Two reviews now. Still doing sweet.

Still waiting for someone to guess the real identities of Raulax, Naxan, Naxst, and Drexan. C'mon, don't be shy.

This chapter takes a break from the Moxt- Naxan fight and focuses on another important member. Well, two, but only one super duper important.

Enjoy.

Chapter Three: Heart to Heart

"swish"

Paxt swung his scythe swiftly through the air, slicing it. He whirled around and did it again. And again.

It never got old.

That was the one thing that never got old for No. 7- training with his scythe. Despite being the ultimate being, he knew it never hurt to keep his skills as best he could up. Not like Xnohj, who only fought if it was convenient for him, or Naxst, who attacked every damn thing that moved. Paxt was a true fighter; also honing his skills, making himself an expert.

While the other Organization members created their own new weapons to replace the fallen members', he simply took Marluxia's old scythe- partly out of personal preference, and partly because the scythe just kicked a whole lot of ass. Since then, he and that thing were pretty much inseparable- when he wasn't training or fighting with it, he turned it into a hacky-sack and threw it around for pure amusement.

Because amusement was so rare around here.

Unless you count Naxst blowing something up in Drexan's room, or that new kid walking away whining every single time Xnohj beat him at chess.

And seriously, who could resist watching Moxt and Naxan literally beat the living shit out of each other?

He picked up the pace now. He was going all rapid-fire; at least that's what Moxt called it, what with him being the gun master and all. He swished left and right, slicing through the air, tearing it apart. He could feel his muscles feeling a little weak, but he cared not. This was best for him. It would save his life in the end.

Finally, he stopped. He was breathing heavily, sweating like mad. It made him curious. He was a Nobody- why was he sweating? Why did he bleed whenever an enemy left a serious wound to him? Why did he have a pulse and all that?

Come to think of it, how was he even alive?

Is it possible for one without a heart to actually exist as some sort of being?

Something to ask Drexan later.

"Aw, I was just starting to enjoy the show."

Paxt grinned, not even bothering to turn around to see who it was, because he already knew. Emylix. No. 5 in their dear sweet Organization, although younger than himself. A relatively short girl (though don't call her that to her face) with shoulder-length chestnut hair, she was a master at manipulation and carried around a wrench as her weapon, which she manipulated to grow into a serious threat or shrink to a key chain on her belt. Though generally, she and Raulax were probably the most peaceful of the thirteen, that was not a reason to underestimate them. Especially Emylix- she was scary when she got angry.

He knew why she was here- something to watch while she was bored, and afterward, someone to talk to. So, returning the scythe back to its hacky-sack form, he went and sat next to her,

"Why are you here today?" he asked.

"Oh, same old, same old. Though you might not want to go to the kitchen right now," she grimaced.

Paxt sighed. "Who is it this time?"

"Well, I'm not entirely sure, but I think it was Naxst with a little bit of Zixl. Xadmain's throwing a fit right now, and as humorous as that is, I think I'll stay away."

"Smart."

They sat in silence for a little while. Then she asked the question that had been on her mind for a long time:

"Why do you do it?"

Paxt stared at her as if stating that the question could have been a little less blunt. "What?'

"Come down here. Practice with your scythe everyday. I mean, what's the point?"

He smiled a little half-one.

"You never know," he answered.

"C'mon, Paxt, stop being so secretive. Think about it- we're Nobodies. As Moxt never ceases to say, we're invincible. If that's true, why do you feel the need to practice?"

Paxt thought about what it meant to be invincible. Invincibility- no one could scratch you, bring you down, you don't have a single weakness. Could they really say that about themselves? Moxt could- the guy was a heartless bastard, never concerned about other's feelings, never caring about what he says to others or makes them feel, never worrying about the girl whose heart kept breaking every time they fought…

No. They were not invincible. Because, while they may have ultimate powers and weapons, they still lacked one thing:

None of them had a heart.

They never complained, but Paxt wanted to be real. He knew they all did. And it hurt inside to know they weren't.

So he told her, "We're not invincible. If we were, we'd be complete. And unless we get Kingdom Hearts, that will never happen. Moxt is delusional."

Emylix stared at her friend, sad to see that he was suffering.

"So you're still full steam ahead on the search?" she inquired.

"If Xadmain's hunch is right, and he is here, then it's only a matter of time. Soon, we'll be whole again."

Paxt was determined now. Emylix, inspired now, smiled.

"OK, then. We'll just trust in the Boss and hopefully we'll find him."

She stood. "I'm gonna head off to bed. You coming?"

"I'm gonna train a little longer. You head on up."

She gave him one last smile, then warped off.

Scythe back out, Paxt resumed swiping through the air, more ferocity like that of his dragoon stage. He swung again and again, all the while saying the same thing in his head:

They would find the Keyblade master.

They would get Kingdom Hearts.

And they would become human.

And until that day came, Paxt would get as best as he could, not going to be the one who lost the fight.

Pretty corny chapter, but there you go.

And Emylix's name is IN NO WAY AN INNUENDO!

I didn't intend it to be one and it isn't one. I wrote before I thought. If her "other" is reading this, I'm sorry. It's the best name I could think of.

But in better terms, she's based off Winry from FullMetal Alchemist (hence the wrench). She'd like that.

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