Oh. Crap. *runs off to fix* Once again. CRAP!!! *runs FASTER* Hee! We rock don't we? YOU ROCK HARDER THOUGH!!! :noworries:
Thank you! That's what I was going for! Aw, that's okay! I don't care! I'm just happy you commented! ^_^ Don't worry, I'll be back Monday. Hopefully with an update for the Love of a Nobody and this story. Trust me, even I don't know where this story's going. I have so many ideas, it'll be hard to put them all in there. But, I'll find a way. You know I will!
This chapter was originally going to be much longer, but I didn't think I'd have time before I went on vacation this weekend (don't worry, it's only for a couple days). But here it is, and since there wasn't much R-rated about it, it wasn't edited. Enjoy. And I apologize, but my Love of a Nobody story won't be updated till next week when I get back. Roxas Has Returned Ch. 3 (Part 1), Why? “The boy endured longer than expected.” “Indeed. It seems his stamina has increased as well. It’s an improvement; especially since the other boy has been destroyed.” “Mmm.” With slow paces, several members of the XIIIth Order cascaded through the silent halls of The World That Never Was. A few of them had made their way back to what they called “personal living quarters”, but were nothing more than assigned rooms. Each had their reasons for leaving the main group. But these ones had been discussing the predicament of a single member in particular. Number XIII. “Is the Superior going to let him live?” “I’m not sure Zexion. He may just kill him and get it over with, but I doubt he’d let a keyblade-wielder slip through his fingers so easily. There’s too much at stake with Number XIII around.” The man who had spoken flicked his thick fingers through his short blonde hair. Earrings of all shapes and sizes made their way around the curve of his ears. His gentle, English accent couldn’t be mistaken. “Do you mean to say that the Superior is going to keep torturing him like this?” “Torture? That’s a fairly accusing word, Number VI.” A man of equal stature, extremely tall compared to some of the others, brought down heavy words. His tone of voice was even heavier. Dreadlocks of the blackest kind came up around his bulky jaw line or were held up in a wrapping ponytail, swishing back and forth behind him as he walked. Silence reverberated back and forth between the distinct Nobodies for quite some time. None of the other members wanted to go against Xaldin’s comment, yet each of them were feeling a slight resentment at not doing so. The result of not speaking caused many of them to turn corners and head off to their own respective places. After a while, only one was left, still strutting through the dungeon-like hallways, mystified by the sign that haunted every wall, every door, and every one of them; the sign of the Nobody. The Cloaked Schemer held his chin in his hand and pondered over the days events. He didn’t necessarily agree with the chosen form of punishment laid down on Number XIII, but he did understand the Superior’s reasoning up to a point. Yet, there was still the matter of the child being no more than fifteen years old, and weak enough as it is. He should never have had to go through this so young, or even as an adult. Now, the boy had to endure so much more than what he bargained for. Still, I suppose it must be done, in order for the Superior to maintain a level of authority. But why would he do it so harshly? Zexion, the mastermind behind many of the Organization’s plots and schemes, was feeling a small amount of doubt in the Superior’s leadership. “Zexion.” The Nobody, still wandering in his thoughts, looked up to see yet another member of Organization XIII standing in his line of sight. Long, dull blonde hair fell down the sides of his skinny face, his eyes a piercing green. “Vexen.” “Zexion, the Superior has asked me to relay an order to you.” “What is it?” “You are to heal the prisoner.” “What? Why would he ask me to do something like that?” “Would you like to ask the Superior and find out?” “…No.” “Then I suggest you follow his orders.” “Wait, Vexen. Why aren’t you doing this? You specialize in this arena; not me.” “I do not question those who are higher than I am, Number VI. I suggest you do the same.” III~XxXxX~III After Zexion had cleaned out the supply closet of all his needed materials, the man made his way down intertwining hallways towards the room where