"So your telling me that Sydnee, the quiet little near emo kid, is now helping this 'Organization' blow up worlds just because her friend asked her to?" Jennifer was being mello-dramatic.

"Yeah, so if you want to save the worlds-" Xigbar was getting no where, literatly.

"When did the worlds come into this? I dont want to save some god forsaken world, I just wanted to help Sydnee. And when did she become my responsibility?" Jennifer was way to tired, she spent the whole night fighting those stupid heartless only to learn that Sydnee is willingly helping the organization blow up worlds, "Wasnt she kidnapped? What kind of person helps her kidnappers?"

"Well-"

"You know what?! I dont care. Let her die. Its her choice!" Someone needed a nap. Xigbar was beging to regret his actions, no progress was being made.

He sighed and waited for Jennifer to finish, it was like one of the superiors rants-the kind he has when he cant find the toaster studels. BLAH BLAH BLAH...He wanted so badly just to knock Jennifer out to make her shut up. He shook his head and caught her attention, "Would you just shut up?!"

Jennifer snapped back at him, "NO. I dont have to if I dont want to." Jennifer needed-NEEDED-a nap or something...

Xigbar stood full height, "Yeah you do, unless you want to get knocked-"

"Silence! I am King, you cannot threaten me!" Jennifer had convinced multipul people that she was a king. This stopped the whole conversation.

Xigbar leaned back, "Now how does that work out? How can you be KING? I can see Queen but...thats a little akward, isnt it?"

"No. I am KING. The Queen is weak. The King's where all the power is." Jennifer, the power thirsty teen. Beware. The problem when talking with Jennifer is that you always forget what you were initaly talking about. Your conversation could have started with icecream, and it would end with flowers or something weird like that.

"A bit power thirsty arent we?" Xigbar liked her spunk, she did make a point though...unless of course you refere to the queen of hearts, now there is a demented woman, always decapitating people...Xigbar shuddered to remember his experience there.

"I am not power thirsty...I am thirsty though. I need water my loyal subject!" She striked a kingly pose, "Well? Get to it." She was the only person who probably wouldnt be afraid of Xigbar. She could honestly stand there and tell him off without even being slightly scared.

"As if. Get your own water." Wow, she had some nerve. The only reason Xigbar kept her alive, was because he liked her humor, she was much more entertaining than Demyx or Larxene.

"Fine then I will...I'm sending you to the dungeon though. I hope you know that." She shook her finger as she headed into the Land of Dragons, "They better have some good water here...OMG! Its Mulan!"

She ran off after her idol. Xigbar just stood there for a while, "This is the most fun I've had in a long time....loyal subject..." He shook his head and laughed as he called a pathway of darkness.

.......

I blinked and removed the book from my face, "I'm tired..." I sat up and rubbed my eyes, some blankets fell down my shoulder and to the ground, had those been there before? Wait..where was I again? I picked the book back up, Romeo and Juliet. Oh yeah, now I remember, I was in Zexion private library-in Castle Obilvion. I yawned and stretched, "I wonder what time it is..."

"Its about 3 in the morning..." It was an unfamiliar voice, I turned to see a pink haired (I kid you not, it was a light pink) man. He was just standing there like I had caught him doing something wrong.

I shugged, I always did have unusual sleeping habits, "Oh....I figured that much, thanks. By the way I'm Sydnee." I hugged my knees and looked at him sideways. He was a curious person. It didnt occur odd to me that he was holding a scythe with a blade twice my height and seemed like he wasnt there to chat.

"I'm known as Marluxia." He was very formal, how boring. I just waited for him to say something else, I didnt feel much like talking myself, "I hear you are an ice user, like Vexen..."

I shrugged, "Not that I know of...Thats what I've heard though. What exactly are your abilities?" I was actually curious to hear more about him, because he probably knew everything there was to know about me. For some reason I wasnt uncomfortable talking to him.

"Well, I am also known as The Graceful Assasin. This scythe is my weapon," He held the pink and green scythe like it was a toy, "And I can control plants, mainly roses, but others too." That would explain the wonderful smell. It was beautiful and mesmerizing, almost overpowering. I loved it, the smell of roses.

"You smell really good..." I know that was weird comment, but hey he did.

He looked at me weird, "Zexion tells me its overpowering...although, he doesnt move away from me during meetings..."

