I decided to write the backstories for Saix, Axel, Demyx, Luxord, Marluxia and Larxene, because...well it's fun. I have weird ideas, so bare with me. For Saix...or Isaac or Ias I had something to do with him coming from a mentally unstable family. Yes, that make's perfect sense why is Nobody is damn crazy. For Axel or Alexander/Alex his family was in a cat cult. Don't ask why. He just seems like someone who would follow a cat cult. Demyx or Edym was a mermaid. Everyone could see that coming. Luxord or...Lord was an aristrocrat. Marluxia or...Ralium was a heir to an expensive mansion and Larxene...or...Relane was a runaway. Yes, my ideas are weird. Don't kill me. First part I'm posting is about Ias/Isaac. It's...kind of weird. Remember to read and review. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part One: Cheshire Moons (Number VII) Perfect… Perfection Those words only mattered to him in the long run and though he was never able to live up to others ingenuity, originality or brilliance for that matter, his capacity for creativity and art was never doubted. Perhaps the wild lupine shape-shifters provided better company for him than the people he associated with. Slow, clumsy Not at all perfect, not at all a molded sense of perfection like him, not like he considered himself to be… It was a cold, damp night. The snow hardened into abrasive ice, the heavens were moving slowly across the Republic, and the frost-covered trees moved their bodies ever so slowly in a miserable dance to keep warm. It was a bitter life. All they did was criticize and complain instead of build up anyone. He thought of going back to his family and friends for their gathering, a large dinner. But he wasn’t sure anymore if he should. They expected him to be perfect. The ideal host, faultless in all aspects of life, they just wanted him to be that. Finally, he made his decision, and maybe he would regret it. He opened the door, his full, semi-spiky black-blue hair soaked and sticking against his fairly pale face. Pale hazel-yellow eyes looked around, almost scrutinizing. “There you are, Isaac,†one of ladies mentioned, “Stop bumbling and help.†What another pitiful family gathering. *** “Why did you have to come?†Isaac mentioned angrily as he was going to take a dip in the cool water. Lizella smiled disarmingly as she leaned upon a frosty tree. “You’re going to get sick.†“Sick my ***,†he dove in the water and predictability let out a loud hiss and a shriek which caused the girl to laugh. His teeth chattered and he shot a indignant, sulky glare of defeat and waited for another minute of “I-told-you-so,†from Lizella but she, astoundingly, remained quiet. “What? No lecture?†He called from the lake, tying his hair back, and brushing the stands of iridescent silver blue-black away from his face. “You seem to despise your family,†Lizella spoke finally, “Have they wronged you?†The chestnut haired girl was curious to find Isaac’s answer. “They just piss me off.†“All families—†“You don’t understand. They blather on about me being perfect, genius…it gets tiresome after a while.†“Honestly, your family sounds like an overly expectant child, and you sound like a spoiled slacker.†“Shut up, Lizella and go **** around with your boyfriends and leave me the hell alone.†His voice, though extremely choleric and irritated, his expression remained vaguely deadpan. Lizella scowled, narrowing coal-blue eyes and frowned. “I hope you get what you deserve.†Don’t’ we all, don’t we all. *** Stray tendrils of smoke filled Isaac’s sleeping nostrils and the astringent smell of char filled the air. He darted from his sleep, his pale yellowish eyes now darting around in smoke engulfed darkness as he felt his way down the hallway and then down the meandering steps. What the hell is going on? He saw the curtains and drapes on fire and his attention quickly turned to the blue-white haired woman lying in the kitchen with her head pressed against the counter. “Nara,†he snarled, “Wake up.