Chapter 6: A Decision Is Made

 

As the members made their way to the meeting table in the adjacent room, Vexen pulled three members aside. They were Lexaeus, Zexion, and a man with black hair pulled back in a dreadlock-like fashion.“We can’t let that girl into the Organization,” Vexen told them. He seemed to be very anxious.“And why is that?” asked Zexion, knowing Vexen would give him a detailed answer.

“There are already enough neophytes,” Vexen answered. “If she joins, we’ll be outnumbered!”

“That’s true,” said the black-haired man. “But I doubt Xemnas will see it our way.”

“May I inquire as to why, Xaldin?” Vexen asked.

“Xemnas believes that we need as much help as we can get.” Xaldin replied. “There’s no way he’s going to object to welcoming a new member.”

“That’s true,” said Lexaeus. “However, I doubt she would effectively aid our cause.”

“So it’s settled them,” said Vexen with a smile. The four of them separated and walked to their seats.

Once the last member sat down, Xemnas stood up and cleared his throat, giving everyone a moment to quiet down.

“Attention everyone,” Xemnas began. “As you know, there is a girl outside who wishes to join the Organization. We are taking a vote, a simple yes or no from each of you, to determine whether or not she will join us.”

“That’s a good plan and all, Xemnas, but what if there’s a tie?” asked the man next to him.

He had long brown hair with gray streaks pulled back into a ponytail. He had multiple scars on his face and an eye patch over his right eye.

“Good question, Xigbar,” Xemnas replied. “If there is a tie, here’s what will happen. I have put all of our names in this coffee cup. Whoever’s name I draw will lose their vote. Does that answer your question?”

“Yes,” said Xigbar. “Thanks.”

“Alright then,” said Xemnas. “I say yes. We can always use the help. What about you, Xigbar?”

“Heck yes, she’s hot!” Xigbar answered. Everybody groaned.

“God, is that ALL you ever think about?” Asked Vexen angrily, narrowing his eyes.

“Aww…come on, Vexie,” said Xigbar with a smile. “You know you agree with me.”

“Ahem…Moving on,” Xemnas interjected sternly. “Xaldin, what about you?”

“I say no,” answered Xaldin. “She really doesn’t look the part.”

“Aww…come on, Xaldin,” said Xigbar. “Don’t judge a book by its cover.”

“Excuse me, but if I recall correctly, didn’t you base your decision ENTIRELY on looks?” asked Xaldin, clearly annoyed.

“Well, yeah, but…Damn it!!” Xigbar replied.

“Guys!” Xemnas shouted. “Focus! Vexen, what’s your decision.”

“I vote no,” answered Vexen. “She seems very immature. She’s not cut out for this.”

“No,” said Lexaeus. “She doesn’t seem strong enough. I can sense the weakness in her.”

I say no,” Zexion announced. “I agree with Xaldin.”

“I also say no,” said Saïx. “What benefit would we receive if she joined?”

“Well I say yes,” said Axel. “I think she’d be a great addition. She might spice things up around here.”

“I say yes too,” Demyx announced. “She seems pretty strong, and we haven’t seen all she can do yet.”

I also say yes,” said a man with short blonde hair. “I agree with Axel and Demyx.”

“Thank you, Luxord.” said Axel with a smile.

I say no,” said the next man. His shoulder-length hair was a shade of light rose. “I completely agree with Saïx.”

“Thank you, Marluxia,” said Saïx, casting a satisfying smirk toward Axel. Axel responded by nonchalantly flipping him off.

“I say yes,” announced the girl next to Marluxia. She had shoulder-length blonde hair with two antennae-like strands sticking out on the sides. “I’m so tired of being the only girl.”

“Really, Larxene?” asked Xemnas “You’ve never mentioned that before.”

“What are the results, Xemnas?” asked Xigbar eagerly. “Come on, tell us!”

“If my calculations are correct,” Xemnas began. “We have a tie,”

“WHAT?!” shouted the other members in unison.

“Calm down,” said Xemnas. “I’m going to pick a name. Remember, if your name is picked, your vote becomes invalid.”

Xemnas slowly pulled a name from the coffee cup. He wanted build up as much suspense as possible. After the tension had risen, Xemnas unfolded the slip of paper.

“Vexen,” Xemnas began. He could see Vexen’s face turn pale. “You lose your vote. Kisara is now a member of the Organization.”

The moment Xemnas had finished, the room erupted in conversation. Vexen clenched his hands into fists and could feel his tension rising.

Lexaeus leaned over and spoke into Vexen’s ear. “Don’t tell me you didn’t have a backup plan,” he said with a smile. Vexen tightened his fists.

“Xemnas, I have a request,” announced Vexen in a sudden outburst.

