"Oh man, I don't know what you did, but you have got to do that more." Thane told her as he passed by.

"Wait . . . ugh." She sighed as he didn't stop. "What did I do?" she asked noone in particular as she followed Jericho and Reno to class.

"How nice to see you grace us with your presence, Kenneth." Yen Sid said as the trio entered the class.

Reno just crossed his arms and glared at the man, still in a foul mood from being thrown against the steel pole. He would have ditched again if Thane hadn't insisted on going to class. Even Devin didn't want to ditch, which annoyed him. He'd much rather just get Rupert to do his work for him, since any time science was brought up, he'd do it. It didn't matter what kind of science, he'd be interested. The redhead sat in the furthest seat from the board as he could, which was coincidentally Zanna's seat.

"Oh why won't you get over it?" she asked as she saw him in her seat.

"Just go sit with moon boy or something. I don't even want to be here." He told her, waving her towards his own seat.

Shrugging, she took the empty seat by Jericho. The blue haired boy was reading a text on his phone and laughing to himself.

"What's funny?" she asked, nudging him with her elbow.

"Oh, the" he laughed some more "the question you asked Isaac. It's a lot funnier when you know about the Organization. He'll have to explain it to you."

"You can't?"

"It's better if he tells it; I don't know that much about Xigbar to explain to you." He laughed again.

"I wish I could . . . I dunno, remember this stuff, if what that girl said was true."

"What girl?"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to tell you. This girl broke into my room to look for a book that I found in my attic, among my mother's things. She called me Naxzan and told me that I had to find this certain group of people to remember why she called me that in the first place."

"Do you know what group of people you need to find?"

"I guess she meant the Organization. She said someone named Xemnas was plotting already or something."

"The Organization is dead. They've been dead . . . at least fourteen years. I don't know how you're going to find them."

Sighing, Zanna lightly punched the desk, purple sparks shooting from her fist. A small scorch mark, perfectly shaped like the side of her fist where she'd hit it. Both she and Jericho gaped at what had happened.

"I don't know why this keeps happening. I don't understand it, and it kind of scares me. What am I?" she whispered, tears glittering in her eyes.

The blue haired boy sighed. He didn't want to tell her, because it was their sworn secret of the group, but it might be the only way to help her feel better.

"You're not the only one like you. I get crazy during the full moon. Stupid things make me angry, and it's worse when I'm in the moon's light. My hair spikes up, and my eyes glow. It's been like that for a while now, and recently, it's getting worse. Reno can make flames. Dylan can manipulate water. Rupert borders on hypothermic all the time. Devin makes wind, Dimitri has this weird sense of earth, and Ember can create minor lightning bolts. Thane has more than a green thumb, he controls the plants to some extent, and he can make people feel ill. Bastien? Bastien can freeze time for a minute, maybe more now. You know what Isaac can do, kind of. He can also make you believe things, if he wants to. Mordy can bend the very fabric of space a little. We had to keep these gifts secret so that we wouldn't be attacked. They fear us because they don't understand us. It's a terrible thing to live with, but none of us would ever give it up. Being one of us . . . is a burden, but it's also a gift. You should eat with us from now on, because once they hear about it, we'll be all you have left."

Tears were streaming down his cheeks. He felt like he'd been relieved of a terrible burden. He hadn't realized how much he already cared for the girl, almost like a sister. Closing his eyes, he rested his face in his hands, attempting to hide the tears. He didn't look up when Zanna rested one arm on his shoulders, an expression of companionship. She smiled through the tears she shed for her friends and squeezed his shoulders.

"It doesn't matter what they say. You're a great guy, Saï."

She frowned at that, and pulled her arm away to think.

"Saï? Saïx? Wait, that's another memory unlocked . . . maybe . . ." she looked over at Jericho "Maybe I'm supposed to be here, with you, and Isaac, and the rest of the group. I remember more around you guys." She smiled.

"Wait, Saïx? I remind you of Saïx? What the?"

Zanna just shrugged as the bell rang and she ran off towards art class with a grin, Lexicon in hand. Laughing softly to herself, she slid into her seat in art and pulled out her journal. She wrote down everything she remembered on one of the pages, and jotted down what name came with which person's contact. So far she had Reno as the reminder of Axel, Jericho as Saïx, and Isaac as someone named Zex.

"No, not Zex . . . it's too short. The name is longer . . ." she muttered to herself, trying to figure it out. "Zex . . . Zexy . . . Zexion! Wait, Zexion?"

Opening the Lexicon, she shuffled through it quickly, to one of the parts she'd read earlier.

