My first KH fanfic! My friends and I came up with the idea, but I'm the only creative writer of the group.
We have three OC Nobodies: Xahnnha, Alexhys, and Crihleax. The first two will show up this chapter, with the last one coming in later. I may or may not decide to ask for other people's Nobodies to fill out the numbers.
I don't own KH, obviously, or I wouldn't need to write fanfiction.
Day I
Xemnas rested his elbows on the edge of his desk and entwined his fingers. Sighing, he set his golden gaze on the two brand new Nobodies before him.
They were both teenage girls. The one on the right had short, curly, brunette hair and green eyes. She still wore the garb of her Somebody: dark jeans, a red T-shirt with a lightning emblem on it, and grey sneakers. The girl on the left had long, reddish hair and bright blue eyes (was it just him, or did Xemnas know A LOT of people with blue eyes?). She, too, had on her Somebody's clothing: blue jeans, a flowered tank top, a grey hoodie, and plaid ballet flats. They came from a place called "Gotham City" and were once known as Hannah and Ashley, respectively.
Xemnas was now trying to figure out what to do with them. He could sense that they were both fairly powerful Nobodies, though they probably would never achieve the level of power of most of his Organization's members. As far as he could tell, he had Nobodies to spare.
Of course, if they didn't join, where would they go? If he didn't take them, he ran the risk of driving them into the arms of the enemy. In the end – after a small internal battle – he decided that they could stay. That decision created a new problem: Organization XIII had welcomed its thirteenth member three days ago.
He mentally set the dilemma aside and addressed the two girls, "I have decided to allow the two of you to work for the Organization. You will now receive your new names."
The girls watched, mouths agape, as he raised his right hand and semi-transparent letters spelled out their names in the air before them. With a slight wave, Xemnas sent the letters spinning; when they came to a halt, they had rearranged – with the addition of a superimposed letter 'X' in each name. 'Hannah' became 'Xahnnha,' and 'Ashley' became 'Alexhys.'
Xemnas spoke again. "Now you must each summon your weapon."
Xahnnha and Alexhys looked at each other, then at the Superior. "What weapons?"
He sighed. The conversation got boring the tenth or eleventh time you went through it. "Every Nobody has a weapon. You must summon by concentrating your energy and power." The first time he had explained it to Xigbar, he'd made a big to-do. Now he was just bored.
The girls were skeptical, but did as they had been ordered and attempted to summon their weapons.
Alexhys was the first to succeed, her eyes widening in surprise when a swirl of flower petals revealed her weapon: a kusari-gama. A pinkish silver chain connected a small scythe with a curved blade and a weight that was shaped like the Nobody emblem. Xemnas picked up on the fact that she seemed to share an elemental power with Number XI, and was struck with a sudden idea of what to do with the new Nobodies.
Xahnnha, seeing Alexhys's success, focused harder. A burst of flame erupted between her hands, and she found herself holding a red-and-orange bow in one hand and a yellow-gold arrow in the other. The latter was shaped sort of like the Nobody emblem, but the top point of the crossed portion was extended to make the shaft and arrowhead.
Xemnas now knew exactly what to do with the new members. He summoned numbers VIII and XI.
Moments later, while the girls were still admiring their new weapons, two dark portals opened in the office, one of with spouted flower petals. Xahnnha leaned over to Alexhys and whispered, "Can you do that, too?" Her friend shrugged her shoulders.
Marluxia and Axel strode through the portals and into their Superior's office. The girls' eyes grew large, and each of them made a silent wish that everyone in the Organization looked like these two. The two members looked toward the girls in surprise.
Axel opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Xemnas, "VIII, XI, these are your Lesser Nobodies. They will aid you on your missions in addition to handling lower-level assignments." Marluxia raised one delicate eyebrow. "They share your elements. Marluxia, you get Alexhys. Xahnnha goes with you, Axel."
The pink-haired man turned to face the girls and, annoyed, asked, "Which of you is Alexhys?"
Hearing her name, Alexhys stood up, allowed her kusari-gama to disappear, and declared, "I am!"
Allowing her weapon to disappear also, Xahnnha walked over to the redhead. She silently took in his teardrop tattoos and six-something height. "Hi," she said.
Xemnas was quite enjoying this. He gestured to the new members and said, "They're all yours." All four members heard the implied 'Now get out of my office.'
Marluxia heaved a sigh and flipped his hair, scattering more petals. "Follow me," he instructed Alexhys, opening a dark portal.
"Yay!" she quietly celebrated and followed her new mentor, the two of them disappearing in a puff of more flower petals.
They watched them go, and then Xahnnha turned to her mentor. "How come your portal things don't shoot flames?" she waved her arms and made fiery sound effects.
"'Cause they don't. Got it memorized? C'mon, kid," Axel opened another dark portal and walked through, silently cursing Xemnas for making him a babysitter twice in one week. Xahnnha ran through the portal after him.
