It's a remake of a fanfic of mine... that i would like you to preread for me... thankies....


It was dark. But it wasn't just a single kind of darkness. There were several shades of black, creeping around, flowing through invisible channels. Tehre was a dark, inky black, that slid around like an oily blob on a smooth, slanted suface. There was a deep, flat black, unmoving and uncaring. It was the dominating color, the base of that all the other blacks swarmed over. There were transparent shadowy tendrils that whispered about the area. It curled and uncrled, flowing over the inky black touching the flat base. Shadows were everywhere. Darkness was everywhere. This was oblivion. It held you and choked you until you screamed for change. Any change. The loneliness grabbed at you, and you cried even though you knew. Somehwere in Oblivion, there were others, as lonely and depressed as you trapped in oblivion. The thought didn't help much.

You did get time to think. A lot of time to think/ He thought a lot. He thought about his own life, his life before oblivion. If he could call it that. Could something that didn't exist, have a life? But, they had to exist, right? if htey didn't exist, who would care about them. They existed. He knew they had existed. They just didn't have a heart. No heart, no hope. He felt like there was no hope. No hope at all. Not in oblivion. He oculdn't even feel his own body. He knew it was there, but he coudln't feel it. He felt nothing. Just another part of the long line of 'nothings' in oblivion. He missed the worlds. He mised skipping out on his missions, he missed joking with the rest of the members on his days off. He missed fire. So bright and warm, dancing across the battlefeild in burning waves. He missed the castle, so cold and imposing on the outside, yet calm and cheery on the inside. He missed the dusks. He missed his own assasins. He missed the multicolored sky, he missed the city. He missed Roxas.

Roxas. His best friend. Number XIII of the organization. The key of Destiny. Roxas. The only person that was even close to Roxas in any way, was Sora. Roxas' somebody. He had found himsef incredibly attached to Sora near, the end. He missed Sora as well. He was thinking about the keyblade master, when he felt a tugging. At first he ignored it, he was busy thinking. Then he realized. Tugging. He felt tugging. It was the first physical sensation that he had felt in what seemed like an eternity. The tugging went from vaguely annoying, to a slightly more violent pull. He reacted by struggling, amazing that he could feel his arms and legs again. After a couple minutes of struggling, he finally gave in, surrendering to that amazing strenght that continued to pull at him. It paused for a minute, then there was a greate heave.

And slowly opened his eyes, blinking in surprise. The darkness was gone, replaced by the familiar colors of the sky in the world that never was. Axel was soon aware that he was lying down on a cold, hard surface. He slowly pulled himself to a sitting position. He was sitting on top of the alter of naught, and he wasn't alone. The rest of the organization, with the obvious exception of Roxas, was sitting in a daze, looking at eacother with blank, confused expressions. Axel just wathced his fellow members for a few seconds before breaking out in ah uge grin. He was alive. He was alive, and free of the terrible blackness of oblivion.

"What... what happened?" Demyx's voice cracked out. Confusion broke out anew. No one knew how they got there. They had all been sent to oblivion. Now they were all back. It was completely impossible, and yet, it was true. Axel met Xemnas' eyes, surprised that, for once, they shared something in common. That sense of releived confusion. At that moment, a new, strange voice broke the silence.

"Hello Xemnas. and how are you?" A girl's voice. Pretty, but full of power. Xemnas' eyes widened, and his head flew in the direction of the sound. His mouth dropped agape, and no sound escaped it. Axel found himself too interested in the normally collected superior to pay attention to the voice.

The strange voice spoke again. "I find myself in need of helping hands. Your organization now finds itself in my debt. conveinient, isn't it?" This statement is what finally made Axel look at the speaker. His rescuer. His mouth also dropped open. The stunned silence lasting for along time, until Zexion finally broke the silent barrier that had formed. He breathed a single world. "Princess."