Roxas Has Returned...

I knew I should've replied to this sooner....but I left you a review on FF.net! =D

awesome as always! ^^

 

That's okay chicka, I still wuv you! And I did read your other review, so thanks!

 

YAY!!!! And thanks for the review on my fic on FF.net. ^^

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Of course!! You're very welcome!!!

 

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Sorry, but it looks like your post screwed up. Try posting again, but thanks posting anyway.

 

Ugh, I didn't get to post sooner....

That was really nice. Your descriptions were flawless this time around. Your really able to create a strong mood in the story =D. Keep them up, I wanna read everything else you can throw out here! =DDD

 

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it this time around. I tried to keep it moderately descripted but remain PG as well. My un-edited version is really detail orientated.

 

This chapter was originally going to be much longer, but I didn't think I'd have time before I went on vacation this weekend (don't worry, it's only for a couple days). But here it is, and since there wasn't much R-rated about it, it wasn't edited. Enjoy. And I apologize, but my Love of a Nobody story won't be updated till next week when I get back.

Roxas Has Returned
Ch. 3 (Part 1), Why?​

“The boy endured longer than expected.”

“Indeed. It seems his stamina has increased as well. It’s an improvement; especially since the other boy has been destroyed.”

“Mmm.”

With slow paces, several members of the XIIIth Order cascaded through the silent halls of The World That Never Was. A few of them had made their way back to what they called “personal living quarters”, but were nothing more than assigned rooms. Each had their reasons for leaving the main group. But these ones had been discussing the predicament of a single member in particular. Number XIII.

“Is the Superior going to let him live?”

“I’m not sure Zexion. He may just kill him and get it over with, but I doubt he’d let a keyblade-wielder slip through his fingers so easily. There’s too much at stake with Number XIII around.” The man who had spoken flicked his thick fingers through his short blonde hair. Earrings of all shapes and sizes made their way around the curve of his ears. His gentle, English accent couldn’t be mistaken.

“Do you mean to say that the Superior is going to keep torturing him like this?”

“Torture? That’s a fairly accusing word, Number VI.” A man of equal stature, extremely tall compared to some of the others, brought down heavy words. His tone of voice was even heavier. Dreadlocks of the blackest kind came up around his bulky jaw line or were held up in a wrapping ponytail, swishing back and forth behind him as he walked.

Silence reverberated back and forth between the distinct Nobodies for quite some time. None of the other members wanted to go against Xaldin’s comment, yet each of them were feeling a slight resentment at not doing so.

The result of not speaking caused many of them to turn corners and head off to their own respective places. After a while, only one was left, still strutting through the dungeon-like hallways, mystified by the sign that haunted every wall, every door, and every one of them; the sign of the Nobody.

The Cloaked Schemer held his chin in his hand and pondered over the days events. He didn’t necessarily agree with the chosen form of punishment laid down on Number XIII, but he did understand the Superior’s reasoning up to a point. Yet, there was still the matter of the child being no more than fifteen years old, and weak enough as it is. He should never have had to go through this so young, or even as an adult. Now, the boy had to endure so much more than what he bargained for.

Still, I suppose it must be done, in order for the Superior to maintain a level of authority. But why would he do it so harshly?

Zexion, the mastermind behind many of the Organization’s plots and schemes, was feeling a small amount of doubt in the Superior’s leadership.

“Zexion.”

The Nobody, still wandering in his thoughts, looked up to see yet another member of Organization XIII standing in his line of sight. Long, dull blonde hair fell down the sides of his skinny face, his eyes a piercing green.

“Vexen.”

“Zexion, the Superior has asked me to relay an order to you.”

“What is it?”

“You are to heal the prisoner.”

“What? Why would he ask me to do something like that?”

“Would you like to ask the Superior and find out?”

“…No.”

“Then I suggest you follow his orders.”

“Wait, Vexen. Why aren’t you doing this? You specialize in this arena; not me.”

“I do not question those who are higher than I am, Number VI. I suggest you do the same.”

III~XxXxX~III

After Zexion had cleaned out the supply closet of all his needed materials, the man made his way down intertwining hallways towards the room where Number XIII was being held. He continued to wonder where this Organization was going, why it was falling apart so easily. Zexion had always been a thinker on levels higher than anyone could imagine. His mind nit-picked at the littlest things, and it was those things that usually saved his life. Now, his thoughts were focused on the matter at hand. He analyzed the details, ins and outs, and every element within this affair. None of it made sense to him.

The massive marble gate before him wove intricate designs, each representing the symbol of the Nobody. Zexion only had to stand in front of the door in order for it to move silently out of his way, opening up to a dark, damp room. Number XIII lay somewhere within.

To his surprise, the boy was laying on top of a hospital-like bed in the middle of the room, his limbs held down by solid, leather straps, tightly binding his wrists and ankles especially. The blindfold he had been previously wearing was still there, still withholding the privilege of sight. A weightless and purely white blanket covered the lower half of his body. A bright light, possibly from the moon above the city, bore down on them both.

