Zexion chuckled. "I used to think that, too, when I first joined the Organization. But after a while, I got used to it." he looked up at the ceiling and gave a half-smile. "Oh, by the way, Saix didn't tell me your name... What is it? Besides XV."
"I'm... Xelia." I murmured, my lip quivering.
"Xelia... that's cool." Zexion commented, saying my name as if he was trying it on for size.
"Anyway, what's this mission crap that we have to do today?" I asked, looking up at him brightly.
"We have to go to Twilight Town. Damn, I gotta teach you to use your weapon, don't I? Shit." Zexion spat.
"I have a weapon?!" I questioned, pride swelling inside of me.
"Yup. Dunno what it is, but it's something." he shurged, nudging my shoulder so I would keep walking.
Zexion and I entered the grey room briskly. I took in all the people dressed like me, sitting on couches. All of them appeared to be male, except for a short girl with black hair and a woman with sleak blonde hair that almost looked like... antenae? Strange hair choice, but it's not my place to tell her otherwise. I ignored the people in the room, who stared after us expectantly.
"So, Saix, I got XV. Now, can we go?" Zexion asked a blue-haired man impatiently. The man had a red "X" between his eyes.
"You may." the man, Saix, said, summoning a portal with a flick of his wrist. He nodded curtly.
Zexion stepped towards the portal, and beckoned for me to come with him. I timidly inched foward to the swirling portal. The pattern was almost making me sick. Eyes shut tight, I walked into the vortex.
As quickly as I stepped into the portal, I was out. I looked down at my gloved hands, looked at my boots, and touched my pallid face. I was still in one piece.
"Whoa, awesome!" I exclaimed like a little girl.
"Uh-huh, sure..." Zexion said, brushing off himself with a tiny smile on his face. "Anywho, did you see how Saix summonded that portal?"
I bobbed my head, searching his face.
"That's how you summon your weapon. Want to try? All you gotta do is, uh, invison a weapon in your mind, and all of your favorite things, then turn your wrist. Your weapon should then appear in your grasp."
"See?" he mumbled as a book with symbols etched into the cover apprarated into his hand.
"You fight with a book? How the hell do you manage to do that?!" I giggled.
"Shut up before I make you see things no one should ever see." Zexion threatened.
"Alright, alright." I muttered, the smile fading from my face. "I guess I'll try to summon my stupid weapon..."
I flicked my wrist, concentrating hard on things the I liked to go along with something to fight with. A burst of light came from the palm of my hand.
"Holy shit..." I gasped, dropping the magnificent instrument that had I had conjured. It was a dark wood sythe that curved into a curl at the bottom. The long blade was silver, with images of birds in flight, tall trees, and butterflies fighting their way out of their coccons vainly carved into the metal. Green, lush vines hung off of the sythe. The weapon was beautiful.
"Don't fucking drop it!" Zexion barked, picking up the sythe and handing it back to me. I held it, not believing a weapon so awesome could be in my possession.
"Well, you certaintly don't see this everyday." I remarked, examining the sharp blade.
"Yeah... Most humans don't see us Nobodies running around everyday, either." Zexion said.
"Nobody? How am I a nobody, you ass!" I yelled in Zexion's face.
"No, no, we're just called Nobodies 'cause we don't have hearts." he sighed. "To get our hearts back, we have to collect Kingdom Hearts."
"What the hell is Kingdom Hearts?" I asked, feeling embarassed about yelling at Zexion.
"There are these monsters that steal hearts, and we have to defeat all of them to get our hearts back; to form Kingdom Hearts."
"Oh..."
"Yup."
Silence hung in the air. Which was weird, because we were in a city. There should have been people milling about, but there wasn't. But that was okay, because we ran into some monsters and Zexion showed me how to fight them. As we fought, he seemed to lighten up a little. If Zexion was an ice cube, he would have been nothing but a puddle by the end of the mission. I actually saw him laugh by right before we went back to to the castle.
As we entered the castle, Zexion told me that I had done a good job fighting the monsters, which were callled Heartlessess. I blushed like mad and thanked him. He smiled and headed back to his room. I walked to my own bedroom, feeling like I was walking on air.
