.::.Build Your Cages.::.

Yes....yes she did....:D

BIC- Her firewall happened to be off target and was beside the wall on the other side of the hallway. Gargh..... She extinguished it and then focused her attention on Roxas summoning one sword first. She knew she was now in enemy territory and was technically trespassing. Though, Xengla justified this by telling herself that they technically trespassed first. From what she could see beyond Roxas, all there was, was just white. White walls, white lights, white tiles. Well...it's actually kind of a light lavendar...but if this is it throughout.....huh...well....granted it IS a little fancy and decorative.

 

OoC://God, I never went to the dentist. xD They're was a snow storm and they had to close down the highway because of the ice xD Instead I went across the street and got highlights and it was awesome lol

Now, I have a writer's block >.>

BiC://

Xigbar quickly followed behind Roxas, Gun Arrows drawn ready to fight but all this girl seemed to be doing is...running. 'She'll just tire herself out.' Xigbar thought and stopped suddenly once they came back to the castle, "Roxas!" Xigbar called out and continued on and then halted next to Roxas, "Just leave him. She'll just tire herself out trying to save him even though he'd probably sell her out for his own life. Just leave him. I wouldn't want to stress Xioimara out anymore, as is, if she found out he was here now-we'd probably all be dead. I don't think you've seen her when she is pissed off." Xigbar said to Roxas, "I don't know where she is trying to go with this but we shouldn't follow anymore, I'm getting weary of a trap." He said to Roxas and his gun arrows disappeared from his hands. Xigbar could see Xengla, she seemed anxious and nervous, she knew that she was in enemy territory and now Roxas and Xigbar did have the right to attack. 'Damn'it, he's all ready awake again.' Xigbar thought and could see Ravix starting to recover and could also hear him start to panic.

Ravix felt his world start to soon come back. He could see someone next to him-'What in the hell happened?' He wondered and felt sharp pain go through his face, Ravix felt everything come back-Xioimara, beating her when she was helpful, Xigbar-getting pulled around and his world go black and now the colour was coming back. Ravix blinked and started to sit up, everything was white, fancy, he didn't know where he was but it seemed familiar from earlier today. "Where...? Are we...?" He asked slowly, holding his face, the hit he took from Xigbar he really hadn't expected to be so hard. Ravix opened his eyes wider realizing that he was behind enemy lines. "Where are we?!" Ravix suddenly yelled, sitting up, he felt the pain in his face worsen but it slowly faded as he attempted to relax but couldn't get passed the point that if Xioimara was up or at least out of her state of shock she would be willing to make him pay for what he did. As far as things go, he was sure she wouldn't let go of what he did till either he or she were dead.

Xioimara went quiet and seemed to perk up, she felt the majority of her pain disappear, "He's here." She said under her breath to Vexen, a sly smile on her face but it quickly faded when she remembered she wasn't aloud to fight anymore. "I'll just harass him a little." Xioimara mentioned mostly talking to herself rather than Vexen, "It'll be fun." She added and started to walk forward with a limp to her walk, "Then I'm going to take a shower, these clothes are really starting to aggravate me." She said, sarcasm making up her voice though she did mean it. "Or maybe I'll just skip the whole taunting idea and just save the idea of it till him and I come face-to-face and then the real fake emotion will start." Xioimara said as she walked away, trying to keep her weight off her right leg, it still hurt a lot but Xioimara was positive that it would go away after a shower.

"What's happening with the others? Besides Marly turning out to be that badass female in us all?" Xioimara asked Vexen and stopped walking and looked over her shoulder, not too sure why she much gave a damn of trying to make eye-contact with someone she couldn't see, and, she was pretty sure, would never see.

"Also looking behind the fact that there's, what? About two or three intruders in the castle, Xigbar and Roxas will probably take care of them as far as I know. Unlike Marly, they aren't double-crossing pricks. Anyways, something is wrong. We can't afford to loose anybody at this time, except Mar or whoever else is a double-crosser-all I know is that we'll be screwed if we loose anybody-not that we couldn't take on those faux morons, they have no idea what their doing, the only security they had to keep me in that castle was gravity and a cage-which, well, let's face it, was easy to get out of just by using my teeth-oh, and the coward that messed me up beyond recognition, half an hour before I blindly charged out and almost, just almost killed him, how lucky he is to have that arm, he was in false fear of coming near me after he realized I got out of the bloody cage and had the upper hand. Before that, Toxyn was talking about something like breaking me, and stuff about me not paying attention, I don't know, I kind of zoned out-he got my attention by trying to make me bow and damn how that hurt my back, over all, they fail to make a stubborn fourteen-year-old bow to them, I mean, honestly, how hard is that?"


OoC://Not sure if I got everything right, I was kinda rushing, my brother and I just got an Xbox 360 and he was able to get Call of Duty at employee discount from his friend-it's awesome.

 

{OOC: Is Xengla in The World That Never Was or Castle Oblivion? The other castle has more neutral colors unlike the inside of CO which is all completely white. It makes me think of what colors are of Nameless castle?]

Axel was appalled that he had to leave the room, but knew that he must'nt argue with Xenmas even if he wanted to try to correct himself or his intentions as soon as he found out about Marluxia's point of view on the situation was or his own intentions. He could tell that the pink haired man was probably irritated that there were too many people in his room so he couldn't blame him for wanting some privacy. Axel wouldn't be too happy either if someone was in his room so he could understand his drift. The fire wielder knew that Marluxia was at fault for he was the one who had insulted him first. Eying the Graceful Assassin suspiciously he wanted to say one more thing before of his departion.

"Wheter you like it or not we are partners. That means trust. If you don't try it then you are just creating more suspicions upon yourself and you won't be able to justify yourself anymore. I would have helped you out with the situation concerning Toxyn, but it was a bit akward of what I saw. You did not need to have our boss waste his valuable time and get him involved in this and that is why I stepped into your room to assist you if needed. You misunderstood the situation and thought I was aiming to annoy you. That was not the case and your hatred for me has blinded your judgement."
Axel knew that he was probably risking this, by telling his side again, but he felt he needed to justify himself once again so that maybe next time Marluxia wouldn't jump to this sort of unnecessary resort again.


As he was making his way toward the door he caught a glinch and eyed Larxene cuddled in Marluxia's bed as if the little she devil was an angel and completely innocent. It was almost a hint of adorability and in his mind it also represented deceit, seduction and intimately. Brushing it aside of not wanting to even visualize the concept of that happening especially in the presence of others, he found his eyes traveling upon her form by accident as if almost visualizing something. However, his watchful eyes soon turned to digust by observing how content and warm she appeared to be that it had recaptured him with her vulgar remark he had sent a burning situation through her, but the red head may have accidently given her the strength to warm her body from the wetness and coldness of her body. Either his right side or left side of his brain may have comprehended this and chose to do the right thing to help her rather than feel revengeful and resentment. He said nothing to her, but only glared at her a blaze forming in his eyes, which was only directed to her and only her. He did not even see it as an act of kindness or intentionally had helped her on purpose. Whatever the reason his mind or actions were he had aided her and was surpised that she wasn't angry with him for that. Maybe it was some kind of sympathy or feeling he had towards her, but he doubted that was the case especially after hearing Demyx's confession when he was walking towards the portal.

