Dawn of Nobody: Chapter 2

How I wish I could see you;

To hold you;

To feel you;

I wish we could be together; through eternity.

"Two, three, four, five, seven, ten, and eleven." The black robed man walked down a line counting the recongregated hearts. They emitted an eerie blue glow. The eight hearts illuminated the dark room. The flashing lights flickered on and off, causing a sort of ominous ambience. "Braig, Dilan, Even, Aeleus; be patient my minions, we'll be whole again soon." The disciples of Ansem just floated in the tube of hearts. "Your hearts scream redemption and sorrow. If I had a heart, this is where I'd weep for my fallen comrades." He walked over to seven, ten, and eleven. "My army will not be complete without you three. I hear the screams of agony your hearts emanate. Rest assured, you will be granted amnesty when time comes." He paused for a moment. "The ears of a nobody hear the cries of the innocents, and the dead. Bring me your trouble, and I will lay them to rest."

"Will you marry me? Will you marry me? Will you marry me?" Lerena played that moment over again, not allowing it to pass. Her heart ached for her fallen lover. "Why aren't you here with me? I love you, and I need you right now." She balled herself up in a ball. The tears flowed down her pale cheeks, and dropped off her face. The virtual Ale kept getting down on one knee. "I can't take much more of this excruciating loneliness. It's torture."

"Will you marry me?" Ale asked for the 312th time that day.

Lerena sighed and made Ale get down on his knee once more. "Will you marry me?"

"You don't know how much I miss you; how much I want you here. The real you, not just some virtual imitation." She flung her arm through the redhead. "Fucking holograms." The woman tried to kiss the virtual Ale, but her face went through. "You'll never know." She said as her eyes flowed with overwhelming tears of sorrow. The woman had given up.

"Alone in the darkness"

"A nobody; doomed to fade. Alone in the darkness, he roams seeking redemption from a world that never gave him a choice to not, or not be." A blindfolded nobody walks the outer darkness, talking to himself. "His mind plays tricks on him in retribution for his prior sins." He caries a huge sin-labeled cross on his back. The nobody slowly makes his way to nowhere.

"Forgotten and alone; how sad. How long has it been, sixteen years?" A second voice called from the darkness. "Sixteen years, seven months, twenty-one days, thirteen hours, twelve minutes and forty-nine seconds. And that still wasn't enough time to get away from you." He spoke to the voice with familiarity.

"You don't have to say it. I can smell them on you." He lowered his head as he adjusted the giant cross on his back. "I know what you want. I have it. To get it, you need me." The second voice took form. He wore a black coat like the nobody. "You smell like that guy from six years ago." The blindfolded nobody stopped walking.

"But why me? What could you possibly be seeking? I am no longer needed within your organization." He asked the robed man. He looked at his blinded compatriot.

"Perfection. I am not what I should truly be. I am neither heartless nor am I a nobody. Just caught in between differences of existence." He waved his arms around gracefully while explaining to emphasize his words.

"Immortality. I want to be a God, and rule over my empire of human, heartless, and nobody alike. A world truly fit to call my own dominion. Complete omnipotence." The robed mystery pointed to the cross that rested on the back of the nobody. It judged him, no matter where he went, it would always be there; haunting him; reminding him of his past.

"But most of all, I want revenge. The Keyblade master and friends will pay for what they did to me." He answered the blindfolded nobody who was just staring as him; although it couldn't be seen through the blindfold. "Ansem." said the blindfolded nobody. "Do not call me that. That name was stolen by the other. I cannot be called by those names, nor this human's name."

The blindfolded nobody thought to himself. "You should abandon all hopes of triumph against the Keyblade wielder. His friends are more than enough for than you. Don't you remember Xemnas?" The robed man nodded slightly. "He took on the Keybearer and his guardian, and lost. What's left of him is scattered throughout the world of nothingness. If you want to challenge the Keybearer, then you need to be complete. It's the only way." The blindfold nobody put it simply.

"You're very blunt. That's why I need you. Even if you're not a part of my organization, then just act as my advisor. My revenge doesn't have to come at a cost to you. Zexion…Ienzo; my friend. I will leave you with time to think on your answer." With that, the robed man faded to a dark shaded nothing.

"Zexion…Ienzo"

"Anyone knows why we're here?" A man with short blonde hair and a goatee looked all around the empty, white room that the group of misfits stood in. "Or at least where we're at?" Another man spoke up. This man was different than the others by a large margin. He moved a loose strand of blue hair from his face. He seemed very aggravated to be there, wherever he was. His eyes focused on the group of four across the room. "You four seem to know each other pretty well. Can any of you tell us what's going on?"

Across the room, four men in the same black robe sat together. "Are you talking to us?" A man with slicked-back, black hair with gray streaks remarked back. The other three men stood up behind him. They all were waiting to assist their friend. "What do you know about what's going on?"