Is it possible to have a crush on someone if you don't have a heart?
Monday, October 25, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Day 2 part one
When I opened my eyes in the morning, I quickly shut them again. I knew that those people out there were trying to convince me that my heart was gone. Gone? It can't be.
Just a few more minutes, I thought. I don't want to face those idiots right now.
"Hey, kid, get up." A voice called out. I felt a hand reach out and shake me.
"I'm not a kid!" I muttered into my pillow.
"Okay, whatever." The voice said. I could now identify that the voice was male, but not one that I reconized.
Suddenly, visions started to trickle into my mind. They were scary. The visions showed people suffering, screaming, bleeding, and dying. It was horrid. Actually, it was the worst thing I had ever seen.
I realized after a few minutes that I was clutching my head and crying out, begging for the images to stop.
"PLEASE! STOP! ARGH-" I screamed as the visions cut off abrubtly.
I shot up and stared at the person before me. He was tall and lean, looking only a few years older than myself. His eyes were shockingly sapphire blue in color. His hair was silver-blue, and covered the right side of his face. He also happened to be quite muscular. Despite his good looks, I still mustered the courage to yell at him.
"Did you do that? What the fuck was that for?! And I'm not a kid, I am sixteen damn years old!" I snapped.
He put up his hands in defense. "Yeah, I did that. I've got the power over illusions, you know? You looked like a kid when you were laying down, anyway. I couldn't see your face." the boy said calmly.
I opened my mouth to speak, but I could not find the right words to say.
"Whatever." he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You've got your first mission with me today. Dunno why the hell Saix or Axel couldn't have taken you, but I got nothing else to do. So, here I am." he said, gesturing to himself, a smile playing on his thin lips. "By the way, I'm Zexion."
As Zexion and I made our way towards the grey room, his hand brushed against mine breifly. My face grew hot, but I couldn't keep the smile off my face. When he touched me this time, I saw good things instead of bad. A beautiful meadow, a babbling stream, a mother cuddling her newborn baby. These images made me feel warm and happy inside. I inhaled deeply, taking in the bliss. I saw Zexion smirk out of the corner of my eye.
Zexion kept walking, but something moving caught my eye. I whipped, around to face the moving thing, but I realized that it was only the two of us. I stared into a large mirror in what appeared to be a bathroom. As I studied my own face, my eyes grew wide. My lavender eyes.
My arm shot out automatcially and grabbed Zexion's.
"Zexion, my eyes are purple." I breathed, not believing what I was seeing.
"Yes, I can see that." Zexion replied, staring at me with a perplexed expression.
"They are- Well, were, brown." I stated, gripping his arm tighter. I touched my eyes to see if I was wearing contacts or something.
"Oh, Saix did say that sometimes our appearences becomes what we wanted them to be back in our old lives."
"Old... lives?" I wondered aloud.
"Yeah... Don't you remeber yours?"
I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to remember a past life. Images of a happy, carefree, ginger-haired girl with mud brown eyes filled my brain. The girl was often seen with various people who were also laughing and smiling. They looked about high-school age.
My eyes flung open. Those were my memories. I was the joyful girl with the red hair and brown eyes. That was my life. I was the one who had it made in the shade; with her whole life ahead of her. She had no worries. But the new me did. The new me also had purple eyes and stupid bastards chasing after her, demanding that she do their work. The nerve of those assholes!
"Yes, I remember my old life. It was good. Probably better than this shit that's going on here." I almost yelled.
Just a few more minutes, I thought. I don't want to face those idiots right now.
"Hey, kid, get up." A voice called out. I felt a hand reach out and shake me.
"I'm not a kid!" I muttered into my pillow.
"Okay, whatever." The voice said. I could now identify that the voice was male, but not one that I reconized.
Suddenly, visions started to trickle into my mind. They were scary. The visions showed people suffering, screaming, bleeding, and dying. It was horrid. Actually, it was the worst thing I had ever seen.
I realized after a few minutes that I was clutching my head and crying out, begging for the images to stop.
