White.

That's all this castle was. Pure White. Nothingness. Of course, that's what they were too. Nothing. Xemnas called them "Nobodies." They were what's left. Or, maybe they were all that ever was. Not that it mattered now.

Ienzo tugged at his black cloak that the Organization had given him. Even -err Vexen- said it would keep him from fading into the darkness. It was an ingenious invention to be truthful. While it kept them from fading away, it also morphed to fit the wearer's size and shape.

As he walked, Ienzo's boots echoed across the room. He kept walking until he was in the middle of the large Nobody insignia that decorated the floor. He removed his hood and stared at the ridiculously tall chairs that his fellow members sat in.

Aeleus, now named Lexaeus, gave small smile and nodded encouragingly at Ienzo. Ienzo smiled back at the man that had given him comfort during the days at Radiant Garden. After Even had adopted him, Lexaeus became the closest thing he had to a father, brother, or friend. Aeleus was the one who would carry Ienzo on his shoulders at night so the boy could better see the stars.

His gaze shifted over to the newly named Vexen. The Chilly Academic gazed at Ienzo with his green reptilian eyes and smiled, in a way that a snake might eye a mouse. Ienzo did owe Even for adopting him though. For that, he would always have a place for Even in his heart. Or was it Non-heart?

Xaldin. He had never had any strong feeling for Dilan. For awhile, he simply called him the Sideburn-Dude who made dinner occasionally. Xaldin gave a small nod.

Then there was Xigbar. The Freeshooter was wearing headphones that were connected to a lime green IPod. It was Braig who would always get Ienzo into trouble. Whether it was setting things on fire, shaving Xehanort's head, or replacing Even's lab coats with wedding dresses.

And lastly, was Xehanort. The amnesiac man who muttered about key-shaped swords and insisted they all put an X in their names. Xemnas's gold eyes gazed blankly at Ienzo. No emotion or warmth showed in the Superior's eyes. Just cold emptiness.

The white-haired man began to speak.

"Good tidings friends…" Xemnas droned, repeating the same speech he had recited the past hour. "Today… is a momentous day. Another has been chosen… to wear to the coat."

Ienzo looked up nervously.

The Superior's eyes narrowed. "Number VI. Zexion, the Cloaked Schemer."

Awkward silence.

"Yeah Zexion!" Xigbar cheered, "Go Schemer-Boy!"

Xemnas glared at Xigbar and Lexaeus chuckled.

They were an odd bunch. Six beings without hearts. Born from darkness and hearts. From the days as Ansem's apprentices to an Organization bent on restoring their hearts. They were what's left.

Or maybe they were all that ever was.