A note to you...my laptop does not yet have internet connection, so the uploads won't be as frequent as I had hoped for...but they will still be at least every other day...
Music Inside-A Zexion Story
Intro
Memo: This is dark. This one is pretty dark. Not as dark as the Roxas one, but pretty dark. Here's just a profile on the main character. It's all you'll need.
Name: Eden McClain-or so she thinks.
Age: Eighteen-or so she thinks. are we noticing a pattern? good.
Likes: not a lot, but herself, and vanity...and boys, too.
Dislikes: a lot of stuff
Summary: Eden is witty and sharp, but doesn't have many friends, just a few close ones. She is no social butterfly, but she tends to attract those who are like her: vain. Wonder why...?
She's quite pretty, but doesn't fit in. Her hair is growing out from a pixie cut. ^_-
Chapter 1: Denex (www . youtube . com/watch?v=HyNC1Hh11Fw)
Memo: This is the beginning of it all. The story starts to fill in what we don't know about dear little Eden here. This story will always either be told in Eden's Pov or third person omniscient. Okay? Hope you enjoy it! XP Another little note: Fantabulous is MY WORD. It doesn't matter if you hear other people say it in my town. I said it first. XP
Eden's Pov
The minute he threw me down onto the floor on an unfamiliar basement, I had a feeling my life was about to see something new. Of course, this was, in fact, what I had always wished for. I had always wanted to experience something out of order of normal life. And this was my opportunity. So I should've, in fact, thanked the stranger who had literally broken into my dorm room, grabbed me by the hair while I was asleep, and shoved some type of gag in my mouth. Then we left the serene comfort of my dorm and then I ended up in this unfamiliar basement I had mentioned earlier. Fantabulous, I know.
"Get up!" the hooded man commanded. I looked at him, narrowing my eyes.
"Then why'd you throw me down like that if you only wanted me to get up again?" I asked, standing. The man swiftly grabbed the collar of my shirt with such surprising strength for his height.
"Talk like that again and you'll pay."
"How much? I've only got a few dollars on me, but-"
My kidnapper slapped me across the face. It stung, but I grinned anyway. I loved getting on people's last nerve. I was really good at it, too. Naturally gifted, I suppose.
"State your name."
"Eden McClain."
"Your age."
"I'm eighteen; why? Looking for a girlfriend or something?"
"NO, I'm NOT." The man pulled back his hood with one hand while holding me by the shirt collar in the other hand. He had silver hair, and I had to laugh a little. Who has silver hair who's that young? He looked positively depressed. Emo boy! "Why're you laughing?"
"I'm not, I'm giggling. There's a difference." The grip on my collar tightened.
"Welcome to the Organization, Eden. Or...Denex, should I call you?"
"Denex? What?"
"You're a Nobody, Eden."
"That's not very nice," I said, pouting. "Are you trying to say I'm unpopular?" Oh my gosh, I came up with way too many fantabulous comebacks back then... Not really. But I will admit to my sarcasm.
"NO I'M NOT!" The man got up in my face, and I bit my lip to keep from laughing. It was fun messing with him. "You're a Nobody. An empty shell, just like the rest of us here at Castle Oblivion."
"Oblivion, huh? Sounds spooky."
"I detect sarcasm in your voice, Denex."
"I believe you are correct."
"DON'T-" He shook me. "LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN."
"Yessum."
"Now..." He finally released me. "...You will be kept under my watch. My name is Zexion. You will be called Denex from here on out, seeing as you are almost a part of the Organization." Almost, which meant not. Which meant I could bend rules. Fantabulous.
"But I like Eden better."
"Too bad, DENEX."
"Screw you."
Zexion grabbed my shoulder-length brown hair and pulled me up by it. I shrieked in pain.
"That's nothing. Trust me," Zexion said, smirking. He released me and I fell to the floor, twitching in pain. "Now, where was I? Oh, yeah. Anyway, you will be living here and working for us." He threw me a black robe, and I caught it, confused.
"Why do you want me?"
"You have a gift, Denex."
"Eden."
"DENEX."
