P a r t n e r of L i f e
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Written by oathk33p3r
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IChapter oneI
So it Begins
Organizations I: XEMNAS
Original name: ANSEM
He is the leader and founder of the organization.
He lives with his wife and cat, Mr. Fluff Fluff, in a typical Twilight Town house.
He may seem tough, but he has a soft and rather wimpy side to him.
This fanfiction was inspired by a Korean music video called "Partner of Life".
Author's Notes: YEAH! Finally! I wanted to write this fic soo bad but didn't know how to start it. I know Sora was supposed to the hero of the story, but I changed my mind and made it Roxas. It makes more sense that way and can't really imagine Sora in a black robe. Ok, no more rambling. Oh yeah, and the short profile is not 100 percent true…and none of the "nobodies" are actually "nobodies". They all possess a fully functional heart. And yeah, I know that memorizing all the organization members are a pain, especially when you're trying to read a story. But I promise that they won't appear as much as they do in this chapter. Enjoy!
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"Dad, who are these men?" Olette asked her father through clenched teeth as she shut the door in fear.
A rather troubled looking man in a black suit called "dad" by the brunette sighed and slumped back onto his chair. He closed his eyes like he often did when he didn't know how to respond to a question.
Frustrated, Olette latched the lock and stormed over to her father.
"Dad!" She repeated.
Her father's eyes remained closed.
The dangerous- looking men in black robes banged on the door. Olette cringed as she was able to hear wood give way to the fist. Rolling her emerald eyes, she turned back to her father.
"Dad, do you, um, owe them anything?" Olette asked, biting her lower lip.
She hoped her heart out that the small nod her father gave her meant no. But she knew her father more than anybody else in the world and a nod would never ever mean no.
Letting out a deep sigh, she brought a small stool and placed it next to her father. She sat on the stool and took her father's cold hands into hers. She smiled at the wedding band on his index finger; he had been divorced for over a year now, but never took that ring off. That was probably the only thing Olette liked about her father.
"How much do you owe them?" Olette asked calmly, ignoring the incessant knocking and kicking.
"Five," he finally mumbled.
Olette sighed in relief.
"Well, that's not so bad. We can easily find five thousand munny in a couple days," Olette smiled. She can do it by herself by signing up for bizarre part-time jobs.
Her father shook her head, causing her smile to fade away.
"Five billion," her father breathed out as if just saying the word was too expensive.
The brunette let her father's hand slip away from her as she stared at him with wide eyes.
"I'm so sorry, dear. But we needed the munny," her father pleaded.
Olette shook her head, her lips quivering.
"No, you needed the munny. I was fine without that five billion, Dad. Do you know how much five billion is?" Olette cried.
Stubborn tears blurred her vision as the men outside finally broke down the door and piled in; there were twelve of them.
"Where's the munny?" grunted the one with crimson eyes at the head of the group. He was apparently the leader.
"He doesn't have it," Olette said sourly.
The leader turned towards her and chuckled.
"Here's an honest one," he said with suavely as he ran a hand through her hair.
She slapped his gloved hand away.
"Don't touch me. I already told you: we don't have the munny," Olette said, irritated. This wasn't the first time strangers barged into her house.
"My, stubborn too," he added.
He turned to Olette's father and pulled him out of his chair.
"Why don't you have the munny?" he asked with a bit too much friendliness in his voice.
"You only gave me a month to pay you back, Xemnas," her father protested.
"Coward! You're such a coward!" Olette screamed in her head.
"You call that an excuse?" Xemnas threw her father across the floor.
Olette felt a pang of guilt when she didn't rush to his side. But she firmly believed that he deserved it. She rolled her eyes as her father got onto his knees and started to rub his hands together like a fly. Yes, that was what he was; a fly. An irritating, cowardly, stupid fly.
"You have one week," the leader finally said, "and no more."
The brunette silently shook her head; her father wasn't going to be able to get five billion munny unless he borrowed from another mob and the process would start all over again.
Another man in a black coat with icy grey eyes pulled her by her hair.
"And we'll take care of your daughter while you scrape up the munny," Xemnas sneered, his crimson eyes laughing.
Olette's eyes widened in shock, and so did her father's.
"Wait, you can't take my daughter. She needs me!"
"Oh ho ho, I can't take you daughter, eh? Well, let me prove to you that I can."
Olette screamed and threw a tantrum as the leader stomped over to her and threw her over his shoulder.
"Let go of me!" she shouted.
"I don't want to," he teased.
"Oh, and expect your daughter to be returned to you in pieces if you don't have the munny by next week," Xemnas added cruelly.
