letters.

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disclaimer: i do not own kingdom hearts or its any of squeenix's characters. i own the plot and anything else you don't recognize.

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Demyx looked down at the faded paper in his hands. "Whoever this is must like messing with people's heads," he muttered, frowning. The letter was signed by his own name and others'—the handwriting was even the same, as far as he could tell—but, to tell the truth, he hadn't ever signed anything without reading what it was first. After that first slip-up (he had accidentally signed a petition for making his favorite teacher resign; thankfully, someone had ripped it up, so no harm was done), he read everything he had to sign very carefully, so he wouldn't make the same mistake again.

"I didn't know Axel could even write," he remarked absent-mindedly, "let alone neatly."

He looked around. "I wonder where the next letter is..." He had found the first one in his closet, in a bottle like someone would do if they wanted to send a letter to someone at sea. "You could've given me a clue, at least!"

He stood up, and walked over to his closet. He opened the door, and peered inside. He spotted an old music box. "Hm?" He picked it up, and closed the door, leaning against it as he slid down to the floor.

He looked at the music box—it had some really cool designs on it—and pushed the button. Immediately, a drawer opened, and inside, there was a tightly folded letter. He pried it out, and, placing the music box on the floor, unfolded it.

It was the second letter (there was a number two at the top, and it was in Roman numerals), but it was in a very different handwriting. It seemed rather impatient like the first letter, but written more neatly.

Before it started the letter, it stated the poem like on the first one.

Thinking of you, wherever you are.

We pray for our sorrows will end,

And hope that our hearts will blend.

Now I will step forward to realize this wish.

And who knows?

Starting a new journey may not be so hard—

Or maybe it's already begun.

There are many worlds,

But they share the same sky—

One sky, one destiny.

"What is this?" Demyx murmured, beginning to read it.

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Dear Whoever Read the First Letter,

I'm going to assume that it was Demyx that spotted this. I need to tell Axel to hide things in better spots. Honestly, once, when he had hid Larxene's hamster in a shoe box, he placed it behind the closed door, because he knew that Larxene was angry that day and would push the door open roughly. There was a wall where the door would hit, so, if his plan succeeded (and it didn't), the hamster would hit the wall, and probably die. I have never thought that I'd thank Roxas for climbing through a window before Larxene appeared. He saved that hamster's life.

Anyway.

I bet you're wondering who Organization XIII is.

As Axel said before, it is quite clearly a group made up of thirteen individuals. XIII, the Key of Destiny, Roxas, was one of the most important, because he was the Nobody of the Keybearer. If you don't know, a Nobody is the empty shell left behind when a Somebody's Heart is stolen (a Somebody is someone with a Heart). It happened to all of us—but only Roxas had a chance of survival, because his Somebody was still alive.

Roxas's chance was very slim, however, and, in the end, it didn't matter; he was destined to die from the moment of his "birth." That was all our fates: we all had to die. Only a few of us were spared the humiliation of being killed by the Keybearer, the Somebody of a trusted member. I myself had escaped that embarrassment, because the Repliku, encouraged by Axel, killed me. I fully admit that I had been begging for my life by that time.

Anyway, Organization XIII will become very important to you soon.

Axel said that we—you and I, and the others who are waiting for me to finish writing this—are a part of Organization XIII. That is true. We had never actually quit, so we are still members.

You're IX, the Melodious Nocturne, Demyx. You played a sitar, and your element was water. You made water clones. You preferred not to fight, because you didn't like to use your element and "weapon" (in actuality, you used it more as a musical instrument than a weapon) to promote violence. You were a coward, but a smart one.

I'm VI, the Cloaked Schemer, Zexion. I used a lexicon that could trap people inside its pages, and my element is none of your concern. I didn't like to fight, but, when I needed to, I could use almost anything as a weapon (yes, even a bloody book. Honestly, throwing books at people is actually an effective way to shut them up. Really.). I was a coward, as well, and I'm not all that proud of it.

We've been given new lives, Demyx.

It's time to start living them.

You won't find the next letter. Someone else, who wasn't mentioned, will discover it, and then, they will find you.

Welcome her with open arms, because, while your fate may have changed, hers remains the same.

Sincerely,

Zexion