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The first thing Zexion was consciously aware of was the gentle petter-patter of rain against the windows of the library. This startled him, as he was not aware he'd fallen asleep. Grey eyes opening wide, Zexion pushed himself up in his chair. Before him was his book, the cover open, and the single line he'd written however long ago glaring up at him. With a stretch and a yawn, he picked up his quill and turned to a blank page. Still weary, he began.

As stated before, to lose one's heart equals death and from the proverbial ashes rises a shell of the being that once was. Now, this is where the subject of a Nobody truly perplexes me. Should one have been weak of heart, this shell becomes naught but a malformed, inhuman shape. These beings of in-between are exceedingly similar in behaviour to a Heartless – and, while a Heartless can be controlled by one engulfed in darkness, a low-level Nobody can be manipulated by another Nobody.

But, should one that was strong of heart have perished, the shell that is left behind will become animate, taking instead a human form. And, while these forms may be human in appearance, they lack one thing that separates them from denizens of the light: hearts.

Zexion stifled yet another yawn as he pressed ever onward.

In this way, Heartless and Nobodies are similar. Both species long for hearts, but each has their own uses for them. A Heartless is insatiable in its lust for hearts, clawing and ripping their way through anything and everything that should prevent them from getting a taste of what they desire. They feed off of hearts, subsist off them. A Nobody, on the other hand, wishes for that which they are missing. That is all they want, as meaningless as the end result may be.

He felt like there was something more, something else he should be adding.

"There must be something I'm missing..." he muttered under his breath, slumping in his chair. It would be another five full minutes before the answer dawned on him: Abnormalities in the non-existence of a Nobody.

Though it is rare, a Nobody can be created under variant circumstances. There are only two known cases of this occurring, and Organization XIII has apprehended both instances; the foremost being the memory witch, Naminé, and the latter being Number XIII: The Key of Destiny, otherwise known as Roxas.

Kairi, Naminé's Somebody (for in Organization XIII, we often refer to our original beings as our 'Somebody'), was what is known as a 'Princess of Heart', or a girl with an exceptionally strong heart and held as the authoritative figure in their originating world. As such, when Kairi lost her heart to one of her dearest friends, it was the fated Keybearer who was chosen to retain it, rendering her, through all technicality, a Heartless.

This spawned the Nobody, Naminé. Roxas was soon to follow.

Finally, Sora had been reunited with his friends, only to discover soon thereafter that Riku had been possessed by a being that called himself Ansem and Kairi was lifeless, for her heart had been taken by the shadows.

It was only through the subsequent discovery of the Reverse Keyblade that Sora released the hearts of the seven Princesses, thus reviving Kairi, but at the cost of his own existence.

Sora did in fact become a Heartless, and spent several moments in this state. Alas, his heart was too pure to remain a Heartless, and with the assistance of Kairi, he once more obtained a corporeal form. These key moments were crucial to the birth of Roxas, and Number XIII was later discovered lying unconscious in front of the abandoned manor in Twilight Town.

Zexion yawned heavily, the action forcing him to stop what he was doing. 'Just a little more,' he thought. 'I'm almost finished.' The very thought filled his tired body with anxiety, for he really, really just wanted to get to bed.

Further investigation is required for Organization XIII as a whole to fully comprehend the existence of Naminé and Roxas.

A Nobody is simply that which is not meant to exist, yet through some ironic and cruel act of fate, we continue to be. That is, until we fade once more into darkness, for it was from whence we came, and from whence we shall ultimately return.

Laying his quill beside the book, he wearily stood and practically staggered from the library. He was finally, finally able to go to bed.


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