Tears trailed down her cheeks as she saw two others hold down her father and another close the door. She cringed as she heard swearing and beating inside her house. The whole situation was such a blur that she didn't notice being thrown in a black van and tied by a blonde. This wasn't supposed to happen. None of this was supposed to happen.
She furrowed her eyebrows as the blonde taped her mouth; he was around her age.
"Shouldn't you be at school?" Olette tried to say.
Either the teen was freaked out by her glare or he understood her because he slightly jumped and pulled himself out of the van.
Annoyed by the fact that she could only breathe with her nostrils, Olette tapped her foot and peered out of the tinted windows. She sadly looked at the window of her bedroom. She prayed that they didn't break her picture of her mother.
After what seemed to be hours, the men came back from trashing her house and loaded into the van. Surprisingly, thirteen bodies were able to sit comfortably side by side. Olette had to sit between the boy that had bounded her and the grey eyed one that had pulled her hair.
The latter looked at her.
"Aren't you scared?" He asked hesitantly.
Olette gave him an "are you kidding?" look. Any other typical eighteen-year-old girl would've been scared to death, but not Olette. She was used to seeing scary big men in black clothes.
"Leave her alone, Zexion," the blonde murmured.
"What if I don't, Roxas?" He asked, sneering.
The blonde named Roxas remained silent and turned towards the window.
He was a coward too in Olette's opinion.
"Um, boss. Where exactly are we keeping her?" asked the driver.
"I'll take her!"
"No, your apartment stinks, Axel."
"Psh, so does yours."
"Um, Zexion? Don't you live with Axel?"
"Shut up, so do you."
"Nuh uh."
"Hey, do you think this lollipop is eatable?"
"It's edible, genius."
"Eatable is a word too…"
"Ugh, get that out of your mouth, Xigbar."
"SHUT UP!" Xemnas shouted.
The men snapped their mouths shut and bowed their heads. Only the silent sucking of a lollipop was heard from Xigbar.
"Sorry, boss," they murmured in unison.
Xemnas looked at Xigbar in disgust.
"Get that trash out of your mouth," He scolded.
Xigbar quickly pulled the stick of candy out of his mouth and put it back where he found it, which was under the seat.
"She definitely can't baby you for seven days," he said disapprovingly as he looked away.
The leader of the organization rubbed his hands together. He turned to Axel and Zexion in turn and shook his head.
"Axel and Zexion, you guys will have the poor girl pregnant before the week is up." He said flatly.
The two men opened their mouths in protest but thought better of it.
"Vexen and Lexaeus…you guys just look plain freaky," he said.
The two men exchanged glances and shrugged.
The leader turned to a man with bushy hair, a man with a samurai hair style, and another who had an X-shape scar on his face.
"And you three look like women," he said matter-of-factly.
"What about Luxord?" Xigbar asked.
"HE PRACTICALLY LIVES AT THAT FRIGGIN CASINO!" he shouted.
"Demnyx lives in a house, doesn't he?" another man suggested.
The van stopped at a red light and the driver turned around.
"Sorry, can't. My great aunt is coming over and staying for a week," he said sadly.
Out of the corner of her eyes, she was able to see the Xigbar guy take the candy from under the seat again. She shook her head. Unbelievable. These men were more stupid than scary.
"But that only leaves you, boss," Axel pointed out.
Olette looked at the organization leader with disbelief. Staying under one roof with him for seven days?
"I don't want a thirteen-year-old girl messing around my house, Mr. Fluff Fluff hates children," Xemnas looked at Olette with fear. "And my wife isn't going to like it either," he added.
The brunette shook her head.
"I'm eighteen, idiot," Olette insulted him in her mind.
"Too bad Larxene got kicked out," Demyx mumbled.
"Don't say that name ever again!" Axel shouted.
"Oh, sorry, Axel. I didn't mean to," Demyx cried.
"Well, I guess we have to keep her in the van," Luxord said as he leaned back onto his seat and started to shuffle a deck of cards.
Zexion looked over Olette and caught the sapphire eyes of the blonde sitting next to her.
"Hey, what about Roxas? He's open, isn't he?"
Roxas's eyes widened.
"M-me? But, I live in a really small apartment. I live by myself, you guys know that," Roxas stammered. He yelled at Zexion with his eyes for suggesting him.
"Roxas, you take her," the leader demanded.
The blonde tried to protest, but the superior's word was law.
"Yes, boss," he mumbled.
He gave Olette a scared look, which she returned with hatred.
"Just wait till you untie me, you jerk."