They came out in the kitchen and found a few of the Organization members gathered for lunch. Vexen, Zexion, and Lexaeus were in one corner, the latter watching on silently as his teammates poured over some sort of data. Xigbar and Luxord were playing cards, a pile of munny stacking up next to the blonde. They each had some sort of sandwich with them, which struck Xahnnha as odd. Marluxia and Alexhys were at a nearby table waiting on the two fire elementals to arrive.
"Axel and I need to speak with Vexen. The two of you may fix yourselves lunch," Marluxia stood as they approached. Axel left Xahnnha with the other girl and went with his pink-haired teammate to separate Vexen from his research.
Alexhys got up and walked towards the fridge, her brunette friend in tow. "So Xahnnha, what do you think they're doing?"
"Begging for food that isn't a sandwich," her green eyes scanned the shelves of the refrigerator, searching in vain for something that wasn't sandwich meat, lettuce, or the contents of a test tube labeled 'DO NOT EAT.'
The redheaded girl took a peak in the cabinet. "I found peanut butter. We can eat PB&J. I'm vegetarian, so ham sandwich is out of the question."
They ended up eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
Once seated, they began listening in on their mentors' conversation with the hunched blonde scientist.
Vexen was particularly peeved today. His puppet project kept failing, and now these two Nobodies wanted him to make cloaks for some little girls. He was going to have to have a word with the Superior. "I am not an endless source of cloaks, you know. I haven't the time to make any right now."
"Look, old man," Axel said. "It's not like this was our idea. Take it up with Xemnas if you want."
"They do need cloaks, Vexen," Marluxia cut in, "And you're the only one who can properly make them."
"That's true," Vexen took flattery well, "Very well then, I suppose I have no choice. Let's get started."
He walked over to where the girls were eating. Xahnnha glared up at him and said, "At least let us finish eating!"
"Fine. You have five minutes," number IV returned to his table.
Four minutes later, he returned to their table. "Hurry up, you two or you'll be wearing rucksacks on missions." He turned and headed out the door, the two Lesser Nobodies rushing to throw their trash away and follow him.
The Icy Academic led them through several hallways and down numerous flights of stairs, refusing to answer them every time they asked why he didn't just use a portal. The trio eventually reached Vexen's lab, located somewhere deep in the bowels of the Castle that Never Was.
The blonde man began rummaging around the large room. "I'm going to need to take your measurements."
Alexhys and Xahnnha looked around the room, taking in all of the test tubes and papers, as well as a couple of locked metal doors in the back that led to other rooms in the lab. The redhead leaned toward her friend, "It's kind of creepy in here, don't you think?"
Xahnnha nodded vehemently.
"Ah! I've found it!" Vexen held up the measuring tape. "Now who's to go first?"
"She is!" the girls chorused, pointing to each other.
"Hmm," he paused. "You then, on the left – red shirt."
"Xahnnha," Alexhys offered.
"Yes, Xahnnha. You're first," Vexen confirmed.
"Aww," Xahnnha shot her friend a glare. "Do we have to wear those awful long coats? I don't want to wear the same outfit as fourteen other people. These are not the Star Wars and I am no clone. I want to be different."
"How so?" the blonde academic inquired, now searching his mess for the material.
"Can you make ours shorter?" Alexhys suggested, stretching her arms down by her sides. "Like to where our fingertips touch our legs?"
Vexen yanked the fabric out from under a pile of papers and turned to look. He glanced at the length of fabric in his hand before replying, "Well, I seem to be short on material anyway, so I see no harm in it."
"Yay!" Xahnnha grinned. "What do we wear under them? Do you make everyone's (nobody's?) black jeans, too?"
He eyed a pile of black denim in a nearby corner. "Yes. I make all of the Organization's uniforms."
"Can we have miniskirts?" Alexhys piped up.
Those sounded like much less work to Vexen. He picked up the denim, curled in into a circle, and looked at the girls. "Yes, that seems reasonable."
A couple of hours later, both girls sported new (short) Organization cloaks and miniskirts. They kept their shirts and shoes, leaving Xahnnha with a red collar peeking out of her robe, and Alexhys sporting blue-and-black ballet flats with little bows on them.
"There, now you're all done. You can leave my lab," Vexen unceremoniously dumped them outside and slammed the door.
Xahnnha turned to Alexhys. "Any idea how to get back?"
"No idea," she shrugged. "I suppose we could wander around until someone finds us."
"Okay," the brunette agreed, and they set off down the hallway.
That isn't the end of Day I, but it is the end of my attention span. I'll try to update either every weekend or every other weekend, depending on my feedback for this chapter.
Please leave me a review. Even if all you want to do is tell me my character is a Sue and I'm a terrible writer. Just let me know that you read it, and possibly if I can improve my writing in any way.
~ Airon