Darkness enshrouded her form, lying motionless spread eagled on the ground. Suddenly, the street lights blazed on, bombarding her eyes and making solar flashes appear behind her eyelids. Her mouth twisted into a snarl and her blue eyes snapped open angrily, wondering what woke her from the blackness she was so accustomed to. She saw the street lights and wondered where she had ended up since fighting Sora. She got up, immediately noticing the change of dress. Instead of her Organization cloak, she had black pants and boots, complete with a dark blue, almost black shirt. Her familiar silver wind design was woven into it, and a black loose cloak with a hood was draped around her. Hearing a slight jingle, she looked down to see a silver chain, with a set of wings hanging from her neck. Feeling something tap her chin, she lifted her hand to feel a set of matching wings hanging from her ears. Her eyes narrowed, tan shoulder length hair framing her face. A memory placed itself in her mind, amid her true memories and ones she had experienced herself. Her other and Sora, meeting again. She remembered seeing Roxas for the last time, being able to say goodbye, and was grateful to the other side of her heart for this favor. But still, how did she end up here?
She bent down, picking up her bow and arrows, and slinging them over her shoulder carefully. Her other, Anna, must have lost her heart again. The girl sighed. Only fourteen years old and already lost her heart twice. Why did she become a nobody in the first place, bringing this side of her heart into existence? The girl scrounged her true memory for clues and was reminded of a girl, with long red hair and a name she had a hard time remembering. Autumn. That was her other's best friend, and her reason to keep going, even without a heart. The girl sighed, resolve hardening in replacement of her nonexistent heart. That was how she was going to become whole again. Reunite her other with her best friend. It was the least she could do for being reunited with Roxas, if only for a little while. After all, this empty feeling of nothingness grew tiring after a while. As she passed the street lamps, they lit up her tattoos, red lines going from her eyes to her chin representing loss. Still, this wasn't where she last was. Where was she? And what happened to the Organization? Turning the corner, she almost gasped, seeing the remnants of souls scattered around. This was impossible. How could so many people have strong enough hearts, and reasons to live? It was unheard of since the Organization. Hearing a noise, she swiftly pulled an arrow from her quiver, nocking it and slowly walking around the corner. The unnamed girl saw nothing, not even the Heartless that left her this way, and her tattooed eyes narrowed, following the shadowed corridors to find the source of the noise, ignoring the unconscious beings around her. Turning another corner, she saw two Nobodies, like herself, staring warily at her. Her bow lowered slightly and she coldly asked,
"Who are you two?" One, with brown hair down to her shoulders and dark brown eyes, one covered by her bangs, was a bit taller, with a knee-length zip-up black cloak with no sleeves. She had black pants and knee high boots, complemented by a set of belts. The most unusual feature, though, was a set of armored pads on her shoulders. She pointed at her head, reminding the girl of a certain annoying red haired nobody.
"The name's Kitexa, of Organization XIII, K-I-T-E-X-A. Got it memorized?" Ugh. She even talked like him.
"And you?" She said, referring to the other one. Her hair was multicolored, purple in front and red in back, with red eyes that the girl could see, despite one of them being covered by hair, again. She had a strange tattoo on her right eye, an upside-down question mark with a dot on the inside. She wore jeans, a chain hanging from one of the belt loops, and combat boots. Fishnet sleeves decorated her arms, then covered by black elbow length sleeves, and then red short sleeves, whose v-cut shirt was angled over the left side. She held out her hand cheerily.
"Luxaji of Organization XIII, at your service." The girl stared at it icily, and Luxaji retracted the hand, wincing slightly. The girl turned around, walking back around the corner.
"Hold on a second! You know our names, so what's yours?" Kitexa asked, she and Luxaji following the girl, who stopped a second, and turned around, revealing her blood tattoos again.
"Anaxn, of Organization XIII." She turned again, returning to the gutted city corner she had woken up near.
"Wait a second. If we're all from the Organization XIII, how come we don't already know each other?" Luxaji asked, but Anaxn refused to reply, not knowing the answer herself. Kitexa gasped as she stopped next to her, viewing the Nobodies still unconscious on the concrete.
"So many…." She whispered as Luxaji pulled up beside them, covering her mouth in surprise. There was silence for a second as they absorbed the shock.
"How is this possible? The Organization was the last of the Nobodies…weren't they?" Luxaji questioned, turning to the two taller nobodies.
"I'm not sure." Anaxn said decisively, a dark portal swirling up at her will.
"But I'm going to find out." Striding through the portal, the other two glanced at each other, then followed.