Number XIII was being held. He continued to wonder where this Organization was going, why it was falling apart so easily. Zexion had always been a thinker on levels higher than anyone could imagine. His mind nit-picked at the littlest things, and it was those things that usually saved his life. Now, his thoughts were focused on the matter at hand. He analyzed the details, ins and outs, and every element within this affair. None of it made sense to him. The massive marble gate before him wove intricate designs, each representing the symbol of the Nobody. Zexion only had to stand in front of the door in order for it to move silently out of his way, opening up to a dark, damp room. Number XIII lay somewhere within. To his surprise, the boy was laying on top of a hospital-like bed in the middle of the room, his limbs held down by solid, leather straps, tightly binding his wrists and ankles especially. The blindfold he had been previously wearing was still there, still withholding the privilege of sight. A weightless and purely white blanket covered the lower half of his body. A bright light, possibly from the moon above the city, bore down on them both. Number XIII’s injuries were beyond killing him, but were still gruesome to look upon. Lashes flew across the boy’s body with ease, like a ragged jigsaw puzzle. Blood had caked onto his skin yet but some of it still flowed vigorously. Bruises from previous endeavors discolored his frail form all the more. The boy’s face had even degraded from a lively tan shade to a ghostly white. Zexion stared at the child. He thought he felt a small glimmer of compassion come from somewhere in his mind, but he dismissed it quickly. Nobodies didn’t feel anything. Compassion was a human emotion, impossible for someone like him to have. Opening up the small medical kit, Zexion prepared suave, painkillers, bandages, and his stitching tools for a long, tiresome undertaking. III~XxXxX~III Time appeared to fly by within the dark caresses of the cave. The Cloaked Schemer felt as if he had been working for hours on end. But, as most healers knew, once a job had begun, it couldn’t be stopped until the subject was completely out of harm’s way. Wiping away a slip of sweat from off of his forehead, Zexion continued his work. All the while, his thoughts gave way to hundreds of questions. They all spun evil webs in the depths of his intricate mind. Usually, Zexion had no problem figuring out why the Superior would give out these strange orders, but with this, he still didn’t have a clue. Using the medical scissors in his kit, he cut the access material of a metallic string. Tying it down with firm knot, this marked the eighth lash stitched up on Number XIII’s body. No one at the castle knew the meaning of exasperating work until they overtook this type of career. Even then, they wouldn’t care to do it in the first place. Zexion did in fact wonder how the other members were taking this situation. Did they agree? Or did they exceedingly oppose? It was all a mystery in and of itself. Especially, Zexion questioned how one Nobody in particular was withstanding the entire affair. Number VIII.
I JUST GOT FRIGGIN CAUGHT UP!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I never would have guessed that Kuxir was Riku's Heartless!!!! AWESOME TWIST!!!! And once again, I praise that wicked outfit of Xed's. You have such a cool imagination!
Oh, trust me, she'll notice the similarities between all of them in a future chapter. ^-^ I LOVE USING MY OWN NAME!!! I probably shouldn't have done that in the first place, but I can't really do anything about it now. Oh well!
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it this time around. I tried to keep it moderately descripted but remain PG as well. My un-edited version is really detail orientated.
Sorry, but it looks like your post screwed up. Try posting again, but thanks posting anyway.
Of course!! You're very welcome!!!
No! Are you kidding? I love it when people give me little bits of information like this! It really helps in the long run. And each person is smart in their own way, and your arena is obviously swords and combat. I love it! And thanks for the encouragement. I know Nex is a bit of a Mary Sue, and I didn't mean for her to be that way, but it's sorta how it came out. Oops. ^-^
That's okay chicka, I still wuv you! And I did read your other review, so thanks!
