A/N: I grew bored and just wrapepd it up quickly. I didn't know how to end it. >.< Yeah, I just wrote this because I thought that Ansem would need a little thinking time and stuff. I refer to him as DiZ in the fanfic because he was called "DiZ" around that point of the game. If this fanfic is close to anything else's out on another site or something, I'm sorry. I do not mean it to be copied or anything. I simply wrote it over the span of three very boring weeks. Story: Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. The scratching of a quill was loud and insistent throughout its entire journey. A dip into the small well of ink, making a soft SLURP as it did. Then, it was transferred over to pause above the paper, ink dripping out of it to make the rhythmic DRIP DRIP. It was finally placed on the paper as the person who controlled the quill wrote his thoughts down, making loud SCRATCHes as it did so. “Diz...” The man —Diz— looked up from his work, frowning as he regarded the intruder. A man dressed in a black trench coat, its hood pulled up so that it obscured his face. “How can I help you?” he asked. His voice was that of a person who was well educated, almost producing a schoolroom like feel. Amber eyes examined the cloaked man, a frown starting to appear on his lips. “I was just wondering on how Sora is,” the cloaked man said, shuffling with unease. The frown on Diz’s face came more pronounced. “You are worried about the boy’s welfare,” he said, nodding. “How very touching. But, you can ask Namine about that.” Without another word, Diz lowered his head again and continued to scratch away at the paper. The cloaked man left without a word, quickly walking out of the room as if Diz was the devil himself. Minutes passed before Diz sighed and placed his quill down on the table, rubbing his hands as he examined the long passage he had written. No, not another report like the many he had written. He was done with those. The passage was simply just his thoughts on his current archenemy, Organization XIII. Here I am again, writing yet another paper on my observations and studies of this Organization XIII. I do not know what compels me to write about them. Perhaps it is the fact that they are Nobodies, the only strong-hearted Nobodies that exist at the current time. Perhaps it’s the fact they remind me so much of my past experiments with the heart and its fabled power. Or perhaps it is the only remainder of my six foolish apprentices. Xehanort. The most ambitious of all six of them. He was a stranger when I found him, but he bonded quickly with the other six apprentices. He became somewhat of their ringleader, controlling them like dogs. I assume this current ability has carried over when he became a Nobody. He is their master, strong and powerful. The master that holds the leashes of all twelve other dogs, making them do whatever you want them to do. You are the very man who stole my identify, my research, everything. You erased me from the world, stealing my name and making it your own. Xemnas. My own name anagramed, with an X in it. My name no longer is the word that many people speak in awe and respect. No. Now, they say it like its a vulgar word, something never ever meant to exist. Perhaps it fits you now, Xemnas. You along with your order of Nobodies were never meant to exist. Braig. Perhaps not as book smart as Xehanort or Even, but certainly street smart. You never studied, but acted more like a delivery boy for the other five apprentices. I do not know what possessed me to hire you. Perhaps it was the fact you could effectively knock out a Heartless with those guns of yours. Of course, there was that one time where you missed, and the Heartless decided to take your eye and give you a scar. Now, you have changed your name from Braig to Xigbar, the second member of the accursed Organization. Although second in rank, you never had a chance to play Second-in-Command. Obviously, Xehanort’s Nobody kept another sense to not appoint such a laid back person like you. Dilan. Although not as strong as Eleaus, you were nearly. You stood out strongly with your dreadlocks and braids, which many other boys considered, “Girly.” You studied far better then Briag, but not as good as Xehanort. When you changed your name to Xaldin from Dilan and adopted six lances as your weapon, I was surprised. You never showed any skill with so many weapons, and I’m surprised you still have your hair. Nobodies must be far stronger then regular humans. Or so my hypothesis says. Even. You were the best of the bunch. You kept Braig, Dilan, and Xehanort as mere acquaintances, staying with your other two original friends; Ienzo and Eleaus. You quickly learned and studying harder then the others, you made a fine addition in the laboratory. You knew almost everything there was, and you listened when I taught unlike the other apprentices. As a Nobody with the name Vexen, you were not the best adapt in violence, using a shield instead. When I learned that you were destroyed by that boy, Sora, I felt no pity. You are simply yet another Organization member that craves for what they lost. It was yours and the other five apprentices’ fault. Eleaus. The silent of the group. You rarely said anything and kept by Ienzo’s side like a bodyguard. You never really took part in studies, but simply helped out handling with the experiments, doing most of the menial work like transferring experiments in-between apprentices. You fell into the darkness by following