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Chapter-4
By: Jessica Presutti
Momo was lying on her bed just staring at the wall when she heard a knock. "Huh?" She said. "Who is it?" She opened the door to find a tall purple-haired boy with his hair covering one his left eye at the door. "I'm Zexion. It seems I have yet to introduce myself." Momo felt herself frown slightly. "At this time of night?"
"Its not that late." He answered a bit timid. "Well… I guess not. Would you like to come in then?" She said. He nodded blushing very slightly. "S-Sure?" She smiled slightly and stepped aside to let him in. Zexion took a small step in. "Is my room like everyone else's? Dull and boring?" He nodded, brightening up a bit. "Yes, only mine has a bunch of books." He smiled but then was serious again. "Did you know we all have titles…?" Her look of confusion answered his question as he continued. "Well, I am the Cloaked Schemer. Axel's the Fiery Assassin. Roxas the Keyblade wielder…" She looked at him. "What would mine be?" Momo asked curiously. "Well, I can't be sure… What can you control?" Momo shrugged again. "As far as I know, Fire. But, Roxas thinks Illusions too…" Zexion's light purple eyes went sharp. "Did you say… Illusions…?" She nodded gulping softly. "I control Illusions.." He said frowning. "Um, you do?" She said. "Cool!" She added smiling widely trying to ease the now awkward atmosphere. "Well, I'll think about your title later, now I think it's high time you sleep." Zexion quickly said as he opened the door to leave. "Wait, what about the Illusion thing?" Momo said taking a step towards him. "We'll see about that some other time. Now, just rest. You'll need your strength for tomorrow." He answered sternly and shut her door, leaving Momo alone again. 'What a weird guy…' She thought to herself. He was weird too. So shy. But he couldn't help himself.
Zexion made his way to his room slowly. He was deep in thought. 'I wonder why Xemnas let her join at this time… Xion had already been dealt with… Is she maybe another puppet?'
These thoughts were running through his mind as he opened his door. Three of the white, pale walls were covered in bookshelves, which were filled with books. Multiple different kinds of volumes, each of a different colour and genre. He laid his head down and fell asleep.