Our World's New Organization
My friend has recently beat Kingdom Hearts 2 and is as big an Organization XIII freak as I am. Now he's trying to get us all Organization names. It's kinda creepy, but I'm thinking of it tonight and decided it would make a good story.
Kinda want a different Keyblade master and company, so I'll just make the first chapter about them and see where it goes. I'll wait for a few reviews, and then hopefully something will click.
Enjoy.
Chapter One: Plotting Party.
Xadmain looked over the city, the completely unsuspecting city that, if all went well, would soon be his. He sniffed the air. Pure. He began to show traces of a smile on his face.
If he had a heart, he'd be in love right now.
That's right: They were the Organization. The new Organization. No more weepy crap over how they had no hearts. No more popping out of nowhere behind the back shooting at people. They were tough. They were mean. And they could kick some serious ass.
And guess who was No.1?
Yup. You guessed it.
Xadmain.
After Xemnas and his crew had bitten the bullet, he came in and took command. And his friends, all Nobodies this time created when their real bodies simply died, came with him.
Gone, too, were those pussy-ass robes with the hood; they all wore trench coats with dark glasses. And each carried they're own preferred weapon. In Xadmain's case, his was his two silver daggers, capable of taking out even the most mythical of creatures. It could even take out his own Nobodies.
Of course, the damn Heartless were another matter. As usual, only the Keyblade could take them out. But the problem was, now that Sora was "retired", there was no one left to take up the legendary blade.
That was the main reason why the Organization had come to this world. They figured, hey, spread enough chaos in a city and bam, a Keyblade wielder should show up. Good plan.
Now if only it would work.
"How's it going?"
Xoej, the No.2, warped out of oblivion to greet his friend. Unlike Xadmain, who was big with long black hair and could make anyone fear him, Xoej was skinny with short black hair and didn't look like a threat. But looks were deceiving, and in his case, more so. In fact, it was reason why he was one of the only members not to possess a weapon; his karate moves are all he needed.
"Not too good, not too bad. Still haven't gotten anyone," Xadmain said.
"Why don't we just go someplace else, man? We've been here three weeks, nada. Why stay?" Xoej shook his head dejectedly.
This time, No.1 didn't answer.
He couldn't explain. Couldn't explain why, out of the oh so many worlds in the universe, they would come to this lowly desolate wasteland. Why he felt like he could finally find someone who could fill the big shoes Sora had left behind. Why this world- the Organization's original home world- was the one.
Instead, he asked, "Where are the others?"
"Paxt and Xnohj went on their own to look for the guy. Drexan's got the lab to himself; I don't know where the others went."
"The new guy?"
"In his room. He still doesn't know about the situation."
"And- dare I ask it- what's Moxt up to?"
"You rang, hoss?"
Another warp, and Moxt, No.8, appeared. One of the lower ranks, he was none the less one of the most efficient. A troublemaker, even by Xadmain's standards, he was a skinny little wildcard with shoulder-length black hair and a scruffy beard on his chin, accompanied with a city boy accent. He was a hell of a gun fighter, and his weapons were two 50. cal magnums, codenamed "Handcannons". However, he couldn't be totally trusted, which is why he was barely let into the loop on things.
"What are you up too?" the new leader asked.
"Doin' what all you all seem to be obsessin' over. Lookin' for some stupid kid," Moxt joined his fellow members and hopped up squatted on the edge of the roof.
"Anything?"
"Nope. Got Nobodies searchin' round the freakin' clock, tearin' the whole damn city apart. Still only kickin' up horseshit."
"I thought I told you and Naxan to work together on this. Where is she?"
The younger member laughed. "What, you honestly thought that woulda worked? Me and that bitch callin' it truce for a night? Nada, man, she started goin' off about how we shoulda looked around some goddam park area and I'm telling her, I ain't lookin' past where I've been told to look, 'cause the only people who exceed expectations in their work are glory-boys and new guys who can't even get laid. She started screamin' and hollerin' about how I disgust her and warped off. I tell yeh, she is one hard-boiled egg."
Xadmain and Xoej sighed. Those two kids were born enemies. How in the world were they supposed to fight a Keyblade master when they were too busy fighting amongst themselves?
"Moxt, you ever think, maybe, Naxan's trying to tell you something? Something important?" Xoej asked.
Moxt pondered this question for a few minutes. He took out a pack of gum, popped one into his mouth, and smacked on it while continuing to ponder. The chewing, as it always did, got on the two older members' nerves but they remained patient as they waited for the verdict. Then-
"Naw, nothin'," No. 8 shook his head.
Xoej slapped his hand into his face. Xadmain sighed again. Same old, same old.
"Moxt, get over to the labs. See if Drexan has detected anything of value yet," he ordered.
"You got it, Boss-man," and in another warp, Moxt was gone.
"I tell you, old buddy, one of these days, I'm gonna lock those two in a closet and just have them talk it out. This shit between them is getting really-"
Another warp, this time a tall, beautiful woman with just past her shoulder-length black hair and a decent figure came in. Dressed like the others, Naxan, No. 9's weapons were her light discs, materialized out of nowhere and thrown to anywhere and always coming back. Right now, she looked ready to throw them at a certain little punk…
"Hello Naxan, we were just talking to Moxt about your-" Xoej was quickly interrupted.
"He was here?" demanded Naxan.
"Yeah, he just warped out a minute ago-"
"I'LL KILL THAT LITTLE SON OF A BITCH!" she screamed, almost knocking No. 2 off of the roof, "I swear to God, we're not in the search two minutes and he already goes off and… UGH!"
She quickly warped off again. Xadmain growled.
"Like I was saying, this is giving me a goddam headache."
Xoej re-positioned on the roof and nodded in agreement. Getting back to the matter at hand, he added, "You think Drexan can find this kid?"
"If he can't, none of us can." Drexan, No. 4, had the ability to search entire continents for people with just his minds eye. If he failed, they had no hope.
"Go and check and see for yourself. I don't trust Moxt to get into the lab without breaking something," ordered Xadmain. Xoej silently nodded, there was yet another warp, and he was gone.
Xadmain was once again alone on the rooftops of the city, staring out into the lights and noises. Despite them, he had never been more at peace.
And there, he felt something that not even Drexan could sniff out-
Something was brewing. Something big.
And it had the new Organization printed all over it.
Yeah, that's it for now. Hope you enjoy it.
I decided that the chapters will all mainly be about the Organization members at first- mainly relationships with one another, characteristics, features, the works. Once I think up a Keyblade master, then this will really get going with him.
If ever in the future you come across a crossover story with Organization characters in it, and you see a couple of these names in it, I want you to know that the author of that story is a friend of mine and we came up with these names together. No worries.
And last, but not least, here's a list of the new order members. They're all amongst the ages of 18- 28, so I'll post those to show who's who:
Males:
Xadmain (No. 1)- 28
Xoej (No. 2)- 27
Drexan (No. 4)- 19
Xhrics (No. 6)- 28
Paxt (No. 7)- 18
Moxt (No. 8)- 19
Xnohj (No. 10)- 18
Naxst (No. 11)- 18
Dexn (No. 13)- 23
Female:
Raulax (No. 3)- 18
Emylix (No. 5)- 18
Naxan (No. 9)- 19
Zixl (No. 12)- 27
Guess what the names are and you win… well, nothing, but it's fun to do.
… This thing will probably suck, but don't flame it too badly… please?