Yup. Ish Luxy. He had to have his spot in the story somewhere. I kinda forgot Xaldin had that thick-ish accent. That's okay. It's not the chappys aren't done, it's just that NO ONE WILL LET ME ON THE INTERNET ANYMORE!!!! I swear, I used to be able to get on here all the friggin time, and now, I'm hardly on at all! Yeesh... Kay. I'm done. ^-^ I hoped peeps would like the idea. I just couldn't help myself. One of my friend's characters in her story just got her own gun, so it was really, really, REALLY taunting me. It was originally a plain ol katana, but I shortened to a knife instead.\ And thank you chicka! Ienzo will have a pretty good size part pretty soon, so be really happy! Wow. Thank you so much for this information. You're really knowledgable, and I appreciate you helping me out. Thank you! I don't think I'd ever have figured out any of this on my own.
WHEEHA!! THANKS!!! *ish still not worthy* ^-^ Yeah, I'm crazy like that. Thanks!
Section 12 SO SORRY IT TOOK SO DANG LONG!!! This section's mostly a filler for whats to come. Hope you like! And, in my personal opinion, the next section's better. ^-^ The Love of a Nobody... (section 12) With slow movements, Nex arose from her slumber. The sheen from the sun nearly blinded her as she opened her sleepy eyes. She groaned when her back protested in pain. The hard floor had really done a number on her. Carefully, Nex pulled away the warm sheets, revealing the rest of her tired body. She had hoped to wake up with her arms wrapped around a spunky redhead, but Axel was nowhere to be found. She sighed to herself, contemplated staying in bed the rest of the day, and then decided to at least get up and have some breakfast. Maybe Squall will cook something this time around, she thought. Nex didn’t mind Cid’s concoctions, but she still had fond memories of Squall’s ability to make a mean omelet. Nex eased herself out of the room and headed straight for the makeshift kitchen. To her surprise, Squall wasn’t cooking, but Aerith was. The older woman sent a sweet smile in Nex’s direction. “Good morning! Would you like something to eat?†“Sure,†Nex said, returning the grin. “Hey, do you know what happened to Axel? He wasn’t in the room when I woke up.†“I think he and Cloud went out for some fresh air.†“Oh. Okay.†There was no doubt that Aerith had noticed that subtle hint of loneliness emanating from her old friend. “Hey,†she started. Nex looked up at Aerith, the gentle aroma of raspberry jam wafting in from the stove. “They’ll be back in no time. Don’t worry about it.†Aerith had hoped that would cheer the younger girl up for the time being, but Nex still had the expression of sadness in her eyes. “Why don’t we go do something? Together?†“Really?†“Yes. I haven’t been out and about for a long time now.†“Okay! But what about Leon and the others?†“Let’s let them sleep. After all, you remember what Cid’s like when he doesn’t get his ‘beauty naps.’†The giggles of the two girls echoed throughout the entire kitchen area. Aerith quickly made a fresh batch of toast for the both of them to eat on the go while Nex changed into a nicer outfit. Yuffie had given her an even baggier pair of jeans that were extremely comfortable yet could still be used easily in fighting. They hung off of her waist, being held up by a very loose black and white belt. A light, sleeveless midriff fell off of her shoulders but looked good on her, at least according to Axel, who had seen her trying it on earlier in the night. Aerith had presented her with a few additions of her own; a bright red, pendent necklace and several dangling wristbands. “Also, Syd?†“Yeah? Whoa, cool!†Aerith had been empty-handed only moments before, but was now holding a small, but lethal, two-foot long dagger. Red and black tassels wrapped around the blade’s hilt in an elegant fashion while their ends hung off the side. “A katana, one that Cloud wished for you to have long before you and Ela had disappeared. He just never had the courage to give it to you. ‘Too afraid you’d hurt yourself’ he always said.†“But, I’m not qualified to handle a sword.