Don't be shocked by the unexected loop I'm throwing at you. You'll see when you read further. I honestly didn't pan on updating TBW this soon. As usual I only own the plot. Be prepared people, the chapters won't be updated as much. I have to finish another part of the trilogy and at least start Hero.

On a side note, I'm thinking of rewriting Simple and Clean. I think that was my worse writing ever. What do you think? As usual reviews are appreciated.

Fuck. He was beyond confused and he was just about ready to demand an explanation from the blue haired nobody. Or should he say wolf. He had to focus. He was after all backing the blue lycan up, firing arrows at the black wolf as it snapped at the second in command. He could hear the struggle between his comrades and the other wolf. He knew he was nearing his limits. So what better time to use his limit break? He smirked. "Hey, Luna boy. Get down!"

Saix didn't need to be told a second time as he stole a small glance over his shoulder. His hand wrapped around the black wolf's left forelimb and he slung him to the ground, rolling away as he heard the trigger being pulled. He wanted to laugh when he heard the pained howl from the alpha.

"Saix, we have to go. Now." He let out a growl of frustration as he slung back into the newly formed portal. He knew he was in trouble even as he stepped out. Now for the onslaught.

"What the fuck was that?" He had shifted back to human, tugging his cloak down despite its terrible condition. He could see they were keeping a few feet back. Out of fear, surprise, or other he didn't know.

"You guys weren't suppose to see that."

Xaldin had glared at him, snatching a bit of the leather like material in hand and shoving him against the wall. He could feel the Sharpshooter's gun against his neck. His gaze traveled to Marluxia who stared at him with something akin to fear and horror. He felt uncomfortable under the slate haired nobody's gaze.

"Let him go." Saix blinked. Surely Zexion was joking? Seemed like the lancer and gunner were thinking the same thing. "Let him go. Threatening doesn't do anything in this situation."

Begrudged No.3 let him go taking a few steps back, still tense in case this turned bad. Well worse.

"So Saix care to explain what that was?"

"Me turning into a werewolf. Of course you don't believe in such things. None of you do but you saw the proof."

"I never said I didn't. That's quite the assumption to make." His amber eyes connected with the calm blue ones. "There will always be things unknown whether it be a creature or plant, there's always going to be things we don't know. So how long?"

"Since I became a Nobody."

"And you've been able to keep this from us for that long huh. Interesting." Zexion tapped his finger against his chin.

"I need some fresh air." He ignored the sharpshooter's protests and walked out.

The moment he went into the forest he shifted. He needed to get away. He refused to stop running through the thick brush, stopping after arriving into a hidden clearing. The realization that he had exposed himself was still sinking in. Surely Xemnas would kill him when he got back if he wasn't killed here. Even if he didn't there would always be that feeling in the back of everyone's mind: he's a beast. Beast are dangerous. Beasts should be killed.

"What are you thinking about Saix?" He tensed. How had he not noticed the Schemer before? His eyes turned to look at the figure as his superior leaned against one of the trees. He could see a smirk on his face and a growl slipped out his mouth at it.

"I came here to be alone."

"It's late. Big bad wolf or not, even you have your moments of weakness. You sure you weren't drawn here by how strong the moon's shining?"

"Leave." the words came out in a snarl as he took a step towards the shorter nobody, bristling.

And the smirk grew as Zexion took a few steps forward. "Make me."

That had set a fuse off as the blue wolf leapt at him. But something wasn't adding up. It should have been easy to pin the slate haired man. He felt himself being pushed off and had let out a snarl. But at that moment it caught in his throat. He was speechless. He could see the laughter in the blue eyes but his lupine features didn't hide the amused look.

It was him. Zexion was the same thing as him. The slate shaggy fur, the blue intense eyes. The brown nose on his muzzle. He hadn't expected him to be one.

"Wolf got your tongue Saix?" He stared as the wolf took a few steps forward, eyes still locked with his own. Zexion cracked a crooked grin over his shoulder at the larger wolf. "Really now Saix, it should have sunken in by now. I always knew you had lycan blood in you, I just never had a confirmation. Let it sink in that we are the same, more than you originally thought. I expect you to be back at the room by the time I return. I'll be back. Until then stay puppy." With a devious chuckle, the slate wolf ran off into the deeper parts of the forest.

It had been another hour before the second in command made it back to their shared room. Even as he lay there, he couldn't help but ask how. How had Zexion of all people become a werewolf? Maybe that was the one question he would never know the answer to. He felt a bit of the suspense from his secret being exposed finally catching up to him. Saix rolled over and pulled the covers up to his neck. It had been a few more hours before he heard the other walk in. He stayed perfectly still as he listened to the slate haired sigh and discard multiple layers of clothing. He felt his ear twitch as he heard his superior climb into bed. He closed his eyes and suppressed a shudder. Tomorrow was another day, one that he knew was stained by today's actions. But he had to start thinking of a way to make amends with himself and the others. He couldn't walk away from this, from his own mistake. With that thought in mind, the blue haired nobody drifted to sleep.