Ienzo. That boy was your downfall, like he had been when you were apprentices. He ordered you on an obvious suicide mission, and your loyalty to him blinded you from seeing what uselessness the mission was. People shall only remember you by your destroyed tombstone. Lexaeus, the Silent Hero. Ienzo, the schemer of the six apprentices. You never got your hands dirty, but simply manipulated another apprentice into doing your work. Your faithful little bodyguard was always there to protect you, so you barely ever felt the true feeling of pain. When you confronted Riku, determined to get him as your ally so you could destroy Marluxia, you were easily overpowered. You underestimated the boy, thinking he was weaker then he actually was. Like Eleaus, you shall only be remember by your tombstone. The Cloaked Schemer, Zexion. Diz lifted the paper, squinting in the candlelight to read his own writing. The passage explained on how his own apprentices were like. A group of mismatched children that fell into darkness. Simple as that. From the spot on though, he went into the Organization’s neophytes; Numbers VII to XIII. He didn’t know what their past lives were like, but simply on how they behaved. Saix. You are the unofficial Second-in-Command to the Organization. You are the dog with the golden collar, trotting by your master’s side proudly. You act cold and calm around other people, thinking that everyone will follow your orders. You know not the fact that you are replaceable to Xemnas. You are ignorant to this fact, for you think that there is only one man that is like you and Xemans can’t bear to lose you. But really, you can die and Xemnas wouldn’t even blink. You can die, and no one would care. Saix, the ignorant second-in-command. Axel, the prankster. You and your other two cohorts, Demyx and Roxas, are the jokesters of the Organization. You are also the spy and the assassin, sent out to gather information and kill those who get in the Organization’s way. You use to work side by side with Saix, before something caused a rift in-between you two, making you the well known enemies of each other. Is it because that Xemnas favors you almost as much as Saix, and Saix sees that as a threat to his position? Or is it something else? Without your past, that is a mystery to me. Demyx. Axel’s part-time partner in crime. I don’t know how you stayed in the Organization for so long. You are one of the worst fighters of the Organization, and certainly a trouble causer. Keeping the Organization up with your horrible sitar playing, unable to just scout and steal a simple coin. I do not know why my foolish apprentice would keep an even more foolish person like you. Perhaps it is the fact that when you are angered, you show large spurts of power and control of your element, making you dangerous. I shall look further into this interesting subject. Luxord. You’re potent in fighting and keeping the Organization occupied in your card games. Your attacks are rather... amusing at most. Turning your foes into cards and dice. A rather interesting trait, although not the most desirable for your enemy. Marluxia, the leader of the rebellious Organization members. You claim that your overall pinkness is simply “manly”. Pink is a color of vileness, and it suits your perfectly. Plotting behind your Superior’s back, grouping together other Organization members to follow through your little scheme. Using the memory witch —Namine— to smooth the path of thorns and rocks before you stepped upon it. I do not know on how Vexen came to join in on this plan, or why neither Zexion or Lexaeus reported to the Superior. I suppose it is pride. The sickening virus of pride that preys on everyone. Larxene. As the only female of the Organization, you are constantly made fun off. You flirt, you giggle, your amuse the men. It is only to gain power for yourself. Although you never truly used your feminine traits to get what you want, you used enough of them just to get yourself a small bit of respect. You are sadistic and cruel, torturing mercilessly and darkly. Your past must have been turbulent, for you came to the Organization in this state. I shall never know, for you are dead, like your comrade; Marluxia. Roxas, the Key to Destiny. Your title truly does show what you are. You are Sora’s other side, the side that balances him out. While Sora is happy and cheerful, your are more serious and pessimistic. Your two Keyblades —Oathkeeper and Oblivion— show your sides. Light and dark, with twilight between them. You are powerful, not knowing your own strengths. But, as Sora’s last side, Sora needs you to awaken. He needs you to finally become whole, with all of his powers intact. He needs you to come and join with him, letting him finally awaken and become one of the many cogs in my clock of revenge. Roxas, the other side. DiZ sighed and folded up the sheet of paper. That was enough writing for now. Perhaps he would finish up his thought chain later... Fin.
I should have read this sooner but, i was focused on your other story.:) I liked it.:) It was very creative,i wanted to read more but i realized there was only 1 part so yeah, anyways that was very good:D
Very deep. Not much humor at all; this one's more serious. I think it's still there, the humor's just a little more subtle. I loved your comment on Dilan's hair XD
Your writting style is fine and the detail is wonderful. I can see you put much thought into this and I spotted almost no mistakes. Well done, I enjoyed this.
