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Nothing.

No light.

No color.

No sound.

No scents.

No taste.

That was all the girl knew for know, lying on what appeared to be a hospital bed. Beyond her senses were semi-opaque walls, beyond that, the emptyness of the strange infirmary. Eyes long unused were opening, adapting to the brightness. Sometimes the girl's emerald colored eyes would blank out, the thin tan film that covered them showing before closing a moment later as she blinked in confusion.

Silence, unbroken for some time, was all that filled the infirmary. Finally, the sound of faint footsteps of someone moving towards the door. Beams of light pierced the darkness as the two people slowly enetered the room. It was a elder man with long blondish-brown hair, who was followed by a young woman with short blond hair, both wearing long, black coats. They were both extremely beautiful people, but still the girl looked at them in fear.

They too, looked back in surprise. Finally, the elder man said, "So you've woken up."

The girl tried to speak, but she found no words. Instead, she slowly nodded her head. The man walked toward her and moved his hand toward her, to which she backed up.

"Don't worry." he said in response. "The last thing I want to do is hurt you. I just want to check your fever."

"I... I'm sick?" she managed to stutter. The man nodded.

"Yes. You were burning up when Demyx brought you home last night. Now, if you would be so kind?"

The girl had no idea who "Demyx" was, but if this man in front of her was really that concerned, she'd have to obey.

"There now..." the man said as he removed one of his gloves. He carefully placed it upon her head, which made her shiver from its coldness. He removed it soon afterward.

"Your fever has gone down quite considerably. You'll be fine." he said with a smile.

The girl tried to return the gesture. "Umm... I hope I'm not being rude or blunt or anything, but uh... who are you and... where the crap am I?"

"I am Vexen." the man said, mildly chuckling at her question. "And this over here is Larxene." He gestured to the blond girl, who gave a wink. "And you, my dear, are in our stronghold."

"Stronghold?"

"Yes. We are but two members of Organization XIII." Vexen noticed her confusion. "Don't worry. The Superior will be here soon to fill you in."

"The... Superior?"

"Our leader." Larxene said. "He's-" She cut herself off at the sound of footsteps. ".-here. Well, that was quick."

The infirmary door opened, and in stepped an extremely tan man with long silver hair and bright orange eyes. The girl felt some fear of him, but Vexen and Larxene greeted him well.

"Xemnas." Vexen said. "I'm glad you came."

The man, Xemnas, chuckled. "I wanted to check on our newest member." He glanced over to the girl, who respectingly climbed off the bed and walked over to him.

"H-Hello." she stammered, lowering her head.

Xenmas took her hand and smiled. "Now now, there's no need to be frightened, young one. You are among friends. Now then, would you please give me your name?"

The girl froze.

...What's my name again?

It started with an "R"... didn't it?

"I-It's... Rena?" she said reluctantly.

"No, no." said Xemnas. "That was the name of your Somebody. You have a different name now that you're a Nobody."

The girl didn't know what he meant by "Somebody" or Nobody", but tried hard to figure out her name. "I... I don't know... I..."

"Don't think so hard." Larxene said, noticing her frustration. "It'll just come to you."

The girl calmed down and tried again, this time ending with a more confident answer.

"...Naxre."

"I see." Xemnas said, patting her hand. He let it go and turned to Vexen. "You said that Demyx is the one who found her?"

"Yes, sir."

"Very well. She shall be put in his care. Be sure to inform me should anything go amiss." He turned to Larxene. "But for now, Larxene, for obvious reasons, I want you to take Naxre in until we get her room ready."

Larxene laughed. "Of course. I understand." She turned to Naxre, who had just seen how torn her clothing was from the Heartless attack. "C'mon now. We gotta get you fixed up."

Naxre nodded, and followed Larxene out the door.

Vexen turned to Xemnas. "Something tells me that we're all going to like that girl."

Xemnas nodded in agreement. "Yes, but the question is if she will survive."

"True. The last few Nobodies were quickly eliminated." Vexen commented. "But Xemnas... what do you plan to do if she does make it through?"

Xenmas smiled. "Well... we wouldn't be "Organization XIII" anymore, now would we?"


Once outside, Larxene and Naxre were approached by another black coated man. Well, he was really semi-coated, since he was having difficulties trying to get his left arm through the other sleeve. He was young, the same age as Naxre, with dirty blond hair that was cropped up on his head and blue eyes. He was panting heavily; he must have run for a long time to get here.

"Demyx, it took you long enough!" Larxene said. Naxre looked at her.

"This is Demyx?" she whispered.

"Yup." Larxene whispered back. She returned her attention to Demyx, who could breathe at a normal rate again.

"Did the Superior say anything?" he asked, getting his arm through the sleeve and starting to zip the coat.

"Yeah. He said since you found her, you gotta take care of her."

"O... K..." Demyx didn't understand why he had to be chosen. Everyone knew he wasn't the most... experienced Organization member. "Where is she?"

"Right behind me." Larxene moved to the side so Demyx could see Naxre. "Demyx, Naxre. Naxre, Demyx."

It was strange what happened the following moments. The two Nobodies seemed to have stopped all other body functions except their eyesight, for they were doing nothing but staring at each other, eyes wide.

"Whoa..." Demyx thought, his mouth gaping a bit. "She's... pretty... like... really REALLY pretty..." (A/N: I bet you Demyx has a party in his pants! XD)

"Sweet merciful crap!" Naxre thought. "I knew from looking at Larxene and Vexen that the other people in... where ever I am would probably be good looking too, but... he's... wow..." She tried to force away a blush from her cheeks, but it showed anyway. She didn't even seem to notice that Demyx was blushing as well.