†“Sure you are! You and Cloud used to practice all the time,†Nex blinked in confusion. Aerith sighed, and smiled. “When you worked with Master Ansem, you were always surrounded by the big boys. Cloud, Squall, and especially Ela never were too fond of that idea, even though you told us you were friends with them. So, Cloud decided to teach you self defense. Ela watched over you wherever you went, and so did Squall. Cloud taught you both hand-to-hand and sword combat. Eventually, you could take down any man twice your size. Don’t you remember?†Nex stood in her own thoughts for a few seconds, trying as hard as she could to bring back the memories she wanted. Cloud…he taught me how to fight? Little by little, Nexydys remembered. Every technique, every swing, every block, every strategy to beat your enemy; it all steadily came back to her, bit by bit. Aerith handed her the sword, no doubt in her mind that Nex knew what she doing. Taking the tassel ends, she tied the knife onto her belt, letting it hang off her thigh. Although she was reluctant to use it, Nex couldn’t help but feel a little safer with it swinging by her side. “Alright, let’s get going.†- - - - - - - - - - - - - “So, Aerith? What’s been happening since we left?†The two girls had had their share of fun for the day, but were still enjoying the blissful night-time happenings of Hollow Bastion. Nex had greeted all her old friends, including the ever-thoughtful moogles who ran the synthesis shops. So many memories, so many wonderful memories…, she thought to herself. But, none of them are mine to enjoy. Nex never knew just how much her memories didn’t mean a thing. There was nothing left to her existence but sadness. Thankfully for her, Aerith didn’t let her down. Friends were always there, and could never leave you, no matter how hard you tried. “Well, Squall never gave up trying to find the both of you. None of us did, in fact. But, a short while after you disappeared, so did Hollow Bastion.†“What?†“It was swallowed by the darkness, and for a short time, we were all relocated to other worlds. Luckily, Squall, Yuffie, Cid and I were all taken to the same world. Cloud, however, had to find his way here on his own. You don’t know how hard it was to lose you both, let alone Cloud too.†Aerith’s head dipped as her tone of voice came down. Nex always suspected something between Aerith and Cloud but had neglected to mention it. Although, it wasn’t really any of her business. Aerith and Cloud had their connections, the same as she and Axel. “But,†she continued, “Sora showed up with the keyblade. Master Ansem had told all of us about the power of the keyblade before, so, we told Sora about it. Even Squall was surprised that one so young could attain its power.†“Sora’s too young?†“Yes, its ten years too early for a boy like him to wield it, or so Ansem said. None of us ever doubted him though. He had friends with him, friends of King Mickey. You remember him, don’t you?†“I’m sorry, no.†“Oh well,†said Aerith with a light laugh. “He should be visiting sometime soon. Same goes for Sora.†“Really? Alright!†“Well, actually, every time Sora shows up, it usually means a problem with the Heartless or the Nobodies.†Aerith didn’t notice the sting of pain Nex was feeling at the thought of Nobodies being killed off by a mere boy. She did, however, acknowledge that very fact. “I’m sorry you have to be involved with this.†“It’s not your fault.†Nex kept her broiled emotions bottled up inside, letting them simmer out in the shadows of her mind. Aerith continued with her story. “But, nevertheless, the two creatures have become a problem. I guess that’s why Sora appeared in the first place. Even Master Ansem left, saying he was going to try and solve the mystery of Heartless and Nobodies, but that he had to do so elsewhere. According to him, he took his apprentices along for the trip. He never asked where you went. I wonder if he knew what happened all along,†Aerith’s voice trailed off. Nex didn’t break the sudden silence between them. But Aerith’s perky attitude kept up. “Do you think everyone’s alright? Ansem’s apprentices I mean.†“I…I really don’t know. I miss them all. Especially Ienzo. He and I always got along really well,†Nex laughed for the first time in a while. “Ela wasn’t a big fan of that.†“I can imagine.†“Me, Braig, Even, Dilan, Aeleus, Ienzo, and even Xehanort; we all loved being apart of that world, full of research and science. The things we wanted to know about the heart were being discovered one by one. It was all such a dizzying experience, but I wanted to stay there for as long as I could.