Sup guys! Sorry I'm late! I went to Japan and then things happened! I wanted it to be perfect but I still ain't happy. This hasn't been beta'd cos I couldn't find anyone to do it (is annoyed).

Spanish and language bits are as before but I am sorry to inform you all that there will be no sequel. :( sorry, just don't have it in me!

ENJOY!

Chapter 13

Five years later

It was mid October when grey clouds made way for a clear blue sky over the speeding, caterpillar-like form of a train that traced the tracks smoothly. Those in the train moved like dead men, swaying slowly from side to side in mimicry of the lethargic sighs of the great metal insect. Every now and then a harsh bump would send on of those doomed to standing into a smooth, curved wall with a muffled clatter. No one would look up to glance at the unfortunate individual.

The train pulled up at a battered station with a tired groan. As soon as the doors wheezed open men and women began to file out and disperse into the city. After the crowd had dissipated a smaller figure stepped out onto the platform. He wore a pair of faded jeans, worn thin at the knee, and a black duster with a grey hooded jumper under it. The hood of the jumper was pulled up to ward off the first few drops thrown to earth by the newly forming clouds.

The figure glanced around before gesturing to someone still within the train. The alarm signalling the train's departure sounded and another emerged, though of decidedly smaller stature. The smaller scrambled off the train and pressed his hand into that of the taller man. The man smiled from beneath his hood and made sure that the child had his hood up so he wouldn't get wet. The child sent him a toothy grin. He shook his head and gently led the child away with long strides, moving deftly on the bustling streets.

Soon the child gained confidence and skipped just ahead of his nervous caretaker despite the rain. He pulled down his hood with relief as they ducked into the nearby mall to wait out the rain. He ran small hands through his messy blond hair, long enough to be pulled into a short tail. He looked up as his father did the same, albeit more reluctantly. Roxas smiled down at his son reassuringly.

He led them through to the record store, it felt strange being back in town after so long but not much had changed. He'd promised to pick up some CDs for Axel since he'd be near some kind of shop, it was also a good way to stay dry until the rain stopped. He sighed and wished his boyfriend wasn't so lazy, at least he'd convinced him to admit fatherly responsibility and care for his other son. He didn't need to bring the other one into town as, much as he loved both of his sons, the elder, Lucas, had inherited his father's pyromania and developing pyrokineticity made him a tad dangerous for the moment.

"Dad! Dad! Can I have this?" a voice called him back to the present and Roxas glanced down at his other son. In his hands he held a DVD of some kind but Roxas was firm, he'd spent his money already.

"No, you bought cookies remember?" he said kindly.

"But…I want it," the boy sighed, knowing he'd lost this battle. He was oddly mature for one so young.

"No is no, Cristian," Roxas told him firmly. He picked up a CD from the rack and examined the record listings on the back carefully. He flicked his eyes over the price as well.

"But you're getting the old man something!" Cristian was playing now and Roxas knew that. It was strange his sons never called Axel 'dad' like they did him, he was always 'old man'.

Clear blue eyes looked into the boy's mismatch of blue and green, "your father, Cris, is too lazy to get them himself and he will be paying for them if he knows what's good for him. Don't ever follow in his footsteps in that regard."

Cristian snorted as though he'd been insulted. He wandered away from his father again, moving to put the film back on the shelf. He reached up to put it back in the correct and realised that, while his height was sufficient to get the case down, he wasn't quite tall enough to put it back. He backed off a bit and grumbled to himself. He tried again, standing on his tiptoes and let out a surprised squeak as he toppled over sideways.

He was surprised when fine-fingered hands picked him back up and set him on his feet. "Are you alright?" asked a kind voice and he gazed up into kind green eyes. The woman smiled down at him, she looked like she was the same age as his dad.

"Yeah…I couldn't reach the shelf" he told her blushing slightly, embarrassed.

