The door jam rattled violently and Kitexa woke with a start, jolted from her dream of empty fire and heartless water. Getting up and tossing the covers off her bed, she walked to the shaking door and opened it, confused as to what was happening outside. But as soon as she even turned the handle, the door flew open, battering the hinges as it leapt away from the bitter wind whipping down the hall. Looking out the doorway, she caught sight of Anaxn storming down her stairs, red tattoos the only clue that she was the one hiding in the tempest.
"Anaxn, what's going on?" The storm around Kitexa's door halted and Anaxn glanced at her.
"There's a meeting this morning, at eight. Now."
"I didn't hear about it!""You probably weren't listening when I announced it last night." With this, she turned and walked down the hall again, wind still trying to knock down doors to walk the other nobodies up. By the time Naxelaith's blue tinged head popped out the door, Kitexa had closed hers, sighing and lazily grabbing her black clothes from her dresser. Sliding the black boots on, she then zipped up the knee length cloak she always wore. As she pulled a dark pool up in her room, Kitexa heard someone yell loudly,
"What the hell was that, damn it!?"

When she got to the meeting room, it was much quieter. Sicjexas was sitting quietly in the second chair at the left hand side of the table, her hair dripping over her shoulders as she nodded absent mindedly. Xathreg had his head on the table, sitting to the immediate right of the front of the table. Kitexa took the seat next to Sicjexas and across from Xathreg, too tired to bother trying to talk with either of them. One by one the other nobodies drifted into the room. Xetaik walked in, sitting in the fifth seat on the left, actually seeming to be awake. Then again, with the bright colors she wore, it was probably hard not to be awake. Sleepwalking into the room, Tasirxt pulled out the chair next to Xathreg and plopped her chin in her hands, closing her eyes. Kitexa watched as Kexlly and Dekayx arrived simultaneously. Dekayx settled to the right of Tasirxt, closing her visible eye and slumping over in her seat. Kexlly sat at the left end of the table, merely sighing and sliding down in the high backed seat. Although three chairs were still empty, Anaxn opened the doors with a slight bang and glided towards the end of the table. Although the sound had woken a few of the nobodies up, Xathreg still had his head on the table and Dekayx had only just looked up. A slightly disgruntled Naryx with rumpled hair had followed her in, sprawling across the fourth seat on the left between Naxelaith and Xetaik, who had been glaring at each other for some reason.
"Where's Xurikus?" Anaxn asked, pulling out her high backed chair and sitting down.
"Here." Grumbled a slightly unconscious male nobody who had just arrived. His sleeveless top had been put on hastily, his cloak only draped over one shoulder, and it almost looked like his shoes had been put on the wrong feet.
"And Luxaji?" There was silence as Xurikus flopped sleepily in the fourth seat on the right, next to Dekayx. Anaxn sighed, shaking her head.
"I'll give her five minutes. Then someone will have to go get her." The entire table, except for Kitexa herself, Xetaik and Kexlly, all then rested their heads on the table, some with a loud bang. Only silence was heard in the room besides the faint breathing of the group. No one spoke, as none had really expected the meeting to be this early in the morning. That, or they had not expected the meeting at all. Five minutes dragged by and finally Anaxn looked at Xathreg.
"Xathreg." Silence.
"Get up." There was a sudden blast of wind and Xathreg sat bolt upright, his hair shot back in spikes.
"Eh? Wha? What happened?" Kitexa tried to refrain from giggling, but some of the others were still in shock, unaware of what nobodies could do.
"Go get Luxaji from her room on the third floor. Take a right, then the second door on the right." He blinked a few times then stood, walking bewilderedly out the door. Anaxn shook her head, slightly annoyed while Kitexa just laughed. His hair had certainly been a sight to see. They waited a few minutes before they heard a crash. Xurikus almost fell out of his chair, but by the time the second boom came, which shook the castle entirely, he had secured himself in his seat by gripping the bottom tightly. Anaxn calmly closed her eyes, waiting until…. A sound like a guitar amplified about a hundred times rang through the castle, followed by mortar falling from the ceiling. Kitexa jumped, sparks flying from her fingertips from the sheer surprise of the force. How did he make that noise? This time a small thump accompanied it, as well as the vague sound of shouting.
"She's up." Xathreg said, coming back into the room, his hair finally back to normal. Just as he sat down, Luxaji opened the doors, not even dressed yet. She had a cup of tea in one hand, and a plushie frog in the other. Stomping over to the only available seat, the one next to Xurikus, she almost slammed her cup on the table and with a thunk, sat in her chair.
"Good. Now that we are all assembled, I need to go over the history of the nobodies." At this, the group lifted their heads, all of them interested in how it was they had become this. Kitexa knew exactly what happened, so she leaned back in her chair just slightly. She had been there, seen Organization XIII, been a part of it. She knew the original nobodies. Especially Axel. Although Anaxn's words drowned her ears, she was too lost in her memories.

