I'm sorry it takes me so long to write an update. I wish my life weren't so busy and complicated, but there isn't a whole heck of a lot I can do about that. I'm still waiting for some help coming up with a title. Anyway, thanks in advance for reading my miserable attempt at a story.

Again, cookies and milk will be served at the end of the show.

I reached my room and promptly collapsed into my bed. The mattress embraced me like a long lost lover. I was half way to sleep when I was abruptly startled back to consciousness by a very impatient Xemnas. When that man had a riddle to answer there was no stopping him.

"What happened?" He asked with a very curious look on his face. Of course there was no concern at all for me there.

"Dinner? It's a fairly simple concept. You're provided with food that you cut up, place in your mouth, masticate and swallow. Granted several of our cohorts don't always seem to grasp the notion and either skip several of the stages like chewing and cutting or they simply wind up wearing more than they ingest." I knew what he wanted to know, but frustrating him was a favorite past time of mine.

That look of curiosity was beginning to wane. He said sternly, "I am talking about on the mission. What happened to you?"

"I already explained that to Larxene." I did not feel like recounting my tale again. Every time I thought about it my head started pounding again and I was finally starting to feel normal again.

"I know, but all Larxene said was that 'you're full of shit' and a 'wimp'." I couldn't believe that she would tell everyone what had happened so soon. Who was I kidding, if anyone reveled in my misery, it was her.

"That bitch! If I weren't so exhausted I would hunt her down and personally show her how much of a 'wimp' I really am!" That woman deserved a beating and I wanted to be the one to give it to her. Only problem is that she might enjoy it more than I did. I shuddered at the thought of her little sadomasochistic torture chamber she called a room.

"Yes, yes, I'm sure you will have plenty of time to do that later. Now, explain to me this time. What happened out there?" He sat down and made himself comfortable for the long story that was about to ensue.

I let out a long drawn out sigh. He wasn't going to go away until he had his answers. I began to recount the tale of what had occurred. This time though, having recently had my ego sufficiently bruised by Larxene, I elaborated on all the gory details of my exploits.

Kill, kill, kill...

Pain...

Black...

"... and I woke up here with what felt like the aftermath of a week long drinking binge with Luxord." That man could drink anyone-living, dead or anywhere in between-under the table. I swear, he was brought into this world with a deck of cards in one hand and a half-empty whisky bottle in the other.

Xemnas now had an even more puzzled look on his face. "Who is Denzel?"

I winced in pain. The mention of that name instantly brought back the stabbing sensation inside my skull. "I don't know. You're the genius, you tell me."

Seeing that I really did not have a clue and that he was going to have to come up with his own solutions, he began to formulate his own hypothesis. "Well, at dinner you implied that Roxas, or Denzel as you called him, was your son."

"Wait, that's not possible. We're Nobodies. We can't have children. Can we?" I was starting to panic. What if there was a bunch of little cruel heartless Saixes running around the universe? How many offspring could there be? Then I came to the realization that I couldn't have any children. I didn't have time to copulate I was too busy killing things. Now Zexion on the other hand, had probably fathered enough bastard children to occupy the orphanages on several worlds.

Seeing my hysteria, Xemnas broke the silence, "Don't worry, in our current state of 'death', we can't procreate. Think of it as the ultimate form of birth control. Just don't tell Zexion, I have enough trouble keeping his appetites under control."

I gave a sigh of relief. "So, who is Denzel then?" I was starting to become curious myself. If this person's very name was going to cause me so much pain and grief I was going to locate them and show them my 'appreciation'.

"That's the million gil question, now isn't it? I think he was part of your past. A memory from your life that the image of that boy you were hunting reawakened. You should go find out for yourself. We don't have anything planned for a few days and I certainly don't need you threatening Demyx or Larxene for a while. Denzel may very well have been your son when you were alive. Just remember, that is no longer your life. You are a Nobody and you belong here now." I think he was telling me to go because he wanted the answer more for himself than for my well being.

My curiosity was overwhelming. I needed to know who 'Denzel' was. If for nothing more than morbid curiosity, I needed to know. "If you think it's appropriate? I'll leave in the morning."

"Excellent. Now be sure to pack lots of pens and paper. I want you to take extensive notes on everything you discover." With that he was finally satisfied, got up and left the room.

Finally I could get back to sleep. "Denzel..."

The next morning I woke feeling remarkably better, physically and mentally. I needed a vacation from this place and this may just be the perfect excuse to take one. I tried to quietly make my way down through the castle to the garage where we kept the gummi ships. To my dismay when I arrived there was already a gathering of inquisitive spectators. I made my way through the small crowd to the nearest gummi.

I was half way to the cockpit when I realized which ship it was. Why did it have to be this ship? Why did it have to be the Heart Throb? I began the startup sequence and turned on the outside cameras. Everyone was staring at Demyx's great blue phallic symbol in complete disbelief. Roxas was bouncing up and down waving as hard as he could, Larxene was flipping me the bird and Demyx was crying. I'm not sure if it was because I was taking his pride and joy or if it was because I was leaving. Either way, seeing him cry made me feel a whole lot better. I turned on the external speaker and addressed the crowd, "I will only be gone for a few days. There is some business I need to take care of. Oh, and Demyx, if Larxene looks lonely, be sure and give her a big hug from me." Demyx stopped his crying and turned to face Larxene. When she finally realized what I had said she met his gaze and when she did Demyx raised his arms and started towards her. She instantly bolted for the door and I am certain the colorful string of expletives directed at myself and Demyx was the likes of which we will never hear again.

With that I pulled out of the garage and left Castle Oblivion behind me. I hadn't given it much thought about where I should go or where I should start but anywhere was better than here.

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