She gently took the case off him and set it on the shelf, ruffling his hair as she left him to walk back to her friends. Crisitian froze, eyes wide, as her skin brushed his. Images flashed before his eyes and a frightening speed, a sickening twist of emotions and people he did not understand. His dad had told him! Made him promise not to touch anyone! He was going to be so angry! Thoughts of his dad produced an unexpected reaction. His dad was there, in the mind of this woman! Cristian's head whipped round just in time to see her leave the store. He only thought for a split second before darting after her.

He knew it was wrong, he knew. His dad had said never use his abilities in public, he'd told Luc the same. He also said to never leave his side, never wander off alone. But Cris wasn't thinking about that as he pushed through the crowd, following the redhead that knew his dad. He got bustled between tall adults and bigger children, he stumbled somewhat but he never lost her.

He froze when she drew to a stop before a man in a wheelchair. He wanted to get closer but he didn't want them to see him. He was only curious and he wasn't meant to be here. He ignored like Uncle Zexy had taught him, ignored until he went away. People began to drift around him as if he wasn't there. He crept closer.

" – saw the cutest little boy!" she was exclaiming.

"I thought she was gonna adopt him there and then" chuckled a tall man wearing sunglasses. Cris thought that was pretty strange since they were indoors and all.

"He had blonde hair and his eyes were different colours!"

"Ooh! What colours were they?" asked a girl in her late teens with dark hair pulled up in a high ponytail.

"Blue and green. He was so cute!" The woman smiled and set her shopping down on the table next to her where the others were seated.

Cris had been so focused on her that he had failed to notice the bald man in the wheelchair and the gruff looking individual sitting next to him. He didn't notice how the gruff man's nose twitched, nor did he see him lean to speak in the ear of the bald man. The man in the wheelchair looked around, scanning the vicinity. His eyes finally settled on Cris, who was staring intently at the redhead.

"This boy, Jean" he said, still looking at Cris (who had now noticed his gaze and stared back).

"Yes, professor?" Jean inquired, looking back at her mentor.

"Was he wearing a red t-shirt and dark blue jeans? His hair tied at the base of his neck?"

"Yes! Reading minds is rude, professor!" she joked with a smile.

"I didn't need to read you mind, Jean. He is standing just behind you." They all turned to look and Cris flinched. Ignoring only worked so long as no one was looking for you so now this group could definitely see him.

Cris reached a hand behind his neck and scratched the back of his head embarrassedly. "Hi," he mumbled.

The bald man smiled, "hello there." He motioned for the boy to come closer, "now why did you follow Jean? Have you lost your mother?"

"She knows my dad and I haven't lost my dad, he's in the record store," Cris told the man honestly.

Xavier raised an eyebrow, this boy was psychic; he could block his presence and detect the thoughts of others. But who was his father? "Is he? How do you know that Jean knows him?"

"She touched my hand and I saw him there and stuff, like always" Cris explained before realising he wasn't meant to say anything. His dad was gonna be so angry! Even more than before! "I gotta go! My dad's gonna flip!"

That's when he heard it, a frantic mental pulse as well as a shout: "CRIS?!" His dad. Panicking, looking for him. He turned and sent out that feel, like dad had done for him and Luc when they were younger.

Sure enough his dad came sprinting round the corner and, as if he didn't see the other people, scooped Cris into his arms and hugged him tight. "I thought I lost you! Don't do that to me!" he murmured before setting the boy down, running a hand through his blond hair.

"It has been awhile, Master Twilight." Cris watched as his dad's head jerked up to look at the man in the wheelchair, Xavier. He felt his dad's hands close around his shoulders and pull him close. Cris's eyes widened slighty as his father's mind reached out to touch his own, his dad never did that in public! 'If I say run,' it whispered, 'you run, okay? Run straight for abuela's(1), I will meet you there.' Cris kept quiet, his dad sounded really worried.