"Demyx, I don't want to see you get hurt, and the feeling is mutual of how I see you the same and am glad that I had the opportunity to guide you and be your friend. Don't worry I will find out what everyone's intentions are, but please don't do anything to get the boss more upset. I wouldn't want you to leave this organization. Whether you chose to believe it or not you are not the worst nobody and I would miss you if left. If you see Roxas again tell him to be careful with his path." Axel had replied trying to be truthful to Demyx the best he could without having to face certain punishment as he knew that their superior would punish them for being interrupted by his business with not to show too much emotion.


Axel then turned away giving one last step forward and slammed the door of Marluxia's room really hard knocking off the door handles and a few decorations off the wall. The red head was pissed that he had to leave and thought he had the right to stay and leave when he thought it was good for him. The red head disappeared out one corridor of the hallway towards his cooridor where his own room was located. Upon entering his room he flopped on his bed and sighed staying on his left side as if pondering what to do now. He wasn't in anyone's presence and almost forgotten about the inflammation from his ribs by the enemy water wielder's monsters stranggling and now it was starting to effect him. He continued to ignore it and was glad that the other fire wielder had given him her strength for him to restore his fire. He wondered what she was doing in the meantime and his thoughts also drifted towards Demyx's existance and Roxas. He was touched by Demyx's words, but chose not to say anything else to him becasue of the presence of Xenmas and knew that it would make him feel weak and he may be judged for that.

 

OOC: I'm guessing Xengla is in The World That Never Was [especially as that was the place Roxas was portalling Ravix into]. If not, we'll compensate :P. And I'm glad that dentist appointment was amiss, Hell :P. I detest them. Rather, I'm afraid they'll find something wrong with my teeth and have to mess with it with pointy objects and painful pulls O.O.

My first try at making actual waffles in a waffle iron [finally, after 10 years or so, we decided to buy it after I obtained my waffle lovin'. Well...not "buy" it, a friend gave it to us. If we did buy it, I would be about in my 30s. Or dead] and not just eat Eggo my Eggos. EPIC PHAIL. Stupid overflowing -_-. Not to mention that I didn't put a lot of non-stick cooking spray...

Away from my lack of culinary skills -

*cracks knuckles*


"Come on, Xigbar. The least he could do is apologize to Xioimara. You already punched him and I never got to do anything. Besides, I think she'll be happy..." Roxas halfway complained, not wanting to appear disrespectful to his elder, but it was hard as of recently. Truthfully, he just wanted to get at Ravix, and he would heal him just to have a chance to go at him full blown. He'll make sure this way he'll never mess with Xioi again as long as he was here. In the end, though, he just sighed in defeat, watching him wake up with a harsh glare instead, dislike as obvious as the very sun. He wanted him to remain, but he couldn't also disobey, and he was beginning to fidget in impatience, if not, disappointment. At least he did got him through to their own castle, and all that was left was just to get him to his friend. The picture of the injured female could not get out of his head, and how would anyone allow this guy to go free, was a mystery. If he had to, he would go to Xemnas to deal with him, even. He was positive the Superior wouldn't mind putting him in a cell, despite the fact that he was weary of their leader in reality. He glanced up again to Xigbar, big, cerulean eyes blinking at him in a sort of plead. "I'm sure Master Xemnas will like him, imagine if we captured all of the Nameless Organization? And I'm positive Xioi will be glad to see him in more ways than one...are we really going to let him go, just like that?"

Of course, that was before he heard the summoning of a weapon, and his attempts at convincing were distracted for the moment. His brows furrowed together as he eyed the girl now, posed to fight with a sword in hand. Roxas was silent for awhile, studying her, before he stated simply in a calm manner, stare softening in contrast to his Kingdom Key rising up to take his own stance, "If you really want to battle, go ahead. I suggest you should keep in mind your home is being tumbled down as we speak, and that should concern you more. You seem to be my age, too, and from the way you're acting...I know this is the last thing you want to do. I know you think is protecting your comrade, and it will be questionable if you let him go, and I would do the same in your place. But all I want is for him-" He pointed at the member sitting on the ground, the Keyblade close to his head as if it was going to strike. "-to face the girl he just almost mutilated...at least, if she doesn't do anything out of...bounds."

He paused, not exactly sounding like Ravix will be fine by the end, so he added with a small, halfhearted smile, hoping it will sooth her, "Yet, I can safely say she'll be nothing like Larxene, the only other girl in our Organization, in her bad days. And trust me, he'll come in one piece compared to that explosion."




Xemnas gazed blankly as he left everyone when he stepped inside the portal behind the ninth member, not almost believing what he was hearing coming out of Demyx's mouth. Including what Axel responded with before they have both left, however, it was not as questionable once a look at the words were taken. He did not mind when they began talking to one another, as he had finished with the business he had to accomplish in hearing and inquiring the rest of what occurred without having someone disagreed and make it harder to comprehend, and it was the water wielder's farewell. He did not think it would reveal that the delusion had gotten this far, despite the fact that some really did not grasp that they cannot have emotions. The young member beside him was losing that focus in its entirety, and he found it foolish. Completely foolish. Pretending and speaking as if they had feelings. He knew with Demyx, it will never be something he understood, no matter how many times he explained it. He had basically confessed that he likes Larxene, and in the state of the situation, that was impossible, and unreasonable. Absurd. And to admit to such things in his presence as if they were real. Such matters to attend to, and this was all happening with his members at the same time when they have to deal with a faux Organization. He will need to have a hardened talk with Demyx, and as they materialized from the dark corridors that surrounded them, they walked in a complete white room, no doors or any way out present. He had thought that Where Nothing Gathers was not a good destination to deal with this, and his room would not be acquired by anyone. This...was a full different setting.

He had motioned Demyx to stand in front of him on the pale floor, his face passive and a picture of stone as he leered at the dirty blond, amber eyes distant as the atmosphere was noiseless. Nothing was spoken out for a amount of time, the pressure tensing, and when Xemnas did open his mouth to deliver the words, all he proclaimed in a merciless tone, "Explain yourself. And explain yourself well."

It was after his reasons where he would announce the verdict as he waited, pondering over on what he would say, yet he could guess it with the events leading to his departure. He needed to see what intentions he was having, and whether it was just a misunderstanding.

