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Axel

Left. Right. Left, left, left. Right. I stalk through the halls looking for Larxene. She'll know how to... dispose of the men. She'll know how to rid the boys. I can't think of any reason why the blonde haired boy, Roxas, could mean so much to me. Actually, I can. That won't and doesn't matter until I can confirm it with the superior though. I come upon an innocent looking Aerith carrying an armful of towels. I decide to pounce.

"Aerith!" I all but shout, "Have you seen Larxene go anywhere today?"

Her quiet voice responds and I almost feel a bit guilty for yelling, "Well, she was outside earlier with the others. Most of them have left though, besides that brunette and silverette boy. Demyx is out there because of the brunette and Lexaeus is out there to make sure no one gets hurt and to keep the silent silverette company. I believe I saw Larxene go upstairs to her own third floor training room. The one by the empty room where Demyx keeps all his extra cellos."

I'd calmed down enough now, although my hands were still clenched into tight fists. "Thanks Aerith," I respond, and with that I stalk off again this time looking for the nearest elevator.

I don't know who suggested to put elevators in this place, but they are forever in my heart as an all time god. There is no way anyone could go anywhere in this castle of a place without the aforementioned elevators. I pass the kitchen and I realize there is one down the hall.

As I step into the elevator, pushing the round three button, I can still smell the salmon wafting from the kitchen. That means that Xigbar is cooking and that Xaldin imported fancy wine from Italy probably. Xigbar never cooks his fancy salmon without something equally deserving to drink. I can't get drunk tonight. I have to plan tonight. Tomorrow I can set out on a mission... maybe Xigbar and Zexion can help me. They are the best assassins. Larxene is defiantly going to help.

'Ding.'

I step out on the third floor with a purpose and sprint out down the hall to find Larxene's specialized training room. I find it after hearing the sound of cellos. I peek in the instrument filled room first... I thought Demyx was outside. I see familiar spiky blue hair. Who ever knew Saix could play cello?

Then I spin on my heel and force my way into Larxene's training room. Most of her rooms are just plain rectangle rooms with plenty of targets as this one is; only a few of them are mazes. I'm lucky to find that this one is a simple rectangular room with little Marluxia dolls as targets. Did I forget to mention that her targets represent the other members of the team? Her slim form is by one of the practice dolls pulling out one of her glittering kunai.

"Larx. I need your help."

She tenses at first, but that's only because she was sneaked up upon and she didn't realize it. After a terse moment I see her nodded and motion for me to continue; she's still working on that stuck kunai.

"I need help killing someone off," she prefers it when I'm blunt; "they did some stuff to Roxas I ain't happy about. Other people around them need to learn that it is not good to touch property that could end up being the mobs. Plus, I just don't feel safe letting people like that try to snatch him back. So, I need you to help me track them down and off them. What do you say?"

Larxene was silent for a moment, kunai successfully pulled out of its tricky embedding. She turned around agonizingly slow, and when I finally saw her dark navy eyes I saw an interesting light behind her processing glare.

"Is he? We all brought someone with us, or were brought in besides Xemnas... I brought in Demyx, Vexen brought Marluxia, Lexaeus and Zexion came together, so on and so forth. We were all drawn to this place. We need it Axel, and we can't have it until we have all assembled. Is he the one Axel? The thirteenth?" Larxene almost sounds melancholy when she asks me, but that's impossible.

"I have to check with Xemnas..." I hesitate.

"If he is... then I'll do it. I'm not doing this for some random kid Ax, much as I love you."

"I'll go find the kid, and find out then."

"You lost him!" It was more of an exclamation then a question.

I smile in a sheepish manner and then assure her with a quick, "I'm sure he's still around the library."

She groans and then shoos me out of her training room, motioning that she'll help me look for the blonde boy.

Roxas

I didn't know people could whip around that fast. I mean seriously, he probably broke a rib or something turning around to try and face me. Where's that nurse again? He might need hospital attention!

The slate haired boy- Zexion, looked at me, his mouth opened wide, his eyes fashioned after does. I continued to wait patiently for him to speak, but all he could seem to do is move his lips in attempts to say words. He started flailing is arms about like a monkey, trying to convey what he was thinking. He ended up looking ridiculous.

Penelo, instead cut in crying, "What?"

