in you."

Roxas' face reddened at the headmaster's praise, looking away in humility.

"Thanks." He said again, a lot quieter.

Xavier nodded. "Now, off you go to study." His gaze went beyond anything in front of him as he summoned Jean telepathically. Jean had left at Roxas' request, as he had wanted to ask for his education privately. She entered with respectful form, holding her head level except when looking at the Professor.

"Jean, take Roxas back to his room. He has a lot of work to do."

Jean complied, helping Roxas to his feet. Roxas managed the feat with much more ease this time, his sprits having been lifted and his body feeling the most energetic it had ever been. Well, as far as he knew, anyway.

They made their way outside, where another instructor at the school, Logan being his name, was waiting to go inside to the Professor's office. Roxas and Logan locked eyes for a moment, Logan's face showing mistrust and Roxas' defensiveness. They moved on, Roxas looking behind him as Logan went into the office and shut the door behind him.

Did Logan dislike him for something? Had he done something wrong when they had first been introduced? Actually, Logan was like that then, as well, not saying a word to him when Xavier was introducing the senior staff of the school.

Roxas decided to put it from his mind. He had something to do now, and he was going to leap at it.

"You're moving fast all of a sudden."

Roxas looked up at Jean as they walked, replying to the observation with a kind smile.

"I'm going to start learning here." He said.

Jean stopped. "Really?" She asked, genuinely happy. "That's great news." She resumed walking alongside Roxas. "Just remember, there's no talking in class. Even if the other students want to talk."

Roxas nodded. He wasn't knew to being asked questions by the students of the school, so he had learned a few ways to get out of a conversation. Or did she mean no talking back as well? Oh, well. Only one way to find out.

"Something about him isn't right. That's all the explanation I have."

Xavier had been patiently arguing the matter of Roxas presence in the school for the last quarter hour. Xavier didn't dismiss Logan's 'feelings', he had too much respect for him, and Logan's feelings had proven invaluable in the past. But keeping the boy under lock and key?

"What you are asking of me is far too extreme for me to accept your instincts as justification. We can observe him closely, but we cannot infringe on his growth as a person. It would fly in the face of the very principles I built this institute upon."

Logan sighed. Well, grunted. It was an in-between sound. He let the tension go in his shoulders, and folded his arms loosely. Xavier could see he didn't want to give up the issue, but he saw no sensible way to continue.

"Alright," He restrained himself from saying more.

"Logan, I know he seems suspicious..." Xavier trailed off as the tension in Logan's shoulders returned. Xavier read this as him taking offence to being patronised.

"I meant no offense." He placated. "I was saying that I have found something troubling also, but even my own suspicions do not warrant suspicion of him."

"What did you find?" Logan asked, interested in finding evidence for his argument.

"I'll tell you tonight, when Scott, Jean, and Ororo have finished their classes." Xavier answered.

Satisfied, Logan gave a nod before turning to the door. He opened it and left, leaving Xavier a moment of peace. He looked at his clock. It was getting close to dinner. He should be on his way to the dining room.

Okay, chapter two up. Going on a two week minimum for updates, just so everyone knows; in case of writers block, which I have actually hit with my other story, Seven Days Till Friendship. But that story doesn't need to be finished in a hurry, as it is a lead up to another story. Regardless, back to SealedUnsealed:

My biggest fear is over-playing the 'amnesia/trying-to-remember' aspect of Roxas at the moment, which is actually harder to play out than it would seem; I have to put it in frequently enough to avoid info dumps, while at the same time not keep shoving it in everyone's faces.

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UltAce; Won't be able to do that particular battle, regardless of how epic it would be. The Organisation isn't showing up for a long time; got to introduce and tie up Magneto yet (I know I mentioned G.U.N, but they will be taken care of 'off camera', so to speak. Erik vs Charles is the bread and butter of ever x-men story). And don't worry about X23 and Roxas being rushed, I'll keep it realistic, for whatever that's worth in a story as fictional as this.

(UPDATE: Spellcheck corrections)