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A Nobody's Love

Chapter 4: His View

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Darkness surrounds him, enveloping him in a comforting embrace. He can feel the pain in his hands after he repeatedly pushed against the white doors of light. The burning sensation that it caused on his palms and he persisted on, trying to find salvation in the light. Now, they only ached. The pain was a pleasant reminder that he could feel something.

The darkness that had caressed his body and wrapped around him in a warm blanket soon dissipated. It drew away from him, leaving him cold. It only got colder when he felt something fall on his skin. It was…

"Is that… rain?" he asked himself, his bright sunset colored eyes turning upward, feeling the cool droplets on his skin. Suddenly, lightning struck. It illuminated his surroundings, allowing him now only to see where he was, but also himself for a brief moment. After that, I began to become lighter, brighter even. His eyes began to adjust to the darkness.

His skin was tan, and his long silver strands contrasted with it almost beautifully. But, his looks did not matter to him. He was in an alleyway. He briefly wondered where he was before his hair at the nap of his neck began to stand on end. He recognized this sign as one of fear, but he felt none. However, he trusted the feeling and left the alleyway as fast as he possibly could. He was in danger and he knew it. He ran and ran as fast as he could until he came to a dead end, a cliff in the road to be exact. But, he gasped at the sight.

In front of him was a large white castle, seemingly floating over the city. The brightness nearly blinded him, but he could not bring himself to look away. It loomed over the city, ominous yet comforting.

"So, there is light here?" he thought. He could not stare at the castle for long. Not because it hurt his eyes, but because he heard something. Or, rather someone…

"Excuse me. Are you lost?" came a soft voice of a child. He turned and stared down at the being in front of him. At first glance, one would see the boy as plain and unmemorable. However, he was captivated. Those bright green eyes that stared up at him were even more beautiful than emeralds or even Russian diopside. The boy's glasses almost hid them, as well as the inky black hair. His skin was so pale that it glowed, casting a little light around him.

The most notable thing about this child was the scars on his body. They were thin and almost imperceptible, but they were there. It was almost like someone… He found himself shivering at the thought. Why? This child only had to be about what? Eight?

"Sir, are you lost?" the boy repeated, looking him up and down with concerned eyes. They widened when they reached his hands. "You are hurt. Come with me. I'll heal them right up." There, in that melodic voice, he found that he could not find it in him to disobey, but he did.

"No," he replied though halfheartedly. The boy seemed puzzled at his reaction. Then he seemed a little irritated. "Who are you?" he asked. The boy opened his mouth to answer and said-

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Xemnas reached over and slammed his fist against the damned alarm clock, breaking it I the process. He grumbled and turned over in his bed, bringing the covers around him. Suddenly the door slammed open and a man with bright blue hair, yellow eyes, and an X on his face walked in with a tray.

"Good morning, Superior," he said in a monotone like voice. Xemnas heard him set the tray down on the table and pause. "Sir, may I ask why you deemed it fit to break your alarm clock… again." He obtained no answer from the man. He sighed. "Sir, this is the third time this week. I know you miss our friend Ahrxri, but…" Before he could even finish, the blue-haired male got slammed with a pillow. Said pillow slid down his face and then fell to the floor in a beaten mess. The yellow eyed man just stared at him until finally saying, "Very mature, sir."

"Don't talk about him," Xemnas ordered and sat up in the bed. The covers slid down, revealing a nicely toned body and strong muscles. "How is his replica coming along, Saïx?" Saïx rolled his eyes and picked up the pillow from the floor.

Placing it on the bed, he said, "I'm not sure. Vexen has not turned in his report yet." Xemnas said nothing for a long time. He merely looked out of his large windows to the sky. There, looming over the city, the castle and the darkness, was the luminescent, heart-shaped moon. Then his eyes fell past it and down to the vast, endless city below. He could see the darkness curling, moving, plotting. He did not want to see such a view. He wanted to see those bright green eyes again. He suddenly felt exhausted again, longing for rest.

"Sir, if I may," Saïx said suddenly, bringing Xemnas out of his thoughts. "Why do you wish for Ahrxri to return so quickly? He has only just left. As I recall, you yourself have gone on missions longer than five days."

"As I recall, I can make it to where you won't come back for five weeks if you don't drop the topic," Xemnas threatened absentmindedly. Saïx nodded and stepped back a little.

"As you wish, sir. I will go and check on Number IV's progress," Saïx informed.

"Very well. Do not disturb me for the rest of the day. Also, go over the reports for me," Xemnas continued.

"Yes, Superior," the blue-haired man answered. Xemnas dismissed him, listening for him to leave before letting out a sigh. He thought about the dream that he had before Saïx woke him. It was the first time he had ever dreamed about that day. Hell, it was the first dream he'd had since the boy left. It was the day they had met. The day he first became a Nobody…

The scene shifted before his eyes. Everything around him changed and he once again found himself reveling in the memory. Darkness entered the room, distorting the white and grey walls into dark brick ones of an alleyway. Xemnas stood and the floor under his feet shifted to cold concrete. He could practically feel the freezing rain on him again, soaking through his clothes. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh. When he opened then, he stood before the little eight year old again.

"Who are you?" he asked. The boy opened his mouth to answer.

"I am Nobody," he replied a little sadly, turning away a little. The tan man took a step forward, getting a better look at the other. The boy did not notice him at first. Then, as he drew closer, the boy's eyes bolted forward and he jumped back a few steps. Xemnas saw the reaction and studied him for a moment.

