Roxas Has Returned...

Yola! New story coming atcha! I hope you all like this one cause I sure do. My descriptions seem to have updated themselves over night. ^-^

Anywayz, this story takes place directly after KH1, so erase Chain of Memories from your mind. Most of this is during the time that Roxas was an Organization Member, but, as you'll soon find out, it was also during the time that he escaped. Here's the trailer if you want to know what's coming:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=XK5F6C51UPs

Or here:
http://video.kh-vids.net/video/53a47c75-b20c-4bbe-b138-994a008877a9.htm

And, without further ado, I give you, Roxas's Story.

Roxas Has Returned...

Ch. 1,
Prologue ~ In the Beginning, There Was...​

A Nobody is a conscious creature that exists for few purposes, a creation born of ignorance. In fact, the reason why it even exists is a mystery in itself. There are lesser Nobodies and there are higher Nobodies. Following the correct chain of command, the lesser ones are under the control of the higher. These higher Nobodies have taken human form through sheer force of will. Thus, in order to maintain their physical purpose, they have banded together against the race of humans in order to steal the one thing they lack: their emotions, their feelings, and their hearts. A Nobody cannot truly exist until they regain their personal heart. This is a reality for all Nobodies. But, there are a few exceptions…

III~XxXxX~III​

The light blinded his aqua blue eyes as he stared at the never ending twilight. Holding his gloved hand up to shield himself, he continued to look at the sun carefully. This could easily be his last time to see it so he wanted to consume every detail that the setting sun had to offer. The bright red clouds that encircled it held the power of pure water within their boughs; the midnight sky that lay above entrusted the humans below with its starry gazes; the ocean beneath rippled with the splashes of color in its midst; and the moon, trapped within its coal-black jail of a universe, awaited its turn at glorifying the night sky.

He sifted through his tan hair with his other hand and sighed a heavy sigh. A chance like this only came once, maybe twice in a lifetime. If he got another chance, he’d live it like there was no tomorrow. After all, this was like a second home to him. He redirected his gaze from the evening dusk to the journey that lay just ahead of him. Behind him sprouted hundreds of readily used buildings with interlaced paths and walkways. But leaning on one of the structures with a half-hearted smile on his face was another person who enjoyed the twilight just as much as he did.

“You ready?” asked the man. A mass of crimson red hair stuck out from underneath his blackened hood. His lithe figure adjusted to the dark cloak well. Beneath his hidden eyes were two distinct markings that resembled tear drops.

With a final expression of good-bye, the younger of the two men turned his somber head towards the evening sun.

“Yeah.”

Strolling through the town brought back hundreds of forgotten and unforgotten memories. The two men remained in silence on their trip back to their original home. They never referred to it as a literal home; it was just a place where they could rest their heads at night. There was always that slight chance of an attack or a summons that conflicted with their so-called sleep. No, that place wasn’t home. It was just another cage.

“Why did he send me here?” The younger suppressed the silence with his ominous words. The older flipped the hood off of his ruby head to address him like a normal friend would: without an obstruction.

“He wanted you to relive your memories.”

“I’ve done that so many times it’s hard to think straight. I have no clue which ones are really mine.”

“That’s the whole point. He wants you to be able to distinguish between the two sets. You have yours and he has his.”

“I’m sick of it. I don’t want to remember anything unless I have to. His memories are his alone; not mine. I don’t want anything to do with him.”

The auburn haired boy kept the expression of withdrawal fixed upon his face while the other tried desperately to think of something lively to say. His friend was always like this nowadays. There was sometimes no friend to speak of; just an empty shell who walked the halls and reminisced to himself.

“There’s not much I can do about that,” replied the redhead truthfully. “But we do need to get back.”

Anger flitted through the teen’s eyes so quickly that neither were sure if it had even been there. Going back to that place that their leader called home was somewhat of a nightmare. All it meant was that their true meaning was being thrust into their faces all over again. Out here, in the real world, they could experience life the way they were supposed to. But back at their jail cell, validity and honesty were rarely found. A symbol haunted them everywhere they went within that domicile. It reminded them time and time again of who they were and what their goal was. It reminded them every time they woke up, every time they went to sleep, every time their padded boots echoed through the hallways, and every time they spoke with the other occupants of their humble abode. There was no real reason to live in such a desolate place, but they had no choice.

“I know, I know.” The boy’s attitude now reflected sadness. His eyes drifted to the ground as he tried to clear his thoughts of his myriads of difficulties. The man put his light arm around the boy’s shoulders with a friendly squeeze.

“You’ll get through this. And I’ll be there whenever you need me, okay? Well, ‘cept when I’m drunk.”

The teen was silent again through the older man’s easy laughter. The recognition of his friend’s comedic reply was meant to cheer him up, but it didn’t. There was too much roaming around for his mind to handle. Focusing on the conversation was the least of his problems at the moment.

