Hey! Okay people I'm starting a series consisted of twelve one shots - Twelve Hours, Twelve Views. One for each member of the organization except Roxas-- each a fragment of their past. I think I'm obsessed with the organization… Okay well a few characters but… I'M STILL OBSESSED! I'm obsessed over many things. The gaining the rights to Kingdom Hearts is one but it's…sniff… just an obsession…
First Hour-Heartless Shadow
"So you wish to make an autobiography of yourself?" The librarian peered over her glasses at the red head skeptically.
"It's not as if I want to…" Green eyes flickered with annoyance. "Xemnas is telling me to 'vent my unneeded emotions' in more appropriate ways such as telling the past to some old freak. No offence or anything. Actually he's probably just still mad at me for burning all his underwear."
"Oh? Well start where you want then…"
"Well I guess my name's Axel. That's A-X-E-L. Memorize it…"
XxXxX
"Éla! DON'T THROW THAT IN THERE! IT'LL EX—" There was a slight boom in the background. "—PLODE!" A tall girl with red tipped raven tresses looked helplessly into the smoky haze while muttering to herself. 'Well at least it exploded outside…" She waved the fumes away from her face. "Éla! Are you okay? Sometimes I can't believe that I'm the younger sibling! Always rushing…" She sighed as she saw a lone figure stagger out of the rubble.
A pair of amber eyes blinked several times as they adjusted to the environment. "Well I started the fire…" Éla straightened up, his hair whipping past his face as he looked his sister. "What?"
'You've got to be kidding me… Éla…" Her mouth was slightly ajar as she watched the fire grow larger by the minute.
"Yes Anjyl?"
"YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO THORW THE EFFIN LIGHTER IN THE FREAKING FIRE!" Her tawny eyes flashed with annoyance as she grabbed her brother by the shoulders and started shaking him like a rag doll.
At sixteen Éla and Anjyl acted like immature six year olds sometimes. They stood at equal height (5,7) and were both freakishly thin. Each had a pair of amber eyes and red hair to match their fiery tempers. The only thing that set them apart was that Anjyl had dyed parts of her hair black and their gender.
And right now they were having one of their idiotic fights…
XxXxX
"Are you two done your spat?" A slender mahogany haired woman looked slightly amused at the two siblings.
"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO RESPECT YOUR ELDERS!" Éla had a very stubborn look on his face.
"ELDERS? NOT A CHANCE! YOU'RE ONLY OLDER BY TWO MINUTES FAG!" Unfortunately she was just as immovable.
So this fight wasn't going to end.
Not any time soon that is…
XxXxX
The gypsies lived a peaceful life. When there was war they never fought unless someone got in their way. That someone usually died.
Madalé Thorn with her light brown hair was probably one of the most tolerant of the gypsies but of course her patience's at an ending point.
Especially when it came to her niece and nephew.
"SHUT THE HELL UP YOU LITTLE BRATS!" Her brown eyes glared at the brother and sister. "THIS IS MY SAY! SO IT'S MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY! GOT IT?" She looked at Éla and Anjyl who stared back dumbfounded with that clueless puppy look. "What am I going to do with you two?" She then started laughing. "Just go fetch the water you two…"
She smiled she watched the two disappear into the forest. Where did they get their energy? She really couldn't stay mad at them forever. She just wanted them to be happy.
The mother of the twins, Saralee- Madalé's sister, had been murdered when the twins were five and their father had left them. They had lived on their own on the harsh streets of Hollow Bastion for three years before Madalé had found them.
She sighed. But for how long would this peace last? There were rumors of heartless nearby and a shadowy organization in the outskirts of town.
For how long indeed…
XxXxX
"GAH! Where's the river?" Anjyl stormed down the path. Éla scratched his head. He also had no idea where they were going. Both had no sense of direction or just didn't bother to pay attention. "Aw crap! I forgot the bucket… You go find the river while I go get the bucket."
"Sure. Whatever… Make sure no one throws anything at you again…"
"SHUT UP!"
Éla sighed. Anjyl was a great person if a bit violent but if you gave her a second look you'd see someone with a carefree attitude. Their father had turned on her when their mother had died. He thought she had killed his wife and tried to kill her but much to his dismay could not. He ended up doing an experiment on her. She gained odd psychic powers from this and tried to kill him. Once she had been found playing with the heartless when she was younger. They seemed naturally attracted to her and she seemed to enjoy their company rather then those of her own kind. She could talk to shadows finding out about their owners. She scared people with her demonic abilities and when she got angry…
Let's not talk about that.
Humming Éla walked down the path when something hit him square in the back. As he fell to the ground trying to pull off whatever had latched onto his back he suddenly realized something.
I never got to tell Anjyl about that organization thing that Aunt Thorn asked me to warn her about…
XxXxX
"Éla! I brought the buck—" A bucket clattered to the ground and a scream pierced through the forest that was suddenly cut short.
"Now, now… we can't have you alerting everyone in the area about us now can we?" A long blond haired man had clamped his hand around her mouth only to be elbowed in the crotch and thrown into a tree.
