Summary: Raxna has done only one thing in her life: working for Organization XIII. She was choosen because she was a special Nobody. But, what happens when she starts having visions. Then, everything falls apart ... but then the Organization gives her a mission.

Will it be her last mission? Or will it change her reputation towards the Organization?

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Hello, everyone! This was a short story I wrote about three years ago. I found it the other day and I thought I could revise it and publish it on here. Why not? I hope you guys enjoy it! This setting for this story is inbetween Kingdom Hearts and Kingdom Hearts II around the time Kingdom Hearts 358/2 days.

If you are not a fan of Kingdom Hearts that's fine. You can still read this story. You just have to know this story about Organization XIII and Nobodies.

Again, I hope you will enjoy reading this story as much as I love writing in this.

My next update is going to be Sass 101 or Twisted Wish. I'm not for sure which one. What do you guys think I should update in?

Anyways, enjoy the story! Thank you so much for everything! :D

P.S. When I wrote this, I was planning on writing a sequel to it. So, I might write a sequel to this short story (the sequel would be another short story).

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One - One

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A girl with dark brown hair sat down in a chair staring into the distance. She was the only one in the room; the room was completely pure white, besides the dinning room table, chairs, and wide door, which were the only visible things a person could detect. Her fingers brushed up against each other, lying in her lap. The clothing she wore was a thick midnight, with a design on the front, colour coat consuming her body, no visible skin in plain sight. The rest of the attire was black hiking boats with matching colour laces and silver stings dangling across her chest. The girl knew why she was brought to attention. Organization XIII was creating a new position for a member, which only meant one thing. Someone was going to be kicked out. Permanently.

Organization XIII has, and always will be, straight forward. And this was one of those many moments.

Letting out a soft sigh, her fingers started running through her hair; she could see what was coming, and she knew why the Organization would pick her - after all she was having minor problems that seemed to keep piling up on one another. The only question haunted her was: why did they choose this room for this declaration? Her dark blue eyes glared up at the door waiting for Saïx; there were no movements. The girl turned her attention to the blank, white walls.

This whole scenario was peculiar, not at all fitting the obsessive Saïx pattern. He is the second in command of Organization XIII, and always has a schedule planned and followed through perfectly. Slowly and subconsciously, the girl moved her right hand up in the air, her fingers gliding in the air like petting a gentle and loveable puppy. A small plant formed, breaking through the floor panel, under her hand growing a steadily pace.

The sound of a door slamming caused her to stop moving her hands. The plant seized from growing; the culprit behind the mysterious noise was Saïx. He was taking small strides walking over towards the dinning room table. His dark blue hair was out of his face not covering up his x-shaped scar. His face was not showing any emotion. Well that was at least familiar; he shows no emotion. No one would want to be up against him when playing poker; nobody can read him.

The girl felt like she was caught from stealing out of a cookie jar. Vulnerable and nervous. She tried to talk herself through this.

It's all right, if this is the end. It's the end.

A blank expression upon her face as she gazed at Saïx.

"Do you know why you are here, Raxna?" he questioned, breaking the silence. Raxna placed her hands back on her lap. Saïx held his arms behind his back.

"Yes," she simply answered, having an idea. Her arms went crossed her chest.

If I am going to be kicked out. He should just say so then prolonging this. This is worst than what I've had to combat against.

He stood leaning up against the dining room table watching her. His shoulders tense and yet it was the only thing Raxna could deduce.

Man, he needs to relax more often –guess he's having a hard time figuring who is this "new" kid that's going to come into play, pretty soon.

Raxna was leaning back into her seat.

"Alright, then, you know the rules," Saïx said. Raxna nodded her head, agreeing with what he was saying.

Here it is ... I'm getting "laid" off. Goodbye body, it's nice knowing you. Here's to a new life being a Dusk.

"You must complete your mission in order to-"

Raxna's eyes grew massive, "Wait, I'm going on a mission?!"

Saïx looked pretty impatient, his posture didn't change.

"I thought you knew what you were here for?" he asked, confusion was detected in his voice. Raxna shook her head 'no', not fully understand what the heck is going on here.

Saïx stood up straight as he around to the other side of the dinning room table.

"You are going on a mission, you're mission is to seize and destroy the target."

"If I may ask, what is the target?" she questioned, giving her full attention.

"Riku," he simply stated.

Raxna's heart, figuratively, dropped to the pit of her stomach.

Riku, the one I've been overhearing from Zexion? Apparently, the Organization has detected him in Castle Oblivion stirring up trouble.

"If you fail," Saïx pounded his gloved hands on the table, "You will be destroyed."

His eyes stared deep into her eyes; she gulped hoping he wouldn't notice. Everyone in the Organization is given mission to follow and if someone didn't complete the mission. The individual will get into trouble, which depends on what Xemans says. Sometimes, or at least what Raxna's heard, the punishment would be the person turning into a Dusk or being destroyed.