Larxene blinked quietly, not having moved from her personal cuddle even when after both Axel and Demyx left, along with Xemnas. Truthfully, she did not know how to react to this unfathomed information that was now unmasked to her, let alone what she was suppose to do. And this is where she found herself now. Still. Her mind reeling and churning with all the thoughts and contemplations, and she shook her head, the first sign of life that she had given when she and Marluxia were alone in the room. Where to even begin? On the fact that Demyx of all people, had confessed he liked her, and would have wanted it to build up to something more if they would have been friends? It was not something you heard every day, as a Nobody especially, and more so with the fact that her and Demyx weren't even close for him to express such a thing. And she would think that with their previous interactions, and clashes, the last idea in his brain was the fact that he...what was it, crushing on her? It was hard to believe, and take in, and she, again, did not know what to make of it. It had startled her for a moment, before it was overtaken by questions and doubts. He had insulted her, or both have, but anyone knew it was obvious on her part with her mouth, they hit and fought, and she almost killed him back at Where Nothing Gathers when she lost control. And she was liked? Was Demyx's mental health in reverse? How could anyone ever like her, at least, for her personality and attitude? It was near impossible. Unless it was one of those certain guys who liked tough chicks as their type, along with a less desirable way of acting. She really was entirely assured that most of what the letter said was merely sucking up for the sake of Xemnas, or for some other cloaked and dubious reason, and she had decided, that even if it was true, that there was too much done for it to be fixed. When she recalled him not being a person she would actively hang out with, and who reminded her of the horrible people and bullies that had plagued her from her past just because someone in power wanted her life to be more miserable than it was at that time, she had stuck to that. Demyx wasn't favorable to her as of yet. And then came the fact that he thought that it was something she would wish for, or wanted him to be, which crossed that sort of argument off. What he had written, what she remembered, was now giving a second look through without the actual parchment. She wasn't even sure what kind of guy she liked for a male to be anything. Anyone that wasn't a utter prick and had respect was enough. She did have her bad boy at some point in her life, handsome to boot, but it was more of the Heart of Gold person hidden under all that unreachable exterior that caught her eye. It was her first boyfriend, and the only one soul who was there for her, until he had backstabbed her by going with her almost friend.

From there on, love or dating was off her list permanently. And she was fine that way. In fact, she wishes them a very terrible and cursed life, and hoped they burned in hell.

So, it boggles her, how now she was to deal with something of the manner; at a point where she was with others that did not have a Heart, like her. And she couldn't play ignorance or denial, because when he did told her those words a few minutes ago, they were genuine and honest. Larxene didn't know what Demyx was expecting. She herself didn't know what she was expecting. The only thing she could manage was to let things play themselves out as it were. Nevertheless, it was in her decision whether to talk to him or not, and she was lost on that in particular. She had grown to be watchful of everyone, and Demyx was no different. Marluxia just got passed it after a long and treacherous bonding, not to mention that he was the main person who could hold a conversation, and not snap at her even when she provided her usual tauntings. He was patient, and was able to understand her. Guess that's how they made it to where they were now. Demyx, on the other hand...he wouldn't last long. If one simple remark in a morning could set him off to stalk her to prove himself so many times, well...he couldn't handle the rest. They were not at all compatible, and in the end, it wouldn't work. It just wouldn't. Even as friends, or companions. Even battle partners from the most recent examples. She still had to wrap her head around how Demyx was able to like her in the first place. This was thrown at her now when they were despising each other, and now she was...she didn't know what the hell she was in.

Larxene sighed, letting the hand that was fiddling with her hair run down her face. Amongst that, she could have sworn she had felt Axel's heated eyes on her figure, and it wasn't much of a glare, or burn, as much as it was a intent fixation on her. It was natural instinct for a woman, maybe even a man, and it was giving off a new set of vibes and aura she had not experienced from him as long as they had known each other. It was imprinted, and she took well on not finding out what it was by keeping her own eyes concentrating on something else. It didn't exactly make her uncomfortable, it was just...odd, and disconcerting. It was unpredictable, and she couldn't place what was it either. And then, after a while, she did feel a nasty look in a switch as the other disappeared, and that was familiar territory, so she easily waved it off. Then he left. And she was given her space. Something was happening around her that she wasn't aware of until now...and she let out a drawn out breath at that, one of exhaustion, having too much to deal with and think about. Halting another yawn, and stretching, arching her back that stuck out her chest in a curve comfortably, she swung her legs over to the side of the bed lazily and sat, closing her eyes. Remembering that Marluxia was with her suddenly, she mumbled to him in a need to let out something in what was bothering her, Those two are confusing..."

She then opened her eyelids halfway, sleepy, and then got to her feet, not wanting to, and forcing herself. Despite Axel's attempt of a scare tactic helping her with her damp clothes, they were still heavy with yet to be dried water, and as she moved, it was extremely troublesome. When Demyx had done so it was just a splash, but now, she had really gotten doused, and it showed in everything she was wearing. Her coat now was like having two heavy rugs dripped over her body, and in a irritated frown, she quickly pulled the zipper. She didn't stop either when the flaps opened, her hands dragging and shrugging off her sleeves, and then along with her gloves, the cloak was draped over the headboard of the mattress as she now stood with nothing but a tight black sports bra, ending just three inches below her well-endowed bosom, while the rest of her curvy torso revealed nothing, but her skin and flat stomach until the point where the hem of her black leggings rested on her waist. Larxene, not seemingly bothered by who else was present in the room, feeling more free, though a swaft of cold breeze made her shiver, then headed towards the closet unwillingly and slow. It was there she once again addressed Marluxia, needing to loose herself in something else other than the confession of Demyx, "You need a new change of bedsheets, as Axel made a new burned decoration." She paused for a moment as she pulled ajar the doors, and was eyeing some covers on top of a stand inside the large storage. "I also wanted to talk to you again, about what we are doing...with going against the Organization...?"

Her gaze looked back at him in question.

 

Marluxia sighed in relief finally getting the sign that everyone had left his room, upon which this time he removed himself from the window walking over and closing the door. He heard Larxene moving around, he would guess finally sitting up in his bed now that she too could relax with all the other presences gone. Upon her comment he turned and replyed, "when you have someone who is without emotions...yet will not leave the denial of expressing them behind...that is what becomes of said person..."

He took interest and curiosity of the next situation Larxene provided him with, however he was little expecting it. He raised a brow as she began to unzip her coat, eventually exposing somewhat of her flesh to him, something he highly doubted anyone had seen of her atleast as a nobody. He look a casual look over her, admiring her well fit body and presence of strength in her petite form. She was somewhat rather pale, of course the fact being he would imagine she didn't want all of the Organization becoming perverts over her, atleast not anymore than they already were.

He continued to eye her as she now walked over to his closet, "yes...pity I can't return the favor without receiving more annoyance from our superior..." he said softly walking over near to her. He was rather confused at what she was doing in his closet, he then he realized she was going to change his sheets for him? He didn't know whether she was doing this out of curiosity, the kind she sometimes only showed him, or if she was trying to perhaps baby him somewhat for amusement.