“What is it, Vexen?” asked Xemnas curiously. He had expected that Vexen would have at least one more trick up his sleeve.

“Because the votes were so close,” Vexen began. “What do you say to giving Kisara one more test?”

Chapter 5: Regrettable Truths And Anticipation

The office was much bigger than Kisara had thought. It was like a large, white meeting room. Books lined the walls from floor to ceiling. On the right side of the room there was a closed door, and on the left side of the room there was a large desk with a large leather chair. In that chair was a muscular man in a long black coat. He had silver hair that was a bit shorter than mid-back.“Miss Kisara, I presume,” he said with a smile. He pointed to a chair in front of him. “Please, sit down.”

Kisara sank slowly into the chair. She wasn’t sure if she liked him or not. Something about him seemed a bit strange.

“The others tell me you wish to join the Organization,” said the man.

“That is correct, sir,” Kisara replied. She kept her eyes focused on him. She was serious, and she wanted him to see that.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” said the man suddenly. “I am Xemnas, the leader of the Organization.”

“I figured as much,” Kisara replied, staring into his piercing amber eyes.

“Alright then,” Xemnas began. “I am going to ask you some questions. To make this as painless as possible, there will only be a few.”

“Ok, shoot,” said Kisara. She was ready for anything he threw at her.

“Why do you want to join the Organization.” he asked. He was examining every inch of her.

“Simple,” Kisara answered. “I want a heart. I want to be a whole person.”

“Good,” said Xemnas, running his fingers through his hair. “What do you have to offer us? What are your skills?”

“Well, I’m a pretty good fighter,” Kisara began. “And I’m fairly skilled in magic. Symbology, Runeology, you name it.”

“Good, good.” said Xemnas. “How would you describe your style?”

“I have a style all my own,” Kisara replied.

Xemnas’ lips curved up slightly. “Originality is a good thing,” he began. “Just make sure it doesn’t get you into trouble.”

“Yes, sir,” said Kisara slowly. She was not entirely sure what he meant by saying that.

“Final question,” said Xemnas. “Have you had any previous allegiances?” He was surprised when he did not receive an immediate answer.

Kisara had averted her gaze to the floor, unsure of what to say. She had had a previous allegiance, but it wasn’t something she really wanted to talk about.

“Have you ever heard of Jenova, The Calamity From the Skies?” she asked, keeping her eyes focused on the floor.

“Yes,” Xemnas replied, unsure of why she was avoiding the question. “Didn’t she have an apprentice named Civvanehk or something?”

Kisara repositioned herself in her chair. “I never liked that name.” she began. “I always told her to call me Kisara, but she wouldn’t listen.”

Xemnas eyes widened and he was silent for a moment. He found it hard to believe that the girl facing him had once been a merciless killer.

“Alright then,” he said, making an effort to change the subject quickly. “We’re done.”

“Does that mean I’m in?” asked Kisara, beginning to stand up.

“Well, no,” Xemnas replied. Kisara sunk back into the chair. “I will call the other members to vote, and if the result is in your favor, you will be the newest member of the Organization.”

“Awesome!” shouted Kisara, jumping out of the chair.

“I wouldn’t be celebrating yet.” said Xemnas, taking on a serious tone. “The other members are very smart. They will take everything into account before they make their decision, if they haven’t already.”

“Oh, okay.” said Kisara quietly, all of her enthusiasm diminished.

Xemnas walked over to the door. “Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” Kisara replied. Xemnas opened the door, and both of them stepped into the hallway.

The other twelve members lined the hallway. Axel caught sight of Kisara and smiled. Kisara returned the gesture.

‘Man, he has a nice smile,’ she thought to herself as she walked past the other members.

With a few words to the others, Xemnas led the members into the meeting room, closing the door after them. The voting was about to begin.

Chapter 4: Conversations, Meetings, Drawings, And Sporks

After losing all the patience she ever had, Kisara decided to take a look around. She was walking down the hallway, not paying attention, when suddenly, she ran into something and fell over. When she looked up, she saw that she had bumped into a rather large man with short, light red hair. She quickly brushed herself off and scrambled to her feet.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!” said Kisara nervously. When she didn’t receive a response, she held out her hand. “My name’s Kisara.”

“Hmph.” grunted the man, and he stomped off down the hallway.

“Oh It’s ok, Kisara.” said Kisara to herself, mimicking the man. “It’s my fault that you fell over, and it’s my fault that I’m such a big, fat, non-social MORON!”

At that moment, she heard movement. She was afraid that the man had heard her and was coming back.”

“Yeah, Lexaeus can be like that sometimes,” said a voice. “But we never go that far.”