III~XxXxX~III​

“And that is the plight of this Organization. A mere boy has succumbed to the power of Light and is using his weapon against us. All we wish is to hold our hearts in the palm of our hands, and cherish that moment when we can be whole again. But he believes that his way is the only way of doing things. Therefore, I ask of you this: What shall we do with him?”

“I say we string him up!”

“Just let him try to come up against us!”

“Kill him.”

The majority of the chaired figures nodded their heads in agreement to the later of the suggestions. Circling a small round room was thirteen all-white chairs of varying heights. Each one held a different person, but all of them bore the traditional midnight black cloak of their group.

“Leave him alone.”

Twelve heads perked their ears towards the speaker of the redundant comment. The one who had spoken out was none other than the youngest one among them. He was currently staring at the marble floor below, a distant look in his eyes. He had obviously been trying to lecture to no one other than himself. The fact that anyone had even heard him was a surprise. Usually no one paid any attention to the new guy.

“You want to run that by us again Number XIII?”

The sapphire eyes of the boy remained still, unflinching towards the members who were staring him down.

What the hell is he thinking?! The boy’s jade-eyed friend sat with his arms crossed. If he had tried to speak out against the higher members of the Organization, the punishment would have been almost instantaneous. Unfortunately, that was what his young comrade had just done.

“I said, why don’t we just leave him alone? It’s not like he can hurt us or anything.”

“Hmm, true,” retorted the high pitched voice of a female. Her blond hair spiked back in two sections, making it seem like she could impale any of her male companions in an instant.

“That gives you no right to speak over the Superior!”

“Patience Vexen, he has his personal opinion just as the rest of us do.” The ever-deepening tone of the group’s leader clanged against the other’s ears. His chair was elevated much higher than that of the rest, making it evident of his authority. “There may be some wisdom in the child’s comment. But, do not let overconfidence be our downfall. We still have work to do if we are to gain our objective. We are still an Organization, an Order of sorts, if you will.” The superior stood high in his chair to address the remainder of his seated disciples. “We are Organization XIII.”

III~XxXxX~III​

Kinda short, but like I said, I really do like this story. I'll try to post deviant pics that represent each chapter, but for now I hope you can live with just the written word.

I WILL be posting this story on fan-fiction. However, the story on fan-fiction will be and UN-EDITED version, therefore containing much more gory, bloody, whatever stuff in it than this version. This first chapter didn't have anything edited in it, so it's the same as the fan-fiction one. I will be posting the links for each fan-fiction chapter as they come out, so don't fret out not having the whole story and nothing but this PG version.

And I almost forgot to add my musical inspirations for this story. They are as follows:
Three Days Grace ~ Pain
Linkin Park ~ Crawling
Linkin Park ~ What I've Done
Blue Man Group ~ Persona

Each are a good listen and the lyrics really are a good description of Roxas as well as other characters.

 

Cool!! I like it! Could you give me the link for the fanfiction.net story? I would like to read the un-edited story.. Anyway, this story seems really interesting. Keep it up!:D:D

 

As I've said before, I love this story! I'm going to keep reading it on fanfiction just cuz I want to read the unedited version, but man oh man...great story. You rock, home-sis!

 

Awesome I'm glad that I read it.I'll tell my sister,Kitax,to read this.She loves Roxas.Great job and I hope to see the next chapter soon.

 

LIke I said before, Luving it! I can't wait til I reas the next chapter and I'll be sure to read the FF.net version too. :D

But, like I said, it's awesome!

 

Wow... Loved the description in this one, girl! =D

I can't wait for the next part!!! >D

*is about to EXPLODE with excitement*

 

Wow. This is very well written. The descriptions are perfect. =D

Keep up the good work!

 

I just read this again...

Is it just me, or does it seem like Roxas is a little...

What's the word...

Emo-ish?

 

Course! Here tis: http://www.fanfiction.net/secure/live_preview.php?storyid=3594587

The only reason why I didn't post the link for this chapter is because there's no difference this time around. However, the next chapter will be different between the KH-vids and the fanfiction one. Thanks for reading!

Thank you home-sis!!!

Kay, me too! Axel's my #1, but Roxas is up there too!

Alright! Thanks chicka!

Thanks! I hoped the descriptions would be the highlight of the story, well, except for Axel of course. ^-^

And don't explode! How will you be able to read the next chapter?!

Thanks! That's what I was going for!

Hmm...I guess you could say that. Actually, come to think of it, I think the maturity level of Roxas was boosted by about 500 points for this story. Therefore, the emo-ishness of teenagers is in their somewhere.

YAY!!! SHE READ IT AGAIN!!!