He sighed, not wanting to find out really too much, he had far more things on his mind as he walked over taking up Larxene's coat. He placed it down infront of the window, unzipping it fully so that it could dry from the inside out. He walked into his bathroom grabbing his hairdryer, walking back out and beginning to dry it. When she mentioned the plan, his eyes slowly moved to hers, "of course the plan...it is about time we talked of it now isn't it..."

 

ooc: ok, everyones sorta just everywhere so......

bic: A mirror appeared infront of KuaXa's location, the same star shaped mirror appeared. "I believe that at the moment, plans have changed. In order to keep the enemy from discovering too much too soon, I believe that we need to meet up. At the moment this is only being displayed to you, but let me ask, would you be willing to retreat for a little while for now?" Dustix asked

 

Oh really?......>_>....never knew that.....sorry....:D

BIC- Xengla was momentarily distracted from somewhat following Roxas' discussion with Xigbar when she heard Ravix reach consciousness again. She noticed that since she had her weapon out, the guy had his weapon out too. Well, whatever....at least the load was awake now. "Calm down.....and stay quiet while you're at it...please?" Xengla tiredly replied to Ravix. She hated to admit it, but yes, she probably would tire herself out chasing Ravix to the ends of the earth from the young blond kidnapper. And this was not in the least supposed to be romantic. At all. However, she had listened the kid's comment and they soon sunk in. Our home is going to be destroyed? He mutilated what now? They want to capture us all? Her sword disappeared as she stood up straighter and went into her thinking/socializing pose as she questioned what he was saying,"Okay....hold up....first off.....what do you mean by capturing all of us? Secondly, why are you guys supposedly demolishing our home? I just freaking settled down there, like today. Third, he mutilated what now?" So far these proceedings were going well. They turned from warriors about to duel to peace talking diplomats. And Xengla was definitely far better off with peace talks than battles. Still, the information with which she heard from the conversation disturbed her. Without a home/base of operations, what was going to happen to them?

 

A small portal opened up near Ravix and Xengla the minute she had spoken her words. "I am afraid that at the moment, things are a bit haywire at our location. Tell me, how are things at your current location?" Dustix asked Xengla, not realizing just what type of situation she was in, since he could only focus on her, not her surroundings through his mirrors. The mirror was facing only towards her as well, so he could gather very little information from it. While speaking though, now knowing that KuaXa was there, he raised his finger to him, trying to signal to him to be quiet, obviously wanting him to watch.

ooc: just so it is made clear, yes, he is able to send out his mirrors like this, since they have to do with his powers. Just thought I Would make that clear now b4 questions are asked, since I also made it clear b4 that he can veiw the activities of all of his members, unless they are within the dark voids >.>

 

Xengla was shocked out of her composure when another one of those mirrors appeared. "Uh......I think you should come back later. Please. Like....now..." She nervously stated as her eyes kept flicking back from the mirror to Roxas and Xigbar beyond it. I hope they don't overreact to this. "Well....just out of curiosity, what's the situation over there?" Xengla wanted to verify Roxas' story, even though she knew it had to be true. That earthquake like rumble seemed very likely. She was also careful not to address Dustix as the leader just for privacy.

 

"At the moment the orginization appears to be under the belief that they are winning, though I have already created the preperations. They have invaded the castle and destroying it as they speak, but each mirror is in position, and we will be departing soon once the black hole sequence has commenced. It would be most preferable if most of the members within our orginization were to be at my current location at the moment so that way I can discuss the future destination" he said to Xengla, still not noticing the others behind.

 

If he could see her face, he would know that she didn't get what he was saying. "Uh.....I guess....I'll take him there later...." Xengla said pointing to Ravix. Maybe they'll just let us go peacefully?......or...after he does whatever? Gaaaah...... "Fine...we're kind of in a rush....what exactly does he have to do?" She said looking down at Ravix with a look of disdain. *sigh*......causing so much trouble....

 

"Oh nothing. Simply transport to my location, just as the rest of the orginization is to do so. It is quite simple really" Dustix said, saying the plain simple truth.

 

OOC:Requested for Twilight.Sorry I'm not posting as Xeltic..or at all in fact.Blocked..plus its troublesome being on two sides.I may need to drop my OC just for that reason.Orders are clashing.

Once Xioimara had drank every last drop of his remedy..elixir..whatever the hell you wanted to call it, he turned around nd proceeded back to his workdesk.He had complete confidence that she would not get up over any slight news and--..she got up..damn it he hated children.

But that wasn't enough to set him off,no..she had to begin asking plenty of questions and speaking with him about things he wasn't worrying about at the current time.Marluxia's so-called' betrayal'..who honestly didn't see that coming?

With all the bullshit going on and driving the Superior nuts, we all should have knew someone would try that stunt eventually.I mean,really.Larxene was a constant PMSing chick who could be set off at any given time.And those damn smart-ass remarks of hers really drove him to the point of ceasing his own existence.

Axel was a loud-mouth buffoon who clearly had his own plans once he began acting out.Not to mention he had an odd taste for fifteen year old male meat.Of all the world's mysteries, he did not want to know what was going on in that guy's head with Roxas.

And Marluxia, the proper one.He was respectful, but the way he pauses after saying three words or a bit more made him face palm constantly.So what if he grew flowers?You can't make fun of someone's hobby, but pink hair..no seriously.Pink Hair?

Once Xioimara was done with her mouthful of comments and concerns he took a deep breath before turning around to face her."Marluxia and others have aggravated the Superior, and he has gone off to deal with the immaturity they have all shown.The other members such as Xaldin have gone off on a mission..now,if any of this answers your question, great.I need to get back to work on that machine or we will be attacked ourselves.And as I said, take it easy.There will be no harassing,no fighting, and no taunting for you.I will not just conjure up another remedy after your hurt again.Is this clear?" he asked sternly, his brows furrowed as he stared at the wolf girl.

--
Lexaeus examined the scattered debris before him, realizing that they may have gone a little overboard with the operation.Though it was much more effective than he could have hoped for.No pillar was left standing strong, and with the snap of a finger, the ones that crumble could be turned into dust.Just.Like.That.

He rested his arms and dismissed his Tomahawk, watching as Xaldin headed over toward him with all six lances hovering around him.

"Mission complete.Let's head back.."the Whirlwind Lancer dismissed his own weapons and looked around at the mess both he and the Silent Hero had created.Hm..he wondered if Saix could have done better? Likely not.Lexaeus and Xaldin were a perfect match against the Moon-crazed warrior.

The two disappeared back to the Castle that Never Was, allowing the pillars they had destroyed to finally crumble and fall over,having the entire Nameless castle shaking dangerously.

OOC: Hope that was fine..

 

(OOC: Man, this has got to be one of my most lengthy and vivid posts yet. It reveals Demyx's soul as a whole and it took a long time to conjure up.)

