Axel breathed heavily, spinning his Chakra in his hands. He had been out here for hours, drenched in sweat having target practice with the blonde haired Demyx. The Melodious Nocturne had already taken off his top and was sitting on the floor, his sitar cradled in his arms as he summoned more and more of the aquatic shadows of himself. The younger nobody's torso was glistening and he too was breathing heavily, but he continued, pushing himself further and playing harder.
Axel stared at his partner's chest for a second a smiled; he was well toned for someone who looked so scrawny underneath the large black organisation issue cloak they all wore. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts Axel threw a chakra at the closest of the shadows, cutting clean through it before returning to Axel's hands. Shifting his feet he prepared to cut through another barrage.
Axel laughed as Demyx fell backwards, staring up into the black sky. His sitar evaporated quickly and Demyx relaxed, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. Axel smiled and sent his Chakra away before unzipping the black coat that weighed upon his tired shoulders. Sliding it off his shoulders he felt the cool breeze against his chest. Walking over to where Demyx was laying, Axel lay down next to him, staring at the mark in the sky that was slowly becoming Kingdom Hearts. Soon Kingdom Hearts would be complete, and then so would all Nobodies, and they wouldn't have to live from remembered Emotions, they could live out real ones. Demyx shuffled upwards slightly to rest his head on Axel's chest, before closing his eyes. Axel smiled and run his gloved fingers over his lover's chest, closing his own eyes and falling asleep.
Roxas walked back up the stairs from the laboratory, too tired to summon a dark portal to take him back to his room. Saïx and Zexion had said little to him when they finally let him from the cage. He had done something that they hadn't expected and he had no idea what it was. He pushed it from his thoughts, all would come clear eventually he hoped, there was nothing more he could do. Looking at his hands he wondered how those Keys had appeared so suddenly, and what it meant about him. Xemnas had told him that all of the Nobodies were people with strong hearts and wills, who had been turned into Heartless. The members of the Organisation were the strongest, so strong that the leftover body retained the memories and strengths of the heart. Roxas hadn't been able to summon a weapon at all when Xigbar had first taken him to the superior, so Xemnas could say nothing as to who he was.
Walking past the dining room Roxas stopped when he heard voices. One of them was Marluxia's the other, he could only assume was Larxene's. He was about to continue his walk when he heard a snatch of their conversation and believed it was better if maybe he heard a bit more of it.
"Marluxia, do you have any idea what you are suggesting?" Larxene's said, her voice hushed but still loud enough to hear outside.
"Of course, I know exactly what I'm suggesting 12. Xemnas has entrusted Castle Oblivion and Naminé to me. It is possible that we could do it."
"But…the Superior, surely he will stop us."
"Larxene, Xemnas is a fool; all he cares about is Kingdom Hearts. He doesn't care what we do; taking over the Organisation should be easy for us. Especially if I could use Naminé correctly, Sora could become our puppet in no time at all."
Roxas walked away quickly, he did not want to get involved in this so soon after joining the Organisation. He didn't know what Marluxia was even talking about. Who was Sora, and how could the Naminé that had only recently been found be used to make Sora a puppet. Roxas' head span slightly it was all too much for him, and the name Sora struck something deep within him.
Reaching his room, Roxas lay down on his bed. His muscles ached, and all he wanted was sleep.
Zexion said nothing for a while after Saïx had left the laboratory, merely looking over his notes from Roxas' test and the notes he had made afterwards, when he analysed them. It didn't make sense, none of it. Roxas held the Keyblade, which meant he had to be the Nobody of the Chosen One, Sora. Zexion shook his head, it was unfeasible, Sora was not a heartless and he was currently under surveillance in Traverse Town.
Sitting down Zexion bit on his bottom lip in thought, it was a complete dilemma. Closing his eyes he ran over every possibility, not even turning when he heard the dark portal open behind him. He ignored whoever it was; it was probably Saïx telling him that the Superior wanted to see him.
"Well Zexion, how did the new recruits test go?" Vexen asked, stepping from the darkness with infinite calm, not bothering to greet his fellow Elder.
"Vexen…this is none of your concern correct? The Superior left this in the hands of Saïx and myself did he not?"
"Certainly he did, but call it professional curiosity if you will. He is different from the other Nobodies, more so than we ourselves. It's intriguing and it merits further research I believe."
Zexion stayed quiet for a few seconds before looking at Vexen, surely it wouldn't matter if he knew, he was an Elder as well.
"Roxas…summoned a Keyblade during the test, and used it much the same way Sora does. Neither of us could figure out why and how, but we both believe it should be kept from him."
Vexen stared at Zexion, his eyebrows raised slightly, "You…are fooling with me Zexion, Sora is not a heartless, there is no way Roxas could be his nobody. They look completely different, its idiocy that you even consider the possibility."
Standing up Zexion grunted softly, "Surely you see the similarity between the two. Both of the Keyblades he used have been previously used by Sora, which is irrefutable."
Neither of the Elders spoke for a while, both of them thinking up a possible explanation. Vexen paced the floor, his head in his hand, muttering softly to himself, where Zexion stood there, arms crossed tapping his foot.
"This is definitely interesting 6, definitely interesting indeed." Vexen grunted before opening a portal and stepping through, leaving Zexion alone with his notes.