The blue haired man moved closer to the four men. "Gee, I just don't know." The older man snapped back. Sensing tensions were high, the younger, blonde-haired man jumps in between the older men. "Whoa! Everyone should just calm down. There's no need for violence." He sounded like a child; more around the age of post-adolescence. "SHUT UP!" The two shouted. He younger man retreated to a corner in the room, and pouted. All the courage was knocked out of him. "I was only trying to help." His tiny voice uttered before he was interrupted.

"He mentioned something about being heartless." A voice called from one corner of the room; like it had been broken. It was a beautiful young lady. The kind, that would make you give up your 401K. The kind, that would make you write fan fics about her. She wiped a tear from her right eye, and wiped it on her robe. Lerena was indeed at the end of her rope. Constantly tormented with the thing she wants most; the memory of him.

"Look, a chick." The young man whispered to the other blonde man with the goatee, who in turn only snickered and said nothing. He moved over to the crying woman, and sat down beside her. The room was small. There was a ledge for sitting that went around all four corners.

"Hi, my name is Dyme. I'm a musician." He tried to court the sobbing lady. "I'm engaged, so you can take your weak, teenager rap with you." Lerena was offended, and shoved him down to the floor. The blue haired man and the older pepper haired gentleman took notice. "I have no time to deal with the likes of you." She wiped her face clear of all tears. At least she wasn't alone anymore, but what a bad first impression.

"Well engaged, do you have a name?" The blue haired man could only chuckle at Dyme's failure. She just sat quietly, not knowing whether to trust the new guys or not. Even though it seemed like they were in the same position as she was, Lerena still didn't want to take any chances. The older, pepper haired gentleman walked back with his group to the wall. "I think if we're going to be trapped in here together, then we at least ought to know who we're surrounded by. First off, my name is Isa." He smiled politely. Lerena snickered under her breath.

"Oh, well it seems the lass really fancies you." A man said from behind Isa. His voice was drenched in sarcasm. "The name is Durlo. Have no fear; I'll be no trouble for you. Lady Luck is the only lass for me." He smiled, but Dyme began rolling on the floor, laughing. He turned to the boy swiftly. "And I'd like to know what so funny." He stared inquisitively. "Your name…sounds like…a…LAXATIVE!" Dyme was laughing so hard, he was crying. His face turned red, and he started having trouble breathing. "Yeah, your name is Dime, but you're laughing at me." Durlo rolled his eyes at the idiot on the floor; with enough sarcasm to choke an elephant.

"You'll have to excuse him. He's an idiot." A man in the corner called. He had long, fluffy, pink hair walked over to Lerena. "Enchante" He said as he grabbed her hand, and kissed it. "I go by the name of Lumaria. But you may call me Vanity. They all do." He let go of her hand, as she snatched it away. "I'm sure they do." She regained her composure. It had been a while since she had seen anyone, let alone an attractive male. "Why do they call you Vanity?" Durlo inquired. "Because, all I do it work on my looks. I stay in the mirror constantly. It's as the writer of this fic says "Twinkle Twinkle." He fluffed his hair out more, and sat next to the Lerena, who was silently looking at her hands in shock.

"Do any of you have names?" Isa was still trying to "go commando" on the situation. "Who are you, the boss?" The pepper haired man was becoming increasingly unbearable. He stood back up, and grinned as he was ready for a fight. "Must you be so difficult? He only asked a question." Dyme wagged his finger from his corner. "SHUT UP!" The two shouted again. "Idiots don't get to speak." One of the three behind the pepper haired man moved forward to speak. "Now Braig, the little eyesore has a point. You are being quite rude." His cold, emotionless stare was brought to a forced smile. "HEY!" Dyme had just caught on.

"As if; it's obvious this blue haired freak is working with whoever's holding us here." Braig stared Isa down with his one functional eye. "You think I'd hold my own self captive? You're dumber than you look; which is pretty bad considering your poor depth perception." Isa tried to make a joke, but everyone just stared blankly. "Bad joke mate." Durlo shook his head at Isa's failure.

Awkward Silence…

"I have an idea." Dyme raised his hand. "Whoever didn't introduce themselves, should just say their name on the count of three." He smiled at the thought. Hopefully the others would agree. He didn't like the idea of violence. Just then a bulky red haired man moved across the room over to Dyme. His right eye twitched, and he wet himself. "You know, for an idiot, you've outthought some of the most brilliant scientists the world knows. It shows that you have more common sense that they do." He stares down Even and Braig. "Anyone opposes his rule?" He looks wanting someone to object. Nobody spoke up. "That's better. Then, on my count…"

1…

2…

3…

"Aeleus"

"Even"

"Dilan"

"Lerena"

The rest said at the same time. "Now there won't be anymore fighting." Aeleus stared at Isa and Braig. Nobody said anything. "Good."