Well, heres the next chapter, please R&R

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//Braig held Xehanort, until the kid cried himself to sleep. When his sobs had died down, he laid the kid back down on the couch and covered him with the thin blanket again. Standing up he winced, as the muscles in his legs protested against the sudden movement. He then worked out the crick in his neck, that had developed while being slightly bent over the kid.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when a small hand gripped his. He looked down at a boy who was only about seven years old, with silver-blue locks that covered half of his face. He had a thoughtful look on his face.

"Is Master Ansim going to let him stay?"the small boy asked, even for a seven year old, he was short.

Braig smiled at the small boys name for his task-master. He couldn't quite say it, so when he said it, it added a bit of a child's charm to it. For seven years old, the kid was incredibly polite and proper, Braig desperately wanted to find the parents that had abandoned the squirt, after breaking him of anything one would have expected from a seven year-old kid. Keeping all of his thoughts from reflecting on his face he said,

"Most likely squirt, looks like you'll have someone to talk to while me and Master Ansem are busy."

"Master Ansim and I" the squirt corrected, "And I like watching you and Master Ansim work." Braig sighed.

"Ya know, you should lighten up a little Ienzo."

"What do you mean?"

Braig gave a louder more exasperated sigh, before surprising the kid by pulling him up off the floor and into the air. Braig caught him and braced him on one hip while the child giggled into his shoulder. He grinned.

"THAT'S what I mean."

Saix, determined to completely forget the incident that occurred earlier that morning, had helped Vexen with his experiment, to his and Vexen surprise, with no complaints or crude remarks. Unfortunately, after he left the Chilly Academics lab, the mornings scenario decided to come and haunt him.

Since when did Demyx and Larxene get along so well. Since when did Larxene get along with anyone?! Axel was still storming around, he had managed to wash most of the green dye off, but it still hadn't come out of his red hair. Somewhere in the time he was washing the dye off, Demyx and Larxene snuck into his room and stole all of his Org.XIII robes. It had been a rather awkward moment when Axel had rushed down the hallway after them, clad only in a pair of blue boxers.

Demyx's and Larxene's sudden friendship had not gone unnoticed. In the single day they had been cooperating with each other, Saix had heard almost every member comment on it. They were all wondering about it, but none of them dared to suggest out loud that perhaps they were seeing each other. Luxord almost did, but Axel shut him up in enough time for Larxene to walk in the door, thankfully not hearing the implied pairing. Even Saix was afraid of Larxene in a temper.

Saix shook his head in an attempt to clear it. The notion was still bothering him and he absolutely HATED it when he couldn't explain things.

Feet pounding on the hard tile floor brought him out of his musings. He sighed. What had Demyx and Larxene done this time? They had been on a role of simultaneous pranks today, catching just about everyone off guard. But it had been strange, after Zexion and Xigbar had been subject to being drenched with gallons of water, they shared an unreadable look. Shortly after, Xaldin had a bucket of blue dye land on his head. After he wiped his face, instead of being incredibly angry, he had gotten about the same look on his face before he walked off to find someone to complain to or get a change of clothes.

Saix shook his head again. There was no point in worrying about something he couldn't solve. But it still irked him as he stripped and stepped into the shower, not bothering to wait for the water to heat up. Normally, it wouldn't bother him this much, but, it was so damn FAMILIAR, and he didn't know why or what from. He rested his forehead against the glass door as the water finally heated up. The other thing was that it was like he should be doing something. Not stopping them, or trying to punish them, but like he should be helping them set the pranks up. It was bizarre.

And. It. Was. Driving. Him. Fucking. Insane.

Snarling as his movements became more and more vehement as he moved through the process of washing himself. After rinsing a last time, he turned off the water with a vicious twist and slammed the shower door open, leaving a dent in the wall. Stalking into his room, he pulled on a pair of boxers and flung the towel across the room. He angerly pulled the covers off his bed and slid into bed, and pulled the covers over him. Surprisingly, almost the moment his head touched the pillow, he fell asleep. And for the first time in a long time, he dreamed.

He peered around the corner, making sure no one there would stop them. He looked back at his to comrades and motioned that the coast was clear. The two blonds darted around the corner, carefully holding the delicate package between them. They were nearly identical, blond hair flopping in their faces, blue-green eyes, only slightly off. Their differences were obvious though, one being a boy, the other a girl, and the fact that their powers were natural enemy's, water and lightning, but everyone was convinced that they were twins, and they were obviously not a couple.

