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Chapter 1: Number 8 – The Flurry of the Dancing Flames
Lea watched bitterly as his long-time boyfriend (now ex) Reno, made out with a GIRL. "Man whore." He muttered, tears streaking down his face. Ever since Reno had broken up with him for Kairi he'd been bitter, cold, closed and dark. Not that Reno actually cared. And that's when he realized something. The girl draping herself across Reno's lap wasn't Kairi. Lea turned and stalked off, pissed beyond belief. That bastard was gonna get it. His hand closed around his pocket knife in his jean pocket. When Reno walked around the corner, the girl giggling and waving as she flounced away from the bench, Lea walked out from around the corner, pocket knife in hand. The one Reno had given him. "Lea?" He asked, looking confused and scared as he stopped. Lea shoved Reno down to the ground easily. "What the hell?" He asked angrily, then swore and dodged the swipe of the blade. "Lea?" Lea lunged forwards again, and Reno swore when the knife sliced along his shoulder. "I saw you." Lea hissed as he threw himself at Reno with the blade. Until he felt a cold barrel press against his head. "Lea, stop. I don't wanna do this." He said shakily, cocking the gun he always carried around. Lea looked up at him. He knew about it, but he never thought the gun was actually loaded. He lunged with the knife again and smiled grimly feeling the knife stab into his ex lover's chest, and heard a shot. 'Guess I was wrong about the bullet' He thought dizzily as everything faded into black.
Lea stirred, and emerald eyes blinked open. He was in a pure white room. Walls, floor…no windows. Ceiling. He realized he was laying on a white bed, on top of the sheets, and he was in a long black leather coat with the zipper mostly zipper up, black skinnies, a black wife beater, black gloves and black boots with silver trimming at the top. He sat up, confused. Just then a relatively tall man with an 'x' scar across his face, piercing gold eyes and shocking blue hair strode in, in the same outfit as Lea, except his sleeves flowed out. "You've awoken, Number 8." "Number…8?" Lea looked confused. "You are the 8th member to join Organization XIII." "Organization XIII?" "We are an Organization of Nobodies." "Nobodies?" The blue-haired man looked cross that he was stuck explaining all this. "Lea died. He was shot in the head by Reno. But because of all the bitter, anger, angst, ect. In you, you were turned into a Nobody." "Oh…" Lea nodded. "I think I get it now." "Oh, and just so you know, Reno's dead, too." Lea nodded, looking like he could care less. "Alright. Follow me, Number 8." "Is that my name now? Number 8?" Lea asked as he scrambled to his feet and scampered after The blue haired Nobody. "No. Xemnas, out Superior, has decided your name will be Axel." The newly-named Axel nodded. "Oh. Uhm. Aight, then." "This way, 8." The man said turning a corner. "Would you stop calling me that?" Axel said annoyed. "What's your name, anyways?" "Saix. Although, you may call me that or Number 7." "ENOUGH of the goddamn numbers!" Axel screeched, and flames erupted along his fingers. Saix didn't look in the least surprise. "It appears that your Element is Fire." Axel was staring at the flames almost in a trance. He'd always been a pyro, and he'd always had a quick temper, so it made enough sense to him. "Mmm." "The Superior will deliver weapons to your room, and you will be expected to learn how to use them efficiently." Saix said with a yawn and sigh as he stopped at a room with black '8' painted on it. Axel merely snorted and stalked into his new room. A pair of black and red spiked chakrams were leaned neatly against the wall beside a king bed with black silk sheets and red pillows. All of his stuff was here, and the walls were painted black while the carpet was red. Axel perched on the edge of his bed, staring around. Maybe this life wouldn't be too bad, although the hollow ache in his chest was persistent. Already bored, he stood, bouncing on the balls of his feet, and exited his room, wandering the long white halls that echoed his light footsteps and looking for someone to talk to. "Hey! You!" Axel whirled around and saw a slightly more heavyset man with black and silver hair in a ponytail and an eye patch strolling towards him. "What's your name, kid?" "Axel." He responded automatically. "Who're you?" "The name's Xigbar." He glanced at Axel's hands, and the redhead realized that sparks were dancing between his fingertips. He offered his hand, and Axel took it, only to have his arm twisted behind his back. "Ahhhhh…." Axel hissed out a breathe of pain and kicked out his legs, spinning himself around and kneeing Xigbar where it hurts in a flurry of arms and legs in a dance-type move. "FUCK!" Xigbar's eyes widened and he grimaced. "Crap kid, relax. I wasn't gonna hurt you, Flames." He recalled Axel's moves and smirked. "Well, your nickname's set. 'Flurry of the Dancing Flames.'" Axel looked lost. "Never mind kid. Xemnas'll approve." He shoved axel a bit in what he took to be an affectionate gesture, and walked off.