AWWW!!! Ish cute eastercat! I could never do anything THAT cute. (durnit!) Why can't peeps draw ME for a change? Cause they draw you all the time. Seriously. Shut-up! Axel! Be nice to your half-brother! WE AIN'T RELATED! In my head you are. ^-^
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.”
I missed you too! *hugs* PM spam is an understatement. ^-^ That's okay, I still love you guys!
AAHHHHH!!!! I haven't been here since.....forever!!! *hugs family* What's happened since I've been gone?
Me: .....Whoa....I didn't mean for you to get hurt Leah!!! Dem: Look what you've done now, Syd! Me: HEY!!! Axel: Um... Dem: Yeesh, does Lux love Xiggy THAT much?! Axel:....... Me: Dunno. And that was way off topic, Dem. Dem: Oh. Well. Oops.
I LOVE how you did this!!! Riku needed his own game!!! ^-^ The whole bit where he's doing pretty much the same things as Sora from the first game was really inticing. You have no idea how much I enjoyed this!
Me: Oh really? It's that good huh Xigbar? Dem: He's loving every minute of it. Axel: You sure? Dem: Yup! Me: Yup! Axel: This could be bad....>.>
Yup. Same here. *sigh* Good times...Oh well, it was fun while it lasted! Wow, thanks! I really hope to do something with either art or writing. I dunno. But for now, I'm glad you all like it this much! Yeah, sorry Nex! Don't mean to deprive you of your Axel!
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! ^-^
Whee! Thanks! I know! Ain't that weird? I never thought I'd get this much love! ^.^
Yay! He's alive! Sorry, I'll let you know next time, kay? GO READ MINE!!! It's called Roxas Has Returned. It's in the Creativity Corner somewhere... Thanks!
Awesome job chicka! Just a couple spelling things here and there, but nothing that can tear me away from this awesome story!!! WHEEEE!!!
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!!! ^-^
Alright! I'm sorry, I totally forgot to mention that you're the one who gave me that idea. I'll put it in when I can, and thanks for reading! WHEEEE!!!!
Aww! Thanks! I try. Good point. Roxas differs from Sora, not only because of his wanting to be different from his Other, but because of that very reason that you mentioned. And yeah, Nomura-san does have a way of screwing with us. I remembered the other one I was going to write down: What if the man wearing the Heartless Outfit in "Birth by Sleep" is actually the Riku Replica from CoM? This theory can be completely destroyed if I find out that the replica was killed in the game itself.
Nope! ^-^ Okay, I haven't posted here in a while, but I do have some new theories that I came up with in my spare time. And trust me, I was really bored. I have no proof or any idea where these came from (I think I was reading the CoM manga) so any feedback would be helpful. 1) Could Ansem (DiZ, not Xehanort's Heartless) be a Chaser in his own right? He seems to know a lot more than he professes. (Yeah, this one's totally off base) 2) Is a Chaser not only the embodiment of memory, but also the embodiment of emotions, thoughts, and personality as well? I know I got this idea from the manga. A Heartless is a being that represents the darkness in one's heart. A Nobody is the empty shell left behind. Therefore, a Chaser can't be just memories. It has to contain the rest of it's being, including the personality, emotions, etc. I had another one, but I think I lost it. I'll post it as soon as I remember.
AGH!!! I just got caught up!!!! TOO FREAKIN AWESOME WITH THE CLIFFIES!!!! Aww...can I say it again? Poor Roxas!! But then he kissed her!!!!! FINALLY!!!!! Hmm....tis the white figure your character Kuxir? Just wondering....BUT THE LSSP IS OUT TODAY RIGHT?!?!?!?!
Thank you! I was hoping that would be a good cliffy. Ah! No Foxxie! Don't die!!!! *runs to phone and calls 911* Thank you so much! Thanks! You guys love the whole page pwn thing huh? lol Actually, I really have no idea how many sections will be in this story. I have so many ideas, it ain't even funny. I hope I make as many as possible. And thank you for reading! How long? Very long. Trust me on that. And thanks! I try way too hard. lol Sorry chicka! I meant to message everybody, but I totally forgot! Shows you what my brain is like that early in the morning. Oh well, next chapter coming soon! - - - - - - - - - - EDIT: Folks, new announcement: My new story, Roxas Has Returned, is officially out. Please go and read! And don't worry, this story won't be neglected, but I do think this new story holds just as much promise as this one. PLEASE CHECK IT OUT!!! Thanks!