Number XIII’s injuries were beyond killing him, but were still gruesome to look upon. Lashes flew across the boy’s body with ease, like a ragged jigsaw puzzle. Blood had caked onto his skin yet but some of it still flowed vigorously. Bruises from previous endeavors discolored his frail form all the more. The boy’s face had even degraded from a lively tan shade to a ghostly white.

Zexion stared at the child. He thought he felt a small glimmer of compassion come from somewhere in his mind, but he dismissed it quickly. Nobodies didn’t feel anything. Compassion was a human emotion, impossible for someone like him to have.

Opening up the small medical kit, Zexion prepared suave, painkillers, bandages, and his stitching tools for a long, tiresome undertaking.

III~XxXxX~III

Time appeared to fly by within the dark caresses of the cave. The Cloaked Schemer felt as if he had been working for hours on end. But, as most healers knew, once a job had begun, it couldn’t be stopped until the subject was completely out of harm’s way.

Wiping away a slip of sweat from off of his forehead, Zexion continued his work. All the while, his thoughts gave way to hundreds of questions. They all spun evil webs in the depths of his intricate mind. Usually, Zexion had no problem figuring out why the Superior would give out these strange orders, but with this, he still didn’t have a clue.

Using the medical scissors in his kit, he cut the access material of a metallic string. Tying it down with firm knot, this marked the eighth lash stitched up on Number XIII’s body.

No one at the castle knew the meaning of exasperating work until they overtook this type of career. Even then, they wouldn’t care to do it in the first place.

Zexion did in fact wonder how the other members were taking this situation. Did they agree? Or did they exceedingly oppose? It was all a mystery in and of itself. Especially, Zexion questioned how one Nobody in particular was withstanding the entire affair.

Number VIII.

 

YAY!! Chapter 3!! This story is really cool!! I've read it in ff.net, but forgot to leave a comment..
You made it seem like we were actually seing and hearing Zexion thinking!! You really did a great job! I can't wait for the next chapter!

 

Oh noes! I got here too late! ;~;

CURSE YOU! D< *fakety throttles*

Well, I'm sad to hear that you'll be gone, Twi, but have a good time, alright? ^-^

*can't wait to see where this is going*

 

It's great!!!

It's Vexen's eyes green though? Anyways....I luved it and I can't wait to read the rest of this part! =D

 

Thank you! That's what I was going for!

Aw, that's okay! I don't care! I'm just happy you commented! ^_^

Don't worry, I'll be back Monday. Hopefully with an update for the Love of a Nobody and this story.

Trust me, even I don't know where this story's going. I have so many ideas, it'll be hard to put them all in there. But, I'll find a way. You know I will!

 

Yeah - I know that feeling... *had the same problem for "XIII Six Flags" and that other one we're doing together*

khchick55: Oh yeah... Vexen's eyes ARE green, aren't they...?

 

Oh. Crap.

*runs off to fix*

Once again. CRAP!!! *runs FASTER*

Hee! We rock don't we? YOU ROCK HARDER THOUGH!!! :noworries:

 

Undeniable proof that you pwn me.

 

hahahah I know I'm the best of the best of the best! =PPPPPP


Great story, keep it up

 

Aw, Foxxie! You are too cool! Thanks! *mega-hugglez*

Thank you, and trust me, I will!

 

Chapter 4

This part isn't the second half to the previous chapter, but it is, instead, from Axel's point of view. You have no idea how rediculously hard it was to write this, but I did have fun doing it. Much thanks to my awesome proofer and best friend *Oblivion* for helping me out with my depressed writing. The next chapter will be the second half to "Why?", so be patiant. Roxas will soon be able to speak his mind...^-^

And I'm sorry this is so late! But there's no un-edited version this time because there wasn't much in here that absolutely HAD to be taken out.

And yes, this one is very dark, much more so than the second chapter. Axel begins to question how Nobodies truly die in the first place....Enjoy!

I will try my hardest not to be late with my next chapter, but I've been officially grounded for buying Dirge of Cerberus without permission, so it might be late, but it'll still be good. I promise!

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Musical Inspiration: Flyleaf ~ I'm So Sick

Roxas Has Returned
Ch. 4, Thoughts on Death​

A weighty sadness hung in the air like a fog after the storm.

The castle walls felt like a prison. No, they were a prison.

Nothing, no being in the world could comprehend the decaying life of Axel, Number VIII of the Organization.

He felt like he was fading fast. His fake heart was destroying him, killing him…

Slowly.

The binding hands of Death clouded his mind, entrapping him in thoughts of his own suicide.

He just wanted to die.

He wanted to be rid of all this pain welling up inside him.

He had no real reason to live.

Roxas would never forgive him.

Ever.

The question Axel pondered now was…

Did Nobodies really die?

A non-existent being, one that was never meant to truly exist at all, would just merely fade away? What happened after that?

The Superior had once spoken of a popular belief the humans of the outside world held dear:

The Afterlife.

It was where the soul of a dissipating body could flee to for sanctuary. But did Nobodies even have souls?

…No. Something like that is only meant to give hope to those who are afraid of death. It just isn’t possible...