A new area was presented to the youth as he stood firm and eyes forward watching his boss's every move. He wasn't sure what was going to happen to him, but he knew he couldn't escape for there were no doors. Now of course if he had wanted to he could portal out seeing that would be his only means for escape if Xemnas were to do some unspeakable act that would lead to the water wielder's death. His gut instinct was telling him that was the last alternative, but for now he would face Xemnas and deal with what ever was in store for him that would keep him in this existence. Behind his hood, his eyes were slightly open not choosing to stare into those orange orbs of doom that sternly gazed at him. His hood, brought him the safetly to express his emotions even if they were fake or not. Concealing his visage in the darkness was how he could truly read others' without them reading him. He would wait till he calmed down and got control of his composure before exposing his everlasting fear that would sterotype him to be a coward and the one that couldn't handle the evident vital truth that would decide his unforunate outcome. For minutes, he remained still like a statue, transfixed with fear. His mouth was dry, no words would utter from them for his mind was blank and could not reason with the reality of what was happening. The melodious nocturne was in complete shock, denial, and numb from head to toe. Moving his fingers he wiggled them in order to get his cirruclation going and for his thoughts to come to him. Biting his lower lip, he could tell Xemnas was becoming impatient by the stern stare he cast down upon him as if he was on trial for his crimes that he was desperate to commit.

Taking a breath to calm himself down and control his unsettling nerves that were making him feel a tad quenzy, his mind was recalling of the events that had transfired this day and the individuals involved that made them possible. What did Xemnas want from him? Did he want to know everthing that had happened, but it was the Superior that had said to the others that he didn't want to hear the same thing over and over again. Well actually in reality, Demyx couldn't recall Xemnas's exact words, but he could tell by his boss's harsh tone and gestures that he didn't want to be bored of his version of the battle that took place. "What does he want me to say? I can barely speak as it is. This is so nerve wracking and it's making me feel sick," he stuck out his tongue and began to pant attempting to throw up, to get rid of the contents that had settled well in his stomach until now. Is this what it felt like to be human? He had forgotten, his life being transformed from a fateful occurance he could not recall except for bits and pieces of it brought on by the repeative peaceful playing of his sitar; the ultimate symbol of what his musical nature stood for. Swallowing the huge lump in his throat, the partically half digested meal of nuked stuff that was supposed to be a meal, returned to his churning stomach. Coughing a few times, he made a water bottle appear for himself as he snapped off the lid and drank the whole thing in matter of seconds to calm his nerves before tossing the bottle on the hard surface of the white ground. His ear's vibrated the hard plastic rattling on the smooth texture as it struck the interior of the wall. With the back of his right hand he rose it to his mouth and wiped the salvia around the edges of his lips. He was glad that no other member was in the room to see him in the state he was in now. Then again he may never see them again which was why he was so sincere when he had spoken what he thought would be his last words to Axel and Larxene.

Thinking of never seeing them again, brought a sad dispostion and made him cringe with anxiety of his words to them. "Axel can not do anything to save me now and I can't rely on him to get me out of everything. I have to face this on my own, but I can't get out of my head the look he gave me and those words he spoke as if he might never see me again," he gripped his head and shook it struggling with his thoughts. He didn't care what Xemnas was thinking of him right now. The last thing on his mind was to worry about what the boss was judging him to be. Sniffing a bit from being come over with emotions that were not supposed to be there, he thought of the words that he pondered over before writng them on the stationary that was the letter he had placed on Larxene's chest before his departure. Had she even read it or even opened it? These were answers he would hope to find out, but seriously doubted if he was to be gone from the organization and becoming nothing. The young nobody thought of himself as nothing, but a pathetic fool for attempting to express how he felt towards her. Why was she so difficult and what did she want from him? He had tried to impress her by acting like a bad ass in his own different enitity, the side he showed to that of his adversaries, the side he struck fear into the hearts of those he killed with pure exhileration, a sense of fun, and malice showing off his skills of combat that he rarely revealed. She had retailated in her own cruel way that he secretly admired for she was strong and did not take crap from anyone. Her youthful beauty was what attracted him to her firstly, for he observed her small petite form from a distance never saying anything to anyone. As long as no one knew he would be safe, but as time went by, his longing for her grew and he could no longer keep it secret though he couldn't just tell her to her face without getting some smart ass reply in return or a physical slap. He waited for the right opportunity to observe her to discover what kind of guy she was interested in. She was bad to the core and so was he when he chose to be and thus was why he revealed that he too had a tough and dangerous personaility one that he thought she would favor and see him in a whole new light. Alas that was not the case for instead of being attracted to his inner self, she took it as a huge threat and fought back, the claws finally coming out. And that didn't stop there. He had did the unthinkable of getting her drenched and nearly got killed for it not knowing that the water brought forth a painful memory to her. Demyx had messed up thinking his intentions were what she wanted and when he saw her lifting Axel out of the water with such determination and strength, he had wanted to assist her in anyway he could hoping to make up for his earlier assaults upon her. Besides seeing his best friend Axel in danger, Demyx hoped she would at least acknowledge him for his heroic deeds, but that to had failed.

Becoming upset with himself and not wanting to waste any more of his time, he swung back his hood exposing his face to the boss, his eyes a tinge of red in them from the tears that had gathered there earlier as he was lost in his thoughts of the past events. Pulling back his arms behind him, he held onto them knowing it was now or never. He was scarred to death inside realizing he was in fact alone with Xemnas the one who could easily end his life in a second and it arose to him that the longer he stalled the most liking his punishement would be harsher than it has been. Breathing in allowing his lungs to inhale the oxygen that barely escaped from his mouth, he opened it slightly forcing himself to speak the truth he had been wanting to say for so long. It was his time to try to put his fear aside and face up for what he did.
"Superior, I'm sorry for the long delay. I didn't know what to say to you. As you can probaly tell, I'm afraid of being here alone in this room not knowing what is going to happen, but I will do my best to tell you my reasons for what I commited," he paused taking another breath closing his eyes and then opening them not looking at Xemnas's face. " Ok... As you know I won't say anything about the battle since Axel, Marluxia and Larxene have told you over and over again of what happened and I doubt you would want to hear my version. So let me get to the part you want to know. I guess you want to know why I ran away right?" he placed his arms in front and held them down at his side while forming a small sheepish grin on his face. "Ok there are many reasons why I ran away. One thing is for certain was that I was in serious pain from you hurting me before and I didn't want to see you seeing me as being weak since you already think of me as that. I wanted to be strong and deal with the pain the best I could, but then I found out that the pain was getting unbearable and I felt the ocean would soothe my injuries," he rubbed his right arm feeling very nervous. "I thought you would of known that after I had passed out you would of forced me to see Vexen, but you didn't and I was glad that you didn't for maybe you were letting me handle matters on my own."

