Disclaimers: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of its characters. They belong to either Disney or Square-Enix.

This fiction is rated T and may move up to M depending on the intensity of the pairings.

Warnings: Eventual shonen-ai and some adult language.

This is going to be a short fic, perhaps about four to five chapters long. I'm not going to "conclude" it, since this is just a bit of speculation on my part on the Nobodies and Kingdom Hearts 3. I hope you guys enjoy.

----The Past

"Do any of you guys remember?"

"Remember what Number IX? What we ate last night? Or is this one of your philosophizing bullshit again?" patronized Xaldin.

Demyx pouted and crossed his arms. "Hey I was just asking. I mean most of you sorta kinda remember your life before being a Nobody, right?"

"Give it a break, or go bother Xigbar," replied Number III reaching for his lance to throw at the younger member.

"I'm going! I'm going!" shutting the door just in time before the spear hit the metal.

It was the same kind of dream in the same world every night, or at least Demyx thought it was. Each dream had a different landscape with inhabitants ranging from human to animal to something mythical. One night he'd dream about alligators dancing with hippos in ballerina tutus, the next it would be about flamingos playing with yoyos. Sometimes the dreams would be less comical, and more relaxing with images of large whales sailing through what appeared to be, sky, and tiny goldfishes swimming as if to excite or lure anyone by its beauty. He even envisioned a land full of flowers dancing steps from strange worlds, while the seasons where controlled by small delicate fairies whose touch could turn green leaves into autumn tones or freeze an entire lake.

Although not all the dreams were pleasant.

Some nights Demyx would wake up frightened; the visions seemed like nightmares. Several times his body would manifest into a world full of giant lizards, many herbivorous, few carnivorous. But the carnivores were usually bigger and scarier than the rest of the reptiles, killing mercilessly at whatever prey got into their clutches. Another dream was about a beautiful spirit that would bring life into a forest. Demyx hated that dream most of all because of the seemingly happiness fades when a firebird awakens and destroys everything, and even the spirit, to his belief. Yet that wasn't the scariest of his nightmares. The worst one involved an ancient town during the darkest hour of night. The Nobody could never see the ending of that dream because the fear would wake him up immediately, but all he knew was that it involved a massive demon in a mountain that conjured the dead and created an orgy full of malice and sin.

Yet every single dream had one thing in common: music.

Xigbar had once told him it was probably because of his obsession with music that he saw these things in his sleep. Vexen had concluded that they were merely memories of his past displaying in his slumber. The whole Organization knew that Demyx was a little different than the rest of them. For one, the musician was very immature and not a very good fighter. Secondly, he could not remember a great majority of his past, unlike the rest of the Organization. But the case of the memory was not only inflicted upon him. Number XIII, Roxas, had no memory of his Other's life. Axel, although extremely sure of himself, sometimes says to have bits of amnesia about his Other's life and significance. The same went with the rest of the members that were not the original founders.

As he walked down the long corridors, Demyx finally mustered up the courage to tell Xigbar a little about the dream he had last night. He wasn't afraid of the Freeshooter or anything like that; however, he had this feeling that all he did was bother his superior. Nevertheless, this dream was much different from the ones he had before, and the Melodious Nocturne was aching to tell someone about it, even if it meant having a bullet through his head.

'Not that Xigbar would do something like that,' thought Demyx as he reached Number II's room and knocked on the door.

"Come on in- oh hey kid."

"Um Xigbar?"

Xigbar put down the book he was reading. "Another one of those dreams? If it's a repeat, I'm not even going to bother listening."

"Okay, well what about-"

"The answer is no. Nobodies don't have hearts so we can't feel. We're just imitatin' what we remember."

"Well I don't remembermost of my past, so there! Nyah!" Demyx childishly stuck out his tongue at Xigbar. "I just wanted to tell you about this new dream I had."

"Then shoot."

"What's Transverse Town?"

Xigbar looked at Demyx incredulously. "Where'd you hear it from?"

"This old guy with a pointy hat and blue robes." The younger scratched his head. "He said something about too many Heartless and that something had to be done to get rid of it or else the world would be destroyed."

"Err what world would that be?"

----The Present

"Fantasia."

"What's Fantasia, your majesty?" asked Sora.

"It's another world just like Agrabah and Halloween Town," replied King Mickey. "I was in Fantasia many years ago when I was Yen Sid's apprentice. You see, Yen Sid used to live in Fantasia before he moved to the outskirts of Twilight Town, but my sources indicate that he went back."

"Sources? Why do you need us?" asked Riku.

"It's hard to say Riku. I don't know if I really should be asking any of you for this. However, in this time of peace there has been suspicions arising in Fantasia. I have reasons to believe that there is something involving the Heartless in that world."

"Your majesty," said Donald. "Where did you get this information from?"

"From his majesty, King Mickey's secret police," replied a man walking towards them along with two other people.

The three people wore black suits and ties. The man that spoke had long black hair and a bindi in the middle of his forehead. To his right was a very tall bald man with dark skin and sunglasses. To his left, a short blonde haired woman with light brown eyes.

"Why didn't we know about the secret police?" said Donald with a disapproving scowl.

The longhaired man smirked almost sadistically. "Then it wouldn't be a secret."

"Why you-"

"I think the king has an explanation, Donald," Goofy said while holding Donald back.

"Tseng," answered King Mickey. "What news do you have?"

"He's awake."

---End Chapter One