Leaning against the opposite wall was a man with shoulder-length, spiky, wild, fire-like red hair. He had small vertical black marks under his lively green eyes. He, same as everyone else Kisara was meeting, was wearing a black coat. He started walking toward her.

“So, you’re Kisara, huh?” said the man. “The name’s-”

“AXEL!” shouted someone from down the hallway who was approaching at an alarmingly fast pace. He stopped in front of them to catch his breath. He had short blonde hair in a mullet-like fashion and bright blue eyes. He had the same young, energetic look as the man beside Kisara.

“Larxene’s on to us, man.” he said in between breaths.

Suddenly, Axel’s face went pale. “What are you talking about, Demyx?” he asked with a worried expression on his face.

“She knows we took the sporks.” Demyx replied in a serious, yet nervous tone.

“Please tell me you’re joking,” pleaded Axel. “You are joking, right?”

Demyx shook his head. “I wish I was.”

At this point, both of them were starting to freak out. Demyx started running back down the hallway and Axel began to follow. He turned around to face Kisara.

“Well Kisara, I’d love to talk more, but you know, places to go, people to see…..sporks to hide.” He turned around and resumed running.

“O….kay,” said Kisara, still unsure of what had just happened.

She walked over to the other side of the hallway and sat down.

She reached into her bag and pulled out a notebook and pencil. She flipped through the notebook to a clean page and began to draw the outside of the castle. She paid close attention to detail and let her pencil fly across the paper. The moment she had finished, she heard the door open and the three men entered the hallway.

“Get up,” ordered Vexen in a stern voice. The look on his face was unperceivable.

“What were you drawing?” asked Saïx. He held out his hand to look at the notebook.

Kisara got up and handed him the notebook. The three men stared at it in awe.

“Wow,” said Zexion in a voice that showed that he was impressed. “This is a perfect rendition of the castle. Everything’s here.”

“It seems we have ourselves an artist,” said Vexen with a smile.

“But, how?” asked Saïx. “You haven’t seen the outside of the castle in at least an hour.”

“I have a pretty good memory.” Kisara replied. “Remembering specific details comes easy to me.”

For a moment, there was complete silence. Kisara just smiled.

“Saïx, get the others, this is important,” ordered Vexen.

“This won’t take long,” answered Saïx. He created a black portal and stepped through it.

“Zexion, you’re with me,” said Vexen. Zexion nodded.

“What about me?” Kisara asked impatiently. She wasn’t very anxious for the peanut gallery to ditch her again.

“The Superior would like to see you.” Vexen replied in a firm voice.

He opened the white door into the office and, trembling nervously, Kisara went inside.

Chapter 3: The Wait Continues

After waiting for what seemed to be an eternity, Kisara began to hear voices coming from the other side of the door. They were nervous voices, three of them. Kisara crossed her arms and tapped her foot.After a couple minutes, the door opened to reveal three men, one of which Kisara met earlier.

“Welcome,” said a man with silver hair. “Please, come in.”

“Took you long enough,” Kisara mumbled. She stepped through the door and into the castle.

Once she was inside, the three men got to see what she actually looked like. The darkness outside made her seem like a shadow with eyes.

She wore a long, black trench coat that went down to her knees. She had shoulder-length brown hair with tints of purple, blue, and auburn. Her eyes were a deep amethyst color.

After hanging her coat on a conveniently placed coat rack, what she was actually wearing was very complex. The three men had to look her over twice to see all the details.

She was wearing clunky black boots, fishnets, a purple plaid skirt with numerous chains dangling from it, and a sleeveless black shirt with the number 707 on it in white. What was most peculiar, however, were the objects around her neck and wrists. Around her neck was a necklace that was shaped like a heart, but at the same time it wasn’t, it also had a purple gem. Around her wrists were strange pink markings like tattoos, and the more you looked at them, the stranger they became.

Kisara picked up her bags and turned toward the hallway with her head held high. She had a look that was a combination of fear and determination.

“Well, shall we?” said Kisara, breaking the silence.

“Yes,” answered a man with blue hair. “We should go now.” The four of them began their walk down the crystalline hallway.

“Well, aren’t cha gonna tell me your names?” Kisara asked with bright, curious eyes.

“My name is Vexen,” said the blonde-haired man in an emotionless tone. “To my left is Saïx and to my right is Zexion.”

“Cool,” Kisara answered. “I’m Kisara, and I-”

“I don’t care,” interrupted Vexen with a groan.

“What is your problem?” asked a very annoyed Kisara.

“It depends,” Vexen replied with a smirk. “Which problem are you referring to? I have many.”

“I hate to break up this interesting conversation, but, we’re here,” interrupted Saïx.

“Oh, right,” Vexen replied impulsively. He turned to Kisara. “Wait here.”Vexen, Zexion, and Saïx opened a white door and stepped into what seemed to be some kind of office, leaving Kisara alone in the desolate hallway.