His guilty grin had now faded as he shifted his weight rocking on his heels for a few seconds before resting once more before getting to what he really wanted to say. His eyes told Xemnas that what he was about to blurt out without thinking of the consequences for that moment would be the turning point or the climax of this encounter. His eyelids closed, wishing he was somewhere else playing his sitar in pure content; perhaps in another life where he would be free from his pitiful existence of being with the organization. Dismissing that wish of absurditity, knowing Xemnas would never let him off the hook from Organization XIII's deep clutches that that ripped him of his entire soul, another idea came to him to express his explanation in song, but then he would of been blasted for his foolishness and not taking the situation seriously as it is. Demyx set his two hands together up to his chest and formed a diamond like shape with his fingers that shook nervously pleading for him to understand. "Boss, to tell you the truth you're to hard on me just because I will never understand your reasoning of the whole feeling issue."He froze wondering what the Superior's reaction would be to that. Tapping and fidgeting with his fingers in front of him, he sighed deeply knowing he had to say what he felt. "You don't care about my well being since we don't have hearts and felt I couldn't handle anymore cruel remarks from the other members, the disrespect from them, and the way they treat me just because I'm different," he placed his right hand on his chest. "It's not my fault I'm like this. You can blame the side I was before I became a nobody, my somebody is the one I speak of. I don't know if I can ever fit in here since I'm so different from all of you," he cast his eyes to the ground. "Besides I hate what we do and what is the whole point of it? How do we know taking other's hearts is the only way we will achieive our own? We could be going about this the wrong way boss," he glanced up wanting to see if Xemnas held any expression on his face. Demyx's expession and tone changed as his eyes were now narrow revealing his other side to the boss. "Ok I admit it. I enjoy striking fear into those who deserve it and I enjoy using the art of deception to fool those around me including those in the organization for I should be entitled to have some fun here. The point is boss I ran away because I was in pain, I couldn't stand being with the organization members especially on how I was treated and overall I wanted to get away from you since I want to surive and not live in fear of being destroyed by you or any of the other members," his right pointer finger was extended to Xemnas's face as the truth had come out. Dropping his arm, he closed his eyes again reverting back to the timid form of his self, his eyes wide with surprise that he had the courage to speak to him like that. Dropping to his knees after realizing what he had done, he remained motionless once more, tears running down his face as he fought hard to not let them fall. Quivering in fear his voice trembled as he spoke. "At least I didn't lie to you, but do with me what you will," he shut his eyes slightly waiting for what fate would become of of him, but kept his guard up in case he need to escape if it came to his life being in danger. In his mind he only thought of the three he ever thought highly of.

"Goodbye Axel, so long Larxene, and siornara Roxas. It's to bad I never got to know you guys the best I wanted. Hopefully you'll remember me for my best qualties for who and what I stood for. Good luck with everthing and I wish you three the best that life can offer you. I hope you get your hearts one day and don't forget me." One last tear shed down upon his cheek and splattered upon the ground as he formed his sitar with the bit of power he could muster and embraced it tightly against his lean and well toned physique preparing for the worst.

 

That's okay, Sirius. (I can't take you siriusly with that name....>_< I don't know whether you're sirius or not!)

BIC- "That wasn't directed to you s-....uh.....but thank you for the instructions. We'll be there shortly." Xengla breathed a small sigh. That was cutting it close. Now Ravix and her will probably be in more danger since those two probably had a real reason to now. Eliminating us. That's their mission. Please go away, sir. you're making this more difficult than it should be. She thought, hopelessly knowing that their leader would not be able to hear these thoughts. All they would do is just do whatever these guys were requiring for Ravix to do and then leave. Simple as that.

 

Axel sighed as he laid on his backside with his hands stetched out behind his head with the vibrant pillow supporting him as he fell almost into a sleeplish daze letting his eyes drift towards his black and reddish swirl ceiling. Just because the Castle was white didn't mean that his room had to be the same way. He had designed it into his liking especially to the patterns of flames dancing in the shadows as it verfied his element and personality. Another thing that happend to be there was a radio and a tv which was rarely used. During his missions he had come across these things and placed the objects into his room, which to him was expressed with a sense of freedom which was something he craved. He didn't care of what others had thought if they happened to venture into it, but he would keep it that way for it made him feel more human and to have some kind of existance that he could actually enjoy. No one not even Xenmas or Marluxia the one who had been Lord of the Castle would persuade, convince or threaten this rebellion member of changing it.


He was listening to the music which was more like a light heavy metal than anything which was really low because he didn't need it that loud to enjoy the sounds and lyrics of it like Demyx would unless the flame dancer seriously wanted to blare it to piss someone off . Demyx was the musican nobody and probably best dancer, but Axel also enjoyed it and was the second best dancer out of the organizatoin. That was a real connection that they shared and had in common. While Demyx preferred to not fight that is where Axel shared a passion with Roxas. So one way or another the two nobodies were special to him. The other organization members thought they were better than him which didn't faze the red head one bit. He just tolerated them, though Larxene he could get along better was and glad she was at least not the timid type which he liked about her feistyness and cruel personality for it represented fear, and respect except when it came to people that he cared about. He had everything already worked out knowing that his spies across the castle and the rival one would give him any informaton he needed to stragedize any strengths and weakness. It was a perfect stragedy without anyone knowing he was the one responible.

It seemed he had him zoned out as he had felt some great pains jolt down his body making him forget about the peaceful relaxation he was having right now. He wondered if this was physical pain or mental either way or maybe both as he was getting signals from other presences in The World That Never Was that he thought he felt. There was something wrong and he couldn't do anything about it. Especially since he wasn't ordered to do anything in the meantime.

"If anything happens I will be there to lend a hand. To Demyx for I know that Roxas can handle his own unless I need to interfene." He told himself.


The pain however was becoming more tensified as he sighed softly teeth partly clenched as he rose to his feet to see what the damage was that he didn't bother to look at after his battle as he stood by to look in the mirror and at his torn cloak knowing that he had to remove the top portion of it.

 

Roxas didn't say anything, obviously noticing the conversation she was holding, and he had silently sent a lower Nobody of his own, the Samurai, to report. Since she had asked what he had to do, might as well prepare for it then, if she was close to giving up, or at least willing to let him. He would think Xigbar wouldn't mind, considering that they were getting somewhere, and especially since there was plainly a mirror in sight, but he didn't make much reaction to it, despite that it got his suspicion. What Xigbar had muttered was stationed in his head, about a trap, and of course, he was to connect two and two together. As he finished listening to the conversation, which was also delivered to his Nobody, he simply waited, for a sort of sign before he acted.




