Chapter 5! A little short, but still good :) ~Chapter 5~ ~DREAM~ The little boy cowered in fear of his brother, who had backed him up against a wall, and was laughing, in his face. “Awww…is little brother scared?†he taunted, punching his brother in his arm. The little boy yelped in pain. His eyes stung. He was going to cry soon. “I asked you a question!†The older boy yelled, slapping the young boy across the face. The younger boy just winced in pain, tears coming down his bruised cheeks. The older boy slapped him again. This time, harder. “ANSWER ME!†He roared. “Yes!†The young boy squeaked. He hated his older brother. His brother laughed, and punched him in his stomach. The young boy collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. The older boy kicked him in his face. A bruise remained. The older boy walked away, laughing viciously. The younger boy sat up with much pain. “I…hate you…†the boy whispered angrily. “I hate you so much…Rhais…†~END DREAM~ Zexion woke up shaking in fear. The dream he had…it was so real. He put a hand to his face to see if there really was a bruise there. Luckily, there wasn’t. He sat up. Today his goal was to talk. He’d force himself to speak. He had a lot of questions, and he was hoping for some answers… +++ “Why were you acting like that?†Xigbar said to Axel. They were both in the living room. Apparently Xigbar was mad at something that Axel wasn’t aware of. “What are you talking about?†Axel asked confused. Xigbar glared at him. “How you were acting around Zexion!†he shouted. “You were acting like he was a new member!†“Because, he currently is!†Axel shouted back. “No, he is number six of Organization XIII!†Axel glared at him. “He doesn’t remember that he is number six of Organization XIII!†he said. He then sat down on the sofa. “He didn’t even remember that his name was Zexion.†Xigbar sat down next to Axel, his hands in his head. “Axel…†he said, his voice muffled. “I feel so terrible.†He looked up at Axel. “I caused all of this. Because of me, he doesn’t even know who we are. He doesn’t even know who I am.†Axel put a hand on his shoulder. “He’ll remember…eventually…†Xigbar shook his head. “No, he’ll LEARN eventually. He’ll never be the same again. I bet he doesn’t even remember how to talk!†He said. Axel looked at him with sympathetic eyes. He knew how close of friends they were. Just then, Zexion walked into the room. Xigbar looked up. Zexion took a breath. He knew what he was going to say; he had thought it over. Good…mor..ni…ng? Good…morn..ing? Good morning? That was it! Good morning! He tried to open his mouth to talk. But he couldn’t. He tried again to talk. No luck. Xigbar stood up. “Good morning, Zexion.†He said. Smoof. Zexion said to himself. He beat him to it. Xigbar walked over to him. “Uh…are you feeling better?†he asked. Zexion nodded. Xigbar smiled. Zexion was still his friend at heart, and he would still be his best friend. The REAL Zexion was in him somewhere. “Hey!†Axel said excitedly. “How about this: We can maybe get Zexion to remember if we show him things that are his!†Zexion gave him a quizzical look. What was he forgetting? What does he have to remember? Then, an idea struck him: He could write out what he needed to say. He looked around wildly. He needed paper! Xigbar noticed this. “What’s wrong?†he asked. Zexion made a writing gesture on his hand. Axel snapped his fingers. “He wants to write out what he wants to say!†he exclaimed. Zexion nodded enthusiastically. Axel walked off, and when he came back, he had a sheet of paper and a pencil. He handed them to Zexion, who walked over into the kitchen and sat down. Axel and Xigbar followed him. He brought the pencil to the paper. Come on, he thought, write: What am I forgetting? But he didn’t move his hand. He closed his eyes and took a breath. You can do it! Write it! Write it! But nothing happened. His hand shook. He couldn’t remember how to write. Write something! He thought. Anything at all! He still couldn’t bring himself to write anything. He put the pencil down, and put his hand in his head. He had forgotten how to write. An arm draped over his shoulder. He looked up to see Xigbar by his side. He was smiling weakly, in sympathy. Zexion smiled back. There was something about Xigbar that he liked. It was that feeling…that feeling that he’s known him longer than he could remember… “It’s ok, Zexion.†He said. “We’ll help you remember.†Axel nodded. Then, it hit Zexion. That’s what they had meant by ‘forgetting’ and ‘needing to remember’. Zexion was so sure, and had every reason to believe he could write. But, he had forgotten how to. Which meant that he had known previously how to write. So he did forget. But, if that was true, he thought, what else did I forget? Maybe something important. He looked up at Xigbar. A word popped into his head. Fri…en..d? Why couldn’t he remember? Fr…iend? Friend? There it was. Friend. He sighed, relieved he had remembered. He never wanted to forget it. “You ok?†Xigbard, breaking Zexion’s chain of thoughts. He looked up and nodded. Xigbar smiled. “Like I was saying,†Axel said, “All we need to do is show Zexion some old things of his, and he’ll remember!†Xigbar and Zexion looked up at him. “You think it’ll work?†Xigbar asked. Axel nodded. “I’m sure it will!â€
Poor Zexy!!!! You feel so bad for him! Great descriptions! I feel like I'm actually in Zexion's shoes (er, boots). And Xigbar makes me think of Axel and Roxas's relationship. Best friends through and through!
Oh...poor Zexy!!!! I still feel bad for him....I want more!!!! {no pressure} You are really good!!!! Keep on doing what you're doing! *sits and waits*
Hope Zexxy remembers how to talk (and write) soon Awesome chapter & Awesome series :D How many chapters are you planning?
that is so sad, pooooor zexy, feel do sorry for him, i canjust imagine how xigbars feeling *Waits for next chapter hehehe*
This reminds me of that EB White book, The Trumpet of the Swan. Except Louie could write quite well. Especially impressive, considering he was a bird.