"Understand?" he asked her. She nodded her head, "Yes. I do."

"Good, you will be going to Castle Oblivion, where you will take Riku out," Saïx said with much anger, showing his only emotion he surfaces. Raxna knew what she had to do; she has to be on her best game. She can't let another thing mess everything up.

"You may go," Saïx waved her out.

Raxna glanced at him one last time before, heading out the door. She gently held her hand, making sure the door didn't make any noise. The only noise was a click, and she stood there for a second, taking in what occurred. A small smile crept on her light pink lips.

Maybe my last mission was as bad as I thought it was. Xemnas is giving me a second chance. And it's a mission mission that I don't have to destroy the heartless. Finally.

Pushing against the door, she started to walk down the extended corridor, pondering what she should equip herself with before going to Castle Oblivion. Her thoughts seized when something- or someone- bumped into her, bringing her back into reality. Her hand stretched out reaching for stability; instead, a hand held her in place.

She didn't see who the person was, but by the gentle touch or their hand holding onto her –the mystery was solved. Raxna gently grinned, "Hi, Zexion."

His dark gray tinted blue hair was swooped down covering one of his eyes. He glanced his blue eye stared into my eyes.

"Hi, Raxna."

She rubbed her hand behind her neck, "Sorry about that. I really need to watch where I am going."

"It's alright," he replied.

He picked his book off the ground.

I guess I did that. Wow, I'm off my game today. Not good.

Something was fluttering deep inside her chest; she never could figure it out, whatever the thing was. She didn't like she couldn't control it. After all, Raxna is a Nobody. She doesn't have any emotions.

But wouldn't it be possible for nobodies to feel a small emotion? Especially if their mortal self is still alive.

"Guess what, Zexion," she commented.

She couldn't hold it anymore. Zexion was her only friend in this place, well besides Axel. He's okay ... if you get passed his annoying, yet funny, catch phrase. He's not that bad. Axel was the one who did train Raxna; she's thankful of it. Everyone else didn't seem to care about her, or were too annoying. But, Zexion took time out of his life. Raxna and Zexion got to know each other, even if he only spoke a few sentences and Raxna did most of the talking.

"I have a mission, today! It's not like the other missions, that I have to fight heartless but I have a target. Finally, I was wondering when they were going to give me another mission after the last incident," Raxna explained.

Silence fell over Raxna; the words sinking in.

Zexion stared at her face, not saying anything. Raxna thought he would be saying something on the lines of, "Good for you" or "Finally, you need a good mission." Instead, his eye started at her face, and quietly walked down the corridor passed Raxna. A flash of confusion shined in her eyes as she watched Zexion disappear into a black orb. She tilted her head in a five-degree angle, unaware of what happened.

Was it something I said?

A great piercing ringing echoed in her ears, Raxna placed her hands over her ears. The clatter wouldn't stop. And then, an image molded before her eyes.

Laughter was the first thing Raxna heard. The image was a mist like cloud. There was a little girl with long auburn hair, almost reaching her butt. She was skipping down a path; walls of rock and bricks were around her. The girl skipped passed a handful of shops and then houses. The girl's skirt was bouncing along with her; the shirt matched her long crème colour skirt, leggings, and simple black flats.

"You can't catch me," she yelled behind her, giggling in between her words.

Not again. Where are these images coming from? There are so vivid.

"Is that a challenge?" a new voice said. A boy who seemed a bit older than the girl followed behind her.

"I don't know," she replied, "Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't. You will never know unless you catch up."

A sly smile appeared on the corner of his lips. "Yep, it's a challenge," he whispered under his breath.

"What? What did you say Le--?"

What was his name? I didn't quite get it.

The boy shook his head. "Nothing, Na--. Nothing at all," he replied, gently smiling.

The image disappeared before Raxna's eyes. Her eyebrows were fuzzed together.

The boy and the girl looked awfully familiar. Like it was almost real. No, it can't be.

She shook her head, ignoring what she saw. "I don't have time for this," she whispered to herself, "I have a mission to get ready for."

Raxna took one step at a time going towards her resting area, preparing for the upcoming event. Good or bad.

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Raxna has only been to Castle Oblivion a few times. She teleported through the orb of darkness. She recalled the first time she went into the orb of darkness –she thought that she was going to get sick, but after the third or fourth time. She got the hang of it. By and by, she actually started liking it more and more she teleported. She walked through the darkness and stepped into another pure white corridor. Her head was held high along with her posture, looking like she knew this place by heart. Raxna didn't.

Her fingers flowed in the air getting ready to combat; she overheard from Saïx where Riku was going to be: the library. She didn't know how or why, but she had a feeling he was going to be in there ... don't know how Saïx figured it out though. A smirk plastered on her face; he doesn't know what was coming at him. She walked up to a door, opening it slowly and steadily; she saw a figure with a similar coat on the other side of the room.

