The long table was set out for XIII people, a white cloth drapped over the metallic silver legs showing only ends. The white decoration had faded and the scenary was now futuristic and everything was made out of metal, their symbol adorned the walls. Pipes ran across the celing. Xile never figured out what they were for.

"Xene went through here. That's why it's so nice. Jeez, she's like a cleaning robot."

Xile turned around, at the end of the empty table The Painter sat in the third chair crunching up a peice of buttered toast as he dipped it into a bowl of tomato soup.

"Still always sitting in your proclaimed spot?" Xile asked as she sat in XI's chair.

"It is my spot now. They're all dead so it's not like he's going to kill me for sitting in his chair." Xiseh's voice was muffled through his bread filled mouth, couldn't he show a little more decorum once in a while?

"True." She shrugged and watched him carefully, his blood red tipped silver hair fell infront of his crimson eyes and as usual he pushed it away. His hair was always a mess. She wondered what he was like before he became a nobody. Did he act so abrupt and obnoxious because he has been ignored through his life?

Where was Lene? Usually she was at breakfast early and she waited until everyone was done to leave. But then again, no one had been around lately. It was so quiet.

"Xiseh..." Xile called out his name and he perked up to look at her. His eyes were swimming with questions, that was how he always was.

"Where's Supirior?"

"Oh, umm...i'm actually not sure. He's been gone for a while. He told me where he was going but I kind of forget."

Xile chuckled. "That's so like you." She smiled and leaned back in the chair. It still bore the fragrence of a rose garden. She could drift away in thought, the scent was her paradise.

Xene and Lene, the half sisters that still held onto their hearts. One, a experiment. The other, born from the false and hopeful love of Nobodies. Xene and Lene did not wear a black coat, they lacked every nessesary features of a nobody but they were both born at the hands or a nobody. How was it possible for Lene to have a heart? To create a false heart for Xene must have taken an eternity but he had accomplished it.

They felt love and sadness. They were both racked with pain in the aftermath of their parent's death.

Xiseh felt that emotions were troublesome, he admitted that emotions led to his death. Xile wondered what they felt like. She had forgotten what it was like to feel sorrow and happiness.

"Xile?"

"Huh!?" Xile plunged back into reality, out of her questioning mind. Someone had called her. She turned around looking for who the voice belonged tom A blond boy stood behind her. Kazx.

"Oh, you're back?" She shifted around in the seat to face him, he sat down beside her in IX's seat, his pale blue eyes locked onto hers. He almost resembled IX himself. Short blond hair, puzzling blue eyes, earrings. All he lacked was the facial hair.

"You fell asleep." He smiled at her ignoring her question. How long had she slept!?

"Darn you Xiseh." She mumbled, he had better not have doodled on her face. He was so immature that way.

"You've been sleeping for a while. Xiseh told me to come and wake you. He said you looked so peaceful, he didn't wish to disturb you." Kazx's eyes softened and he brushed Xile's hair away from her face, she blushed. Kazx was probably the most caring out of the bunch, he always made her feel nervous and shy. She didn't take her eyes of of his.

"Wait...Xiseh said that?" Xile thought back to what he had just said, his face had made her forget.

He nodded, maby the brat wasn't so bad after all. Once in a while he wasn't being an idiot.

"I umm..." Xile looked away, she was being distracted now. "I have to go now."

Kazx nodded again and he stood up to let her out, he bowed slightly and The Avid Puzzler was on his way. He dissapeared through the doorway and Xile let out a deep sigh.

She needed to see the ocean again.

Darkness consumer her.