Xemnas knew what he was expecting, or rather, what he should expect with Demyx. And there the young man was, appearing as if he was frightened, perspiring, and lasting too long in silence for something he couldn't really feel. He was either thinking of what to say, or biding his time. Whichever the case, he did not blink or expressed any reaction to the wrecked Nobody, not only because he could not feel, but because what Demyx was expressing was not real. Thus, he will have to wait until the water wielder decided to speak after his false tribulations. It was pathetic to see a being of their kind deluded into such emotions, and having him follow it so much that it made him frown. He was truly losing himself, and in the end, what would become of him? If he was so certain about what they are able to have, why join the Organization to get his Heart back? It was simple common sense that without a Heart, all sorts of feelings are lost, and only the memories are left for them to act what they used to be. The boy just could not grasp this. However, this seems not to only be a problem with him. Larxene, Axel, perhaps, Roxas, sometimes dealt with it, but the others, he was positive, knew that they couldn't possess such things even when they did act it out. Demyx seemed to be believing in it, and was seeing it as fact or truth. And as he filtered through these thoughts, it was in that moment that a voice did interrupted him, and he set himself to listen intently to what Demyx was to explain, explore tones, and features to see where the man stood in his words. It began simple, and then it drifted to the point of why they were here. In some aspects, he just couldn't comprehend where he got the fact that he was considered weak from. Of course, he did not think much of him for certain reasons, but he had not witnessed any other members, but Larxene, bring up the topic. Some of them did not bother putting such a conversation into place, going on with their free time, and never did the meetings revolve around him about it. There were older members, who had scolded him to be quiet when he was acting out and sprouting random questions, and when he was being distracting, but those were only two to three compared to the rounded fourteen living here. Whatever the case, while questioning that part, he heard the rest, which was mostly the same, minus the outspoken part in the middle. Should not have done that, because it was there that he got what would be the right punishment.

He needed to set ground rules and order, or else, the members will think that they are allowed to do what they wish, and that would only cause more problems. It was the exact way in how the work and school systems maneuver, and without a lesson, or a consequence, there is no learning. And no control. Xemnas had yet to think about Demyx's reason for leaving to the ocean for healing. If the member was particularly trapped and pressured by his peers, he could get that, however, running away in such a manner will not be appreciated. Others were able to leave and go out for an amount of time. Demyx had packed up, cleaned everything, and went out. He did not know who he was trying to fool, but it would not be him. There could have been a much liable path to choose than creating doubts by how he escaped. Still, he had the discipline that was to be given in mind. And, it was the defining moment of what his decision will be now that Demyx was done. Not breaking his stride, or softening in any sort, he announced darkly, "The way you departed leave questions, Number Nine. It did not appear like a simple trip to the beach when you had your belongings with you, and made it look like it was a permanent decision. It would have been better to consult me first about the 'break'. I also have not witnessed any of the mistreatment you are saying the members have been giving you, the exception of that being Number Twelve, which is where most of the problems you are having stem from. Nevertheless, we all have troubles and arguments with members, look where I came back from to stop what the gathered group in the other castle were about to do to each other. Number Four is also constantly voicing his dislike, even when there shouldn't be such words as dislike and like as the Nobodies we are. Do not think you are the only one who has to go through these kind of complications with your comrades. And none had to run like you did. Whatever your opinion is, or what is going on, as the Superior and leader, I have to give authority for those who make mistakes. And you are no different. You have saved yourself from pain, and extinction, yes...yet not from everything." His tone lowered, face without a trace of anything as he then raised a arm, and with a white flash, the Sitar Demyx had out and his weapon, disappeared and was taken. He knew this was a sort of core for the Nobody, and which is why it was the target. Nothing was said until he continued, before any questions of whines came from the Nocturne, "Your Sitar will now belong to me for now as your lesson to never repeat what you have done. It will be locked away, and you will be unable to utilize it or summon it. As for how long, will be left to decide depending on events, missions, or how your behavior improves or not. I would not hear complains, nor another set of the faux emotions you have been demonstrating. Your weapon are in secured hands. Is that understood?"

For a reaction, or anything else that might occur, it would be halted as then Xemnas sensed a lower Nobody attempting to get in the room, or wanting to deliver a message, and with that, he allowed it to come inside, considering that he was done. What Demyx said next would not be heeded, as that Sitar will remain there until further notice. As his focus went to the Samurai, which made him slightly widen his eyes, as he never predicted Roxas to perform such a action, he mentally discussed with the creature. Ah, so that was what he had noticed earlier. Intruders. Nodding to the Samurai in agreement, as the being twirled away into dissipation, his energy concentrated on the exact spot and coordination where a certain victim was, and did the same show of power as he had Toxyn in Castle Oblivion, sending the Ravix Nobody to a room of the exact kind. No escape. Blocked. My, so many interviews awaited him now. And all his members, Luxord, Lexeaus, Xaldin, and the remainder of them, were back at headquarters, so he concluded that the job was done. Good. Calmly getting back to composure, he eyed Demyx then, for a answer. He had other things to attend to, and he did not want to waste any more seconds into dealing with anything else.




By this point, he was fidgeting once more, not wanting to seem as if he was hiding something on what he did. Roxas was getting impatient for the second time, but it was all disrupted when, suddenly, he was stunned by a silver and white void appearing under where Ravix laid, closing him with black and steel thorns that he knew were ones of Xemnas's attributes as they parted from within the hole, and watched as he was trapped, wrapped, and then fully swallowed inside. The floor was then wiped from any trace. The whole thing came out of the blue so much, that he just stood there, mouth gaping and in shock. This was not what he was wanting to happen when he had sent a notice to the Superior. There was an atmosphere or silence as he took in what just went on in front of his eyes, before he got snapped out of it when his Samurai came back with a reply from Xemnas himself. What he was given made Roxas purses his lips, and he sighed, wondering if he just made a wrong move. Rubbing his arm as he took a breath, he glanced up at the girl, who was probably caught off-guard as he was. Not knowing exactly what to say, he gave her a warning, and a chance to leave as his expression turned grave. "It seems I was ordered to get you out of the premises by force, if need be." He shifted his blue eyes at Xigbar for a literal second, notifying to him that it was given to him as well. "Ravix, is in our leader's hands now. But, he will face Xioimara when the Superior brings her to him. You will suffer the same thing if you don't leave. All the members that were in charge of crumbling your home are back now, so your castle is about to fall if you all don't do something to support it and prevent it. Go now. And in turn..."

He then in quickly swung his Keyblade to the mirror she was speaking to, not only giving it a physical blow with a loud crash, but a great sparkle of light came along with the use of magic, and it splintered into dust after it cracked, spreading through the air before it was gone. Roxas then easily turned at the fire wielding female, weapon at ready, and to attack this time. He was kind of annoyed that he let her talk to whoever was there, which was obviously her leader, with the polite gestures, and the call of "Sir", as well as nodding to the person's orders. He knew there that he was being too passive and nice, when he should've acted. These people were the enemy, and who knew what they were planning at the second. He gazed at her hard, his voice low, "I'll give you to the count of three to run. Three...two..."



Larxene raised her eyebrows in question, but didn't remark on Marluxia moving away, and getting a blow-dryer. His blow-dryer. She had one too, and there was no need for a socket when it came to her, but...she was an actual girl. Then again, Marluxia's strands were always perfectly layered, and fluffed, as well as soft. So, she didn't know why it somehow surprised her. The only reason why she halted from taking this fact to her advantage and taunting him was because he took the said blow-dryer out in the first place to help dry her coat as a favor. She couldn't insult him for doing something that was meant for her sake. When it came to him, anyway.