So, this is Riku.

Once she stepped into the room, making sure the door made no sound. Raxna raised her hand, small plant formed right behind the culprit.

Oh, I love the art of surprise.

With the single wave from her hand, the plant grew rapidly and was about to wrap around them. But, the figure raised their hand and was mumbling words under their breath. The plant Raxna created started to be droopy. Her smile disappeared.

It wasn't Riku.

The figurer turned around, keeping his hand in the air. The figurer removed his hood, revealing himself. Zexion pushed against the wall, aiding him to stand. His blue hair was covering up all of his face. "Finally, you came. I didn't think you would take that long," he stated getting up from his position, his hair getting out of his face; an individual could only see one eye that has a long scar.

"What are you doing here?" Raxna asked curiously, a smile appeared upon her lips without intention. Maybe, they were probably sharing the same mission, together. That's why Zexion wasn't impressed by what Raxna said. The fluttering things were starting up again, inside her stomach.

"Mission," he simply replied like it was nothing peculiar.

"Oh, okay," she answered walking over to him, as he glared at her; he held his book in his hands opening it. He rarely opened his book, especially in another presences of a colleague or a Nobody.

"What's wrong?" Raxna noticed his body language, something was up and it didn't look too good.

His light blue eye stared at her, "You have broken the rules."

Confusion was written on her face again. She looked appalled, one of her hands were rubbing on her neck.

"No I haven't. I've only made one mistake, but they have forgiven me-"

"They have not forgiven you!" Zexion shrieked at her, "You have done something much worst than you think."

This was something totally different about him, he never yells. The flutter went away in her stomach, a new feeling was running through her veins. Raxna had no clue what the sensation was; however, she pushed it away, "Why are you yelling, Zexion?" she whispered glancing down at the ground.

"Because," he insisted, "You have changed, Raxna!"

His yelling continued and caught her attention, making her watching him.

"I have not changed-"

"The Organization XIII thinks you are a threat. We think you are. Don't you see? You are gaining your heart back, turning to your mortal self," he explained to her, still glaring at her.

"No I am not-"

"Stop lying! They have noticed something different about you. The way you reacted to each person-"

"So!" she shrieked back at him, cutting him off from his sentence, "You act differently to me than Axel! What's that have to do with anything?!"

That made Zexion shut up for a moment, glancing down at the ground, and then he whispered, "I have to destroy you."

Something inside of Raxna stopped, her chest became intense.

"What did you say?" she whispered back, this new awareness was hurting her. It felt like someone ripped out her heart and stooped on it a thousand times. Someone didn't care and loved to see her undergo this sensation. It was the best way she could describe it.

He glanced back up at her, "My mission is to destroy you, Raxna."

Raxna was stunned; her feet were planted to the floor almost like the roots of her own plants did it. She held her hand tight against her chest over the emblem and the silver chains. Overwhelmed with this gnawing and agonizing sensation.

"Or should I say," he said, moving towards her. He leaned over coming closer, Raxna's breathing seized from his close proximity. His lips were grazing her ear.

"Nara," he whispered, and backed away observing her reaction.

Nara.

A faint bell seemed to be ringing in her ears as if it was coming from somewhere else in the Castle.

Why did that name sound so familiar to my ears? That's almost close to the girl's name in the image.

Her eyes were blinked rapidly. "I'm not Nara. I'm Raxna, you have to listen to me, Zexion! They were lying, I am not turning back-"

Something wet trickled down her cheeks. Confused and curious, she lightly touched the wetness. On her hand was the source of the sensation and wetness.

How did that happen?

"You are mortal, Nara, the Organization doesn't need you anymore," he said walking around her in circles, "Your heart is wanting to go back to your mortal self. I must destroy you, before your heart completes its task. The Organization doesn't want you to remember this ever again."

With the flick of his wrist, the sound of pages turning echoed the library; he began whispering foreign words on the tip of his tongue.

What is happening? I'm not turning mortal. The Organization lied to him to destroy me for the "new" kid.

Her thoughts went wild as Zexion read the words faster; that's when she made a fort of thorns to protect herself; she knew what he was reading off: the killing spell. She couldn't do anything –he was already read most of the words, she went on the chilly ground lying down glancing up at the ceiling. The small wet thing was falling down her cheek once again. She glanced up at Zexion thinking to herself how wonderful he has been, he misunderstood –she knew that he wouldn't believe her, the flutters came back again, as more thorns grew around her. She hoped that it would protect her, but she knew better.

Is Nara really my mortal name? Was the image I saw my past life? ... Who was the boy?

Right when, Zexion said the last words of the spell, she didn't know why she said it because she never heard the saying before in her lifetime. For some unknown reason, it felt complete and the perfect moment. She whispered, "Goodbye, Zexion. I love you."

Darkness took over her...and then came light.