†Her gossamer gold-green eyes opened up lazily and she simply vomited. Intoxication, he thought. He saw that the conflagration was shooting up from the stove. He hastily tried to beat at the flames but with no avail. He turned off the stove/oven but in no way or form could deal with this blazing hot inferno. He glanced at the bottle of liquor on the ground and bit his lip in frustration. He grabbed Nara and tried to lead her out the burning house but the torn boarding of the abode started to fall upon the carpeted floor and the smog became unbearable and tight, as if it was wrapping around his windpipes. Perhaps, this is what Lizella meant. He tried to open the door but recoiled from the hot knob. Truly scalded, Isaac charged at the wooden door and found himself stumbling through fire illuminated darkness. He at long last reached the end of the corridor and outside into the cold, night, staring in angered horror as their whole house went up in a wildfire in which, nobody saw coming. *** “She was drunk, Lizella,†Isaac explained as he wrapped his burned hands. “Damn her.†“She was probably stressed.†“I don’t ****ing care. I wouldn’t drink a bottle of brandy and then try to operate a stove.†“You don’t know what you would do.†Isaac dipped his hand in refreshing ice water, winced and tensed at the stinging sensation and then relaxed as his palms became delightfully numb. ****, he thought acrimoniously, glaring at the blisters upon his palms. He glanced at Lizella. “Who gave her that bottle of brandy? Everyone knows Nara has a drinking problem.†“Does it matter? It is her fault for losing control.†Losing control… It must run in the family “Everyone has something they can’t manage—and for Nara it was drinking. I wonder what it is for you?†“If I find out you are the one delivering bottles of alcohol to our house, I’m going to tear you limb from limb,†he scowled passionately, vehemently angry as he jabbed pointed nails upon Lizella’s dumbfounded and frightened expression. She shrunk back, her brown eyes narrowing with spite. “What’s your problem? You always retreat, you draw to yourself to write or muse and yet you are the most foul, back-biting and violent person I’d ever met!†Her jangling voice was utter annoyance to his slightly pointed ears; he put on a jacket and spat at Lizella whose brown eyes became varnished with burning tears. *** Howling at the moon, so typical Isaac laid upon the defrosting grass, his eyes closed and his mind lost in a sea of thoughts and imagery. Unexpected reveries flared up in his subconscious mind, each more lucid than the last. He wanted to run, and dive, and probably sink. Life was unbearable and meaningless and everything else, might as well be scattered hopelessly to the wind. Unempirical goals and desires were part of everyday life. Now with no home or dwelling with to resume his worthless, hollow life, he would die out here. No one with half a mind would take someone like him in. He was always so terse and incensed. No one understood why he was so angry. He was probably infuriated at the world and everything he saw within it: frustrated at the cold hearts of men and the licentiousness of any other species of creature out there. With a serene sigh, he continued meditating under the flickering stars of the Ravish Republic…wondering where in God’s name could there be meaning for him. “I’m sorry,†he finally set to Lizella who had been crying for the last three minutes. He wiped a tear from her eye. “I’m just…†“Frustrated, I know…but…you have to trust other people than yourself.†“You hate me, don’t you?†“Of course not,†Lizella lied between clenched teeth, “I don’t hate you, I just…feel like you can do better sometimes.†*** “Yes, this is the Ravish Republic delivery/postal service. I want to know the delivery for a bottle of brandy—who was it from?†“Here are the stamps, sir,†the poodle-human said, “Shift through them and see what you to know.†Isaac did exactly that, throwing cards and ineffective and useless junk aside until he reached the packaging. His eyes darkened with anger as he recognized the address. Lizella “Don’t you dare hang up on me,†Isaac scowled as he shouted over the phone, “You sent Nara the brandy. You know she does dangerous things when inebriated and you did it anyway.†“It’s her fault!†The phone screamed, albeit Lizella was doing the talking. “It was a gift.†Isaac had by now hung up, infuriated and ready to deliver retribution for Lizella’s transgression. *** Having faced with too many problems with family before, he swore vehemently when he pounded on Lizella’s door. The girl opened and was brusquely shoved out the way as Isaac glared petulantly at her while Lizella returned the death-glare with her impudent gaze of her own. “You got some nerve barging in my house like that,†Lizella shouted, “Just who do you think you are?