Chapter 4 is out! (I'm trying to get as much i can before school monday :( ) ~Chapter 4~ “Zexion! Wake up!!” Zexion? Who…is that? “Wake up!” Zexion slowly opened his eyes. His head felt terrible. It felt like…he couldn’t remember what it would feel like. Without moving, his eyes slowly surveyed the room. Where was he? The room was all white, the floor was all black. There was a bookshelf against the wall, with what seemed like hundreds of books. He could read? He didn’t remember being able to do that. He sat up slowly. He looked down to see he was wearing a black…what was it called? He shook his head. Why couldn’t he think straight? He turned his head towards the door. He had heard…footsteps? Was that the right word? It sounded right. Then, a man passed by. He had long black hair in a ponytail, the hair being streaked with gray. He also had a scar on his face and an eye patch. He was wearing a black…thing too, like he was. The man stopped suddenly and looked into the room. His expression…he seemed happy…why? “Zexion!!!” He shouted, as he ran up to him and hugged him tightly. He winced. Why was this man hugging him? And who was Zexion? The man pulled away and looked at him. His expression looked different now. He looked like he was about to…cry? The man hugged him again. “Zexion…I’m sorry.” He looked at the man weirdly. Sorry for what? And who was Zexion? Just then, another man passed the door. He was younger, much younger, with blond spiky hair, and bright blue eyes. He had on the black thing too. He ran up to him as well and hugged him. “Yay! Zexion, you’re alive!!” he shouted. He wanted to pull away from the two hugging him. This was…awkward…was that the right word? They both pulled away to his relief. “Hey everybody!!!” The younger guy said, “Zexion’s awake!!!” He was starting to get mad. WHO THE FLIP WAS ZEXION?? Just then, three more people came in, all wearing the black things. One had red, spiky hair. Another one had blue-gray hair with an ‘X’ shaped scar on his head. And the last one was a man with bright blonde hair and many earrings. They all came up to him and hugged him, and called him Zexion. Except for the blue-gray hair guy. He was grateful for that. He looked around wildly. What was going on? The guy with the eye patch saw his confusion. “Zexion, don’t you remember?” he said. He gave him a puzzled look. Remember what? He could barely finish his…thoughts? That sounded right. Thoughts. The eye patch guy looked up. “I don’t think he remembers us.” He said. The guy with the spiky red hair walked over to him. “Well, then maybe we should try to help him remember.” He said. He then sat next to him. He was nervous. What were these people doing here? What was he doing here? “Zexion, my name is Axel. A-X-E-L. Got it memorized?” The spiky red hair guy said. Oh. He thought. His name is Axel. He nodded. But who was Zexion? They seemed to be calling him Zexion. Was that his…name? The spiky blonde hair guy came up to him. “Zexion, my name is Roxas.” The guy said, smiling. He nodded. Then something just hit him. He could just ask who Zexion was! Wow, he thought. I’m an idiot. He decided—he’d ask. But his mouth wouldn’t move. He was puzzled. He tried again. But his mouth still wouldn’t open. This time, the blue-gray hair guy spoke up. “Zexion, my—“ but he cut him off. He then pointed to himself. Since he couldn’t ask, he’d have to make gestures to ask. The blue-gray hair guy looked at him strangely. Roxas looked at him. “Zexion, what’s—“ but he cut him off again, and then pointed to himself. Axel nodded. “He’s wants to know if his name is Zexion. You're calling him that, and he wants to know if that's his name.” He said. He nodded wildly. Finally, SOMEONE got it! The eye patch guy looked sad. “Yes, your name is Zexion.” he said. Zexion nodded. So, I have a name? He looked again at the eye patch guy and pointed at him. “My name is Xigbar.” He said. Zexion nodded. He then pointed to the blue-gray hair guy. “Saix.” Zexion nodded. He then pointed to the bright blonde hair guy. “Name’s Luxord.” Zexion smiled. At least he knew who they were. He then looked around, and then at Xigbar. “You’re in the Castle That Never Was, in the World That Never Was.” He said. “And you’re part of an organization, called Organization XIII.” Luxord said. “You’re rank number six, which is pretty high.” Roxas said. “You’re known as the Cloaked Schemer. Your element is illusion, and your weapon is a spell book thing.” Axel said. Zexion nodded slowly, taking all of this in. He could fight with an element? He had a weapon? But does someone use a book to fight? Throw it at the person? Zexion looked up at Xigbar. Xigbar looked back. He seemed sad again. But why? He felt happy. He knew he had a name, and was not a stranger in here. The others seemed to know a lot about him, so he assumed them to be his…what were they called again? Fri..en…ds? Frie..nds? Friends? That sounded right. Axel suddenly stood up from where he was. “Well, we should get Zexion acquainted with everyone.” He pulled Zexion up off the bed. He almost fell over from lack of walking for the past two days, but he quickly caught his balance. Axel led him to the door, with everyone following except for Xigbar and Luxord. Xigbar sighed. “He didn’t even remember his own name.” He said. Luxord put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s ok…he knows now.” He said. Xigbar shook his head. “No, he knows that he is called Zexion. He doesn’t know that he IS Zexion. He doesn’t know that he’s Zexion, my best friend.” He said, before slowly walking out the door. Luxord sighed, and followed him. +++ The rest of the evening was spent introducing everyone to Zexion. Funny, he thought, everyone seems to know me, although I’ve never met them before in my life. Some of the people he met, like Demyx, were nice. Others, like Larxene, weren’t. He didn’t like her very much, considering she punched him in the arm in an attempt to get him to ‘remember’ her. Zexion didn’t understand it. Why did they all say he ‘forgot’ them? He just met them! But as the day went on, he realized he wasn’t able to think clearly. His thoughts would be broken randomly. He’d forget what he was thinking, or couldn’t complete what he was thinking due to a lack of words. He still wouldn’t open his mouth to say a word. He desperately wanted to. He wanted to ask how they all knew him. He wanted to ask what they meant by him ‘forgetting’ them all. And most importantly, he wanted to know why Xigbar felt the closest to him over everyone else… +++ That night, he lay awake, unable to sleep. Actually, he couldn’t remember what sleep was. He could only lie in bed, and wait for something to happen. As he waited, shattered thoughts swam around in his head. Why can’t I speak? Why won’t I speak? Why does Xigbar sound so familiar? Xigbar. His name…his presence…it was all so familiar. He felt like he had known Xigbar for a long time. No, he thought. I could promise that I’ve never seen him before in my life. He turned over in bed. He felt different. He felt…tied? No, that wasn’t it…tire? No, but closer…tir…ed? Tired? Yes that was it. He felt tired. He closed his eyes. It felt…natural. As he closed his eyes, he could see someone. A young boy, with shining silver hair like he had himself. The boy was…crying? The boy… Crying? It seemed so…familiar…
You are so good! Poor Zexion. Everything you wrote about made me so sad! AGAIN! His whole reaction and the way he thought about things came from an extremely creative mind. Great job!
ZEXY!!!!!!!!!!*huggles Zexy* You're ok!!!!! You are so good!!! I feel so bad for Zexy!!! *huggles more*
you are amazing at writing, so much discription in everything, i really like reading your fanfics *waits for new ones because i read all the others*:D