"This is . . . Zexion's . . . it belongs to him. Why would I have it?" She was still thinking when Isaac sat next to her, still softly chuckling.

"Okay, Xigbar is a who, not a what." He laughed.

Not looking over, Zanna dropped a hand onto his. He paused for a moment in explaining to look at her hand on his, a slight blush staining his cheeks. After a moment, her hand raised to her mouth.

"This is yours." She whispered, the hand over her mouth muffling it further.

She took her hand off of his and closed the Lexicon. Looking over at him, she brushed back the hair covering her right eye. Looking him full in the face, she offered the tome to him.

"It's yours. It's supposed to be yours." She whispered, just loud enough to hear.

Isaac blinked at her before taking hold of the book. Inhaling sharply as he held the book, his eyes closed. The book glowed a silvery cerulean for a few seconds, then faded. As the pale light faded, he opened his eyes.

"So that's why you called me Zex that day. It's who I am. And this . . . this was mine. This was my . . . weapon."

He flipped rapidly through the pages of the book, coming to the last entry, which was nowhere near the end. Reading, he saw his own writing stipulate that if any Organization member were to touch this book that Naminé and Roxas would separate from their Others in the same form that they'd been reabsorbed. That they'd be young again. And that he would miss Naxzan horribly. There was a note that if even from a scientific standpoint that they did not have hearts, he knew that what served for hers would be breaking when she learned of Axel's betrayal. Apparently in that lifetime, they'd been great friends.

"You can read that page?" Zanna whispered, breaking into his thoughts.

"Yeah, why? Can't you?" he turned the book towards her.

"No, I can't. It's in some kind of code." She shrugged after looking.

Isaac shrugged and went back to reading the Lexicon, hoping to learn something that he didn't know yet about the Organization. Zanna smiled slightly and returned to her drawing of the group. It could be used for the current art project that had been assigned, but she also wanted to get the details right before even starting the project. Not only did she want a copy for herself, but having the details was important to her.

"The Organization could do things, right? I mean, each person had something they could do specifically." She asked the teen as they put their things away to head to lunch.

"Yeah, each member had an element they could control. Why do you ask?"

"It's something that just occurred to me. Do you know who did what?"

"Yeah, I'll write it down for you at lunch. Are you joining us?"

"Yeah, it seems to be the only place I fit." She blushed.

As they walked to the band room, Isaac wrote down the information she needed on a sheet of his journal. He still wasn't sure what would happen if he wrote it in the Lexicon, so he kept that in his backpack. After she read over the torn out sheet that Isaac had given her, she stopped him in front of the band room.

"What if . . . what if we're supposed to be the Organization?" she asked tentatively.

Isaac's head jerked back in surprise. He'd never really thought about it before, but it could be possible. They did seem to have inexplicable abilities similar to the original members, including Zanna's newfound ability. It would require a lot more thought, and would actually answer more questions that he'd had for a while. Including his suspicion that his uncle knew something that he was hiding.

"But we'd be missing two. There was a total of fourteen members of Organization XIII, not thirteen like the name suggested, and one of those was merged with his Other."

"Hmm . . ." Zanna thought for a moment. "But Jericho told me that it's been only 14 years since the last one died, or something like that, what if they aren't in high school this time around yet?"

Isaac started chuckling.

"Xemnas in middle school . . . that would be funny. But who knows, I think it would be better to have answers over hypotheses."

"Hypotheses? That sounds like Rupert's line." She laughed as they started into the band room again.

Sitting with Jericho and Mordy again, she started to go through her backpack to find her lunch, only to remember she hadn't gotten one today. Grumbling about her mother, she put her stuff away and leaned back in the chair. She'd closed her eyes for only a moment when a shadow obscured the lights shining through her eyelids. Opening her eyes, she saw Dimitri standing over her, offering a sandwich and a foil wrapped cupcake.

"Thanks." She smiled, taking the food.

"Hey, you."

Zanna turned towards the voice, which belonged to Bastien, and was just vaguely accented. He tossed a glass bottle of what looked like a pink liquid at her, which she nearly fumbled. Seemingly before she could blink, he appeared in front of her and handed the bottle to her. She blinked rapidly for a moment before what Jericho had told her clicked in. Bastien returned to his seat by Devin, Dimitri, Rupert, and Dylan, while Zanna read the bottle.

"Atomic, huh?" she muttered to herself.

"They don't have one for time, so I prefer that one. Each of us usually has one of those they prefer. Reno likes Fire, Dylan likes Rain, and so on."

"So it works like the abilities then?" she grinned at him.

