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No. XI – Marluxia
He wondered around half-dazed among the foliage. He had no idea where he was or how he got here. It was dark and cold on his bare skin. His feet were becoming blistered as he stepped on the ice and rocks.
He was in a forest he thought. He had no sense of how large it was or where exactly he was in it, but he had kept walking in a straight line in hopes of running into some sort of civilization. He wanted to at least see a person.
Tired of walking, he stopped and sat down. He remembered his name was Auramil. He remembered that he lived in a quiet valley with friends and family. Everything was peaceful until those small creatures with yellow eyes started to come out of the shadows.
They destroyed everything, but yet he yielded to them so wouldn't have to share the same fate as the rest. Now he was in the middle of nowhere, mysteriously with no clothes on. Also, he noticed that his hair was longer and that it had a pinkish hue.
The people he left behind were taken by the darkness themselves. He wanted to feel sorry for them, but yet something prevented him from doing so. He tried to think about them, but yet he couldn't produce an emotion of sadness or anything that he wanted. Something was missing, but yet he couldn't put his finger on it.
Now that he had this thought in his mind, he continued to wonder about it. What was missing from him?
He then heard a noise coming from ahead. He got up.
The sound was light and sounded like a wire being plucked. It was music from a guitar.
This confused Auramil. He had been wondering around for hours but yet now he had finally discovered another being. He ran towards the music.
The music was at it's loudest when he entered an opening. There was a boulder in front of him. Sitting on top of it was a blond levelheaded man wearing a black coat. He was playing a peculiar looking guitar with a cross-like insignia at the top.
The man looked down at Auramil. "Hmm… I think I know exactly what would look good on you." He snapped his fingers.
There was a poof of purple smoke around Auramil and he found himself wearing a black coat similar to what the man with the guitar had on.
Auramil pointed up at the man. "Who're you? What magic is this?" He noticed he had black gloves on. He inspected them and saw that he was wearing boots too. Comfortable ones.
"Well my name is Demyx." He played a tune on his guitar. "And I just used the power of twilight to give a brother a gift."
"Brother?" questioned Auramil. His brother was taken by the darkness.
"Why yes!" explained Demyx. "You see, I'm not supposed to exist. You aren't either. That's why you were walking around naked in this in-between world. Trust me, you have it lucky. Imagine walking around like that in a huge city!" He laughed.
Auramil didn't however. "What do you mean we're not supposed to exist? And what's an 'in-between' world?"
Demyx jumped down from the rock and landed in front of Auramil. "I'll explain some, but I'll have to take you back to the headquarters so you'll find out more there."
He cleared his throat. "Nobodies are beings without hearts. You and me are Nobodies, even if we're special. When one loses his heart, a Nobody is formed out of the body and soul. The heart, which is taken by darkness, becomes a heartless, a being of darkness. The body and soul end up in an in-between world, such as this one."
Auramil was taken aback. "I don't have a heart? But without a heart, I wouldn't be talking right now!"
Demyx laughed again. "Of course. A human wouldn't be able to talk without a heart, but it's Nobody could."
Demyx played a bit on his guitar while Auramil thought to himself. He had played for a full five minutes before he said something to the person he was trying to recruit.
"Ehh, don't think too much about it now. You'll know everything once we head back to the headquarters. Here, follow me."
Demyx waved his hand in the air. A swirling dark portal appeared.
"What in the world?"
"It's a dark corridor that the Organization frequents. It's safe," said Demyx.
The guitarist simply stepped in and vanished. The portal waited for Auramil.
He simply stood there and pondered about everything. He had no heart. He wasn't human anymore. He couldn't feel the emotions he wanted because he had no heart.
Because of this, he concluded that he didn't have much of anything left for him. He ran into the portal.
He was now in a psychedelic area with a swirling mixture of colors. On his side, pinkish bright colors danced around. On the side where Demyx was beckoning him to hurry, darker colors of blue, black, and purple swirled. Demyx opened another portal. This must've been the exit.
Auramil stepped through it. Now he was in a large white, metallic room. Demyx was on the other side along with two people wearing the same coats: a somewhat older man with long hair and pointy face and a large behemoth of a man whose muscles were almost outlined by his coat.
"Ah, Number Eleven! How are you? Do you care to tell us what your human name was?" said the older man.
The nameless man didn't like how he worded his last sentence. "My name…was…Auramil."
"Auramil? That's a good name. Mine was Even, but now my name is Vexen," said the older man. The giant man seemed to just survey quietly.
"And mine was Dyme," piped Demyx.
The Nobody didn't say anything. He may as well have been nameless. Auramil died.
"Marluxia," said the large man.
"Lexeaus, what are-" Saix interrupted Vexen.
"Number Eleven's name should be Marluxia," said Lexeaus. He folded his arms.
"You know what? I like that name. You seem like a Marluxia, Number Eleven," said Demyx.
The Nobody thought about the name. It was Auramil rearranged with an X in it. Vexen's and Demyx's names were arranged in the same fashion. They also referred to their human names as "were." They knew what they were now.
"Why am I being called Number Eleven though?" asked Marluxia; he accepted the name.
"Because there were ten members in the Organization before you," said Demyx matter-of-factly.
"What is this Organization? You keep mentioning it," he asked again.
Vexen laughed a bit with his mouth closed. "Well come with me, Marluxia. I'll take you to my library and will answer any question you have."
A dark corridor portal appeared behind him.
"This isn't a dark corridor really, it's just fast access to the rooms in the headquarters. Come with me please." He stepped in. Demyx and Lexeaus formed their own portals. Demyx said bye to Marluxia before he walked into his. Lexeaus didn't say a thing, but just stomped into his.
Marluxia followed Vexen. At the same moment, unknowingly to them, the 12th member had just made it into the base.