"PLEASE! STOP! ARGH-" I screamed as the visions cut off abrubtly.
I shot up and stared at the person before me. He was tall and lean, looking only a few years older than myself. His eyes were shockingly sapphire blue in color. His hair was silver-blue, and covered the right side of his face. He also happened to be quite muscular. Despite his good looks, I still mustered the courage to yell at him.
"Did you do that? What the fuck was that for?! And I'm not a kid, I am sixteen damn years old!" I snapped.
He put up his hands in defense. "Yeah, I did that. I've got the power over illusions, you know? You looked like a kid when you were laying down, anyway. I couldn't see your face." the boy said calmly.
I opened my mouth to speak, but I could not find the right words to say.
"Whatever." he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You've got your first mission with me today. Dunno why the hell Saix or Axel couldn't have taken you, but I got nothing else to do. So, here I am." he said, gesturing to himself, a smile playing on his thin lips. "By the way, I'm Zexion."
As Zexion and I made our way towards the grey room, his hand brushed against mine breifly. My face grew hot, but I couldn't keep the smile off my face. When he touched me this time, I saw good things instead of bad. A beautiful meadow, a babbling stream, a mother cuddling her newborn baby. These images made me feel warm and happy inside. I inhaled deeply, taking in the bliss. I saw Zexion smirk out of the corner of my eye.
Zexion kept walking, but something moving caught my eye. I whipped, around to face the moving thing, but I realized that it was only the two of us. I stared into a large mirror in what appeared to be a bathroom. As I studied my own face, my eyes grew wide. My lavender eyes.
My arm shot out automatcially and grabbed Zexion's.
"Zexion, my eyes are purple." I breathed, not believing what I was seeing.
"Yes, I can see that." Zexion replied, staring at me with a perplexed expression.
"They are- Well, were, brown." I stated, gripping his arm tighter. I touched my eyes to see if I was wearing contacts or something.
"Oh, Saix did say that sometimes our appearences becomes what we wanted them to be back in our old lives."
"Old... lives?" I wondered aloud.
"Yeah... Don't you remeber yours?"
I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to remember a past life. Images of a happy, carefree, ginger-haired girl with mud brown eyes filled my brain. The girl was often seen with various people who were also laughing and smiling. They looked about high-school age.
My eyes flung open. Those were my memories. I was the joyful girl with the red hair and brown eyes. That was my life. I was the one who had it made in the shade; with her whole life ahead of her. She had no worries. But the new me did. The new me also had purple eyes and stupid bastards chasing after her, demanding that she do their work. The nerve of those assholes!
"Yes, I remember my old life. It was good. Probably better than this shit that's going on here." I almost yelled.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Day 1
Today I entered Organization XIII (13). They told me my that my name was Xelia. I am number XV. The man that told me this is called Xemnas, or superior. He's number I. His hair is a dull shade of gray, but he does not look old in the face. I tried not to speak. I was pretty much afraid of my own voice. When he explained that I was to be put on a mission in a few days, I squeaked a "thank you" and left. My bedroom was the third door down in the hallway, I was told. I accidently opened the second door, recieving a right shock at what was inside the door.
Two men, wearing robes similar to mine, were cuddling and kissing each other. One of them had pink hair, and the other had blonde hair. My eyes grew wide as I witnessed the scene. The men snapped their heads toward me and started to get up off of the white bedspread. They were angry, I could tell. My mind told me to run, and so I did. As I ran out of the room, I heard the clatter of metal and I suddenly felt very cold. I was almost freezing, even though I was content just moments ago. It felt very odd.
I flung open the third door and collapsed on the bed, panting heavily.
"Oh gosh! Oh my gosh!" I breathed, slithering under the covers in attempt to hide myself.
The men didn't come and find me, but I heard them in the next room. After a couple minutes of hiding, I imerged from under the sheets. That's when I realized that I was missing something. My heart should have been beating, but it was not.
"W-what the hell?!" I exclaimed, grasping my chest tightly. Something was wrong with me. Maybe Superior could help me.