^-^

 

Woohoo!
I love it! It's awesome!
Not better than "The love of a Nobody", but it comes close. And anyway, everytime you update a story you get better, so nevermind! xD

Keep it up!

 

Ha! Thanks! I hope it comes close enough to rival "The Love of a Nobody". And trust me, this story gets friggin awesome in the future. And I'm the author! ^-^

 

I like it alot, and I'll keep reading it. :D:D:D

The only thing I have to say though, is that the descriptions are awesome. Almost too awesome. As I was reading some parts, I had to go back and re-read the sectance because there was so many great words crammed into one sentance. Sometimes, that can't be good, because as I was re-reading the once sentance, I completely forgot what the sentance before that one said, and I found myself having to re-read paragraphs. It happends alot when people are trying to try too hard.

The part when you decribed Axel was perfect. The words you used were great, and you added just enough to give me a more than clear picture in my mind. Remember, you want to give desriptions, but just enough so that the reader can imagine by themselves, if that makes any sense at all.

Keep it up! :p

*I'm just giving my opinion and advice, I'm not flaming your story and I'm not saying you have to write like I say*

 

keep up the great work.i loved the story and i can't wait to read the next chapter.

 

Omg, don't even worry about stuff like that! This is the kind of review I need! Stuff like this really helps me when I write the next section of each story. Thank you so much for your honesty! And the next section will be up here in a few minutes.

Thanks a lot! And I love your lil avy of a young Ienzo. He's just so dang cute!



READ AUTHOR"S NOTE FIRST!!!

Here's the next section, the beginning to hopefully a good story. I hope ya'll like. But, before I post the fanfiction.net link to the UN-EDITED version, I need to remind ya'll that reviews on both sites are appreciated. You don't have to be a member on ff.net to post a review, but I don't mind having them. Thanks for your support! And, I reccomend you DON'T read the un-edited version if you have a weak stomach. Either way, I'm sorry you faithful readers have to endure this hardship....

Fanfiction.net (UN-EDITED version, rated M for mature audiences)

Deviantart.com inspirational art (Note: this is a Yaoi fan-manga, and my story does not support nor use yaoi in any way. Click at your own risk.)

Roxas Has Returned
Ch. 1, Crime and Punishment​

Darkness.

The Abyss.

Eternal Nightfall.

Nothingness.

Blinded by a soft, pure black cloth and pinned to a brick-layered wall was the demise of Number XIII. His wrists were bound with iron-clad links, the metal biting into his skin and leaving a trail of blood in their wake. His ankles were shod underneath an unimaginable weight, leaving him incapable of any motions. His fair-haired head was held low as he arose from his slumber. Around his mouth lay a chained bar that kept him speechless. An icy wind blew over his bare body, tickling old wounds. He could feel the edge of his spine rubbing up against the hardened texture of solid stone.

Roxas had awakened.

Leaning up as much as he could without injuring himself, Roxas used nothing but his remaining senses to decipher the room he was in. Cold, wet, and somewhat angering were the scattered vibes he was receiving from his surroundings. His entire figure was nearly frozen from the lack of clothes. The clanging metal above and below him didn’t help the situation.

As much as he wished to believe that his being entrapped like this was no more than a cruel joke, something whispered to him that this was not the case. Every nerve in his body snapped.

“He’s just a kid! You can’t do this to him!”

“I won’t be doing anything. You will.”

“What?! Me?! There’s no way!”

“You’ll do it, or his death will be on your conscience.”

With whatever strength he had, Roxas pulled on his clattering chains but to no avail. He was trapped there, unless someone was going to come to his rescue. Small groans were released during his exhales. The rod that kept his mouth shut was starting to cut into his gums.

Anxiety took him over.

Roxas gripped the cufflinks as hard as he could, sweat draining out any other feeling he had at the moment. His chest heaved in frustration. Somehow, he had to get out of this. Screams from his mind were hurled at him continuously, making it obvious of the danger he was in. But who would do such a thing?

Footsteps.

Footsteps from the back of the room.

“He left us. You must carry out the punishment.”

“No! I said I won’t do it!”

“And I said you will. Or would you like to explain to the Superior why a weakling like you isn’t suitable to fight? Let alone take out a fellow member.”

The padded footing of boots echoed in the distance. Roxas instantly perked up at the sudden noise. His current position still wouldn’t let him sit up as much as he would’ve liked, but he still could lift his head just enough to hear better. His blinded vision scanned the cave but the footsteps had stopped already. Roxas judged that they were very near to him. An eerie silence followed.

Then, the footsteps started again, heading right for him. They steadily became louder, and louder until they had stopped again. The breath of another being fell upon Roxas’s bare skin.

Fingernails grinded into his face as the barrier between him and his speech was wrenched loose. The bar was gone. The teen gave way to coughing from the lack of oxygen. Still, the silence continued…

Until he spoke.

