Even in the realm of darkness, there was a beach. This beach was one of the few places that had any sort of light, which was ironic for this world. The water was, in all ways, the same. It sounded the same, felt the same, smelled the same, and looked the same. Even though the darkness was seen as evil by many beings, all of those people would say that this sight was beautiful. But none of this mattered to him.

"This world, forever shrouded in darkness. Yet, there's light, to illuminate its surroundings. How ironic. The darkness requires light, but they do not seem to understand that light needs darkness in equal measure. I almost feel sorry for them." he said in a old craggly voice. He sat on a rock, looking out over the water, not glancing at the two unconscious bodies to his left.

"Shouldn't you be wearing a cloak?" a much younger voice asked behind him. The figure that questioned this man was wearing the black cloak that protected the wearer from the darkness. But the sitting man mearly shook his head.

"I am embracing the darkness around me. With that cloak, I wouldn't be able to become as powerful as I seek to be in order to accomplish my goal." he said, slowly. He stood up and faced the cloaked man, who stood amongst seven other cloaked figures. The hooded one who spoke was familiar with this old man, but the six others knew who he was by name, but not in any other way. All eight of the hooded figures had their weapons drawn, for they had just recently defeated the female Keyblader and old man. Among those weapons were: two Arrowguns, a pair of Lances, a Shield of Ice, an Axe Sword, a Spiked Claymore, a Sitar, a Scythe, and Wrist mounted Knives.

"So who's here and who's not?" the old man asked. All the hooded figures took their hoods off simultaneously, showing their faces. The old man smiled and named off the figures by their real names. "Braig, Dilan, Even, Aeleus, Isa, Myde, Lumaira, and Relena. So you have stayed loyal even after you regained...wait. Some of you don't have your hearts yet, I can sense it." He eyed four of the people, Dilan, Aeleus, Isa and Relena.

"You wish to find your hearts?" he asked all of them. Dilan, Aeleus, and Isa nodded, but Relena frowned and looked off to the side. The old man noticed her and walked over. "You're a first. A nobody who does not want her heart back. I'm certain I want to hear as to why, Relena."

"The name's Larxene, you old bag" she sternly, not looking at him. "The reason I don't want my heart back, is because while I had one, I felt miserable. When my world was consumed by darkness, thanks to your heartless, a certain 'friend' of mine said she'd never leave me behind. But guess what happened." She unkowingly was clenching her fist during her explanation.

"Is that all?" the old man asked.

"Look Xehanort!" she snapped turning to the old man, "I don't care how tragic your story is. But to me, being left behind by the only person you trust is one of the most horrible things that can happen. I was left in the darkness for who knows how long before I was found by Xigbar"

"The name's Braig!"

"I love your anger" Xehanort spoke, "I think you'll be very helpful in achieving my goal"

"What makes you think I'll help you?"

"Because you have nothing without me." Xehanort stated smartly, turning around, walking towards the two bodies still lying unconscious on the shore.

"I'm a Nobody, I already have nothing" Larxene said, in gloomier tone.

"Yes. But when I rule it all, I'll give all my loyal followers somethings they deserve, somethings they desire" Xehanort leisurely picking up the Keyblade that laid next to the blue-haired female on the ground.

"What is that one thing you'll give each of us?" Even spoke up, speaking what the rest of the group was thinking.

Xehanort swung the Keyblade in a skillful way before planting it into the ground. Holding out his hand, and in a flash of black fire, his Keyblade appeared. Without warning he disappeared, only to reappear behind Even. Before anything else could happen, he plunged his Keyblade through Even's back, all the way out the front. Even let out a cry of pain, before his entire being was sucked into the Keyblade.

All the other members backed off from where Even used to be standing. Xehanort let out a small chuckle.

"So our prize is...death?" Myde asked, obviously scared.

"No. Your prizes are the two things that Even doesn't have anymore, freedom and his life." Xehanort said grinning.

"Freedom?" Dilan asked.

Xehanort held out his Keyblade, not threatening anyone. "Listen" is all Xehanort said. All of them got a little closer to the Keyblade, not knowing what to expect. They leaned close, but not too close.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGH"

They all jumped back at the blood curdling scream. They knew it was Even who screamed, but they didn't know where he was. While they stood there stunned, Xehanort let out a satisfied laugh. They looked at him, confused.

"You're all wondering where Even is." He said as if he's asking. "Well, he's in my Keyblade" , he held it out, showing it off.

"How did you do that?" Aeleus asked.

"That's a story for another time, we're already behind schedule. Oh, and the other reason I killed Even is because we needed one more space open." he then held up his hand, and five dark portals opened. Each portal had one figure step out. All were wearing the black cloak, except for one, but his outfit and skin seemed to be the same shade of black.

"Everyone, I'd like you to meet our newest members in Organization XIII. Vextos, The Soulles Iron. Mythotix, The Cunning Beast. Xita, The Seductive Spy. Baxtor, The Bloodthirsty Giant. And Xerbozus, The Remnant of a Cold Heart."

Vextos was as tall as most of the members of Organization XIII. He had a slightly bigger build from the looks of it. He had a short cut hair, a relaxed look on his face, and for some reason wore glasses. He donned off his hood and did a slight head bow "Pleasure to be on the winning side."

Mythotix was identical to Vextos in every way, with the exception that his face was less rounded, he didn't wear glasses, and his face always had a stern look on it that never went away. He took off his hood and merely said "Sup"

Baxtor was, surpisingly, a giant. He was two heads taller than Aeleus and was just as bulkier. What a strong man like him was doing under Xehanorts command, not one could know. Without taking off his hood, he let out a small chuckle before doing a full bow.

Xita was truly beautiful woman. Her long charcoal black hair flowed down her back to her waist. Her body was the ideal figure all woman hoped, slender but brimming with health. She had dark brown eyes, and with those she winked towards Marluxia "Good to be with all of you"

Xerbozus remained quiet with his arms crossed, leaning against a tall rock. He wore what appeared to be armor on the front part of his body, his fore-arms had spiked protectors on them, he had mask covering his nose and mouth, and his eyes had a pale white glow. His presence seemed... not right to everyone.

"What's the plan?" Braig asked after looking through the newe recruits.

"That's for me to know right now, but trust me, it'll all work out if you do as I say.", he then formed twelve black cards in his hand and tossed one to everyone around, each of them catching it and reading it.

"Each of these cards have an assignment for you. Follow them. When the task is completed report to me. Disobey, and you'll have a chat with Even." he instructed with a little grin. "Before we start, Aeleus and Dilan," pointing towards the two unconscious people, "bring them to the dungeon in Radiant Garden, and make sure you have her Keyblade." They nodded and proceeded.

"For now, I bid you adue, my loyal companions" Xehanort said as he, Aeleus, and Dilan disappeared in the same portal. The rest of the newly revived Organization members also opened their portals to their respective mission destinations. After a moment, the realm of darkness was back to the way it was before this conversation occured.

Silent.