"Xemnas!" I called, bursting into the gray room.
"What is it, number XV?" He sighed.
"My heart isn't beating!" I yelled furiously.
The other people who dressed in the same black cloaks as I threw their heads back and laughed.
"WE DON'T HAVE HEARTS!" they chuckled.
An expression of confusion planted itself firmly across my face.
"I-I don't understand." I stuttered nervously.
Xemans laid a hand on my shoulder. "That is the reason we're here. To regain our hearts. You are here with us because you have one thing in common with all us, darling. We don't have hearts." he said calmly.
Xemnas turned his tall body towards me a little more, and grabbed my chin so I would look at him straight in the eye. I fought to look away, but I couldn't. Xemnas's eyes were a yellow-orange, which was strange. I didn't know that people could have eyes of such a color. I stopped thinking about his eyes for a moment and narrowed my eyes in a glare. An unease was spreading about me, making me feel like their was absolutely nothing inside of me, no brain, no blood, no structure. It was a curious sensation.
He removed his hand from my chin, jerking his hand away so that my head snapped to the side. I rubbed my face where he had touched me, feeling spreading back into my body slowly.
"But more about that tomorrow. Get some rest, XV." Xemnas stated sharply, his words cold and acidic.
Atleast that bastard let go of me, I thought as Xemnas shuffled away. And why the hell did he call me "darling"? I am most certainly not his "darling".
"Ugh..." I muttered as my heavy feet caried me back to the third door in the hallway. I would have cried, but I didn't, because I found that I could not cry. Luckily, sleep took me into her welcoming arms and gave me a dreamless night.
Two men, wearing robes similar to mine, were cuddling and kissing each other. One of them had pink hair, and the other had blonde hair. My eyes grew wide as I witnessed the scene. The men snapped their heads toward me and started to get up off of the white bedspread. They were angry, I could tell. My mind told me to run, and so I did. As I ran out of the room, I heard the clatter of metal and I suddenly felt very cold. I was almost freezing, even though I was content just moments ago. It felt very odd.
I flung open the third door and collapsed on the bed, panting heavily.
"Oh gosh! Oh my gosh!" I breathed, slithering under the covers in attempt to hide myself.
The men didn't come and find me, but I heard them in the next room. After a couple minutes of hiding, I imerged from under the sheets. That's when I realized that I was missing something. My heart should have been beating, but it was not.
"W-what the hell?!" I exclaimed, grasping my chest tightly. Something was wrong with me. Maybe Superior could help me.
"Xemnas!" I called, bursting into the gray room.
"What is it, number XV?" He sighed.
"My heart isn't beating!" I yelled furiously.
The other people who dressed in the same black cloaks as I threw their heads back and laughed.
"WE DON'T HAVE HEARTS!" they chuckled.
An expression of confusion planted itself firmly across my face.
"I-I don't understand." I stuttered nervously.
Xemans laid a hand on my shoulder. "That is the reason we're here. To regain our hearts. You are here with us because you have one thing in common with all us, darling. We don't have hearts." he said calmly.
Xemnas turned his tall body towards me a little more, and grabbed my chin so I would look at him straight in the eye. I fought to look away, but I couldn't. Xemnas's eyes were a yellow-orange, which was strange. I didn't know that people could have eyes of such a color. I stopped thinking about his eyes for a moment and narrowed my eyes in a glare. An unease was spreading about me, making me feel like their was absolutely nothing inside of me, no brain, no blood, no structure. It was a curious sensation.
He removed his hand from my chin, jerking his hand away so that my head snapped to the side. I rubbed my face where he had touched me, feeling spreading back into my body slowly.
"But more about that tomorrow. Get some rest, XV." Xemnas stated sharply, his words cold and acidic.
Atleast that bastard let go of me, I thought as Xemnas shuffled away. And why the hell did he call me "darling"? I am most certainly not his "darling".
"Ugh..." I muttered as my heavy feet caried me back to the third door in the hallway. I would have cried, but I didn't, because I found that I could not cry. Luckily, sleep took me into her welcoming arms and gave me a dreamless night.
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