Holding his head in his hands, Axel grieved. There was no hope for him, for any Nobodies. Once a Nobody had died, there was nothing left to hold onto.

And Axel was dying from the inside out.

“You’re taking this much better than I thought you would.â€

Destroying the calm air, Demyx had already overstayed his welcome. Axel didn’t even acknowledge his presence except with a small twitch of his annoyed fingers.

‘Knocking’ obviously didn’t exist in Number IX’s vocabulary.

“There’s a reason why I closed the door.â€

“Yeah, I know. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. It must have been hard doing that to your friend.â€

Several poignant nerves had been struck. “I’m fine. Now leave.â€

“You’re a bad liar, man.â€

“I said get out.â€

Axel’s words may have been calm but they were laved with an icy disposition. Demyx was prompted to inquire further, but decided against it. Maybe, the young Nobody thought, he just needs to be left alone.

Before leaving the room, the Melodious Nocturne turned back to gaze upon what he used to know as a friend.

The man’s usually encouraging face had disintegrated into nothing more than a pale reflection. His once motivated jade eyes were now distant, cold, and unfeeling. His entire persona emanated with an unbearable loneliness. It didn’t take much to realize just how much pain Axel was really in. It was no secret that he and Number XIII had shared a close bond, but Demyx didn’t know just how close they really were. What he did know is that that friendship was eating Axel up inside. It was the reason for his suffering.

How could someone like me ever help him?

III~XxXxX~III​

Although he had indeed been comforted by Demyx’s consideration, it did next to nothing in cheering him up. Slowly but surely, Axel could feel his life force being drained out of him. Somehow, he knew that his last thoughts would be filled with nothing but regret. Lashes of hate engulfed his mind, eroding away at his fake heart.

Unbeknownst to him, fiery gold eyes watched Axel from afar, studying his frail nature.

Soundlessly, a gate to the darkness appeared in a far corner of the room. Striking, whip-like pieces of black nothingness escaped from the door only to be sucked back in moments later. Not a single fragment of light could stain such an ominous void.

A black-coated man stepped out of the shadows, only to stare down at the pathetic excuse of a Nobody lying before him.

“Do you not understand? The pain you feel is irrelevant. Why do you try so hard? Toying with your fake emotions will not ease your sorrow. Accept that fact.â€

Finally, Axel raised his spiked head to face his intruder, thundering hate blazing in his eyes. Despite the figure’s hood covering his face, Axel could still recognize the emotionless voice emerging from the darkness. It belonged to one person and one alone. No other Nobody in the Organization had such a careless and unfeeling tone.

Saix, the Luna Diviner.

With a single flick of the wrist, Number VII revealed the passive expression of his scarred face. The neon, cerulean color of his hair made him stand out easily, but the massive ‘X’ in the middle of his pale features was what defined him. Saix, a berserker among the Organization, was none too friendly with anyone. Axel was no exception.

“What a meaningless effort. You call Number XIII your friend, yet you haven’t even tried to see him after his ordeal. How can someone like you be an entitled companion?â€

Axel’s hate pushed his adrenaline even farther up the scale. Saix knew this.

He had been waiting for it.

“You’ll never be that boy’s friend. I doubt he even trusts you anymore. In fact, I guarantee it.â€

“Shut-up!â€

“Oh, finally a reaction.â€

“You’re the ones who made me do that to him!â€

“And you blame us for an order you carried out with your own hands?â€

“Yes!â€

“Hmph. Typical.†The berserker held back his own anger until it was the right time. He was known for his impressive strength, not when he was in this impure human form, but when his body took on a new appearance, gaining the power of the moon. “The darkness is fueling your energy. Are you hoping it will overtake you, so you can be rid of this fake pain? How pathetic.â€

“Why you sick son-of-a-!†Axel couldn’t finish. He wasn’t even allowed to move. The revolving spikes of a claymore were only mere centimeters away from his face, with Saix at the helm. Fear had brushed Axel’s mind for a split second, but was immediately overcome by determined rage.

“You believe in this so-called friendship, don’t you? Then understand this: a punishment is all the more severe when it is dealt out by a friend. You now know why the Superior chose you in carrying out the order. No one else had such a connection to Number XIII. And no one else would be in such a pitiable state afterwards. To tell you the truth, it’s slightly amusing.â€

The temptations of pounding Saix into the floor held Axel’s subconscious intact. Fighting those feelings was difficult, but not unbearable. A small spark of fire had lit inside of his balled up fists, reflecting just how torn up he actually was.

“His next beating is in the morning. I suggest you prepare yourself.†Axel’s eyes popped open. Again?! Roxas couldn’t handle another nightmare like his previous one, and neither could Axel. With intense eyes, he watched the Luna Diviner lower his weapon, and leave the room nonchalantly.

A revolution struck him.

I have to get him out of here.

III~XxXxX~III​

 

Yummy =P

I've written in Axel's point-of-view before, and if you want to make it good, it could be challenging, yet fun. I feel your pain.

You wrote this really good, and you made Saix the evil Axel-hating ugly face person he is. Good job! =D