Re:Organization

Zexion had left Riku with Xaldin, he trusted the man not to turn the boy into a living pincushion for the most part, hopefully the meeting between the two of them would be productive toward improving the boy's fighting abilities. Bringing Kaito back to the castle, he led him to the kitchen and after showing him where to put the supplies, left the boy to finish putting them up and possibly take care of dinner if Kaito felt like cooking afterward.

Arriving at Addled Impasse, Zexion walked further into the large room toward the large floor to ceiling window that dominated the room. Letting his eyes linger only briefly on the empty expanse of dark beyond, Zexion turned toward where Saix stood. "Thank you for agreeing to speak with me, Saix."

Marluxia led Kuja into the pristine white, round room. Nearly all of the high, imposing chairs stood empty, save for one. Craning his neck, he looked up at Xemnas, silently disliking the unequal position it put him in. Soon, he wouldn't have to look up at this man any more. Soon.

Stepping aside, he bowed a little, gesturing towards Kuja, his words directed at Xemnas up on high. "I present to you Kuja, a new kindred spirit."

Saix opened up the portal in the lounge with a simple flick of his wrist, his hood already drawn up over his head to hide his face.

This mission should be nothing but straightforward. The dusks had come back, whispering of a giant heartless, lurking in Twilight Town. If it had been any other world than Twilight Town, Saix would have ignored it. With Kingdom Hearts sealed, there was no reason to hunt the heartless, apart from general training. However a Dark Follower in Twilight Town was still a little too close for comfort.

So far they had gone undetected by those of the light and Saix did not want any of them to come here, allowing them to be detected by accident. Thus, he had decided to take care of the Dark Follower himself. He would have preferred a more useful partner to bring along but pickings were slim, and Demyx, cowardly and whiny as he might be, still ranked above a hung-over, sleep-deprived Xigbar.

So he hoped, at least.