†“You said you didn’t hate me. What a lie.†“I should ask you that question! You treat me like ****!†Isaac reacted in a mixture of shock and antagonism and he delivered a brutal blow to Lizella’s shoulder, pushing her down. “I do hate you. You stir aversion between me and my family, you spread lies, gossip and now, even though you didn’t cause it, inadvertently responsible for me losing my home.†“Don’t you hit me!†Lizella hissed. “I wouldn’t even touch you, you worthless whore.†She grabbed the nearest glass item and smashed it upon Isaac’s head, causing him to crumple and cough up blood. He growled, bending over in pain. Lizella grabbed a handful of black-blue and silver hair and tugged him ferociously. However, Isaac fought back and this time twisted Lizella’s arm and began to fracture it until was completely broken. She fell on the floor, whimpering and screaming, unable to fight back with a ruined limb. Isaac had taken the opportunity to beat her senseless as he gathered household items and began to thrust it upon her fallen frame. “Stop!†She scowled, holding up her good arm to block the crushing blow. She buckled, spitting blood out of her mouth. She realized that he may kill her if she didn’t get to a phone immediately. She scrambled, upon her knees, desperate to reach a phone. Isaac cracked his neck to the side, sauntering towards her as she began to dial a number. “Help!†She scowled, “He’s going to kill me—†Lizella began kicking but it was useless, worthless waste of energy in which there was no hope to return from. Black and blue all over, she jolted underneath a table and shook. Get control, he thought, trying to catch his breath and calm himself down, don’t continue, just…calm…down…I have to listen to my heart and it is saying this is wrong. I can’t keep abusing her this way. Calm…down… He could feel a bloodied tear roll down his eye before he blacked out. *** Isaac awoke, not looking foreword to deal with the ramifications of such brutal violence he displayed last night. Lizella was on the floor, sleeping. I’m so sorry…he thought, and with that, he couldn’t believe he had such a demonic temper. He splashed water upon her fallen form, himself, disconsolate for his inhumane actions. However, Lizella did not stir. Is she unconscious…? He slapped her gently against the face a few times. It is then he noticed she was not breathing. I guess I’m not perfect like my family thought. It was evident that she passed out and had stopped breathing due to hysterical trauma and all the physical sores, beating and pain she endured upon her small frame. She hemorrhaged and the blood had darkened, pooling underneath her stomach and becoming gelatinous and thick. He glared into the mirror and saw a diagonal scar radiating from near his eye down to the ridge of his nose. He left without another word. *** He was already out in the streets and it had been a wearisome night, even trying to find a place to sleep was thankless. When a deluge erupted from the heavens that is when it had worsened. He pulled his jacket closer to his form and continued walking down the serpentine path which led to nowhere or anywhere. He had fallen asleep in the alleyway, weak and tired from hunger and his dreams remained frightful and one-dimensional. His feverish face was cooled by the licking of a wet, stringy substance that flapped near his eyes and cheeks. His eyes flickered open and there he spotted a wolf-like beast. Wolf-like because its legs and limbs were too long and gangly of that of a wolf—though the beast appeared like a fox-on-stilts, except its fur was a mixture of silver and other earthy tones and whimsical blue. “Yeah, even the dogs come to me at my darkest hour,†he whispered. However, another wolf—timber it seemed had food within its mouth and had dropped it in front of him. Isaac glanced at it and began to eat. Thank God… The wolves sprinted away. That was unusual behavior, but it was better than starving to death. *** “Nara…?†Isaac mentioned, “I’m going to leave now. Maybe I can find a job…at…Twilight Town or anywhere…but I can’t stay here. I have a problem. Lizella is dead and it’s my fault. She said people get what they deserve, and if I deserve to be shot, killed or maimed…then…you know why.†Nara breathed in slowly, a respirator attached to her limp body. “I’m sorry.