Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or anything related to Square Enix in any way or form.

Note: Characters are probably OOC. Author is unsure of personalities. There is some mixing of Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories and Kingdom Hearts II here.

"What exactly does this so-called 'Keyblade bearer' have to do with the plan, Xemnas?" The pastel blue-haired man glanced at the hooded figure beside him, before returning his emerald gaze to the milky glass before him. The Superior was not one to play mentor to others of the Organization, even when they had been newly initiated.

"He is important because he is going to become our servant. He will help us create Kingdom Hearts regardless of whether or not he is aware of it." Without another word, Xemnas waved his hand, opening a portal for the identity beside him, and inclined his head to it. Taking the hint, the hooded personage stepped through the frigid mist she had come to be familiar with.

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"Why did Xemnas send you to me?" A fleeting sensation, more like a memory, of annoyance flittered through the shrouded being's heart; or where there would be a heart if she had one.

"If I knew that, Axel, I wouldn't be questioning myself about that, now, would I?" The young woman spoke with a soft, airy tone, gently removing her hood and brushing her hair away from her face. Everything about her was pale: her skin was a creamy tint that the redhead had never seen, and her silvery hair was even lighter than the Cloaked Schemer Zexion's, falling in gentle waves about her face, and coming to rest at her mid-back. What made her the most unique out of all the members, however, was the shade of her eyes; some kind of haunting silver that could change between a pale blue, pastel green, or a bloody red depending on her mood and situation. Combined with the rounded oval of her face, the young woman looked quite lost and innocent most of the time, a fact that hid a brilliantly intelligent, cold, calculating mind.

"So what did he want?" Axel asked, running his fingers through his shocking red spikes. The young woman didn't hear him, her eyes slowly focusing and unfocusing as she gazed out the window at a yellow, heart-shaped moon. A muddled image of a round one surfaced in her mind, and a soft, liquid, rushing sound resounded in her ears…

"Caxebrec?" The silver-haired woman awoke from her reverie, her now greenish eyes settling on Axel's jade orbs. He cocked his head. "You okay?" Caxebrec nodded, frowning.

What was that? … Was that… a mem… ory?

"Caxebrec! You keep spacing out on me." A faint smile graced the woman's lips as she gazed at the redhead. Axel had been her friend since her initiation into Organization XIII, when it became Organization XIV. The fiery redhead had taken her under his wing during her training, and was one of her best friends, along with Roxas. Caxebrec had developed a soft spot for both of them, caring for them as her own siblings. That was the only emotion she could recall owning at one time: compassion.

"I'm fine, Axel. Really. I suppose Xemnas just wanted me out of his sight, as always." The young woman sat down in a chair beside the man, sighing as she leaned back. Emerald irises flashed in the perpetual moonlight as he shifted his gaze to the young woman. In the short time he had known her, he had come to like the young woman as more than just a friend, and enjoyed her company as much as he did with his blonde friend, the thirteenth member of the Organization.

"Where's Roxas?" Axel's eyes darkened as he looked away.

"Out. In the city." Caxebrec remained silent at the clipped reply, before rising soundlessly to her feet, and crossing the white marble expanse of flooring between the pair and the window. Silvery-blue eyes settled on the numerous neon-like lights that dotted the sprawling city, scanning for any sign of a blonde head running through the streets. She knew Roxas loved to run blindly through the streets of the Nobody's world, and every time he would leave the Organization's stronghold, she felt a part of her leave with him. The young man had been with her for so long, from her very beginning, through her training, to the present, that she had come to depend on and befriend him. Caxebrec was so intent on looking for the young man that she didn't notice the sudden chill that permeated the air behind her.

"Looking for someone?" The young woman whirled around, coming face to face with the blonde himself. He smiled and brought a gloved hand to her cheek, brushing away a stray lock of silvery hair. Caxebrec smiled as she took his hand away from her face, Axel creeping stealthily up behind the blonde.

"Axel, I wouldn't even try it." Said redhead groaned, defeated, pulling up another chair beside the window and flopping into it. Roxas and Caxebrec smiled at his exasperation, and settled into nearby chairs as well. A contented silence fell over the trio, as they watched the neon lights of the city flicker as Nobodies and Heartless rambled aimlessly through the streets. The blonde's azure eyes caught the slightest hint of a frown on the mouth of his silver-haired friend, her eyes glassy. Roxas quirked an eyebrow and Axel frowned at the blonde, seeing where he was looking. Immediately, a concerned expression crossed his face.

"Something wrong, Caxebrec?" Roxas asked, absentmindedly toying with a metal accessory on his cloak. The young woman didn't reply.

"Caxebrec?"

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I awake in the cool night air, an eternity of midnight velvet stretching across my vision, miniscule diamonds dotting the expanse haphazardly. The rushing of a sea I try to remember fills my ears. I can smell the familiar tang of sea-salt and decaying kelp, and feel the water brush my bare toes.

Where am I?

I feel weak, and can barely roll over onto my side, my hands coming to rest limply by my head. I can hear miniscule grains of sand shift beneath me, no doubt clinging to my hair and skin in the process. The sand is unbelievably smooth and cool, probably because of the incessant spray from the ocean. I feel the sand move by my head, and look up to stare into a pair of lively sea-green eyes half hidden by silver hair haphazardly splayed over a pale face. A name surfaces in the back of my mind, nearly impossible to grasp, like when one can barely remember the scent of a sickly sweet perfume. My lips struggle to form the word, though it screams and begs to be released from my mouth.

"R-"

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"Caxebrec!" The young woman's eyes snapped open at the sound of her friends' voices. Blue eyes flashed red for an instant as she saw Axel and Roxas standing over her. Apparently, she had fallen from her chair and lay on the marble tiles of the redhead's room.

"I'm fine, Roxas," she said, swatting away the blonde's hand as she rose to a sitting position.

"You've done that twice today, Caxebrec. Within the last hour, too," Axel said, his jade eyes narrowing. "What's wrong?"

"Don't tell me the Icy Technician is losing her mind?" Roxas asked playfully, making a sad attempt at lightening the atmosphere. Caxebrec shot both men a glare as she stood.

"I have no time for your antics Roxas," she said. "I am not in the mood for them. As for you, Axel, I've already told you. I am perfectly fine." Axel and Roxas glanced at each other as their friend retreated to a newly formed portal, the unsaid statement lingering in the air between them.

"She doesn't look fine."

A/N: I needn't be told if it is absolutely horrible. I am highly unfamiliar with character personalities, even with the research I've done. I congratulate those who can decipher Caxebrec's name. It took me a while to look up a unique name and change the letters to create a name that made sense.