However, Larxene noticed it. Her head darted back and forth, and her eyes widened in realization. "I think I smell love!" she thought happily, hiding her smile.

She didn't do a good job of that though, as Naxre finally broke from her gaze and saw the girlish grin.

"What are you smiling about?"

"N-N-Nothing!" Larxene stammered. She grabbed Naxre's arm and said to Demyx, "Well, I'd best be gettin' Naxre to my room! See ya!" And she dashed down the hallway, Naxre falling behind her.

Demyx snapped out of it once it hit him that Naxre was gone. He reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out her microphone. He had been holding on to it while she was in the infirmary, and it had been his whole reason for coming to visit until he heardthe Superior was there. (A/N: The Organization members only wear their coats when they're on mission, or are talking to the Superior. Otherwise, they can wear what they want.) Just looking at the thing brought her image back to his mind.

Once again, there was that "dun-dun" feeling in his chest. But this time, he listened to it.

Though Nobodies didn't have hearts, Demyx knew that they were still capable of emotion, imitating it at the least. But... this was different. He knew this wasn't pretend. He just didn't know what it was, exactly.

Stuffing the mic back in his pocket, he walked back to his room, Naxre still on his mind.


Larxene panted, but it was all good. She had such good blackmail against Demyx now! What would she force hm to do first? Do her laundry? Handle all her asingments for the next year? Pre-chew her food? OK, definitely not that last one. But oh, decisions, decisions...

"Uhh... Larxene?" Naxre asked.

"Huh?" Larxene asked. She turned to Naxre, who was pointed at the couch in Larxene's room. There were two more boys sleeeping on it; one was around Naxre's age, with spiky red hair and green marks under his eyes, the other was younger with pointed light brown hair. Unlike Larxene, they were not wearing the coats; the red haired guy was wearing baggy black pants with a sleevless green T-shirt, and the brown haired kid wearing tan cargo pants and a light blue Polo-shirt. Larxene rubbed her temples in annoyance.

"Are they... more of the Organization?" Naxre asked.

"Unfortunatley..." Larxene said as she walked over to the red-head, propped his head up, and screamed, "AXEL! YOU AND YOUR LOVER BETTER WAKE UP, DAMMIT!"

The red-head, Axel, awoke with a start. He hand jerked up, and from it came fire. Naxre looked in horror as the fire caught to the brown haired kid's shirt, who then woke up screaming. Larxene grabbed a glass of water that rested on a dresser and splashed it on him.

The boy looked at his shoulder to see any burn. Thankfully all that was burned was his shirt. "Man..." he moaned. "This was my favorite shirt too!"

Larxene crossed her arms. "Serves you right, Roxas. Anyway, what were you and Axel doing in my room AGAIN? Can't you guys hang out or make out or whatever you do in one of your rooms?"

"WE ARE NOT LOVERS!" Roxas yelled.

"We were just waiting for you to come back, obviously!" Axel stated. "Now..." He turned to Naxre. "Meh who-zeh her?"

"Axel, quit doing that. It gets more annoying everytime." Larxene said. "As for who this is, she is our newest member Naxre!" Naxre smiled and waved meekly.

"Sweet!" Roxas said. "I'm not the new kid anymore!"

"Roxas, you haven't been "the new kid" for months." Axel corrected.

"So?"

"Point taken."

"Ya know, that's really wacky, guys..." Larxene said in a nice tone, "...but here's an idea! How about I let Naxre change into some new clothes, huh?"

"OK."

"Sure."

The two of them didn't go anywhere.

"...Hello?"

"What?" Axel asked. "...Oh! Right. Sorry!"

They ran out the door, but of course, Roxas poked his head back in and said, "Nice meeting you Naxre!"

"GET OUT OF HERE ALREADY!" Larxene screamed. Roxas narrowly avoided the group of electrocuting darts that was thrown at him.

Naxre stared. "Not all that sure I want to know, but who was that?"

Larxene started to rumage through her closet looking for some spare clothes while putting her coat away, revealing her white tank top, blue mini-skirt and black boots. "Axel and Roxas, numbers VIII and XIII, the Flurry of Dancing Flames and the Key of Destiny, etecera, etecera. They're best friends, but I just call 'em lovers to poke fun." She took out a shirt and held it up to Naxre. "Nah, that's too big..."

Naxre thought about it. "Soo... would that make me number XIV?"

"No, not yet anyway. Xemnas has make sure you got the right stuff." Larxene took another shirt and held it up. "That'll work..." she mumbled, tossing it on her bed.

"What do you mean "the right stuff"?"

"We can't just let anyone in the Organization, for some reason. I don't know the details."

"Oh... what number are you Larxene?"

"XII. Vexen is IV, Xemans is I, and Demyx is IX."

Naxre rubbed her head. "This is really confusing..."

Larxene picked up a pair of capris, which went the same way as the shirt. She stood up and put a hand on Naxre's shoulder. "I know. Its weird at first, but you'll get it son enough."

"OK..." Naxre said reluctantly. "But... we do we need to use Roman Numerals again?"

"Beats me. Now c'mon and change, I have to show you around."

"Right..."

Larxene gave Naxre the clothes she picked out and directed her to a bathroom on the other side of her room. Naxre walked in and removed her torn clothing, replcing them with the clothes Larxene provided. As she changed, something came to her mind.

"Hey, Larxene?" she said through the door.

"Please, Naxre. We're both girls here. Call me Xeenie."

"OK... Well, "Xeenie"... what is this place anyway?"

"The Castle That Never Was."

Naxre walked out of the bathroom. "Sounds inviting."


The chapter wasn't as long as intended, but I wanted to post again right away. AND YOU GUYS STILL ROCK! -tears up again-