The band room dropped into sudden silence. Many of the members of the group stared at Zanna as though she'd grown another head. She sighed.

"Look, I'm not stupid, you had to know I was going to figure it out sooner or later. And it's not like I'm so different anyways." She shot a small blast at a music stand, toppling it over.

Some of them slowly started murmuring to their groups and resuming what they were doing, glancing at her every so often. Zanna just rolled her eyes and ate the gifted lunch that she got from Dimitri and Bastien. It would seem that they'd deemed her ok as well. She could only hope that the others would too.

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"So here's the gym, and down that hallway is the girls' locker rooms, Naminé. The boys' locker room is down that other hallway, Roxas. Wow, I swear you two look so familiar . . ." Sora, the school's counselor told the two teens.

Naminé looked at Roxas with a slight grin on her face, enjoying the fact that she'd kept their identities from Sora's past a secret from the man. She just hoped that Naxzan and the others had been in contact with the counselor. After showing them the lockers that they would have for this school term, Sora handed them their class schedules, which he'd explained how the days had worked. Fridays were always short classes, since it crammed all of them into one day. Set loose, the two wandered the school during that period, as it was halfway over.

"So what are we doing here, and why are we separate again?" Roxas asked her.

"Naxzan has found the Lexicon, and I'm assuming carries it around with her a lot. She did seem loath to give it to me when all I wanted was my sketchbook."

"Okay, and why is my Other so much older?"

"Because it took nearly two decades for her to find it again. I did send it to Ais' – Saïx's sister, who apparently birthed the reborn Naxzan. And I had Zexion make that spell affect us in that manner once any member of the Organization touched that book, don't you remember that?"

"You know I have a history of taking forever to remember stuff. Poor Axel had to learn that one the hard way. I miss him." The blond boy sighed wistfully.

"You'll see him again, I'm certain of it, if things are falling into place this fast." Naminé reassured him as they sat in the library, waiting for the next period.

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After French class, and a revelation about Thane having some connection in her memory with Marluxia, whoever that was, Zanna headed into the library to wait for Isaac. He'd agreed to help her with information on the Organization, as the questions came to her. She met up with him outside of the building, and they walked in together, barely noticing the two blondes looking at them as they passed by. Zanna did turn to look after a moment, frowning when she didn't see the girl anymore. They sat at a two person table to discuss Zanna's latest findings.

"Well, I just got one name, no details about the person. But it was Thane that triggered this one, by the name Marluxia."

"I can see how that would connect."

Pulling out a large paper, folded a few times, he showed her a drawing he'd had Thane make of the Organization's members. Looking it over, she was astounded to find that so many of the group's members looked just like the people on the paper.

"Can we copy this? I have some theories."

"Sure. I'll see if Thane will sketch you out a copy of it too."

After copying the sheet of fourteen people, one hooded and unclear as to their identity, Zanna started jotting down names and abilities over the heads of the people. She slid it around to show Isaac when she was done. He went over it, repeating softly what she'd written, laughing at a couple of her side comments.

"This does clear up some things, but our biggest question is where Xemnas is. Roxas should still be with Sora."

"Sora? The counselor?"

Isaac nodded. Zanna couldn't believe that their school counselor had somehow defeated the whole Organization, seeing as how her ability wasn't even at full strength, while he was a teenager. Apparently those keyblades that Isaac had mentioned were stronger than they appeared. Either that or there was something about Sora that she couldn't see. As she pondered what could possibly be different about the brown haired man, another memory clicked into place.

"That means your uncle . . ."

"Yeah, I used to harass him for information on the Organization all the time. He's got a lot of things he keeps somewhat secret from me though. Maybe we could talk to him after school, see if there's anything else we can get out of him."

"Sounds like a plan to me. My mother will be off doing who knows what for a while today anyways."

They continued their discussions about the Organization, catching Zanna up on what she hadn't known before, and simply needed to remember. It sometimes surprised him how quickly she picked it up, until he remembered that she probably already knew it, just had to remember it.

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Walking out of the school after the last bell had rang; Roxas spotted a familiar shade of red hair, and turned to follow it, only to be pulled back by Naminé.

"You'll get your chance to talk to him later. For now, we have to keep an eye on Naxzan, she has the book."

The boy slumped in defeat, but glanced over his shoulder one last time with a wistful look on his face, wanting to talk to Axel again. He still allowed himself to be herded by the smaller girl though, knowing there was something far more important than talking to old friends. Even if those friends had been more than friends.