†Words…meaningless, empty, hollow…words People get what they deserve *** Twilight Town was indeed a beautiful place, almost entirely filled with friendly people whose lives revolved around routine. Everything was so predictable and orderly, like a strange utopia without any form of government: people remained beneficent and reliable despite the enforcement of rules or laws, like if goodness was forced into their hearts. Isaac did stand out from the rest, however. Looking for a job was excruciatingly difficult and almost impossible. His family connections were vast, many sisters, aunts, uncles, brothers, cousins…and few nieces and nephews spawning from unintentional incest. Either way, when listing their names, he had no idea they would ask: “family problems†as in, alcoholism, gambling addiction, anger problems or disorders. Three of his aunts suffered from dissocative identity disorder, while two of his cousins were simply just immoral. He had only two brothers, and one committed suicide. All his sisters, which in total were also two, suffered from schizophrenia, one other cousin was an alcoholic and his nieces and nephews had obsessive compulsive disorders, fringing on the border to psychosis He wrote, “Insanity†upon the application. And if the outcome wasn’t obvious enough, the interviewer asked if he had “inherited†any of these undesirable traits. Well, he was supposed to be “perfect,†as his family thought, but now recently he discovered for himself he had an anger problem and would go “berserk,†under extreme stress or tension. Intelligent he was, the interview pointed that out, but when revealed he was crazy (in their words of course, he had anger issues), he was immediately rejected. There was no room for the clinically insane in their workplace. Perfect or perfection, whatever it was, he was once was, his tumultuous life was now catching up to him upon another employment application. “Have you ever committed a crime?†Does manslaughter count as a crime? He tore up the paper. It was hopeless…utterly hopeless. *** Wandering the night he had met a man who was suffering a similar fate—cast out of his own home and labeled a “freak,†by his whole family. He quickly had bonded with Isaac, calling him Ias as a nickname. Maybe both of them could find a job together, work together and even live together as roommates. Tough times had called for desperate measures. “Why do people cry?†He asked. Ias simply shrugged. “It is a natural human emotion. Everyone cries…†But of course, nothing was ever enough. Darkness had soon taken a shape and descended upon Isaac, flooding his heart and pulling emotion right out of him. He heard his voice in the distance, shouting, swearing and spewing profanities, even crying. But it wasn’t him. There was a frosty touch, similar to death, but…not physical death…but if he had died inside when the heartless ripped out his heart and every bit of human sentiment and memory with it. It was like falling into a bottomless pit, or an endless hole and hearing’s one voice reverberate forever. Drowning in what seemed like tangible darkness, twisting frantically in roaring torrent of imaginary water, he found himself looking at himself, unfettered but dissipating into nothingness. His vision grew dark, his heart stop beating and his skin became cold. No, he wasn’t dead. He could still breathe, touch and he was sensible. But…what was he now? Perhaps, Lizella was right, and she finally got her retribution. People got what they deserve.
Since, I really don't feel like doing this over, the thread I had...died. It died faster than my bird (very bad j/k). Anyway, there is a link to my work. But before you read it, and give feeback, know this. Only constructive critisim. No flames, no pretentious ****. And absolutely no crap on contiunity and OCs. You, may, however, smack the **** out of me for OOCness. It's an AU story. depicting lives of the Organization if Sora had died and the Org had children (OMFG). And they had children with a variety of crosscultural weirdos (the OCs, which belong to my friends). Oh yeah, crossovers. Since KH is a huge crossover crap anyway, there's going to be characters from FFVII Advent Children (it follows the AC story line), FFVIII, references to FFXII, FFIX and Final Fantasy Cyrstal Chronicles, as well as Star Ocean and a bunch of Disney stuff. And probably King of Fighters Max. Impact if you look hard enough. >< *Cough* Fairlyodd Parents *Cough, cough* Part One (The Dream): http://freewebs.com/orgxiiinexgen ^A whole bunch of prologues Part Two (The Known) http://freewebs.com/orgxiiinexgenii ^The TURK SAGA (as my friend calls it) Part Three (The Seen) http://freewebs.com/shadowevening ^Other evilness. Post your replies here.
