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In an attempt of suicide, you somehow wound up in a league of cloaked warriors. They called themselves Nobodies, and seemed to have the goal of becoming whole once more. Seeing as you still had a heart, this goal was nothing to you, but the mysterious man your heart longed for was certainly enough to make you want to help them. Supposedly you were the key to their success, but would your own heart lead you to your demise?

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3. Chapter 3

You yawned and sat up, stretching your arms to the ceiling. For a fleeting moment, as you opened your eyes, your heart began to pound. It took you a second to remember everything as you gazed upon the moonlit room. 'Jeez...doesn't the sun ever come up here?' you wondered, silently hoping you hadn't slept through the day.

 

You stood up and fiddled with your hair for a moment; bed head always got the worst of you. Your first thought of the day...or night...or whatever you called this...eternal darkness thingy was that Xemnas was most probable at the Altar of Naught. He was more than likely waiting for you, considering the two of you hadn't completed your 'training' yesterday.

 

Speaking of which, your muscles were still stiff and sore from the last battle. You had no idea how you were going to pull this one off. Last time you might have had a chance if you had tried hard enough, but today? Not a chance. It might be worth trying to ask him if you could take the day off...then again, it could be easier just not to show up at all.

 

You would have followed through with your "wicked, wicked plan," but you knew that at some point during they day, you'd get bored, and eventually resort to tracking poor Xemnas down and bugging him. It would become a daily routine, and in a way you sort of pitied him for being the victim of your bipolar attacks.

 

At times, you could be the most easy-going, hyper little sprite ever seen prowling the darkness. But at other times...when you wanted to be alone, you really meant it. You could be cold and heartless, just like any other nobody. It was no wonder you were assumed to be one yourself, but lucky for you, you still contained a heart. Though, knowing little of the Organization, you had no idea they didn't have hearts.

 

You headed toward the doorway and soon exited your chamber. You decided you could always just take a walk and cover some more of the castle's boundaries. Though, you admitted, it would have been a lot nicer with some company. Unfortunately, the only company you'd had for day was Xemnas...well, other than Demyx pestering you.

 

"Want to play some cards?" The voice came from your right. You frowned and turned around. A man with neatly cropped white-blonde hair, blue eyes, facial hair, and a hoop earring within the lobe of his left ear stood not too far off, shuffling a deck of cards. You raised an eyebrow.

 

"I don't play." The company would be appreciated, but this man's appearance alone gave you the immediate impression that he was a regular gambler, and also had the manifestation of a bar hopper.

 

"I can teach you," he offered. "Come on; just a quick game."

 

"I don't play," you repeated. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be on my way. I'm off to take a walk."

 

"Suit yourself. My cards are always waiting for players." He turned around and prepared to return to his compartment.

 

"Eh...go play with yourself," you said with a snappy tone before heading off in another direction. It seemed you were on your way to see Xemnas after all. If the Organization was full of guys like that, you were willing to put everything you had into training just to be away from them for even a little while.

 

You plodded along the empty balconies, taking in the scenery for everything that it was: magnificent. The sounds of your own footsteps echoed softly throughout the areas of the dark realm that surrounded you so densely. You could actually feel yourself as a part of the darkness here...like you were meant to be here all along.

 

As you began to near the Altar of Naught, a melodious tone reached your ears. You immediately recognized Demyx's sitar this time, and you figured he must have been playing in one of the rooms nearby. You couldn't imagine Xemnas was too happy about this; the sound of the water manipulator tuning his instrument was not what you'd call music to your ears.

 

As soon as you stepped up the final few steps of the ramp to the Altar of Naught, you realized your estimation was a bit off; there Demyx was, now playing a familiar tune. He seemed completely absorbed in his playing, oblivious to the sudden presence of the one person he'd been trying to get the attention of since you got here.

 

"Hey, I know that song!" you blurted without thinking. He stopped playing and looked up. His aqua eyes seemed to glitter with surprise; you didn't think he had expected you to socialize with him so willingly. And now here you were, admitting you had some sort of connection to him. Great.

 

"Really?" He looked down at the chords. "Now where'd you hear that? I mean someone like you must not get into music too often. I'm surprised you actually recognize the not-so-popular song." It seemed, by his tone, he wasn't too happy about you walking out on him a little while ago.