"Surely you do have a name. Everyone has a name. So, why don't you tell me yours?" he encouraged. The boy's eyes flickered over him. He could tell the boy was calculating the danger he posed. Slowly, the boy's tense shoulders relaxed.

"I have no name, none that is worth anything to me. I despise my name," the raven haired boy spat. Xemnas couldn't help but smile at this act. They actually had something in common.

"If you hate it so much? Why not change it?" he asked. They boy's eyes widened and he seemed to think this over. "If it makes you feel better, I hate my name too," he added. The boy didn't tense as he took another step forward.

"What… would I change it to?" the boy asked slowly.

"Anything you wish. Here, I have an idea. Why don't I take my name Ansem and just switch around the letters and add an 'x'?" he asked. The boy looked confused.

"Ansem? Is that your name?" he asked softly. The silver-haired man nodded. "So… your new name would be Xemnas, right?" The tan man thought about that for a moment, then he nodded. "How could you like that name? I just made it up!" the boy suddenly yelled. Xemnas looked up with a shocked expression. "Why? I shouldn't be able to name you! I have no right!"

Xemnas blinked. "No right? Why would you say that? Of course you do." The boy looked taken aback. Then Xemnas kneeled down to look the boy in the eye. "Don't think you don't have the right to. You have offered to help me, and I have rudely turned you down. The least I can do in return for your kindness is to give you this."

"I have done nothing," the other argued. "You have every right to turn me down, rudely even since you don't know me." Xemnas just stared at him for a moment then chuckled deeply. "What's so funny?" he snapped.

"Well, if you see it that way. Then I'll just have to name you. An eye for an eye after all," he said. The boy seemed dumbfounded for a few moments.

"You… want to name me?" he asked slowly, with a hint of hope.

"Why not? You named me," Xemnas smiled and held out his hand. "What's you real name?" The raven haired boy looked from the hand to Xemnas's eyes and back. Slowly he took it and answered. Xemnas noted how soft and warm the boy's hands were. He could also see the faint scars on them as well, like he had been burned. So this boy also touched the door…

"Harry," he whispered.

"Hmm. That's a nice name. Why would you want to change it?" Xemnas asked.

"It's a long story," Harry said softly but firmly. "You said you were going to name me?"

"Yes," Xemnas said and thought over all the possibilities of the boy's name. "How about… Ahrxri?" The boy said nothing for the longest of moments.

"I guess that's okay," Harry replied and pulled of Xemnas's hand. "Follow me. I'll take you somewhere warm and dry. I'll also heal your wounds for you."

"Thank you," Xemnas said as he was directed toward to cliff. Just as the boy came to the edge of the cliff, a new path appeared and lead up toward the bright castle. Ahrxri assured him that he was alright, but he didn't funny trust the path that was almost transparent under his feet. When they finally make it to the castle, the doors opened and the boy led him in.

The world faded away from Xemnas's eyes and revealed his room again. The castle back then seemed so lonely and empty. Now there were so many people here, people like them. Xemnas looked to the sky, staring at the moon that had only recently been created. The beautiful, heart shaped moon that towered over them. The castle was the beacon in the darkness, and the moon was their ray of hope.

"You don't deserve to be with those people," Xemnas spat, but the thought of those beautiful eyes calmed him. "You belong here, with us, with me…"

"What about you?" came a voice from overhead. Xemnas's eyes narrowed and he looked up. There, standing on the ceiling, was an annoying pain in the ass, named Xigbar. He had bright yellow eyes and black hair with a couple of stripes of white. Grinning down at him, Xigbar continued. "Hey, sleepy head! You know, I've never seen you in your PJ's before. If you ask me, it sort of suits- Hey! No need to be violent!" Xigbar disappeared for only a second before reappearing on the other side of the room. He stared at the spot he has once been, his grin wiped off his face. There were two ethernal blades that now occupied the space.

"I told VII that I wished not to be disturbed," Xemnas said lowly. "Did he not inform the rest of you?" Xigbar relaxed a little and smiled playfully again.

"I dunno. He said he had something important to say before I popped out here to meet you?" Xemnas shook his head. This man was worse than IX at times, and that was saying something…

"Get out," Xemnas said simply, turning away to look back at the sky. Xigbar, being the suicidal idiot he is, ignored it.

"You okay man? You seem a little down?" he replied. Xemnas's brow twitched, but he said nothing. "Is it about the new little guy? What was his name again? Arrxhi? Arrixh?"

"Ahrxri," Xemnas corrected before the man butchered his name further.

"Yeah him. Does it have something to do with him?" Xigbar asked. "Don't tell me the brat screwed something up or something because he's gonna be-"

"Ahrxri has not made a single mistake so far. Now I suggest that you leave before I decided to give you another scar on that ugly mug of yours," Xemnas said lowly. Xigbar was taken aback for a moment. He studied his superior for a few more moments before smirking.

"Fine. Whatever you say, Superior. I'll leave you here to think about superior stuff or even that nice piece of ass you're tapping." Xigbar disappeared right as Xemnas threw his desk at the man. He cursed when the man fled the room and promised to get him back for it later. Right now he needed to get dressed and get some work done.

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Harry laid down on his bed and only wished for a good night's sleep. However, he knew that he wouldn't rest well. He was too cautious, too aware of his surroundings. The teen didn't trust this place or its people. He feared that they knew who or what he was and was planning his demise. I'm becoming paranoid… Harry thought to himself, rubbing his eyes after taking off his glasses. Just as he laid his head down, he whispered a spell that would put a barrier around his bed.

Sighing, he closed his eyes to go to sleep, praying that his screams would go unheard through the walls he created.

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