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The two blondes did not go unnoticed though. Both Reno and Dylan had noticed the two, however in different ways. Dylan wondered who they were, and if they were some manner of exchange students, whereas Reno found himself obsessing over the blond boy. This frustrated him to no end, as he'd been raised to believe that the only acceptable pairings would be between a guy and a girl, nothing else. Even two girls together disgusted his parents, and by extension himself.

"Sorry Dylan, I know I said we'd hang out, but I have to do something at home . . . I totally forgot about it." He mumbled out as he quickly turned down a side street.

The guitarist looked oddly at his friend's retreating back and shrugged. Pulling out his cell phone, he called Devin and Mordy, to see if they were free to listen to his latest songs.

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Unlocking the door, Isaac called out for his guardian, hoping he was home.

"Uncle Riku, are you here? We have some questions for you."

The two teens dumped their backpacks on the couch, and Isaac pulled out the Lexicon. They continued the search for Riku through the house, finally finding him in the shed where the broken down gummi ship sat. He was trying to get it working again, and it wasn't going well. Watching him work for a while, Isaac opened the tome to see if there was any entry in it about gummi ships. As he was reading, Riku looked up and jumped backwards in shock.

"Are you alright, Riku?" Zanna asked him, reaching out to him.

"Yeah, I'm fine, it's just that you guys . . . startled me, that's all." He lied.

Isaac's nose wrinkled briefly, and he looked at the man with mild censure. He said nothing though, and walked over to the broken ship. Looking briefly at the tome, he switched a few connectors around.

"There's some parts that you'll need replaced, but that should help." He murmured, walking back to where Zanna stood.

Riku nodded, he'd known there were parts that weren't working at all, and would have to be at the very least repaired, but the closed off look on his face spoke volumes. Isaac knew at this point that the man had known for a while that he was Zexion, and didn't tell him. The older man could also tell that his ward had figured out who he was, and that he'd known. Nothing was said; they just stood there looking at each other.

A whole conversation passed between the two without words, and without Isaac poking around in the man's brain. Riku had been scared to tell him, and in keeping it from him, he'd hurt the boy he'd come to think of as a son. Zanna looked from one to another often, but said nothing, knowing sometimes looks said more than words ever could. The tension lay over the trio, making her uncomfortable. She was beginning to become frustrated with the silence, and considered triggering a small flare of her ability, but decided that it would only irritate them. Instead, she worked on trying to recover more memories while they spoke wordlessly.

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Locking himself in his room, Reno pulled out a false bottom to one of his desk drawers. Inside were well worn issues of some adult magazines, all labeled "barely legal". Intent on erasing that boy from his memory, he lay back on his bed and looked through them, focusing on the women's forms, flipping past any that looked too coltish or slender. Try as he might though, they didn't excite him.

"Fuck! What is wrong with me?" he growled as he dropped his head to the pillow behind him.

Screwing his eyes shut, he tried to focus on the girl that the boy had been with, but it didn't work, he couldn't even call to mind what she'd looked like or what she'd been wearing. He could remember every detail of the boy's clothes though, and even knew what he looked like, although he hadn't gotten a clear view of his face. The more he remembered of the boy though, the more uncomfortable he became. He repeatedly threw his head into the pillow, frustrated with these feelings he was having about a young boy.

"I refuse to prove that bitch right!" he hissed to himself, as he pulled open his door and ducked into his parent's room to grab a few of his father's magazines.

Looking around as though he were a spy on a secret mission, he tucked the magazines under his shirt and slid back to his room, once again locking the door. Grabbing a box of Kleenex from his desk, he was intent on not giving up. Pulling out the magazines, he sat with his back against his headboard, magazine in one hand. He settled on an image of a curvy brunette before setting out to prove that he could forget the boy.

"Roxanne, huh?" he muttered, looking at the name printed on the picture.

Smirking, he got down to it, and studied the image until he could tell you exactly how many dots per inch were used to make the picture seem real. He still hadn't proven anything though. He tossed that one to the floor, and picked up another, trying a redhead this time. This continued, magazine through magazine, blondes, brunettes, Asians, and so on. Falling back against the wall, exhausted, a single tear trailed back from the corner of his eye, as the realization hit him.

"I really do get off on young boys . . ." he whispered to himself.

The redhead closed his eyes once more, and the tears streamed down his face as he finally let go of his denial. Small hiccupping sounds came from his throat as the boy appeared in his mind again, turning to look at him, and smiling. As he sat there, quietly weeping over the loss of this particular determination, a weak smile crossed his face. Slowly, he started over again, where he'd failed with the magazines upon magazines of nude women; it came easy with the boy in his mind, fully clothed. Once finished, he slid down on his bed and curled up, facing away from the door, and fell asleep, a small smile on his face.