Author's Notes:

Yes, I have been influenced by Days greatly – so greatly that I'm gonna introduce some elements from the game into here. Such as the Grey Room.

But no, no Replica Project or Xion. The latter shall be saved for an upcoming story that I have planned…after I finish this one. Enjoy.

1800 hours, Twilight Town, Station Plaza, Clock Tower

"Naminé was drawing a brown-haired kid, eh…? And you're saying that you actually have dreams of him?" Axel asked, pondering over something.

The bells behind them began to move via the machinery. The metal rod struck the shell, emitting a low, dull sound that rang throughout the town. Birds began to fly away, surprised by the sudden sound. The sun's rays reached the duo as they sat on the edge, with their ice-cream sticks.

Roxas simply nodded as he stared out to the sun. "Yeah… His name… I can't remember it… But, I'm this guy in my dreams." His blue eyes looked back at Axel. "Bet you don't know what's going on…"

The red-head sighed falsely, trying to act uninformed. "…Hm…I don't think so." His eyes were full of deceit, but he knew he had to protect both Sora and Roxas. He didn't want to imagine the consequences if he messed up.

They both stared down at the town. Children were already running back home, and they could hear the trains' engines rearing from behind them. They enjoyed this view every evening; one of the beauty of the dusk.

Roxas stood up. "We should go back. It's getting late, after all…" He raised his hand and opened up a corridor. "You need to get back to Castle Oblivion too, right?"

"Yeah. There're still some things left to do there." Axel smirked. "Not that I'll hate it, of course." He patted his buddy on the back. "You take care, got it? Don't go dying on a mission. I need a companion for ice-cream, yeah?"

Roxas could only smile back. "Right. You take care too, Ax."

They turned and walked into the Corridors of Darkness, leading their separate ways.

1814 hours, The Castle that Never Was, The Grey Room

The swirling darkness bloomed just beside Saïx. He was unfazed; this usually happened when the rookies did their jobs. He stepped aside just a bit to allow more space for Roxas to move through. As his blond hair poked through the darkness, he nonchalantly said, "Welcome back, No. XIII. You sure took your time."

Roxas shrugged. "Sorry. The job you gave me wasn't exactly easy, either," he retaliated.

Saïx turned towards him, slowly approaching him, a menacing look in his cold, still eyes. "Oh…and I suppose you'd like to question the Superior himself?"

Roxas stepped away, as the Corridor closed. "N-no…" he stammered, nervously. The Luna Diviner just had that thing about him that wasn't divine at all. He watched as Saïx smiled. "I'll…just go back to my room now."

"That you do, Roxas…" he muttered. Without another word to the empty room, he disappeared in a flash of darkness.

1820 hours, The Castle that Never Was, Where Nothing Gathers

Xemnas sat upon the highest seat, as he had been doing for almost every single day since the birth of the Organization. He watched as the beams of darkness quickly erupted from nowhere, revealing the members as they themselves took on their respective seats. He sighed as he noted the only seat opposite him. Empty, as always. Not that he could it. Roxas had never been one for punctuality.

The seats that belonged to the agents of Castle Oblivion still remained empty; constant vigilance of the Keyblade Master was needed. "Attendance check. Xigbar." He ducked as a crimson arrow flew towards his seat, making yet another mark behind him. Just for fun, the Freeshooter shot one more in between Xaldin's legs again. "Xaldin." A gust of wind blew over his white hair, and he nodded. "Saïx."

The Luna Diviner, holding great respect for the Superior, proclaimed, "Present, sir." This caused a smile to appear on Xemnas' face. That would always make his day.

"Demyx." His eyes cringed as a chord came from the "Melodious" Nocturne. He can never truly remember why he gave him that sitar as his weapon. "Remind me to tear the strings off that Arpeggio."

Demyx jumped, shocked and nervous. "What!? No, no, noooo. Never. Nuh-uh. No—,"

"Silence. Luxord." Cards reached in front of him, reading the letters from left to right, H, E, R, and another E. They then whisked away back into the hands of the Gambler of Fate. Though 'fate' could hardly be his ability. "Roxas."

Another column of darkness appeared from the ceiling, dispersing at the lowest seat in the room to reveal the boy. "Here, sir."

Xemnas sighed. "Alright… Today, we look at Kingdom Hearts again."

"Again?" Xigbar yelled. "Again!? That's the 100th 'again' since we started! NOTHING HAS CHANGED, XEMNAS. Deal with it."

"Can't you see it? It's obviously gotten more blue," Xemnas replied defensively. An argument between the members erupted over its progress, and no end was in sight.

Roxas sighed. This is hopeless… He looked to the window. Get a heart to become Whole again, huh...