The Replacement XIII

The world standing before the young man was dark. It was raining and the street he stood on glowed with the reflecting neon lights in the puddles. He turned to look at his surroundings some more and a hooded figure stood before him.

"Who are you?" he asked with fear in his voice. The man held his hand out in front of the boy's face and the letters I, R, O, and N floated before him. He didn't know what to make of them. The letters spun around him at great speed and with a flash of light, a new letter was with the originals: X. "Xonir..." he read out loud to himself.

"This is who you are now." The man told him in a late teen sounding voice. "You are the new Number XIII."

"But... Why me?" The boy questioned with fear and sadness in his eyes.

"You are going to help us regain our hearts. We must revive others before that, though."
"Regain... our hearts? And others?"

"Don't you feel emptiness within you? As if you are missing something? Like you don't know what to feel?" The boy's eyes looked down at the ground. He realized now that this was his destiny.

"I am Xonir, the Magnetic Viserator. Number XIII of Organization XIII." As he said that two gauntlets appeared around his forearms, four razor-sharp blades on each. A clash of lightning showed the face and hollow blue eyes of the hooded man with a small half smile on it. He raised his arms and lowered his hood, revealing the intellectual look in his left eye while his right eye was covered by the bangs of his hair that was cerulean at the the roots and nearing the ends was navy blue.

"I am Zexion, the Cloaked Schemer. Number V and the new Superior until we can bring back Xemnas." He looked down all of the boys features. He had pale skin, dark brunette hair, and his eyes as they were at first hazel turned to yellow with slit pupils. Tendrils of darkness started to cover Xonir's body making a cloak just like his own. This made his smile turn to a smirk.

"Whaddya want me to do first?" Xonir questioned with anticipation while grinning. His incisors had sharpened as well.

"Just search for the Lost Two for now. I'll contact you when we will make our presence known once more." Zexion's face straightened as he gave the order.

"Sounds like fun!" the young Viserator exclaimed. "You want them alive or beaten?"