Organization XIII
Two figures stood back to back, surrounded by creatures with glaring, heartless yellow eyes and obtusely large, empty mouths. Sprouting from their pitch-black heads, were two large jagged antennas that swayed and jolted side-to-side violently. They seemed joyous as they danced around the cornered black hooded figures with glee, veering their venomous teeth and moving their human-like bodies ever closer. The one hooded figure threw his arms outward, resulting in embers spiraling around his hands and wrists. The fire solidified into two spherical weapons called "Chakrams" Both of the circular blades were red at the base, red like the heart of a raging fire with small white spikes jutting outwards all across the rings. The man stood fixed in his stance as his partner drew out his own weapon, while the dark creatures drawing closer.
The other hooded man, being a little shorter and less muscular placed his left hand gingerly out in front of him. A silver circle eclipsed around his hand, and after the light had faded, a large book was resting idle in his hand. The book was a called a "Lexicon", it contained detailed information on worldly and unworldly facts and had a magical aura about it. The book was oriented with various symbols, the most apparent being a silver upside-down splintered heart-like shape. Book in hand, the man slouched slightly, reducing his target area and increasing his ability to dodge an incoming attack, which was likely to occur at any moment with the space available for them, and the "Heartless" creatures.
The one with the duel fiery chakrams looked over to his partner without averting his gaze from the black creatures.
"Gonna be a rough night, huh?" He said in a nasally voice.
The hooded man with the lexicon signed and shook his head. He then turned his head over to his partner.
"They'd better pay us overtime for this. I got a list…" He retorted in a somewhat sadistic voice.
The first black creature in front of the chakram wielding man made it's move. It leapt with claws slashing and antenna whipping the air in its path, to ensure it did not miss… but it did. In mid-air, one of chakrams struck it down. The man threw it in a similar fashion to how someone would throw a Frisbee. The ring generated fire as it easily sliced through the creature, and several of it's brethren behind it. After the disc had left sight, it re-materialized in the man's hand and he resumed his fighting stance, arms spread outwards and back hunched down.
As the monsters died, they seemed to melt and turn into a black liquid substance. The man with the book was attacked by two creatures and he responded by opening his book. Facing it towards them, the monsters were ensnared into the illusionary pages. They then returned into the book as they had been before.
"Vexen will like these new specimens." The man said with the book in the same tone of voice he did earlier.
Another wave of black creatures melted away by the fiery discs of the one hooded man. With that, the remaining creatures retreated and disappeared into the large dark alleyways and numerous abandoned slums.
"Whats wrong…" The man with the chakrams said as he pulled back his hood, revealing his face. His hair was bright red like fire, and spiked backwards. His eyes were peridot green with a black reverse teardrop shaped marking right beneath each eye.
"…Can't take the heat?" He smiled mischievously at the retreating creatures. He turned to his partner, who also removed the hood on his black coat. His partner had extremely long silver hair, but it was only long on the right side of his head, not the left. He had grey eyes and appeared to be younger than the other man.
"Good, the heartless are gone now, but what about their leader?" The man with red hair said to his silver haired colleague.
"Don't know Axel, I can't sense his presence anymore, he must of left when the Neoshadows attacked us."
Axel looked surprised, but not the good kind of surprised.
"What? You can't be serious?" Axel paced around for a while, obviously displeased. The silver haired man watched him walk around in circles, not saying a word about it otherwise.
"We did all this searching for nothing then, please tell me your joking Zexion?" Zexion didn't respond, he just shook his head. Axel threw his arms up in the air with disdain and began to pace around again.
"Man, Xemnas isn't gonna like this." Axel said, running his hand through his hair. Zexion didn't pay attention to Axel's pouting and focused at the task at hand. He noticed something, he sensed another presence, but not the one they came looking for.
"Hey Axel, I think someone else is here..." Zexion began, but then he saw someone on the top of a small building, with the name "Seventh Heaven" written in poor quality neon lights. The perpetrator was wearing a cloak similar to their's, but wasn't on their side. Could this be one of the rogues? Zexion though to himself.
"Not now Zexion, I'm thinking." Axel was completely absorbed in thought that he didn't really hear anything Zexion said. He was too tied up trying to think of a way to keep them out of trouble for not finding their guy.
The figure on top of the building looked out to them and waved mockingly. Afterwards he turned and walked away from view, somewhere in the crowds of poorly lit bars and endless alleys. Zexion shook his head and signed, partly due to Axel's stupidity and his own for not doing anything.
"I know! We'll tell the boss that...that he got away during our fight! But...but we messed him up real good before he ran away, like a coward!" Axel said with increasing enthusiasm. He looked over to Zexion hastily.
"So, what do you think? Think he'll believe that?"
"Whatever you say, Axel." Zexion didn't feel like arguing, Axel was just too oblivious anyway you sliced it. Zexion shrugged and waited for Axel's next move.
"Lets go on home then, I'm bushed." Axel walked towards the point from where they had entered this world, and Zexion dragged his feet slowly not too far behind.