KH Dynasty: Organization XIII: Next Generation Here's the link: http://freewebs.com/orgxiiinexgen I guess I must say, this is my first feature length fanfiction (which I WISHED FF can get published but it Can't T_T). Either way, it's WIP (Work In Progress) which means it will be edited and revised. ORGXII: Next Gen well is, let me get straight to the point: loaded up with OCs. So...if you hate OCs, don't read it, because you'll go insane. In fact, there's a character list. There are also other crossovers with Square Enix Games: Final Fantasy VII, Final Fantasy XII, Star Ocean and Disney (Notre Dame, yeah, yeah). There are also refreneces to Maxium Impact and other games. Also refreneces to religion, race and economics. Now. This how this story all began. My cousin came up with this wacky as hell idea about what if the Organization never got destroyed and Sora did instead. That inspired this fiction. She also mentioned what if a whole bunch of people from different backgrounds and different abilties had come to co-exist with them (like a culture shock thing). And then she went on and said one word: "KIDS." The story has many themes such as, childbirth, cross-culture relationships, past lives, the human and Nobody condition, darkness and nothingness, character death, enigmas, progression and more. There are many pop culture refreneces. If you can find them all, you get a cookie! Winter Freeze (yes, that is my cousin's REAL NAME), is a real trip. So...I did. That's why the prologue is so bloody long. There's 11 parts. Only five have been posted. Chapter One began on page 200 (XD) I suggest reading the character list if you don't want to get confused. Also, this is an AU story. Don't worry, I'll TRY MY HARDEST to keep them IC. But, there may be a few OOC moments for the sake of plot development. And if there are any typos or grammatical errors, PLEASE INFORM ME. . Oh, and if you see a whole bunch of ? marks show up, ignore that. Also. I like feedback. So post your replies here on the comment/reply section on my site. Please keep your feedback practical. Don't flame. Don't be pretenious and insultive. And don't say you hate the story because of the OCs, (you will be keelhauled for that). I like constructive crictism. I also don't give a flying s*** about contiunity. So any mention of that will be ignored. There are also videos up there: theme songs. If anyone here likes rock music, then you'd like it. I rather not put this on fanfiction.net, because there hoards of pretenious gits up there that cannot seem to do much when it comes to reviewing or helping. Every post I make is going to be an update, or some crazy idea that came to me in my sleep about my story. So...enjoy it. And if any questions and or confusions, please post and ask me, or PM me. If there is a PM system here (I'm new *waits to get gunned down*) Edit: I may just post it on here because I'm not getting any hits/reviews >_< XD Three new updates (sorry for the double post). Since people are a bit too lazy to click the link (either that or my writing just sucks, that's why there is just a few hits and no reviews). Oh, and, if any characters does seem too OOC, (and I don't mean a little bit for plot development or the meshing of character personalities), then tell me. I think I'm going to post some stuff here. Maybe the summary. I'm afraid to post the Introduction (>< *bricked*). And you can read the character list on the site. So...Maybe I should straight to first part of the prologue. Look for the edit in this post. Once again: http://freewebs.com/orgxiiinexgen P.S: I can't draw. If anyone is a good artist, I hope they don't mind being my illustrator.
Oh hello. Well, as my name say I'm new here. XD Well, let me be short and blunt. This is an interesting site. I did join many forums when I was younger and I'm always looking for a new "internet," family to be with. I'm female I'm Christian *shot and bricked* XD And I'm an avid writer (original and fanfiction work). And I'm American, so I didn't get Final Mix nor Birth by Sleep yet. XD So...I'm kinda nervous so...hi *runs off to a corner* Joking. Anybody who knows me in other forums will probably know me here. I'm 15 going on 16 and I'm mixed (mostly black though).