“Roxas…”

That voice. That level of power. This warmth…

It was him.

The boy sputtered out his words.

“Axel? What the heck’s going on?!”

No mind in the world could comprehend the stillness between boy and man. No mind in the world could understand this pitiful representation of a friendship. The calm that surrounded them was both hurtful and spiteful at the same time.

Roxas was bewildered beyond reason at the events unfolding in front of his still blinded eyes. Confusion littered his thoughts like the plague. No where in his thoughts could he figure out why this was happening to him. He was chained like a dog and helpless to defend himself. The sweat dripping down his face seemed to him like rain drops that fueled his adrenaline. It was a heart-wrenching site to behold.

“Roxas…I…”

“What do you think you’re doing? Get me out of this!”

No answer. Nothing but the echo of meaningless words.

“Axel?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Huh? For what?” Roxas had no clue. He had no idea…

Of what was coming.

PAIN.

ANGER.

HATE.

BETRAYEL.

PAIN.

Roxas screamed out with every fiber of his nonexistent being. His face contorted into the worst expression of rage and pain possible to a Nobody. The length of his suffering seemed everlasting. He could hardly breathe from the incomprehensible agony.

And it wasn’t over.

Number XIII’s body was being mutilated with each strike. Roxas had the pleasure of not knowing his method of torture, but Axel knew. The older man’s tears streaked down the side of his face, his weeping apparent to those sitting on the sidelines, watching this exhibition. The cat-o-nine-tails in his hand loosed over the teen’s frail figure every few seconds, and each time it did, Axel’s fake heart broke a little more. He didn’t even care that the rest of the Organization was observing this entire event; all he cared about was how much he was hurting his friend.

Axel watched in horror as Roxas’s upper and lower body split open with painful wounds. His screams resonated with the entire cave, coming back every now and then to haunt the older man’s miserable ears. Nothing was comparable to the sight.

Roxas screamed again…

And again…

And again.

Every swing of the whip brought more anguish upon Roxas’s body. He grinded his teeth as the tears of distress and pain flooded down his cheeks. Axel’s own posture was failing, his body giving way from his grief.

“Enough.”

Roxas had no where to go. This was the end of the road for him; he was sure of it. Death awaited in his near future, looming faithfully. He could feel the sticky fluids running down his chest and legs until it pooled down below him; the blood, sweat, and tears of a Nobody.

“He has had a sufficient amount for today, Number VIII. You have done well.”

That voice. Roxas knew it. There was no mistaking it. It’s deep tone, its level of authority…

The Superior.

All of Roxas’s pain boiled into nothing but pure hatred at Axel, the Superior, and the Organization. At everything.

Unfortunately for him, the tears kept coming, like small stars falling out of the sky, but with no where to go except the ground below.

“You don’t know why we’re doing this, do you?”

Roxas didn’t speak. He couldn’t speak. How could anyone expect him to do so after such an ordeal?

“You will soon find out that betraying our Organization has its disadvantages. Come Number VIII.”

Axel was reluctant to even leave the room. He took a gloved hand and wiped away the remaining tears on his face. He gazed in Roxas’s direction. Visions of pure innocence surrounded his body, with the exceptino of the newly torn skin. The backslashes of the whip crisscrossed the boy’s chest, like a horrid chess game. His figure shivered from the relinquished pain. Axel’s own body trembled from the thought of what he had just done.

Roxas mind was wiped of all belief that the Organization would ever do something like this. His reasoning was beyond doubt and had crossed the line into idiocy. Even Axel, the one whom he had once called a confident, had deceived him in the most abhorrent way.

There was no one left he, Roxas, Number XIII, could trust.

“So,” continued that hated voice of the Superior, the leader, Number I of the reviled Organization XIII. His detestable laugh raised Roxas’s hatred for him as it made its way into the room. “Nobodies can bleed after all.”

 

Page pwn.

This was so dark... ;~;

And sad...

*huggles Roxy*

 

WOW!! Really cool chapter.. A bit dark, but really awsome!! I can't wait for more of this story!!

 

*squishys Roxy* ^-^

I know, I know, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to be so sad...But if I didn't do it, the next chapters wouldn't have any real meaning....

Thanks! Trust me, this story is going to HUGE.

I think....If I keep at it like this, it will definately get upwards of around 30 chapters. And yeah, I'm being serious. >D

 

This is AWESOMENESS ON A STICK! (sry, i like saying that alot :))

But srly, you write a GREAT torture fic! :D

I'm reading your one on Fanfiction too :)

Great chapter! I look forward to reading more :D

 

Really? 30 chapters? Well, then, I'm sure we will get a bit of everything in this story!

 

WHEEHA!! THANKS!!!

*ish still not worthy* ^-^

Yeah, I'm crazy like that. Thanks!