Hiya! This is one of my first fanfics that i just thought i'd randomly write one day. It's mainly about this new member of the organization, Xara (it's zara really but it had to have an X in it. I've changed it from Rinoa). It's mainly meant to be funny and not have that much point to it but it will get better, i just ned a brainstorm (havin really bad writers block). It's rated an M because of the language but I guess it's a T if you don't mind bad language (it might get fruiy at the end tho hehe). I don't own kingdom hearts or any of it's chararcters, square-enix and disney do. I own Xara tho, woohoo. lol. Enjoy D
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Chapter 1: The Pyromaniac
I wandered aimlessly through the endless corridors of castle oblivion, with no idea whatsoever where I was going. I heard from a couple of guys in black cloaks that this was the place to go if you weren't wanted or needed, so I decided to give it a shot, I had nothing to loose, nothing at all. No one cared about me any more; it was like I didn't exist. Fucking heartless, taking away my life, and my heart.
It wasn't long until I finally heard voices and footsteps coming towards me from the other end of the building. My morale began to rise, that was until I heard the angry screams of, what sounded like, a psychotic maniac.
"Fuck you Demyx. I'm gunna tan your fuckin hide!" A fireball flew past me, missing my face by mere inches.
"I'm sorry Axel, really I am. AAAAAAAHHH! Fuckin hell you pyromaniac, that one almost hit me!"
"What do you think I'm trying to do you fuckin retard!?"
All I could see were flashes of light at the end of the corridor that were closing in ever nearer. I wanted to run, but something just seemed entertaining about a so called 'pyromaniac' chasing after someone called Demyx, wanting to burn him to the ground. Wow, this is a darker side of me I never knew.
Lost deep in my thoughts, I was nearly caught off guard, but I summoned the keyblade quick enough to block myself from the onslaught. I came to the conclusion that this guy was a really bad shot. Yes, the keyblade, and I don't give a shit about what happens to it. I had just recently become the keyblade master and it was because of this that the heartless were chasing after me AND that my heart was stolen. It was a responsibility I really didn't want, but beggars can't be choosers.
I could here more cries for mercy, but the pyro was having none of it.
"It's not my fault I couldn't control myself, it was only my second time!"
"Control yourself! You fuckin came in my eye for god's sake! And your second time, you have got to be kiddin me, you've fucked the living daylights out of most of the organization!"
Great, so most of the organization's gay, that's just fuckin brilliant.
The figures were getting bigger so I decided to clear the hallway and move as far against the wall as I possibly could. I readied my keyblade just in case one of them made a move, but I doubted it very much. One screaming (naked) man charged past me at full speed. I stood dumbfounded and shocked at what I just saw, when a door opened behind me, nearly winding me and knocking the keyblade out of my hand onto the floor. I tried to summon it back as quickly as I could but it was too late. The pyro came charging along the corridor, tripped on the weapon and flying through the air, cursing loudly as he went. Oh shit, this is really bad, some first impression I made.
He landed face first onto the floor in front of me. I heard squeaky sniggering from behind the door, and a high pitched female's voice whispered, "Oooh, you've done it now, heehee!" the door then closed leaving me and the pyro alone. He stood up, brushed his cloak off and screamed, "FUCK YOU!" down the corridor, presumably to Demyx, and then he turned to face me. He began taking big strides towards me, whilst rubbing his eye and blinking rapidly, and I felt glued to the spot. I felt as though coming here was the biggest mistake I had ever made.
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Well, that's the first chapter. I'm not gonn blab on at the beggining and end of every chapter, just to let you know. Please read, enjoy and review D.
