Along he came

Mission One:

I sat in the corner, watching Xemnas introduce a new nobody to the Organization. The boy was my age but his hood covered his eyes. Even though I couldn't see his face well, I sensed his aura. It was full of sadness, despair and loneliness. At the same time, he seemed strong and emotionless. This was a strange boy indeed. I saw the weapons he had at hand, two…Keyblades! How could a nobody possess the Keyblade? The Keyblade was supposed to choose someone who had a strong heart, could a nobody who has no heart possibly be chosen?

"Kirai!" Xemnas bellowed.

I immediately stood up in a respectful manner. I was the youngest from the Organization, save for the new kid. I was 15 and he looked about the same age.

"Yes Xemnas?"

I walked in front of my leader, the one who commanded my every move. I felt the other's eyes on my back as I walked in front of them to face my master; Xigbar, Xaldin, Vexen, Lexaeus, Zexion, Saïx, Axel, Demyx, Luxord, Marluxia and Larxene. Naminé was locked up in her dormitory as always. She was never allowed out because she was so special, she was so unique. She had the ability to rearrange memories of people who were linked to Sora's heart. Sora, the Keyblade master was our enemy.

"Kirai, I want you to show Roxas to his room. I also want you to teach him of our…ways." Xemnas evil smirk made me look away from him. I didn't particularly admire Xemnas. His ways were too violent but he had brought me here so I was grateful of that.

Roxas didn't pull down his hood or speak at all, he just faced me, waiting.

'Just like a good nobody. Pretending he doesn't have feelings.' I thought.

Nobodies weren't supposed to exist, they weren't supposed to feel anything. I noticed the impatience thoughts in the air and proceeded to show the new member to his room. The Organization had a mansion to say the least. It was located in Twilight Town but everyone thought it was a simple abandoned home.

I walked up the stairs to the 2nd floor. Xemnas had meant for Roxas to occupy the room that was next to mine. I didn't really mind. The boy seemed very silent, just like how I was when I first arrived. It seemed an eternity ago but it was only a year. A year in darkness, a year in fear. I remembered the day so clearly, I was afraid that she would find me and I would disappear.

"Is your name…Roxas?" I asked.

We were at his door now. I turned around for him to respond to my simple question. Roxas kept his face well hidden under his cloak. You could see his blond hair and the bottom of his face but nothing more. Roxas didn't respond and stood there, waiting again.

"Answer me." I was direct and to the point.

That was the way of living, there was no need to wait around. I couldn't afford to lose time and see her again. I despised her but in doing that, in a way I despised myself.

I gave up on the boy answering me, he towered a good 3 inches over me and he stayed silent.

"This is your room." I explained.

I moved aside and Roxas didn't waste time opening his door and shutting it after him.

"He looked as though he's seen his other self."

I turned and saw Axel walking up the stairs. I couldn't suppress a smile. To put it nicely, Axel was a wise ass. He followed orders but if need be, he would follow his own course.

"He wouldn't even answer one of my questions." I replied, pouting.

If nobodies truly had feelings, Axel and I would be considered friends. Not that I knew the true meaning of it.

Axel walked by me but before retreating to his room he whispered to me, "It seems like you're gonna be his baby-sitter!"

I disregarded what he said and slipped into my own room. My walls were the color of a light purple. My bed, white with beautiful white canopy sheets on top. I had a simple bookshelf on one side of my room. It was fairly empty since I never had munny. I was fascinated but books, the way normal humans wrote their deepest secrets and desires upon its pages.

It was getting late, about 9 p.m. so I undressed and changed into a pair of black shorts and a purple tank top. I stared at myself in the 5-foot mirror I had next to my bookshelf. My reflection stared back at me and I forced a smile. My red hair gleamed in the sun. Anyone would recognize me by it. My hair was medium length, it reached to about my shoulders. It was slick straight and I had long bangs. I stood about a 5'2, I guess I was short for my age. She was 13 when it happened and it's been a year since then so I was a mere 14.

'Will I ever see her again?' I wondered before I turned off the lights and fell asleep, dreaming of the horrors of my past, present and future. I will not fade form existence, I'll do anything to be real.