Facts and Fictions

[Luxord]

The library was one of the few places Luxord felt he could relax. Surrounded by myriads of books, the information they contained was almost limitless, varying subjects and perspectives from all corners of the universe, salvaged from the worlds the Heartless had destroyed. It was here that one could lose themselves in the tales and knowledge of other worlds, fascinated by what had been lost to the heartless' destruction, and what this knowledge could be used for to better aid the Organisation.

Luxord had no need of history, what could someone who left their actions to chance need of studying what had already happened. No for him history was useless, he cared about the now, where the next roll of the die would take him, or which pile his chips would fall in. The Library for him was a place for him to lose himself in the fantastic, the unreal.

History was fact, pure, simple and cold, much like the Nobodies themselves, unfeeling and unbending. It cared for nothing but its own progress. Fiction however was passionate, emotional and creation itself, and it was this that Luxord craved. He spent hours in the library, reading books from his previous life, Dickens and Shakespeare and Milton, drawing feelings from them that he could not feel himself.

As a Gambler and pickpocket he had been driven by his passion, his enjoyment of his work, ever pushing himself to greater more daring risks, leaving everything to fate to see him through. As a Nobody, Luxord had lost this passion, chance seemed to go his way in all concerns now, and the risk had been lost, and the passion for his work fled with it.

Stroking the spines of the books with his fingertips he meandered among the shelves, looking for something new, anything to keep him from going mad with boredom. Pulling a strange book from the shelf he went to sit at a desk, examining the covers. He had no idea where this had come from, but there was something intriguing about it. Opening it he sighed, it wasn't what he was looking for. Yet another Science book littering the place, this one dealing with the moon and its properties. The scientists of the Organisation would be happy, or Saix, who seemed to enjoy the moon. Luxord closed his eyes and lay his legs over the table corner, his arms crossed. This place was so dull.

[Zexion]

"I think you would find this one," A gloved hand places a book on the desk, its cover blank except for the title, 'The Merchant Of Venice', "A little more interesting."

Zexion pulls a chair over from another desk and seats himself at it. The library was not somewhere he expected to run into one of the neophytes, so Luxord's presence came as a surprise to Number Six.

"Though it hardly seems appropriate to go searching for books for leisurely purposes, X."

[Luxord]

Opening his eyes a fraction Luxord looked up at the shorter Nobody, smiling softly, Zexion's presence in the library was almost unavoidable. He was always seen with a book under his arm, or sitting in a chair, any chair within the Castle, his fringe hanging as he traced page after page. Luxord often wondered what it was Zexion hunted for so adamantly.

Glancing at the book Zexion had held out he took in the title, and smiled, another classic from Luxord's former home.
"Shakespeare eh Zexion?" Luxord grinned, sitting up properly and taking the book from the table, running his gloved hands over the cover before opening the front page, "It surprises me that a Scientist such as yourself would show any interest in a work of fiction."

[Saix]

Books covered the table, all open on a specific page of reference. It was not often that Saix took books from the library, preferring to learn through experience and not second-hand knowledge. Recently, Saix had become obsessed with the transformation of the body. Mainly he was spurred on by the hope of returning to his old feline body but he still wished to know how the transformation occurred. He was also slightly resigned to the fact that he may never be able to return to his previous form. He searched constantly for some sort of text that would tell him it was possible to make an artificial body he would be in full control of. He wanted to be completely sure of all the facts before he asked one of the organization scientists to help him. Pride was important to Saix, he disliked being proved wrong or being corrected.

Saix's search had finally come to an end. He had found a text from the library that told of a special corruption of the heart that would transform the body from a non human one to a human one. Saix figured that it meant when he became a heartless he became a very bad heartless meaning his body changed. It could be reversed by a large collection of hearts. Kingdom Hearts was the perfect solution but that was a selfish thing to do that wouldn't further the organization's ends in any way. The only thing for Saix to do would be search for these hearts on his own or just collect one or two extremely strong ones. But first he would have to find a scientist to prove his theory. His best bet was Zexion. He was nearly always in the library furthering his scientific knowledge.

Saix collected the books from the table and walked slowly to the library, balancing the books in a pile. It did not take him long to reach the library, or at least it didn't seem that long as he was concentrating more on the pile of books then on the path he took. Juggling the books on one hand he pushed the heavy doors open. Inside he saw Luxord, the gambler of fate, and beside him Zexion handing him a book. Just the person he wanted to see.

[Zexion]

"There are certain works I make exceptions for. Shakespeare is one of them. I think you'd like this," He pats the book's cover lightly.

Hm? What's that? Someone else was nearing the library... Ah, Saix. Zexion pushed himself back from the desk and stood looking towards where he assumed the other would appear from, and soon enough, the blue-haired diviner was within sight.

"Saix," Zexion called in greeting, "Can I help you?" The other strode with a purpose so he could only assume there was something on VII's mind.