As she tip-toed to get to the bed sheet, she went back on her full feet towards the mattress, closing the closet behind her as she walked with her heels of her boot clicking the floor. The next thing she did was throw the new covers on top of the furniture, because she sure as hell wasn't going to tend to it. Larxene just wanted to remind him that he had to replace the old burnt ones, and she was too fatigued to work on anything as well; she didn't want to exert her body even more when all it wanted was rest. Besides, she wasn't his mother, and he was not a child to take care of. Glancing over to the man who was busy with her piece of cloth, she headed towards him, placing a firm hand on his arm to stop what he was doing as she looked up at him with amused eyes when having reached his figure. "You don't have to do that, Marluxia, it's fine. I'm going to change anyway when I get back to my room. I'll just stay like this....if you don't mind, that is."

She needed to add the last part, because she truthfully wasn't sure if he was alright with her parading with her black sports bra [even though females used this when exercising] around his bedroom. It did reveal her skin, too much on her upper body, actually, but she saw Marluxia as a brother, to compare their friendship to some relation, and in the end, she would believe that it was the exact view vice-versa. So, he would not be ensnared by lust or attraction, or picture her in any other outlook when concerning her body. Larxene needed to confirm this before going to the conversation she wanted to get to about his plans, or else, she would feel more awkward if it wasn't the case. He was the only one who had seen this much, while others had seen her in the black uniform, completely clothed, and nothing more. That, or her nightgown, but even that was covered by a thick robe. If it was uncomfortable for him...

 

Marluxia felt her hand on his arm and looked up to meet her eyes, "very well he said..." he said turning off the blowdryer, he stood up walking back into his bathroom putting it up. He walked back out, fluffing his hair a little, making sure it was a comfortable look. He turned his eyes onto Larxene again, looking at her casually and shrugged, "I am fine with whatever you choose...."

He stopped for a moment, "that is if I would be allowed to remove the top of my coat as well...having the windows always closed and no source of air...these rooms get rather steamy...." he said looking for approval or the opposite. After a while he began to unzip his coat, reaching down all the way so that his coat could be draped over his bed. He stretched a little, his well fit chest feeling the air lightly touch it.

He sat down on his bed, staring at Larxene gently, "you mentioned something of our plan I believe..." he said conjuring a rose and smelling it. Finally, he was ready for this moment, they had waited long enough with all the junk regarding the other Organization. He planned to make sure things didn't play out so slowly when he was superior.

 

Demyx had wished he had been taken out of his misery. He never predicted Xemnas would take his beloved possession away from him, the one thing that he loved more than anything in the whole world. He was seriously going to be sick and have a panic attack. The loss of his weapon was bringing forth memories of him when he was human and how his cruel father had taken away his freedom and priveleges of something dire to him just because he had messed up in more ways then one. Demyx reliving those memories had snapped uncontrolably like Larxene except in a different manner. "No! You can't do this. Give me back my sitar!" he pleaded pulling on Xemnas's cloak. "How do you expect me to fight without it? Sure I can still call upon my element, but my sitar means everything to me. I won't surive without it," he whailed, more tears coming to his eyes as he pounded his fists and kicked his feet in the air acting like a little kid who was having a tantrum. He didn't care what Xemnas was thinking of him right now, all he wanted was his soul weapon back. "How could you!" he cried hysterically. "I knew you were cruel, but not to this level. What am I supposed to do now? Boss, please rethink what your doing. Do you want me to get worse or killed off or maybe that's what you had planned all along isn't it?" his eyes were stern and deathly serious reverting to his other side for a second before shaking that off knowing it would only get himself killed. Trying to calm down, he tore his eyes to the ground as puddles appeared underneath his stretched out hands.

"Go ahead and torture my body or do something so humilating. I don't care anymore, but please give me back my sitar. It's the only thing that makes me have pleasure in this life. You can't seperate a musician from what brings him joy. Throw me in the dungeon, blast me to the wall, or even maim me with your aerial blades just please for Kingdom Hearts give me back my sitar," he weeped in his hands that were pressed against his face as he ran to the other side of the room and fell flat on the ground tripping over his own feet since he was crushed. Whining from the new injuries that he just received, he backed himself into a corner of the room, held his arms against his sides and hugged himself crying softly. "It's not fair. I wish I had never been created if this was to be my fate. I need my baby," he moaned, his voice growing louder as it echoed through out the castle. "Man, this sucks. I didn't do anything to deserve this. I wish you had a heart and then you can see how truly evil you really are," he yelled out of pure resentment and desperation.

Out of his crying, he began to gag and expelled some of the contents on the ground. He was a pathetic sight to behold and he had hit his lowest point reliving a painful part in his past all over again, but differently. Lying on his side, he weeped some more trying to control himself and regain any dignity that slowly had faded away. His vision was blurred, his body was in agonizing pain and now his sitar was gone. Without it what good was he to the organization now? Screaming out of pure rage, Demyx stood up ignoring the mess on the ground and ran to the other side of the room thinking he could go through the walls and get away. Unforuntetly, he slammed into it and knocked the wind out of himself for a few minutes. Yelping with new pain once he awoke, he pounded the walls knowing there was no way for him to escape. "How could you? " he hiccuped and swallowed several times. Trying to make excuses for his behavior he sobbed once more. "I can't help myself. I'm sorry I'm such a pathetic mess, but I didn't lie to you, just please don't take my sitar away from me!" In a desperate plea, he sobbed on Xemnas's chest acting as if he was a child crying on a father. "Don't you see how pathetic I've become?" he licked the salty taste of his tears. "Please I beg you do anything, but don't take my sitar away," his tears were soaking the outer leather texture of Xemnas's cloak, but all Demyx could do was beg and cry hoping for some miracle.

 

Xengla turned quickly at the sound only to see Ravix completely consumed by these thorns and then vanishing altogether. Her mouth was agape in surprise and she couldn't help but take a step toward where the thorns were with her hand outstretched a little. "Wait..." But she knew it was too late. He was gone. Captured. It was then she turned to Roxas with an evident glare in her eyes. Why you.... She saw that he was acting slightly nervous and that was enough evidence that this was his doing. But what he did next caught her off guard a little. He had smashed the mirror in front of her and luckily she had managed to block the little pieces from hitting her. But still, his words further enraged her. He daresto tell her to run? Run away from a comrade? Yeah right. She laughed sardonically looking beyond the silly little key shaped blade that he pointed at her. "I may not like fights. And this could potentially be a horrible act on my part, but this is for sure, heh heh heh....I'm not leaving without a fight." Xengla summoned her swords and got into a fighting stance. She fully knew that this was probably an extremely stupid idea. A foolhardy attempt to do something. But still. No backing out now. It's too bad I can't send the Leader a warning of bad things to come. Oh well....maybe the fact that his mirror got smashed is warning enough. Here goes! All or nothing!