They sped down the hallway to the kitchen, where their superiors were soon to be. The two blonds darted underneath the table and quickly began to attach the package to the underside of the table, while he stood watch. Mischievous giggles told him that they were done. They crawled out from underneath the table and the three of them bolted for the door opposite the one they came in, situating themselves so they would be able to watch their plan unfold.

A few moments later, a man with black dreadlocks and a look that said he would kill you if you got in between him and his first cup of coffee. Shortly after, another man walked in, this one wearing an eye-patch and had several grey streaks in his hair. The man with dreadlocks shoved a cup of black coffee at him, which was received with a grumbled thank you. It wasn't long before two other men walked in, one significantly shorter than the other, with silver locks covering half his face. The other was tall and burly, with chestnut hair and a look that said 'nobodies home'.

As the two newcomers sat down, each with a mug of coffee held securely in their hands, a man of average height and shoulder length hair, bounded in, overly awake and began jabbering about some experiment or another, oblivious to the fact tat the others had no interest of care about what the man was talking about, and obviously wanted him to shut the hell up.

Within a few moments, the man with the black dreadlocks was on his feet yelling, which was readily returned by the blond. The man with grey streaks in his hair finally stood up and yelled at them both, slamming his hands on the table.

The unknown watchers giggled a bit, and there was a short silence, like the calm before a storm. Then a small thud could be heard and the package thay had so painstakingly attached to the table, exploded, causing a green smoke to leak out.

The man with the silver hair clapped a hand over his nose, yelling, "OH, DEAR LORD!!!"

The man with dreadlocks, coughed several times and bolted out the door opposite the three were hiding behind, the man with grey in his hair not far behind, making some crack about "beware the winds of despair," earning a yell from his fellow.

The burly man ran out the door a few second later, closely followed by the man who still had his hand clamped over his nose, obviously drastically affected by the fumes.

That left the blond man. He stood there with his hand over his nose, scowling, before stalking over to the door the three had concealed themselves behind, and yanked it open. Glaring at them as they tumbled over, he said,

"I don't even want to know how you three pulled that one off, but I suggest you disappear for a while, before one of the others gets their hands on you."

The three just grinned sheepishly up at him, before the blond boy spoke up, "Awww, come on Vexen, you were about to laugh too, and it doesn't even smell that bad."

The man sighed, "To your noses it might seem mildly unpleasant, but to ours, especially number VI's, it is rancid." looking down at their disbelieving faces, he sighed, "I honestly don't know what I'm going to do with you, Edym." he made a shooing motion with his hands, "Go now."

The three just grinned up at him and then quickly bolted away, disappearing out the doorway, while Vexen smiled fondly after them.

Saix sat bolt upright. What the HELL was THAT about?!? he put a hand to his forehead. He could name all of the people in his dream. Xaldin, Xigbar, Zexion, Lexaeus, Vexen, and younger versions of Larxene and Demyx. It was so damn REAL, but it couldn't be, could it? He didn't remember much of his past, only flashes that made absolutely no sense. Could these be pieces of his memory, put together?

Damn, another thing that he couldn't figure out.

He flung the covers off of him, quickly changing in to the normal tight, black pants, and the leather vest that he wore underneath the robe. Jamming his feet into his boots, he left the uniform gloves and coat on his bed, deciding that he wasn't in the mood to wear them.

Normally, he made sure everything was just so, feeling as though he had to be an example to the younger members, who were always trying to get out of wearing the black uniforms.

At the moment, one pant leg wasn't tucked into the boot correctly, and was bunched up at the top of the boot. The coat was missing, as were the gloves, his hands were jammed in his pockets as he wandered down the hall, no particular destination in mind, mulling over his dream. He was probably the only one up, it was about five in the morning, he doubted anyone else was being plagued with beyond bizarre dreams, considering most nobodies couldn't dream.

He was jolted from his musings when a loud crash was heard and an angry yell echoed down the overly tall hallways. He stopped, was it Demyx and Larxene again..? As if on queue, said Nobodies came bolting down the hall, with near terrified expressions. Seeing him, they made an attempt to stop, and in doing so both tripped and would have done face plants if Saix hadn't reached out and grabbed their arms.

Moments later an enraged Marluxia came racing around the corner. And quickly came to a stop when he saw both blonds in Saix's grip.

He looked from the graceful assassin to the two blonds, his expression demanding an explanation.

"Those IDIOTS were trying to dump some tub of shit on my head!!!" Marluxia nearly yelled.

"Its not like it would have damaged anything." Demyx muttered.

Marluxia began to turn an interesting shade of purple, and lunged at Demyx. Saix yanked the teen out of the way, and barked out "Enough Number XI!"

