Author's note: Zomgoosh,haven't updated for a while.I blame writer's block an the lack of internet access.Anyways,hopefully the chapters will be longer,long as I can come up with the ideas haha.So please review (maybe I sound abit desperate,but then again maybe I am -grins-) but then again I'm sure every author wants to know what the readers think of what they're writing...maybe.I don't own kingdom hearts,all I can say is I own my own copy of it.

Namine sat on the floor of her new 'room', winding a strand of blonde hair continuously around her finger. She had no idea how long it had been since she was brought here, there was nothing such as a clock in this entire place. Namine moved and sat forward onto her knees, finding her bum starting to go numb from been sat in the same position too long. She sighed and looked round again, as if hoping to find something that might get her out of here. Then again, if that man's words were anything to go by she wasn't going to be getting out of here, this was apparently where she 'belonged'. Who belongs in the dark though? Surely she didn't, Namine had always lived a life with nothing bad to complain of, a normal life, living here wasn't normal, so how did she fit in? That man who had brought her here had given her no answers to the questions she had, not that she asked them of course, he didn't seem like the type of person you'd want to speak to. Namine rose to her feet, and brushed down the awfully heavy cloak she wore. Maybe someone else could answer her questions. Wandering over to the door Namine opened it with a click, and peered out wearily.

The long hallway that snaked out in front of her had doors on both sides, but was thankfully deserted from anyone who might be lingering around. Namine stepped out and shut the door behind her softly so as not to bring any attention to herself. She then began to wander forward, placing each foot down gentley as she walked. Reaching the end of the hall, she came to a flight of stairs leading down. Namine paused, wondering if she should continue her 'exploration', or turn round and go back to her room. Realising she wouldn't get anywhere if she stayed in that dark room which now belonged to her, Namine began to walk down the steps, shuddering each time her footstep echoed loudly.

Namine had got half way down the steps when she heard footsteps behind her. Feeling her heart leap in her chest at the thought it might be someone as cruel as the other two people she had met, Namine began to hurry down the stairs. Almost tripping over her cloak when she reached the bottom of the staircase, she suddenly stumbled forward and banged straight into someone. Namine let out a little squeak and quickly looked up to see who she'd bumped into, wishing she had been more careful. Relief swept over her along with another strange feeling, as Namine met gazes with two opals that she had looked into earlier. It was the guy she'd seen when she first arrived in this place, the one who she had reached out to. He didn't appear to be like the others, he was...different. Or at least to Namine he was.

"Uh, hi," he spoke, a little smile etching his lips.

"Hello," replied Namine as she pressed her fingers together to form a triangle shape with her hands.

Namine seemed to have forgotten the fear she had felt while trying to avoid meeting with the person who had been coming down the stairs behind her. She felt, maybe...happy?

"Sorry I bumped into you," added Namine shyly

A woman brushed past behind Namine, not taking any notice of her or the boy. The two pieces of blonde, attenna styled hair bobbed slightly as she walked. Was that who was following Namine down the stairs?

"It's no problem...I'm Roxas," he said catching Namine's attention again.

"It's nice to meet you, Roxas. I'm Namine."

Roxas smiled before scratching his forehead. "So you're the new member then, huh?"

Namine didn't really understand what Roxas meant by 'member'. Was she part of a group of something then? That would explain though why everyone she had seen had been wearing the same cloak.

"Member number XIV...you're after me," grinned Roxas as he pointed to his chest.

Namine stared blankly, the look on her face must have been amusing to the blonde haired boy. Roxas arched an eyebrow.

"You do know why you're here don't you? Who you really are, what this place is?" he said

Namine slowly shook her head.

"Oh man," sighed Roxas. That was strange because when he had first come here, he was told everything. He didn't like what he was told, but still...Roxas quickly remembered back to his first day in the organization. Axel was the one who had looked after him, well...tried to look after him. Roxas had probably made Axel's life hell on that day, suprising to them now been the best of friends.

"Come with me, I'll fill you in," motioned Roxas as he turned round.

Looked like he was going to be the one to tell Namine the truth about herself. He just hoped she would take it better than he did.

"This is Organization XIII, I mean XIV" said Roxas as he sat down opposite Namine at a small table. "The Organization is made up of 'nobodies'. There are fourteen members in the organization now, the number indicates when you joined. We're like, the darkness, I guess," explained Roxas

"But why are we nobodies? We can't be a nobody, when we can see each other like this. A nobody doesn't exist, but we must exist if we can be here," replied Namine as she placed her clasped hands on the table surface.

Roxas rubbed a hand over his eyes "We were born when someone became a heartless. Truthfully, we don't exist, we're nothing, we...weren't even suposed to exist."

Namine shook her head, the tears brimming her eyes again. "How can you believe that?"

Roxas stared into her equally blue eyes "...It's just the truth Namine."

Namine hung her head. So she didn't exist? How come she had lived the life she remembered though? With friends, like any other person.

"You're life up until now had been a lie," added Roxas "I didn't want to believe it when they told me the truth, but you just have to accept it. We can't change who we are, nobodies can't ever be a somebody. We're half of someone...destined to fade into the dark."

Roxas wasn't like the person who Namine had first bumped into. Saying all this had turned him less emotional, but maybe that was the way he handled this, the truth...Maybe this was the way Namine also had to deal with this, by forgetting her emotions...Looking down at her hand she saw a strange fuzzy, black mist forming round her fingertips. Namine gasped and pulled her hand up, the mist dissapered as soon as her contact on the table broke.

"Are you alright?" Roxas asked curiously.

Namine looked at him, holding her hand tightly in the other. "Uh...yes, fine."

Roxas nodded. "I'm sorry, about what I said, but you just needed to know the truth. There's no point going round without even knowing anything."

Namine was staring at her hand. What had that black mist been? Where did it come from?

"Are you sure you're ok?"

Namine tried to forget about her hand for the moment, but the image kept flicking into her mind. The reasons to why it had happened started troubling her. Was it something to do with been a nobody?

"I'm just a little tired," Namine lied, realising she needed to be alone for abit to work out what had just happened.

Roxas blinked "You do look a little off, must be due to hearing all this strange information."

Namine forced a smile and nodded "Well I'm going to go back to my room, better...rest."

She stood up and began to leave the table, stopping only to look back over her shoulder.

"I'll, see you later, Roxas," she spoke

Roxas grinned "Sure thing, bye Namine."

Namine left the room quickly, worried that black mist might come back. Roxas sat staring after her, his head propped on his hand. He smiled to himself, but the smile soon dissapered when he heard footsteps walk up behind him.

"Hey there rockhead..."

Namine closed the door behind her, her hand reaching up to flick on the light switch. She leant back against the door and sighed. Maybe...maybe she had imagined that black mist. Maybe she was just tired. Namine then suddenly caught sight of something layn on her bed. Wandering over, she came to pick up a sketch pad and pack of pencils. After staring at them curiously, she sat down on the bed sheets, her legs crossed in front of her. Namine flicked open the cover of the sketch pad, her eyes scanning across the piece of blank paper. Who had brought this here, and why? So many questions, so few answers. Namine smiled lightly, as she pulled out a pencil and began to draw.