Axel, number eight of the organization, the flurry of dancing flames. He was the Organization member she was closest to, along with Demyx and his constant attempts at flirting with her. But Axel was the one she doted on, the one she followed all the time. He listened to her when she needed to rant and he, unlike others, actually understood her. His views were similar to hers, after all. He, like Kitexa, was different. They both disliked the Superior of Organization XIII, Xemnas. He was wrong in saying they could not feel; Kitexa was sure of it. Axel was very close to her. She was the only one he shared information with, what he thought, what he "felt", what had happened during missions. Perhaps they were close because of their first encounter. Just after she had woken from the darkness and saw Axel, she tried to beat him up, thinking she was still under attack by the Heartless. Yes, there was definitely something between them; in her own way, Kitexa even loved him. But still, she was a nobody. Shaking her head, she focused again on what Anaxn was saying.

"Although Sora had made it through Castle Oblivion, he had lost all of his memories. Namine offered to return those memories but he would have to forget everything that happened in the Castle." At this, Kitexa let her chair fall back into place and gave her full attention to the speech Anaxn was giving. Namine had worked with her on caring for Roxas while he was still asleep in the darkness.
"Roxas himself had been transported to an alternate Twilight Town by Diz, also known was Ansem the wise. Namine was gradually restoring his memory and eventually he returned to the other side of Sora's heart." Kitexa sighed, leaning back again. So Roxas had regained his heart. It was comforting for their cause, knowing someone had done it already.
"Soon after, Sora woke from his sleep and was confronted by more Heartless threatening the worlds. Alongside them was Organization XIII, a group of nobodies who planned to open Kingdom Hearts, the heart of all worlds, using the hearts that the Heartless collected. They had already lost six of their members and Sora continued to kill the others, putting them back into the darkness they came from. Finally only four were left and with the help of Riku, Sora defeated the Organization." There was silence as Anaxn resettled herself in her chair, the other nobodies still processing the information.

"However, there are pieces that are missing in this tale. For example, where we three Organization members fit." Kitexa glanced at the two other, Luxaji and Anaxn. She was right. Where did they fit in this tale? None of them remembered each other, yet they would have been in the Organization at the same time. There was an uncomfortable silence as a few of them shifted around.

"As for now, we need to settle the matter of leadership and numbers of command. As previous members of Organization XIII, I believe Luxaji, Kitexa and I should lead this group. As the one who has organized everything so far and the one who stayed in the Organization longest, I shall be number 1. Kitexa, how long did you stay in the Organization?"
"From the beginning until the awakening of Roxas.""And you, Luxaji?" There was silence, then a sort of snoring sound from the end of the table. She had her face buried in her frog and cup held loosely in one hand. Xurikus bounced in his seat, hand raised and eager grin on his face. Anaxn nodded and he slowly began tugging the tea away from her. As soon as her arm started to unbend, she jumped up, snatching the cup back towards her and hissing at him.
"Luxaji!" Snapping out of primal instincts mode, she looked up at the front of the table and blinked at Anaxn.
"How long were you with Organization XIII?" She stared blankly at Anaxn, then shook her head, trying to remember through the morning haze.
"About six months, before they moved into Castle Oblivion."
"Kitexa shall be number 2 due to experience and Luxaji number 3. Now as number 4.…" Anaxn looked around at the still vaguely tired nobodies except one, who was bouncing in his chair, green hair flying over both shoulders and into his eyes. Kitexa glanced at him, eyebrow raised, as did Anaxn. When Kitexa first saw him, he had been swearing and certainly not looking like the leader type. But as he hadn't paid attention during the entire speech, he must have already known about Organization XIII. Or maybe he was just stupid. Staring at him for a little longer, Anaxn's eyes narrowed, then she sighed.
"Xurikus shall be number 4 and Dekayx is number 5. Sicjexas is number 6." Looking around, Kitexa began guessing who would be next. Tasirxt was probably the oldest of them all and there was a certain aura about her. However, Naryx also had a mysterious aura, what with the sunglasses and trench coat.
"Tasirxt is number 7" She knew it. "And Naxelaith will be number 8." Now that was a surprise. Hearing a sort of mocking noise, Kitexa turned to see Naxelaith sticking her tongue out at Xetaik, who was gritting her teeth, from across Naryx.
"Xetaik is number 9," Now hold on. Why did Anaxn put her in ninth? Judging by the slightly amused smirk on Anaxn's face as she watched Xetaik make faces at number 8, just to piss her off.
"Kexlly as number 10. Xathreg will be 11, and that leaves Naryx as 12." He probably would have complained, but he currently seemed to be in a vegetative state.
"That is all. We will have a training meeting tomorrow at ten, so be ready this time." As soon as Anaxn had disappeared into a portal of darkness, the entire group rushed out the door, eager to get out of the oppressive room. Kitexa yawned following the group. Where we they all going? It's not like there was anything vital to do, she thought as she opened up a portal for herself. Maybe they were all going to sleep. Now that she thought of it, sleep was not such a bad idea.