"I DO find it overpowering, Marluxia." His scythe dissapeared as Zexion came around the corner, "I could smell you coming from three floors away..."

"You can smell anyone coming from at least 8 floors away, if not more." Rose petals were floating in the air and falling slowly do the ground as they vanished, "She likes my smell."

"Thats because shes a girl and girls like perfume." Excuse me, when did I get cut out of the conversation? And who said I like the smell of perfume? Wait that was perfume?

"Guys?"

"Why are you even in here Marluxia? This is my PRIVATE library..." Zexion folded his arms and I was completly ingnored by both of them.

"I was on important business." Marluxia flicked his pink hair. Whatever, I could just sit there and wait for them to finish.

"What kind of business requires your scythe?"

"MY kind of business." BLAH BLAH BLAH. I'm just gunna grab up Romeo and Juliet again. I grabbed the book and hadnt even read one sentence before they began physically fighting.

"Guys..." They rolled around, Zexion had Marluxias hair and Marluxia had a death grip on Zexions neck, "Whoa. GUYS!" I set the book down and tried to help, "Guys," Zexion was turning purple and Marluxia was getting serious nail cuts in his arm, "Guys, just-just CHILL!" Ice flew from my fingers tips and they flew apart from each other, slamming into opposite walls. I looked at my hands, did I do that?

Marluxia was bleeding from the nail marks in his arm, they were deep and Zexion was slowly getting the color back in his face, "Marluxia! Are you crazy? You almost killed me..."

"To bad..." Marluxia brushed himself off, "Look what you did to my arm though, its looks like I'm going emo...like you."

Zexion jumped up again, "Take that back. I am not emo!" Who says nobodies have no emotions? That sure looked like anger to me, and I know anger.

"Over my dead body." Marluxia folded his arms in a stately manner.

"I can arrange that." They were fighting again.

Arg, ok they were going to eventually kill each other. Zexion punched Marluxia and avoided an upppercut. Then Marluxia smacked Zexion so hard across the face that he fell to the ground with a cut lip. I didnt want to watch anymore, "Ok, thats enough." They paid no attenion to me as I walked up to each of them. I grabbed the back of Marluxias hood and began to freeze his back, sending chills though him. He stopped fighting and shivered, "I'm not letting go until you two stop." His neck was turning blue, that was so cool.

"Look who came to your rescue, little miss priss..." I released Marluxia and he rubbed his neck till the ice thawed, "Thats not how Vexen uses ice..."

"Whoa. PRISS? I am not a priss!" He shrugged me off, "You better watch youself, pinky." How could I be a priss?

"Pinky?!" Marluxia looked like he was about to flip out.

"Yeah thats right, I went there." Zexion started dragging me off, "What I can take him...."

I could handle some flowers. Especially coming from that snob. Psh, whatever, "No you can not."

I shrugged him off and folded my arms. Dropping the matter because I knew he was right, I asked about Xikki, "Hey is Xikki awake?"

"Still asleep...it is only 3 in the morning, I had expected you to sleep for at least 6 more hours...." Zexion glared at Marluxia, did he know something I didnt about why Marluxia had been here?

I shrugged, "I have unusual sleeping habits..." I released a yawn. When was the last time I had a shower? It was just now dawning on me that I could use one.

Marluxia shivered, "I'm leaving now." He called a portal and dissapeared into it.

"Hey Zexion..." I rubbed my head, "...is there a shower here?"

He looked surprised by my sudden change of subject, "Yeah, you can use mine..."

"And a change of clothes?" It was a little akward asking him for some reason or other, but I did need a shower...

He nodded, "Yeah, you can borrow some of my clothes, I dont think anyone else here would have anything your size."

He started walking off, "Thanks. So what have you been doing while I was asleep?"

Eager to changes the subject, I followed him behind a sliding bookcase, "Just playing Final Fantasy, I couldnt sleep."

"Oh, I love that game!" I'm surprised he played that game, it seemed more for the romantic type to me.

"Yeah?" He placed his hand on the wall and it slid into a room, to be more presice, a bedroom.

I looked around, not in a nosy way, just in a you know look around way, "I like your room..." I really did like it, he had a big television that had final fantasy X-2 paused and there was a bed in the corner, it was a little dark, but cozy. He had it in a way the he could sit on the bed and play his game and then there was a dresser off to the side. I liked it at least.