They must not be very happy. "Well, if I'm going to be staying here, I figure I can help with something right? I don't want to just wait around for Axel's beck and call. I want in the action. I want to do something to help. No one likes Mayor Seymour anyway. He's such a creeper…"

Zexion is a switchblade as he retracts his silly dancing around and flips back out what looks a furious stance. I can tell his heart isn't in the anger though. His face may be red, his hands may be clenched, his breath may be coming out in puffs, but his eyes are just as dull and uncaring as they were before. Axel was the same way earlier. Everything about him screamed anger, and he probably was close, Axel's heart just wasn't in the fury. Penelo is the only person I've seen around with actual emotion, but then again I haven't seen many people here…

All of a sudden I feel hot breath on my cheek. I turn my face back to look at the now pressed against mine, face of Zexion. I barely registered that the books he had so hastily scrambled to pick-up were now dumped on the floor again in a haphazard pile.

"You have no idea what goes on here. We murder, we steal, we do unspeakable things for money, we corrupt the innocent, and we ruin people's lives. You do not want to be a part of us. We will ruin you, we will ruin anyone who has ever been a part of you. We will make you manifest in darkness, let you become a part of the unforgivable shadows. We are hollow inside and dead to the world. Left to rot. You don't want to doom yourself by signing a contract with the devil." His voice, cruel and his snarl, malicious, didn't deter me from those unthinking eyes, those glazed over eyes. They were a different thing al together. I shot back:

"You have no idea."

With that I pushed past his limp and unmoving body, his small form just standing in position. I head the way Zexion was going towards before. I gingerly step over the pile of novels, and disappear into the stacks, racks, and rows of books. It's not difficult to find the pathway he would have taken to head to the large grandeur front doors to the library.

I pushed through them, slamming them open with a fake and unseen amount of teenage angst I haven't known since I dropped out of highschool. I stomp down a bare white hall filled with odd marble flowers and paintings of wolves. I put on the mask of fuming to let anyone who watched me to 'stay the hell away.' I wish I could actually fume. Whenever I try to register emotion, I simply can't. I can pretend to feel it, I can want to feel it, I just can't. Instead I end up an apathetic mess. I still think that's why I can throw away my life, without a care. You do stupid things without a conscience .

Out into the foyer that started this interesting hell I parade and run smack dab into a chest of a tall man. If I were able to feel fear or had a brain enough to realize, I would be pissing my pants, screaming in circles, throwing small pebbles, and hiding under covers after I looked up.

My eyes trailed the chest, obviously coated in uniform black, up to a tan chin, and finally were trapped, in the most peculiar, and hate filled pair of gold eyes.

Riku

We had all heard stories of the Nobodies and there terrible deeds, but watching Sora splash around with that musician (as he swore to be), I couldn't believe that they had done all the terrible things the rumors said.

I was currently playing chess with Lexaeus. I used to be fantastic at chess. Then again, I used to go to the best private school in the Radiant Garden part of things. I used to have more money then I knew what to do with. At one point I was going to be the heir to a fortune that could feed all the homeless people on the streets where I now live.

That life stopped once I found the adoption papers, no way in hell was I becoming one of the prestigious Leonhart linage if I wasn't one of them. They may own half the town, what with the Squallmart, and the Squallbucks, and the Leonhart Library, and every other 'Squall' or 'Leonhart' place in the city... I didn't care, I had been lied to up until I was 19. I ran away that year. I find it funny that I'm now basking in the delights of their number one enemy; 'The Nobodies.'

You see, Restoration is the number one opposing mob of the Nobodies. They have been for centuries... no one exactly know where all of this started though. I've just been told that the animosity has around since the foundation of the two groups.

I see Lexaeus move his clear glass Queen diagonally, trying to capture my dark obsidian Rook. I move my Rook out of his Queen's clutches. Lexaeus is a quiet man, like myself, but very insightful.

I suppose we'll be staying here awhile. I've already figured out that we're like specific prostitutes for whoever chose us. I suppose that means I am in Zexion's belonging. Sora would belong to Demyx, and Roxas to the crimsonde.

If I must stay here I'm going to bask in the luxuries I've missed. Lunch being one of them... I hope they're having fish. Sushi was always my favorite dish at Squall's place. I could also pick back up on the studies I missed out on, the library must have something on it... it was only the size of the Squallmart downtown. I may not miss the people, or what I was going to grow up to be... but I do miss the opportunities I gave up. I miss all the things I could learn and had the chance to do.

I could definitely try to milk it out of this place before they kicked us back on our asses. I'm sure I could learn a thing or two from this 'Silent Hero' type sitting across from me taking my castle. If anything I was going to try and stay around him and that little emo boy who claimed me. He looked intelligent. I wonder if they need any help taking down someone from Restoration?

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