A/N: I have not (quite) given up on retrieving the pre-written but not yet posted chapters for this that I lost, but just leaving it to sit in the dust made me feel oh-so-sad. So I decided to give it a little re-vamp. A makeover, if you will. In the form of actually doing the deaths in order. Below is a copy of my previous A/N for the stories beginning. Modified as I see fit. Also, I'm using Vexen's dying lines from English subtitled Final Mix Re: COM clips. (Desperately wishes she actually owned FM.) So please don't go all purist on me… it's not my fault I have a memory too horrible to remember his original lines in the GBA version of COM!
A/N: Ok, you have to understand how weird this is for me. First of all, I don't usually do dramatic crap; I'm all about the humor. But I've been meaning to expand my borders a bit, and this story was bugging me... I love the Organization; I wish they didn't all have to kick the bucket. But when you're not on the good side, you usually die/disappear, and the Organization wouldn't have been the same if they'd been good guys. ...Then again I'm prolly biased, I like villains too much, always have. Anyway, this is a buncha one-shots on the deaths of the Organization. I make little attempt to be canon. There is going to be slash, since I'm partial to that type of thing; if it bothers you then either don't read, or just deal. Here are some pairings likely to appear in the story (this chap included): Marluxia/Vexen, Xaldin/Demyx, Larxene/Marluxia (one-sided), Axel/Roxas (one-sided...ya I got sucked into this. I'll go blow my brains out later.), Xemnas/Saïx, and possibly something concerning Luxord if anything good occurs to me.
No I'm not taking any bloody requests. Sheesh. Anyway, now that I've appropriately ruined the mood, I'm just going to write.
Disclaimer: Oh ya, I gotta do this too uh... ya... I don't not own no Nobodies. (Heh, figure that one out grammar bizzah!)
Number IV: The Chilly Academic
"Gahh!" The cry escaped Vexen's lips as he was unexpectedly knocked backwards by a sphere of fire.
Vexen didn't even need to look to know it was Axel, that snarky bastard. Number IV struggled to his feet.
"Axel, what are you…" Vexen had already guessed, of course. The question was more a formality than a means of deriving information. The question wasn't 'what?' it was 'why?'
It simply wasn't right to be able to taste his goal and have it torn away.
"Just stopping you from saying things you shouldn't be." Number VIII drawled. "And finishing you off." The statement was made as though it were an afterthought; Vexen knew better.
"No… wait!" As bare as his… semi-existence was, Vexen wasn't willing to let go of it. He had worked so hard, so strenuously, to attain the answers. That's all he'd ever wanted, was answers. As both Vexen and Even.
He was a scientist, had been a scientist, he lived for experiments, for theories and hypothesis and the verification thereof. True some of those experiments had been extreme, but the subjects were willing and voluntary… and who could've known the results would have been so horrendous?
Neither Even nor Vexen had asked for what had happened, it just had. A law of science; cause and effect.
Like right now.
Escaping a humiliating death at the hands of Axel had suddenly become Vexen's main priority, although let's be honest the situation looked bleak. Very, very bleak. And painful.
"We just exist. We are Nobodies." Axel crossed his arms. "But your memories and existence end here. Aren't you happy?"
"S-Stop!" Vexen was angry at the tremor in his voice, how could he be afraid of a mere neophyte such as Axel!? How could he show such weakness!? ...Because at the moment he was weak. The battle with the keybearer had drained him terribly, as Axel must have known.
That despicable coward! It was so like him to kill someone when they were helpless.
Why was it always Axel? Always the Flurry of Dancing Flames ruining his plans? Mocking him and destroying his lab, always Axel! ...No... That wasn't right.
It was always Marluxia.
Axel was a vague annoyance, a pebble in one's boot, compared to Marluxia. The self-centered, black-souled Number XI was more infuriating than a dozen Axels, and more than that, intoxicating. Damn him, but Vexen had been intrigued. Hatefully so, but all the same...
No, that wasn't right either. Nobodies couldn't hate. Nobodies couldn't feel! …damned if his mind wasn't putting up a hell of a fight against itself on that matter though.
Wrong again… but how? If his mind rebelled against the idea of apathy and hatred at the same time, than what was his subconscious trying to convey? What ridiculous idea was it telling him?
Surely not… Axel raised a hand, drawing Vexen out of his lightning quick self-analysis and back to the terrifying problem at hand.
"I don't want to... go yet." Vexen pleaded, but the last two words were cut off.
"Well, see you." Axel said lightly, obviously confident he wouldn't. The Flurry of Dancing Flames snapped his fingers, and Vexen quite literally went up in flames.
However it wasn't the fire he felt as he faded, it wasn't VIII's voice he heard, it wasn't Axel's face he saw.
Vexen saw Marluxia. And as the scientist was looking at that face and rapidly disintegrating, he realized the oddest thing.
The Graceful Assassin, for the first time in Vexen's memory…
Wasn't smiling.
And just as quick as Vexen's thoughts, nothing filled the space where once there had been Nobody.