“Take your time,” said Kisara with a sigh. “Though I doubt you needed my permission.”Kisara walked over to the opposite side of the hallway and sat down. She was prepared to wait for a very long time.

Chapter 2: Conversations And Conflict

The man stared at her with a look of disbelief. After a moment of silence, he looked straight at her.“Wait here,” said the man before slamming the door in her face.

“Well I would’ve handled that differently,” Kisara said angrily. “I would’ve said, PLEASE wait here and shut the door QUIETLY, leaving the person on the other side with assurance that I’d be returning…..soon!”

Meanwhile, the blonde haired man walked down a white, crystal-like, almost frozen hallway. Finally, he saw who he was looking for. Leaning against the wall was a man with long blue hair who was also wearing a black coat. He had an X-shaped scar between his eyes.

“What happened Vexen?” the man asked, slightly concerned. “You seem….troubled.”

“We have a problem, Saïx,” Vexen announced. “We have a girl outside who wishes to join the Orga-”

“WHAT?!” Saïx interrupted in fury.

Vexen didn’t even blink. “You heard me,” he said calmly. At that moment, he heard something behind him and turned around.

His suspicions were correct. Behind him stood another man in a black coat with short silver hair that was styled in a way that covered most of his face.

“What’s going on here?” asked the man with a hint of curiosity in his voice.

“Ah, Zexion, perfect timing as always,” Vexen replied with a smile. Zexion saw right through it.

“I sense a strange scent outside the castle.” said Zexion in a serious tone. “It’s very strong.”

“Your senses don’t lie,” Vexen replied. “There’s a girl outside who wishes to join the Organization.”

“What’s she doing outside?” Zexion asked. “Why didn’t you bring her in?”

“Excuse me?!” Vexen answered, astonished at what Zexion had just said.

“The Superior will want to ask questions,” Zexion replied. “And he won’t come to her.”

“He has a point,” stated Saïx.

“Oh sure, take his side!” shouted Vexen, angry that he was being overruled.

“Well, let’s stop standing around like idiots and let her in.” Zexion demanded.

“Right,” Vexen replied. “She should be an interesting new specimen.”

“Oh my gosh Vexen, you’re as bad as….never mind.” He rolled his eyes, irritated.

“Um, guys?” Saïx interjected. “What was that about NOT standing around like idiots?”

“Oh, right,” the two answered in unison.

“Then, LET’S GO!” Saïx yelled, his anger burning like a wildfire.

“Ugh, I hate it when he gets like this.” Zexion groaned.

“You and me both,” Vexen answered. “You should’ve been there on Christmas Eve one year when we ran out of paper towels.”

“I was,” Zexion replied softly.

“Oh, sorry,” said Vexen awkwardly.

After taking a few minutes to calm Saïx down, the three men headed toward the entrance to welcome Kisara to the Organization castle.

Chapter 1: New Beginnings

“Walking this road without you

To remake forgotten promises and meet you at road’s end”

 

It was a pitch-black night in the city of Deep Dive. A shadowy figure lurked among the endless darkness. At long last, the figure saw the castle, her destination.“Finally,” said the figure, slightly annoyed at the length of her journey. As she approached the castle, she realized she was not alone.

Turning around confirmed her suspicion. Many black beings called Neoshadows and many white beings called Dusks materialized in front of her.

“It’s about time,” said the figure. “I was getting bored.”

As soon as the Neoshadows and Dusks began to approach, the figure pulled out two weapons shaped like large keys, one dark and mysterious, the other white with places of blue and gold. Upon seeing these large keys, some of her adversaries ran off in fear. Those brave enough to stay got to taste the cold steel of her blades.

“You guys just don’t know when to quit,” she said with a frown. “Alright then, you brought this on yourself.”

At that moment, she had won the battle. She created a field of black light and pushed it outward. It covered all of her enemies and destroyed them in the blink of an eye.

“Though you clearly outnumbered me, you were clearly outmatched,” said the figure with a smile, and she continued her journey toward the castle.

After pausing for a moment, she passed through the front gate and reached the front door. Aside from thinking that the architect must be really proud of this door, she realized just how big this place was.

“No turning back now, Kisara.” she told herself. “You can do this.” When she knocked on the door, she could feel her hand shaking.

A few moments later, the door opened to reveal a man with long, dirty-blonde hair who was wearing a long black coat.

“Who are you and what do you want?” he asked firmly.

“My name is Kisara,” she answered equally as firm. “And I am here to join the Organization.”

Hello world!

Ummm…….hi everyone!

 I’m gonna start archiving my stuff here soon.  I’m gonna take a look around first.