†Nex’s own voice became distant as she reminisced. All those people she knew were no where to be found. Would she ever meet them again? Were they anywhere near? Would they even recognize her now? Nexydys turned her tired head to Aerith, who also seemed to be in her own little world. She smiled all the same. “I think you’ll see them again Syd,†Aerith commented, as if she could read Nex’s thoughts. “Yeah, I hope so,†she said, gazing up towards the evening sky. It darkened slowly, going into the calming serenity between light and darkness; twilight. Nex couldn’t really remember another time where she had felt this comfortable, this loved. “I wouldn’t be so sure of that.†A midnight black portal, swimming in darkness, suddenly appeared on front of them, seemingly out of nowhere. The figure that stepped out was wearing the accursed cloak of Organization XIII. Aerith had no idea how he had gotten so close without her knowing it. “You seem to be enjoying yourself Nexydys, but playtime is over,†said a tempting voice, heavily layered with a British accent. Nex immediately whipped out the dagger Aerith had given her. Even if she couldn’t remember everything about using it properly, she could still cause some pretty good bruises. “I don’t think so.†“Well, I’m not going to stand around waiting for you to switch over to our side. So…†Before Nex knew what was happening, the figure had taken off through his black abyss. She was relieved, to say the least. Even Aerith let out a small breath. The older girl wasn’t much of a fighter, although she would still give anything to defend her friends. A gloved hand whipped out of nowhere, only to grab Nexydys around the mouth, muffling her silent screams. Another muscled arm wrapped around her lower body, holding her firmly in place. A squeal passed between Aerith’s lips as the man knocked her to the ground before she could do anything. “…I guess I’ll just force you.†Aerith glanced back up at Nexydys before the figure had escaped. The look of fear in her eyes was intoxicating. Then, they were gone. Aerith stared, dumbfounded, at the spot where she and Nex had been standing only moments before. The small dagger, a gift from Cloud to Nex, was laying on the ground, just out of her reach. Standing up straight, Aerith was still surprised and angry at herself for not defending her friend when she had the chance. She picked up the sword, looked around to make sure she wasn’t being followed (which she should have done beforehand), and immediately took off running towards the city. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Okay, so Nex having a weapon was a bit of a stretch, but it was taunting me!
*squishys Roxy* ^-^ I know, I know, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to be so sad...But if I didn't do it, the next chapters wouldn't have any real meaning.... Thanks! Trust me, this story is going to HUGE. I think....If I keep at it like this, it will definately get upwards of around 30 chapters. And yeah, I'm being serious. >D
Oh. Um... Okay, I'm an idiot. Sheesh.
Your Lordship? That's pushing it a bit dontcha think? And when did we start makin names for everybody? Did I miss something?
YES BYAKUYA!!!! But, wait, what about Gin? Will he work? ._. I wikey my Gin.... WHHEEEEEE!!! *massive-glomp* HI RENJI!!!! Um, I didn't know you were doing anything....>.> Yeah Reno! You playah you! Hey! I callz 'em as I sees 'em. Ugh! Yeah! You woman? You just don't understand just how awesome us redheads are. We could get any girl we want. Butbutbutbutbut--- What about me? Oh, um, sorry Twi. You're in there too. *hugs* YAY!!! Okay, I get your point. ^-^
OH NO!!! GET ZEXION TO REVIVE HER!!!! Or maybe even Renji. Or Byakuya...(just to make ya mad Bliv. ^-^) Dang! You've been in school for forever! We got out the end of May! I feel really bad for ya forsaken. And I ain't dead. Yet. ^-^ Not really. Updating. Messaging. Talking to the awesome family. Nope! Not much is new. CHICKA! *glomps* Wazzup Jazz? Oh, yeah, NOW you're in a good mood. *rolls eyes*
Yup! ^-^ Not too dead though.
EVERYWHERE. ^-^ Long time no see x2!!! Good to see ya too forsaken! How's it goin?