Marluxia froze, recognizing the use of status, only used when orders were given, or you were addressing Zexion.

Stiffening he looked at Saix. "Yes, Saix" he nearly spat out, and turned on his heel, but not before he smiled sadistically at Saix's captives, and disappeared down the hall.

Saix was beginning to wonder if someone was planning these encounters.

Xehanort was slowly adopted into the strange family that was Ansem, Braig, and little Ienzo. He slowly adapted to the confusion that was always present as Ansem and Braig were always dealing with some experiment or another. Ienzo was always turning up at the most unexpected times. But despite the chaos, he felt right in place. Braig always found time for playing around, and Ansem allowed him to watch their experiments with Ienzo. Sometimes the two scientists would concoct small explosions and illusions for their entertainment.

Ienzo was strange, but he was good company. Xehanort found himself slowly becoming closer and closer to the smaller boy.

So it was natural that they would be playing together when they met Even. He was eight years old and had blond hair and green eyes, and he lived about four blocks away with his mother. He said his father left them along time, just a little bit after he was born. He was very interested in chemistry and the sciences and was ecstatic when he found out that they lived with THE Ansem. He nearly fell over when they invited him over to meet their adopted family.

He cold barely string together an intelligible sentence when he first met Ansem and Braig, to the point where Braig joked that Ansem was the next hit idol.

Evens visits became more and more frequent, that he was almost a part of the family. It was also why he was taken in with out question, after his mother passed away.

They found out when Braig, Ienzo and Xehanort were walking Even home from one of his daily visits. When they reached his house, it was dead quiet. They had just assumed that his mother was out shopping, or out with one of her friends. So the walked in, and Even demanded they come see his room, while Braig wandered around the house, an uneasy feeling coming over him. He made the mistake of wandering into the bathroom.

There was Evens mother in the white bathtub, now stained red. Two nasty gashes were across her wrists. Braig felt his gorge rise at the copper tang of blood clogged his nostrils. There was a note, sitting next to the sink, strangely free of any blood. Braig grabbed it and nearly ran out the door before shutting it firmly behind him.

After leaning against the wall, he took several breaths of cleaner air and opened the note.

"I'm sorry...I just cant take it anymore.

I've played the good mother for long enough.

Even is now old enough to understand the way the world works and I will not spend another day in this wretched existence.

I can't be a good mother now, and I pray someone will show my son kindness.

I'm sorry, and good-bye Even."

Braig felt a strange mixture of sorrow and rage at the woman, sorrow, that she felt the need to take her life, and rage that she would just leave her son, just like that. He slumped to the floor, suddenly very exhausted, when light footstep's came up to him.

"Braig? Whats wrong?"Evens light voice asked.

Braig looked up in enough time to grab the kid before he entered the bathroom.

"HEY! I have to go to the bathroom!"

Braig, unable to make words come out of his mouth, just shook his head and tightened his hold on the boy. Ienzo and Xehanort came up to them, taking in Evens angered face and Braig's unnaturally pale face.

"Braig, whats going on?" Ienzo's nervous voice asked softly.

"Where going home now," he managed to whisper, "and you need to come with us too, okay Even."

All of them could sense that something was terribly wrong. All of them nervously followed him, even more so when he couldn't keep the sadness from his face when he looked at Even.

They reached the house, Braig ordered them to stay in Ienzo's room as he ran to Ansem and showed him the note.

The older mans face saddened and immediately said, "He will stay with us."

"Your going to have to talk to-"

"I know, that why I go and take care of this, your going to stay with them."

Braig nodded and Ansem headed out to deal with the Gardens security.

The tired teen went and collected the three boys and took them down to the living room and started a fire in the fireplace that the boys had just been sitting around after playing for several hours in the snow.

"Braig, please, whats going on." Evens shaking voice asked.

Braig faked a smile, "Your going to spend the night, okay Even?"

Even returned Braig's less than convincing smile with a shaky one of his own, "O-okay."

Suddenly verrrrry exhausted, Braig collapsed on the couch. Ienzo slowly climbed up beside him, not liking this sudden turn of events, knowing that there was something very big that he wasn't telling them.

Even and Xehanort followed Ienzo, curling up next to them.

Ansem walked in, tired from dealing with the idiots that ran security. He felt very bad for the chiefs son, Leon, who had to sit through it all.

What he was greeted with warmed his heart, especially after the days events.

Braig had all three of the boys around him on the couch, Xehanort's head was pillowed on Braigs thigh, Ienzo was curled up on his lap, and Even was on his other side.

Ansem leaned against the wall, just watching them as silent tears flowed down his face.

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