Roxas woke up, stretching his tired limbs as he looked around his room. His brain was slowly becoming more adapted to the Organization's weird ways. He frowned a bit and got out of bed, tugging on his cloak and the rest of his uniform as he headed for the door. He sighed, turning the knob and dreading the mission that was to come.

He traveled to the Grey Area and spotted Saix. Saix looked at him, a smirk twisting his lips. "Today you will be on a mission with Number VI."

Roxas stared at Saix stupidly for a moment. "Which one's VI again?" he asked, completely lost with this number system. "And what's the mission?"

Saix sighed and motioned towards Zexion, "That is number VI, and today your mission is a basic training mission in order to get you assimilated with the rest of the Organization and how we accomplish our goals. Number VI is proficient in magic and is quite capable of showing you how to defend yourself."

Roxas raised an eyebrow, "Where are we going?"

"The training room," Saix replied stiffly. "Until we're positive your memory is stable, we're not letting you out of this castle. Now go."

Roxas pouted slightly at the small insult but turned to spot Zexion, who was reading his Lexicon as always. He walked over and quietly asked, "So when are we going?"

Zexion closed his book with a snap and brushed a few stray strands of hair back into their usual place over his eye before answering, "Now." He held his hand up and formed a portal, waiting for Roxas to enter before going himself.

On the other side was a room Roxas hadn't been in yet, but it was obviously still part of the castle because of the white floors and walls. Roxas stared around as Zexion said, "I will be teaching you basic fighting skills, like-" He stopped when Roxas started wandering around the room. "Ahem!" Roxas turned back to him. "If you would listen, I'm teaching you basic battle techniques. In other words, how to summon your weapon and how to open dark portals."

"Why didn't you say that before?" Roxas asked, tilting his head.

Already Roxas was getting on Zexion's nerves. "If you would listen to me, I will explain."

Roxas pouted a little, noticing his attention was not up to the Schemer's standards. He looked directly at Zexion, making sure to show the other had his full attention.

Zexion nodded more to himself than to Roxas and continued, "Now for a dark portal, you lift up your hand like so, and use the darkness inside of yourself, through willpower alone, to open a rip in space. It's sort of like how Xigbar's power works."

Roxas was beyond confused, "W-what?"

Zexion sighed and looked irritated. "Close your eyes." Roxas did. "Look inside yourself for darkness."

Roxas did, but didn't find anything. He opened one eye and said, "I can't find it."

That pissed Zexion off more. "You're not looking hard enough!" he shouted, losing his composure. He took a deep breath to calm himself, then said, "Fine. We'll work on your weapon instead. Close your eyes." Roxas did as he was told. "Look inside yourself for your power."

This time, Roxas did find something. It was bright and warm. "I found it."

"Good. Now give it form. Coax it into what it should be."

The power Roxas found reacted instantly. The warmth spread from where his heart should have been, down his arm, and then something was in Roxas hand. He looked at it, stunned. It wasn't like any of the others' weapons. It was a huge Key-shaped sword. "What is this?"

Zexion looked stunned and suddenly afraid for a moment. "A... Keyblade." His eyes narrowed as he thought carefully before the reassuring teacher-like look returned to his face. "Good. You've summoned your weapon. Now try it out. Does any name come to mind?"

Roxas swung the Keyblade slightly. It was so natural in his grip. "A name?"

Zexion nodded. "Yes. All of our weapons have names. I suppose yours might have different versions, so the name is waiting to be revealed. Interesting."

Roxas nodded softly, fascinated at the Keyblade. "It's a key and a sword at the same time," he said, eyes fixed on the blade. "Keyblade... That sounds right."

Zexion nodded to himself. "Yes, that will do for now, I suppose. Let's test it, shall we?" He waved his hand, and a couple Dusks appeared.

Roxas jumped a few feet back, "W-what are those?"

Zexion sighed. "They're Dusks, lesser nobodies, the remains of humans whose hearts weren't strong enough to keep human form. Or, the possible outcome of an Organization member who doesn't listen to the Superior. Now fight."

He dropped his hand and the ziggly creatures launched themselves at Roxas. Roxas raised his Keyblade to defend himself and knocked one on the head to make it go away. The dusk disappeared. Roxas blinked. "Uh, what happened?"

"You destroyed it," Zexion replied. "Your Keyblade is especially strong against Nobodies and Heartless."

"What's a Heartless?"

"They're the darkness within a heart."

"Like us?"

Zexion sighed, flicking his hair back into place. "No, we are heartless, but not in the same sense."

Roxas frowned and held his head. "Ugh, my head. I'm so confused."

"It can be confusing," Zexion agreed. "It's a good thing you don't have to think. You just have to follow orders." He opened a portal. "That's enough for today."

"But I didn't open one of those portal things."

"Hmph. Maybe you're not ready. Good day." He stepped through the portal.

Roxas didn't know what else to do, so he followed Zexion through the portal back to the lounge. He slammed into Zexion's back and fell over with an "Umph!"

Saix chuckled a bit at Zexion's expression and nodded. "You're mission is accomplish, I presume?"

Zexion's face was set in an angry glare. "Yes. He can summon his weapon but not a dark portal."

"I suppose it's to be expected," Saix said thoughtfully, "considering who is other is. Very well. You both have the rest of your day to yourself."

Zexion spun on his heel and walked away, not looking back as he left the lounge. He didn't even notice when something fell out of his pocket.

Roxas scooped the small thing up. "A mask?" He held it to his face and wondered briefly what he looked like in it. It was white, and only covered half his face. "Wonder why he has this?" Well, it didn't matter. He had to go after Zexion and give it back.

He chased after the Schemer and once again bumped into him. Zexion whirled around. "What? Do you constantly need to run into me every five seconds?" He was obviously in a hurry.

Roxas held the mask out to him. "You dropped this."

Zexion's angry demeanor dropped instantly, and he blushed a little. "Uh...thanks Roxas."

"What's it for?" Roxas asked, confused.

The Schemer turned away, pocketting the mask. "Nothing that concerns you." He took the few steps to his door and went into his room.

"Is it a weapon?" Roxas asked, poking his head into Zexion's room.

"No." Zexion tried to close the door before Roxas could see inside, but it was too late.

The room was crowded with costumes and bookshelves, wigs and props. Half the things Roxas had never seen before. Others looked familiar but weren't quite correct. Large back drops hung from the walls. It was like looking into another world.

"Tell anyone and die," Zexion hissed.

"About what?" Roxas looked around cluelessly.

Zexion slapped his forehead. "We're not supposed to have other jobs. I act in a theater in Twilight Town."

"So?"

This was infuriating for Zexion. "So the Superior might turn me into a Dusk for breaking the rules!"

Roxas bit his lower lip in thought. "I guess... but the Superior doesn't seem like a bad guy to me."

Zexion snorted. "Good one. Oh, you're serious." He smirked, "Newbies..."

Roxas stepped more into the room and Zexion closed the door behind him. Roxas got quiet, thinking for a minute. "So you fake emotions?"

"If people with real emotions can do it, so can I," Zexion replied coolly. "I don't have the real thing getting in my way." He was getting things together. Make up, costume bits, props, a script. He stood with his bag and said, "Good day. I have rehearsal."

"Oh." Roxas stepped aside. "Um. Good luck?"

The performer rolled his eyes. "You say 'Break a leg' to actors."

"Why would I do that? Doesn't breaking legs hurt?"

Another eye roll. He heft the bag onto his shoulder and pushed Roxas out of his room.