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Demyx yelped in surprise as Axel suddenly moved from being his shield. Not that the skinny guy had really helped to hide the musician anyhow. But it was more the fact that Demyx could now completely see Saix.

Which was scary. And upsetting.

He didn't want to be in this room anymore. So many names and faces of people he knew didn't like him all that much. Larxene, Saix, Marluxia. They didn't like him. He was weak, easy to push around, not fit for their plans. At the very least he had Roxas and maybe Xigbar? Man, he felt very lonely, even with all the noise in the room. Demyx straightened up after creeping further out from behind Axel, heading towards Roxas. He could trust the younger blonde, he knew it.

They shared one common thread. Neither had wanted to really be part of the Organization. That was something he remembered well.

Surprise, surprise. He remembered something after all.

His legs ached. There was light filtering onto his face, making his eyelids flutter. Ugh. It had been so nice and dark before, who pulled back the curtains? Damn them. He scrunched up his eyes before opening them slowly. Pupils dilated properly, adjusting to the intrusion of brightness. Blue eyes were now focused on a point in front of the young man.

A statue.

No, correction. A freaky a** statue. It had rams' horns, but looked more like a crossbreed of a sheep, cow, and ram. Weird. He noticed it was looking down at something. Maybe a spot on the floor? No wait. The freaky thing was staring at his... crotch?

What. The. Hell.

He moved away from the thing, throwing a disgusted look at it. As if it could register that he didn't like it. Right.

The young man looked around, eyes calculating, his posture cautious. He was in a library. Interesting, because the last thing he remembered was darkness. Lots of of darkness. Overwhelming and consuming. Now he was here and all he knew was...well...his name. Yeah, his name. No, two names. Which one was his real one?

Zexion, Ienzo. No, Zexion. No, Ienzo. The conflicted man furrowed his delicate brow, trying to choose which one it was. Ienzo sounded more familiar somehow. Maybe that was it. His mind played a little rock-paper-scissors for a moment, deciding which one he would use. Ienzo won out with a fabulous record of 3-1, paper owning that rock. Okay, so he had decided on a name. Although that Zexion one was still very nagging. Well, he'd figure that one out later. Somebody had to know who he was.

It would be depressing if nobody knew who he was. Speaking of somebodies, the blue-grey haired man heard voices. And well, smelled familiar smells. Although the mustyness of the room killed most of the scents. Ugh, he needed to get out of this room. So much dust.

Ienzo strode towards the door, cloth rustling just barely as he did so. People, he could hear them clearly now. Some voices didn't sound so happy. The scents were the familiar part though. Yeah, definitely. He rounded the banister now, stepping lightly down the dusty staircase, hand running down the old polished wood. Names, faces, sights, smells. The people standing in the foyer were familiar. Unexpectedly so. But he wouldn't go into that. Ienzo shook his head to clear all the jumble, instead opting to ask a normal and straightforward question.

"Who are you?"



((Annnnnnnnnd *drumroll* Zexion enters :"D He is dark blue in color. Yes~))

Axel turned his head, engulfed in crimson locks, over to the questioner. Heh...heh heh heh. Zexion. Heh. All the smart people seemed to be dumber than him, and boy did that make him feel good.

"Why does everyone ask that so bluntly? Yeesh." Axel spoke, shaking his head with mocking disappointment, though a wide grin spread across his face.

Thenthe foyer door opened. Two girl and a silver haired guy walked in. The guy and younger looking girl looked familiar to him.

"How- How is this possible?" The boy asked with a slight gasp.

"How's what possible?" Axel asked, contradicting himself in that blunt comment.

Kairi had followed Yuffie and Riku into the mansion. She looked around, studying the atomosphere. It was dusty, very dusty, and several floor boards were missing. Kairi frowned, Riku used to live here? This wasn't a very nice place to live.

She looked in the direction of the entering group and blinked.

Wait....I know some of them! They're Organization XIII!

She squinted her eyes to get a better look at them all. She looked towards the man with red hair...Axel, and the tall, scary looking guy with blue hair and the scar...Saix. Her eyes widened, she remebered them....Axel was the one that dragged her from the islands, and Saix caught her and locked her up after she got away! Kairi frowned, the last thing she wanted was to run into those two again.

"Riku, lets hide until they leave....." she turned and started towards Yuffie when she realized Riku wasn't behind her. She turned around to find him just standing there...with a look of horror on his face.

"Riku!?" she rushed over to him and shook his shoulders lightly, "Hey...Riku! C'mon...we gotta hide!...Riku!" she bit her lip and turned around, they were still approching...rather slowly, but coming.

"C'mon! We have to hide!" she realized her pleas weren't working and sighed, she grabbed his hand and dragged him towards Yuffie.

"You can tell me whats wrong when we're out of their sight..."

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"I don't... Know..." Xigbar whispered as he felt a bit vulurable standing alone in the room. He stared over at the newcomer and it snapped. That was Zexion, who always played with his puzzles. He remembered that much! He just knew nothing else about it.

He opted to be quiet. Silent and quiet. He would get into less trouble that way... It seemed like there was enough trouble as it was. He stepped aside from where he was to lean up against the wall, his shoe scuffing up a bit of dust as he did so. He coughed as he pulled his ponytail away from the wall.

But the questions had been posed made his head hurt.

A lot.

Why did people have to be mysterious? If everybody couldn't remember who they were fully, couldn't they just start anew? Wouldn't that be nice and easy?

For the first time, Marluxia was glad that he wasn't still observing. All these people, with their all too familiar faces, confused by their lack of a complete memory. Still, why was he one of the only ones who couldn't remember the Organization XIII members like everybody else? He watched, slightly amused by Demyx and his cowering over the man named Saix. The pink haired man was letting all of the names seep in, hoping that a memory of the members would finally come to his mind. But that part always blanked out before he could remember. At the moment, he needed to know who he was more on mutual terms with, or the people that he did not like at all. It was all making the already splitting headache even worse, and from the looks of the newly arriving people like Xigbar, Saix, and oh, who was this person?

Marluxia's dark blue eyes looked up to see a shorter young man who...was quit demanding at the moment, though he could see why. Every body was all over the place, from whimpering to looking as if they seriously wanted to hurt a certain annoying red head...which, from his point of view, wasn't a bad idea. But, he needed to stay calm and...Looking up, he saw a silver-haired boy who looked like he had seen something absolutely horrific, and listened to his question. A smirk.

"Isn't that what we've been trying to figure out..." he said, annoyed at the fact that a boy would probably know more about every body in this mansion than he did about himself. The mere though made his lips turn downward in a frown. From the looks of it, even with people just starting to remember, Axel wasn't favored by many. Infact, Demyx was probably the only one who didn't have some sort of dislike for the red head, and even then he was literally picked up from his shelter behind the anorexic looking man, and dropped into the open. A sudden scowl formed on his lips then. That was the man that betrayed him, thus leading to his death. Hatred boiled inside him, but he knew that he needed to keep himself calm, and to keep the urge of summoning his scythe and lobbing the man's head off under control also. He couldn't let anger blind him, no, this wasn't the time.

((OMG. I fall asleep and wake up to see a page go by!))