I am unaware of what exactly it means to belong. I don't believe that it is even an actual thing. In fact, I'm pretty sure that it doesn't exist. I mean, if we were all meant to belong, then why do we all always feel so alone? Is there some sort of special drug that I can take? Some sort of antidote that can cure me of my endless rejectability? Or is it something else? Something, deeper…

Chapter 1 ~ First Glance ~

"I, Xemnas, welcome you, Roxas, to our grand ranks….I hope that you will help us achieve our ultimate goal," Xemnas raised his arms higher and peered around the room at the rest of Organization XIII with his cold brown, almost orange eyes. "Kingdom Hearts!"

Xemnas's loud ending shout was met with energetic and satisfied response from the Organization's twelve other members. They sat within the Castle Oblivion's chamber. Each member starred out at the rest from within the cold interior's of their leather cloaks. Roxas, the new member who they were gathered for sat silently against the cold, white throne chair. His blue eyes stared out from beneath his spikey, blonde hair.

While the other members went on to fight and plan their next move, Roxas let his gaze wonder, taking in the various members sitting around him. As he did he suddenly had the feeling that he was being watched himself. His eyes flicked suddenly to the upper left, and widened. A man sat there, casually leaning his head on one of his black-gloved hands. His eyes were a soft but mesmerizing shade of green, and his hair was like dancing red flames. He had small almost invisible eyebrows, and little marks underneath his eyes, giving him the appearance of a cat. His form was long and sleek, adding even more to the cat-like appearance that his face already implied. Roxas sat there starring at him, for some reason he couldn't look away. The connection that their eyes had made was suddenly broken when the man gave a mocking and self-satisfied smile. Roxas, the spell-like trance broken now, quickly dropped his gaze and looked away.

"Seems like a good idea to me." Xaldin was saying loudly to the others, his deep-blue eyes excited. "Anything that allows me to, erm, play with my lances sounds like fun to me." He said the end sinisterly and gave a wickedly excited smile.

"Excellent. Let us proceed then." said Xemnas with a slight nod. He then turned and Roxas watched as his gaze fell on the red-haired and cat-like man, "Axel,…I have a job for you." Axel, his name was Axel, Roxas thought as the man, Axel, turned his cat eyes to stare up at Xemnas. "Axel, I want you to take care of our new member, make sure he,…isn't hurt."

Axel gave Xemnas a stern nod before turning to look at Roxas again. Roxas continued to stare back, his eyes caught again by Axel's green ones. Axel moved his lips, that same mocking and self-satisfied smile from before. Roxas broke the gaze and leaned back against his chair, trying to give the impression that he wasn't at all pleased by this arrangement. But in fact he was extremely excited, and even more curious.

"Good" said the Superior dismissivly, "Be on your way then."

Silently, gracefully, Axel stretched himself upwards into a straighter position, before he sank into streaks of whispful darkness. Roxas, caught unaware by Axel's disapperence,was even more surprised when he too began to fade away into strands of growing darkness.

"W-wait-" he started to say as the darkness began to takehold of his legs, curling itself greedily around his waist and upper torso, and winding its way along the length of his arms. Before he even had a chance to look away, to utter even another sound, the darkness had enveloped him completley. The last thing Roxas's bright blue eyes saw before he disappered was Xemnas, and the hungry smile that played about his lips as he watched Roxas's struggle.