Keyblade War:The start of the Heart

Phisoxa leaned back in her chair, resting her legs on the edge of the desk.

Phisoxa:" Fine as long as they don't get in my way."

 

Master: Mr Dante will be here later tonight, I expect you to take very good care of him.

 

Phisoxa:" Oh you mean the of that wealthy landowner, everyone is talking about? Doesn't seem the type to be wielding a keyblade."

 

Master: Well, he is very skilled, almost as if he was a god I must say.

 

Phisoxa:" All those richies think they are some type of god, so it doesn't shock me much."

She said crossing her arms.

 

Master: I was refering to the simple fact of his skill. He thinks he sucks. Something new from a rich kid.

 

Phisoxa:" Oh I guess it would be fun, to babysit him, watching him mess up bad is what I call a show."

She said smiling.

Phisoxa:" So when tonight is he coming over?"

 

Master: After dinner, you know, I heard from some of my female workers that they think hes handsome, but an upstanding student such as your self would not fall for looks or riches, right?

 

Phisoxa:" Nah, men don't really interest me at all right now."

She said standing up and stretching.

Phisoxa:" I think we should get going, dinner is about to start."

 

Master: I won't be eating, I don't plan to scare everyone with the eyes. By the way, has your cousin and Mixt finished their fight?

 

Phisoxa:" Hmm I don't know, they can join me later I guess, see you soon Master."

She said leaving the room and slamming the door hard behind her, sprinting towards the Banquet room.

Phisoxa marched towards the large doors of the Banquet room, pushing them open and marching in.

 

A man came forth from the shadows. His voice played with the words he was yet to speak like thug's hand soothingly stroking a newborn babe. He eyes seemed to twinkle and skate about as a child does when chasing a toad. With his mouth unzipped, he let his trapped thoughts come free and find refuge in the older man's ears.

"Is what you say true? Will she believe it?"

 

Phisoxa walked around the banquet hall looking for a table that looked otherwise empty, she didn't feel like socializing with people today, so she rushed towards a small oak table near a fireplace and sat there. Sitting her legs up on the empty chair next to her as a attempt to keep people from joining her.

Phisoxa then grabbed a bowl of grapes and started eating them slowly.

 

Mixt's battle had continued with Rodarn. Mixt had recieved some burns from firaga spells and had landed a few cuts. But the battle was moving very slowly and they seemed to be about even. "Can we agree to make this swords only? I don't want to do something I'll regret for the sake of time."

 

Phisoxa just sat there eating, taking her time. Thinking about what happened today.

"What will killing me now make such a difference, if I was him I would come to kill me when I was just a girl, when I wasn't a student here. What is he waiting for I wonder."

 

Noir was hiding behind her nearby, looking at her with serious eyes.

 

Phisoxa ate quietly, not even noticing the presence she could feel behind her. Thinking about the events that occurred.

 

Noir smiled grimly, then reached for his scythe, making it grow larger in size.

 

Phisoxa grabbed the handle of her keyblade, looking at her reflection in the blade.

 

Noir backed up and hide behind the wall completely.