"I'll scream however much I want!" Anjyl's eyes blazed golden fury as she confronted the seven men in front of her. "That's my brother. Now tell me who the hell you are…"
"I don't think we should answer that question—URGH!" One man was suddenly on his knees with a claw like hand clutching his throat.
"Xaldin is it? That wasn't question. That was a demand. And I demand an answer!" A blackened aura seeped off of her form.
"An—Anjyl?" A pair of green eyes blinked open.
She had already released Xaldin and had a startled look in her eyes. "What happened to your eyes? What's this scent? … No!" Her eyes swung around the group. "No…no… NO! There can't be more!"
"Would you… like to explain what you mean by 'more'?" A tanned individual with white hair inquired.
"Xemnas…You're… you're a heartless with human form aren't you?" She had a manic grin on her face but her eyes echoed fear.
"Correct. But we're not here for you, we're here for Axel. If you do not detain us from our goal we will not harm you." A blue haired man that Anjyl had just identified as Saix spoke up.
"Hmm. Let me tell you this here and now. YOU'RE NOT TAKING MY BROTHER—" Suddenly her eyes glazed over as a thin line of blood trailed down the side of her mouth. And then with a dull thud she hit the ground. Xigbar lifted his now smoking gun proudly.
"What the hell did you do that for? I can't for the life of god know if she's dead or alive now!" Éla, or Axel, fumed.
"Look for a pulse."
"SHE NEVER HAD ONE YOU FREAKS!" He roared at them as he crouched down toward his little sister.
"There's no point… I shot her straight in the heart…" Xigbar said quite smugly.
"What do you mean she never had one?" Zexion cut in surprised.
"What he means is… You're not the only ones who don't have hearts… When I was five my father injected heartless genes in me. And now I'm apparently…immortal." She coughed up some blood. But now they realized that it was black blood that seemed to disintegrate as it met air.
Like a heartless.
"But I've come to realize that I can't hold Axel back from his own decision. It's his choice in the end…" A spasm ran through her body. 'So what do you want?
"You do know that we'll cut your little sister's head off if you say no to our offer." Vexen winced as he explained this to Axel.
"Just you try it." A thin stream of blood flew out of Anjyl's mouth, which suddenly formed a dragon. It rippled and coiled until it could surround the group three times.
"It'sssssssssss good to be free…" It's paper-thin voice echoed twice and faded off.
"You try to kill me, this thing goes in automatic berserk mode. And I'm the only one who can stop it. But I can't exactly do that if I'm dead now can I Lexaeus?" She smiled sweetly at the hulking figure behind her that was holding a rather large tomahawk over her head. "I assure you that the game of life is not whack-a-mole."
"I'll go." Axel looked rather hesitant.
"Okay." Anjyl stood up. The dragon disintegrated into bloody rain splattering them all in blood. "Let's set some ground rules. If you as much as annoy my brother you'll answer to me."
"You know we could easily kill you right now—URGH!" Vexen got kicked in the crotch again.
"Another rule. Don't come crying to me for help." She started walking off back to the camp. "Oh and if anyone asks, the body was burnt."
"Are you sure about this? You could always come with us… You'd be a worthy asset…" Xemnas looked suggestively at the younger girl.
"They're right Anjyl… You'd always be welcome…" Axel looked at his little sister.
She emitted a bark of laughter. "Pfft. Don't kid yourself Axel. I was always in the shadows. I'll stay in the shadows from now on forever. Don't worry… I'm always watching, always there." The way she said the last bit was more threatening then reassuring. "I'm sorry… S'long." And without turning back she walked off.
If anyone had looked they would have seen tears mixed with the blood.
XxXxX
"Okay so let's get this straight. I'm in this organization and at the moment we're looking for other 'nobodies' and stealing hearts is what we do. Correct?" Axel looked at them curiously.
"Yes…" Xemnas looked uneasily at the newbie. Would he run away?
"Would you like anyone killed?" The red head grinned. "I specialize in assassination jobs."
"Pardon me?" Xemnas blinked several times at the pyro.
"Well there are the few people whom the gypsies don't like that have disappeared in the past." He had an extremely toothy grin plastered over his face.
Xemnas and several others smiled. "Excellent…"
XxXxX
"…And so my life story in a nutshell. Quite simple. And now that you've written it all out I'll have to kill you." Axel suddenly smiled.
"What are you talking about? EEP!" The librarian jumped up as flames flickered upward around them.
"Oh I'm sorry. This is a library isn't it?" He lowered his head to look the librarian in the eye. "I've never been that good around books." He tossed one up in the air. "Always so…burnable." It erupted in flames.
"So you're going to k-kill me?"
He smiled. "No. This time I'll let you off." The flames dissipated as he strolled off.
"After all my sister's watching."
YAY! I've finished it! FINALLY! W00T! W00T! W00T! WAHOO! I've already finished the first four hours and there'll be a new one each week. Next:
The bell tolls twice, echoing in its empty marble shelter four times before fading off into the dawning sky. The birds sing in the eaves above as they start to awaken and fly off on their morning flight. The second hour arrives with the new sunrise—Second Hour- Gentle Justice.