"Sorry if my son bothered you, we'll be going now," Roxas said hurriedly and turned to find Logan standing in his way.

"Now, we just want to talk, bub," the gruff man told him.

Roxas's eyes narrowed and he slowly took his hands off his son's shoulders. "Cris," he said catching the boy's attention, "run."

Like a fire had been lit under his feet the boy shot between the startled X-men and, as the turned to follow him, erased himself from their vision. In seconds he was gone without a trace. "Now we may talk," Roxas commented to nobody in particular. He took a seat at the table and looked at them expectantly.

"Your son?" was Jean's shocked question.

Roxas smiled, "yes, my son Cristian. He's one of a pair of twins."

"But I thought you were with-"

"A guy? Yeah, Axel's my boyfriend," he laughed at their expressions. "I suppose you also want to know what we did after we left you, right?"

That was true. Xavier had been expecting some kind of reaction as soon as they had what they wanted from Cerebro. But nothing happened. Months turned into years and the silence persisted. Roxas thought to himself before turning crystal eyes to them, "Cerebro finds people, mutant or human is irrelevant. But it's too dangerous to focus on a single person for even a gifted psychic. Imagine, however, if you hooked up a psychic whose whole ability was to detach his own consciousness and view multiple places at once. Zexion, using Cerebro, was able to look at the surface of the entire world. E searched and found them."

"Found who?" asked Xavier, although he could guess.

"The rest of us, we were thirteen experiments. We called ourselves Organisation Thirteen, we were numbered as well. I was Subject 13," Roxas sighed and leaned back, worrying about his son. "We knew they were coming for us, we knew what they would do. We made a promise to each other, all of us. Whoever was left, whoever escaped, it was their duty to find and free everyone else or confirm their death. That is why Axel, Demyx and Zexion came for me."

Roxas thought to himself for a moment and watched, with an amused smile, how his audience became rapt and seemed to hang on his every word. "They kept most of us in stasis, suspended sleep. Except for me and Zexion, we were too unstable and they couldn't shut down our thought processes. It was only a matter of time."

"What will you do when you've found everyone?" This was from Scott, who was now looking distinctly edgy.

"They called us Nobodies."

The others seemed to start at the abrupt change of subject, seeming to glaze over Scott's question. "We didn't have memories, families or dreams. Nobody knew we existed. So they called us Nobodies. We had a dream though, we wanted to live like normal kids, have families and go to school. Killing gets stale very fast. So we made the Plan even then, they merely delayed us. It was the Superior who perfected it."

"The Superior?"

"A guy named Xemnas, or that's what we called him. It was his ability to use shadows to teleport, 'cept he can also make shapes out of them. He thought he could make a whole dimension if he tried. He was the most 'perfect' of us and was the eldest, the scientists called him 'superior' and the name stuck. He made most of the decisions."

He looked Xavier straight in the eye, "using he information from Cerebro we went out and found our families. We wanted to know why they'd abandoned us to such a cruel fate. Some of them had died, some of them hadn't known and some sold us for money. It was painful but we had to know, I had to know. Would believe I had a twin? How crazy is that? I met up with him, his name's Sora, nice kid. A little naïve, though."

"That doesn't really explain your son?" Xavier pressed lightly, the man was pouring out his whole past with no prompting. It seemed as if Roxas really didn't have anything to hide.

"Ah, my sons. We knew they had found out how to graft minor abilities from one of us to another, slight telepathy and teleporting, things like that. But our lives were finite, what if we were killed in battle or on a mission? They were trying to reproduce us, but better. They began mixing compatible genes together. For all means and purposes the twins are both mine and Axel's sons, they carry our DNA exclusively." He laughed after a second, "but the scientists failed. Sure they have our powers, but none of our physical alterations and the abilities are split between the two. Cris has mine and Lucas has Axel's."

Roxas stood and stretched, "now that I've told my whole story in a corny, film-like way I must be off. I'm picking up my mother for the BBQ today and I need to go or she will worry herself to death over Cris's sudden appearance."