 

"I love music," you admitted in a neutral tone. "I haven't gotten a chance to listen to much, but I like what I've heard."

 

"Uh-huh." He went back to playing, this time in a softer volume. "I don't suppose you know the vocals? I haven't heard the song in so long..."

 

"Of course. I can't say I'm a fantastic singer, though." He shrugged and began playing from the beginning so you could follow. The familiar words rolled over your tongue in a tune that you could admit was rather off-key. It could still be recognized, all the same. The song normally sang by guys, sounded a little odd with a female voice leading.

 

Without the drums, From the Heart, by Hoobastank, just wasn't the same. You really needed a beat to follow with the lyrics, so there were times when you found you were singing ahead, which normally got you a raised eyebrow from the blonde male before you.

 

Demyx gave the finishing note and looked up with a nod. "'Sounded alright. You could definitely work on those keys, though. Sheesh." He shook his head in mock disbelief. It seemed he really didn't care how other people reacted to the things he said; he appeared to speak his mind whenever he felt like it. Yep, Demyx was a real encourager, all right.

 

"I'm sorry?" you said sarcastically. "It's not my fault I haven't heard the song in forever. Being locked in this castle where everything sounds a little bit different and the notes are- what are you grinning at?" you yelled angrily. The blonde, instead of actually listening to you, was giving you a sly smile.

 

"You." He shrugged and made his sitar vanish.

 

"I don't see what's so funny. But clearly you do?" You put your hands on your hips and gave him an ominous stare. He grinned as widely as possible, making you raise your eyebrows and give a weak smile. "You look really pathetic, do you know that?" A snort came from behind you, causing you to whirl around in surprise; you had no idea you were being watched. The thought of someone else listening to your terrible singing made color rise to your cheeks.

 

A man stood at a short distance from you and Demyx, his arms crossed in an arrogant pose. His flaming red hair was spiked toward the back of his head, giving him a windblown appearance. His jade eyes bore into your skull with intensity.

 

"I like her. Did you find this one in the alley too?" Axel sighed and shook his head. "Just keep it down this time, Demyx. You kept me up all night last time."

 

"I am not a whore!" you yelled in defiance and paused. "And it was Xemnas that brought me here. Not...him." You frowned at a confused Demyx. Axel's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

 

"Mansex's new puppet, hm? Where'd he dig you up?"

 

"He didn't 'dig me up.' He caught me jumping off a building and caught my wrist. How romantic." You rolled your eyes with sarcasm.

 

"Oh, very." Axel nodded in agreement. "So you're sure you're not a whore?" Your _(color)_ eyes grew icy.

 

"Who do you think you are?" you challenged. What a jerk! Insulting you by saying you looked like a slut. Well, guess what? You were no ho, and if you looked like one, well then so did he. He was wearing the same robes you were.

 

"Name's Axel. Got it memorized?" He pointed at his head as though indicating his brain. You, however, being the mastermind you had come to be, saw it as an opportunity to comment on his hair.

 

"What about your mop you call hair?" You raised an eyebrow.

 

"I didn't say anything about it," he replied frowning.

 

"Can we just get off the subject?" butted Demyx rather coldly. Jade orbs stared into blue in a silent duel. It seemed they were not too fond of one another. And you weren't fond of either of them, though you were beginning to warm up to Demyx only slightly. He could get rather annoying. When he wasn't begging for your attention, he was either whining because you wouldn't give it to him, or he was pouting in some corner, playing his sitar and isolated from the rest of the Organization.

 

"Yes. Please." Your glare shifted between the two males. "I'll just continue my walk, if you don't mind. You two can fight it-."

 

"I'll come with you," Axel interrupted.

 

"Uh..." You chuckled mirthlessly. "No you won't. You will go back to your room...or do whatever it is you do. I really don't care. But you are not taking a walk with me." He shrugged.

 

"With that temper, who would want to?" he retorted. For that sort of comment, you felt it necessary to get revenge. Turning to Demyx, you gave him a sickly sweet smile.

 

"Come on, Demyx. Let's go."

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