He shuffled over to his closet and and pulled out a coat, "Yeah, I like it too....I dont know if it will fit you, might be a little long and big on the shoulders..."

"Thats ok, anythings better than this," I gestured toward my pink outfit, I would take his coat over this any day.

He passed the coat to me, "You can wear one of my pajama shirts under it, I dont usualy wear a shirt, but seeing as...nevermind, here-" He handed me a purple shirt and some shorts.

"Thanks."

Zexion was still a lot like Ienzo, not much was diffrent, "The shower is over here...I'll be playing final fantasy in here, so if someone comes in here-which they shouldnt-they wont disturb you."

"Alrighty then." He walked over to play his game and was faced away from the bathroom door. I wasnt sure if I was embarassed, or just neutral, but it did seem a little akward. I washed my hair with some of his shampoo, it smelled really good, it was diffrent from Maluxias scent, but it was nice. The blonde dye came out of my hair! I changed and Zexion was right, the coat was almost touching the ground, but not quite, once I got shoes on it should work. I played with my hair in the mirror trying to get it to style the way I had it before, it didnt work out so much. At least I had clothes that wernt girly.

When I came out Zexion was deep in combat, he didnt even notice, I giggled as he was almost yelling at the TV, "Oh my god! No, I said to give the potion to Yuna! I'm gunna die now! Oh there goes Rikku! No!" He heard me giggling behind my hand and I tried to make a straight face, "What? You never get excited over a game?"

"I do, its just that I never noticed how silly it looks..." Someone knocked on the door and Yuna died, the words game over flashed across the screen.

"I'm coming..." Zexion walked over to the door and was knocked down by a blonde mulleted boy, "Demyx! Get off of me!"

Demyx seemed the cheery hyper active type, "Hey Zexy!" Zexy, l snickered behind my hand, he must hate that name.

"Demyx. I swear if you dont get off of me right now, we are going to have some issues that arent in your favor." Demyx jumped up.

I liked Demyx, jumpy and hyper, "Sorry Zexy." His Z's sounded like S's, I think that was intentional though. Demyx looked over at the TV, "Oh, you died again." I leaned against the wall, I just wanted to keep to the background of things. But Demyx noticed me, "Hi, I'm Demyx, The Melodious Nocturne."

"Hey Demyx, I'm Sydnee." I gave him a small wave.

Zexion brushed himself off and mumbled to himself, "Zexy there is so boring."

"Am not-"

"Everyone calls him a stick in the mud-and theres a rumor going around that he's emo..."

"Demyx! I am not!"

I pretended to be interested, "Really now?"

"Oh yeah-and-" Demyx leaned in close to me.

"Demyx. Shut up." Zexion was getting really defensive.

"He keeps a diary, I've seen it." He looked like it was a really big deal, that it was some type of big secret.

I didnt find anything wrong with that, but obviously Demyx did, "Oh a diary?"

"Demyx, why dont you go bother Axel or Roxas?" Zexion was pushing Demyx out the door.

Demyx held to the door frame, "But I came down here for a reason."

Zexion rolled his eyes, "What reason?"

"Xigbar has important matters to discuss with you about the Key-" Demyx had lowered his voice, I was obviously not supposed to hear.

"Oh, the keys to the practice room. Ok, tell him I'll be right there."

"Not not the practice room keys, I have those, I mean the Keybl-"

"I know what you mean. Just go tell Xigbar I'll give him the keys in a few minutes." Zexion was trying to cover something up. Keyblade, perhaps? That sounds stupid though, a Keyblade. Who would fight with a key? Zexion shoved Demyx out the door and turned to me, "I'm going to have to go, so you can either stay in here or go visit Vexen."

"I kinda need some shoes..." I looked down at my feet, the sneakers I had been wearing were far to big and kept sliding off.

"Oh yeah." He walked over to his closet, "I dont know how well they will fit you, but you can try them. Heres some gloves too." He seemed rushed, "I need to go now, but I trust you to find Vexens lab. Its three doors down the hall, room 4b, ok?"

"Got it, room four B." He waved and left in a rush. I slid the boots on, they were about a half size to big, but fit nicley, the gloves worked too. I looked just like one of them-an Organization member.