"It was good seeing you again, Roxas," Xavier smiled.

"Who knows professor, maybe you'll have a couple of new students in a few years time," Roxas joked.

"I only hope they'll be less energetic than you."

"Good luck with that!" Roxas laughed and soon melded into the crowd. Vanishing from their lives once more, this time for good. Xavier smiled, it would probably really frustrate Fury to find out that one of the infamous experience had been here.

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Roxas smiled as he let himself into Rosa's house and was immediately assaulted by a small child asking if he was alright. Rosa kissed him on the cheek after Roxas had reassured his son that he was indeed fine. "How are you, dear? How is that man of yours?" she asked as she made him tea and cut a slice of cake for Cris. She spoke Spanish of course, the language had become a rule in the house long ago after all.

"Axel is well, lazy as usual. I can only hope that Cris and Luc don't inherit it," he sipped his tea gingerly, it was still hot.

Rosa snorted and joined him at the table, "I knew that one would be trouble! Don't the boys start school this year?"

"Yes, I don't know if I want to send them. Lucas is getting a tad uncontrollable, Cris isn't much better at times. Of course they have Axel wrapped around their little fingers! There'll be trouble, make no mistake!"

"But you wouldn't trade them for the world, same as I would not trade you, troublesome as you can be."

"Mum! I'm not that bad" Roxas complained half-heartedly.

Rosa merely smiled and glanced down at Cristian, "don't get crumbs on the carpet, Cristian, they are very hard to clean out."

"Sorry, grandma," the boy replied sweetly, he'd long ago picked up Spanish from his father and German from his old man, but his Spanish was far superior.

"We shall have to set off soon or we will be late, you know how Zexion will get if we are late," Roxas told them, glancing at his watch.

"Ah, of course! Is everyone coming today?" She rose from her chair and began to get together her things.

"Yes, the whole family is going to be there, I made sure of it."

"Who is cooking?"

"I think Xigbar is, not sure." Cris took Roxas's hand and Rosa gently held onto his arm. "Are we all ready?" At their nods Roxas focused his mind and the shadows rose up to swallow them.

They remerged before a country house that looked like it was built for a family of six. Cris immediately ran inside to find his twin, leaving Roxas smiling as he looked after him. The house was mostly made of wood and had an enormous area of land attached. There were several cars parked on the drive and he could tell they were last to arrive.

It was Xaldin that greeted them at the door. He was a very tall man and watched with amusement as Cris flashed around him, bowling over his elder, redheaded twin in the hallway, both shrieking with laughter. "Hey, mum" he greeted Rosa and took her coat. It was strange but the kind woman had become the mother of the whole family. Admonishing their manners and becoming a source of comfort.

Axel sat beside him and Roxas lowered himself on the comfy sofa in the living room to watch his friends and family talk and play together. He watched with great amusement as the twins set upon Zexion and Xemnas with playful hugs. He smile widened when Lucas accidentally set light to Larxene's dress when she chased him and chuckled as Axel rushed to put it out. Cris was no better, he used his own powers to push his brother over in play.

"You okay, Roxy?" he felt Axel settle next to him again, he wound an arm around the smaller man's waist.

"Yeah, I'm fine." And he was.

Righto!

(1) means 'grandmother' in spanish, according to the universal translator!

(2) Cristian is a spanish name and my german friend is called Lucas.

Now I bet you didn't expect kids! It was a little idea that came to me in Japan and my friend, Princess as I call him, helped me refine it! What else is there? i am sorry that it is finally over, I will miss this story greatly and thank you all for your continued support. Some of you have been there since the beginning and have had this strange faith in me. I hope I lived up to your expectations (I didn't live up to mine lol).

R&R for cookies and read my new fanfic coming up soon, Into the Fray is the continuation of Where Is Here and will be better planned, I promise!

Later

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