-1(Alright guys, here we go. My first piece of writing. Hope you like it, yeah. Reviews would be appreciated ever so much. Chelle...Oh, and Also, i dont own Kingdom hearts.)
Training
Xemnas--Number one. The Superior. Without him, all of the Nobodies wouldn't be here, the Organization wouldn't exist. He felt himself above all others. The best, first, greatest of everything. His glowing red sticks of energy, prized above everything else he owned. He would only train in the finest, the room most worthy to view the perfections he was making to his technique. And to him, that room just so happened to be the roof. Viewing all his city had to offer, and the perfect view of the heart shaped moon. That he created. Only there he would allow himself to dance his perfect dance, fight an imaginary enemy, tweaking every jab, every swipe, every move, every tiny breath. He was Perfection personified, and it seemed ludicrous to him that anyone would even dare raise a weapon against him, knowing that their defeat would be swift and merciless. But he was not stupid, and knew there to be brave and reckless people out there, plotting against him. So here he is, as close to perfect as man could ever get, in his eyes, fighting alone, under the light of his moon, overlooking his world.
Xigbar--The Free-Lance Shooter. Reckless and rowdy, he is ever ready to play with his prey before catching it. Not caring even about the laws of gravity, he jumps around according to his will, baffling and infuriating his enemies. Not caring when others warned, he wore his scar and eye patch with pride, as tokens of his free spirit. Ever the trickster, he prefers to lurk around the stark white castle, waiting for his "targets", the people that he is forced to live with, to walk around a corner, unaware of his gleeful grin, and shiny purple gun aimed and ready. If his ears catch a sound, or eyes catch a movement, he fires wildly, not caring who or what he hit. The gunpowder smoke clears, and he sees a very frightened blue-haired boy, flat against the wall and eyes wide. The gunman disregards the yells of outrage, and calmly examines his aim. If the teenaged Nobody hadn't fled, he would have been killed instantly, as the trigger-happy gunman's aim was dead on, as it nearly always was. He grinned to himself, walking away and leaving poor Zexion scared out of his wits.
Vexen--The Chilly Academic. Always ready for an experiment, he prefers to hide behind his Science ad his Shield, he has isolated himself behind a wall of ice, cutting of all ties from the others. He would much rather be by himself, his experiments and his element, soaking up whatever knowledge he comes across. But, considering that he does irritate anyone he communicates with, it's better for all for hide to hide behind his many shields. He train by himself, behind a wall of ice, wanting no one to interrupt or disrespect his carefully calculated technique, every moves he makes meticulously engineered so that he can have full advantage over the enemy. Wanting to incorperate science in all aspects of his life, he video-tapes himself at every traing session, so he can later break down and analyze further the move he makes. Icy, in every sense of the word, he doesn't acknowledge anyone, prizing his ideas and his intelligence above all else.
Lexaeus--The Silent Hero. This one dislikes schemes and secrecy, and prefers to be straight on, saying whatever he thinks, even if that is only a few words. This towering orange haired man does what he is told, and never strays from his desired target. Very to the point, he prefers his large weapon, a weapon used for getting things done as quick as possible, and with all the brute strength he can gather. He trains wherever and whenever an opportunity of training presents itself, wanting to be ready and willing to carry out the orders given to him as soon as he can. The tireless soldier that he is, he would never think to disappoint the higher-up giving him an order, so he works day in and day out, striving to perfect his strength to make up for his lack of technique.
Zexion--The Cloaked Schemer. He prefers darkness in everything he does. Doing puzzles endlessly to keep his mind sharp, he over thinks everything, and can convince you that everything is a trap. He deals in secrets, not wanting a soul to know his true motives for even the simplest things. Even the very weapon he uses, a book, he guards jealously, allowing no one but himself to see it. The sense of smell he possesses is so strong, some believe that he can sniff out the lies he is told. He dislikes cooperation of any form, and he trains by himself, his many illusions floating around and displaying their power to the original, who analyzes each one carefully, looking for any flaw at all. Like so many times before, he smiles slightly, feeling the elation of a puzzle completed, because each of his clones is a flawless replica of himself, each one a tribute to the darkness he has immersed himself in.
(Axel, demyx and all the others next chapter. Remember, this is my first peice of writing, so i need feedback! Flames, unintelligble gibberesh, i'll take anything. Ciao)