"EEEEEDEEEEENNNNN!"
"It's Denex, get used to it."
"What's your real name then? Zeion?"
"No. That's irrelevant. Put that on." He pointed to my robe.
"What's my gift?" I insisted.
"You can control music, and people's moods. You could alter a decision with your powers. It's up to you to discover your powers, though. And you had better do it quickly."
"Fantabulous."
"You'll come in handy," Zexion said, turning his back to me. I stuck out my tongue. "Don't stick out your tongue or I'll rip it out of your mouth permanently."
"Hey! How did you do that?"
"I have a gift as well."
"Oooh, so many gifted people in one place can't be a good thing."
"Actually, it... ...?"
Zexion eyed me suspiciously and I shrugged innocently. He shook his head slowly. As I put on my robe, I wondered how long I had been a "Nobody" and why I had never known about it before. Although it might explain why nobody had been reading my emails I sent them and no one was returning my calls. And my gifts? Feh. Total abuse of power comes to mind.
"Come with me, Denex," Zexion said after I pulled on my robe.
"Eden," I muttered under my breath. Nevertheless, I followed my keeper through the basement of Castle Oblivion to see a large, brunette haired man standing there with a girly looking blonde haired...man? Man. He was definitely a geezer, though.
"What's going on, Zexion?" the blonde asked Zexion, looking at you. "I demand an explanation."
"Nice to see you, too, Vexen. Meet Denex," Zexion replied.
"Eden," I said.
"It's Denex," Zexion insisted.
"EDEN!"
Zexion growled, then addressed Vexen again. I noticed the brunette man was staring at me in a funny way. I stepped behind Zexion. I definitely did NOT like the way he was looking at me...manwhore was written all over that ugly, square-shaped face of his...
"You know, it's deplorable... The Organization used to be the rope that binds us. And now it's full of kinks," Zexion said, smirking. Vexen looked shocked.
"How dare you!" he shouted.
"Let it go, Vexen. Zexion, tell us. What did you detect?" the fat guy asked, still looking at me. I stepped completely behind Zexion. He was looking at me in a stalker-ish kind of way. Obviously not something I desired from anyone, especially someone that grotesque.
"Visitors. I picked up two scents in the castle's lowest basement. One of them was Maleficent, but-"
"Absurd. The witch is gone. She cannot return from the realm of darkness of her own volition," Vexen said. DANG, his voice...so annoying!
"If you'd let me finish... The scent belonged to a very convincing double. But I can't say much beyond that, since the would-be Maleficent is no more. Our other visitor saw to that," Zexion finished. I smiled to myself. He shared my sarcasm: a good sign.
"Who is it?" Fatty asked.
"I don't know... But the scent was very similar to the Superior's. Exactly similar, if I may say."
"Rubbish!" Vexen shouted.
"Fact, Vexen. Now, what shall we do?" Zexion asked.
"Let us bide our time and see what develops," Fatty replied. "Our use of the girl may come sooner than we expected." "The girl"? Right. That made me feel so special...
"What are you guys talking about?" I asked, finally stepping out from behind Zexion.
"Nothing that concerns you at the moment, Denex," Vexen said.
"Shut up, you gaywad. I was asking Zexion."
Vexen opened his mouth in shock, then disappeared. Fatty disappeared after him.
"Don't say things like that!" Zexion shouted. "Vexen is a higher rank than me, and I could get into trouble because of you."
"But what I said was true!"
"I'm not denying that. Just keep those things to yourself."
"I have a hard time with that. Cut me some slack!"
"I noticed," Zexion said, smirking at me. "But try."
"Maybe. Maybe not. I don't see what's in it for me."
"You will, because not only is MY position on the line, but YOUR EXISTANCE."
"I thought I didn't exist."
Zexion sighed angrily. I grinned. How easy was it to piss him off?
"I know you're doing this on purpose," he growled, looking me in the eye.
And then there was that little detail...
"Keep your brain game to yourself," I said, walking away.
"Where do you think you're going?" he shouted after me.
"Anywhere, as long as I'm away from you."