Chapter Two
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"Organization eleven? What are you talking about? Who are you?" A scared Liamura asked. The bus came to a halt. Liamura followed the others off of the bus. It was stopped in front of a large building. It was castle-like and all white, completely white. "And where are we?"
"Number Eleven sure is questioning." A guy with gray blue hair that covered half of his face noted.
"My name is Liamura!" He shouted. "What is going on?"
A tanned guy with long gray hair stood up. "Welcome to Organization XI. We are a group of powerful nobodies who wish to find more about the heart in order to become whole."
"Nobodies?"
A guy with long blonde hair stood up next. "Nobodies are creatures who were created when a some body loses their hearts. Nobodies usually take on the form of a dusk. Only some bodies with strong hearts keep their human forms. For example, I am the nobody of Even. You are the nobody of Liamura."
"I am Liamura."
Everyone in the room laughed. This time a guy with long spiky red hair and bright green eyes stood up. "No, you are, um what is his name Superior?"
The gray haired man stood up. "His name is Marluxia."
"Who are all of them?"
Each one went around stating their names. Then the guy who identified himself as Xemnas started to talk again. "Zexion will show you around. You will train with Xigbar this afternoon."
Everyone nodded and walked out of the room except for Zexion. Zexion was quiet and walked up stairs. He opened up the door to a room. Everything was white inside. Zexion walked over to his closet, pulled out a cloak and shoved it at Marluxia. "Put it on. It is your organization cloak." He grumbled. Marluxia did what he was told and put on the cloak. "Good, now go to training with Xigbar."
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Marluxia went out of the room. He walked down a few sets of stairs to the training room. Xigbar was in there. "First of all, you need a title, an element, and a weapon. What do you like?"
Marluxia blushed. "I like flowers."
"Flowers, girly, graceful. Your title will be The Graceful Assassin. You already have a weapon correct?"
"I did pull something out before. The end had a yellow and black section while the long handle was dark green. At the top there was an almost cross like object that was pink with a white middle. Three of the ends were short and sharp. The last end was much longer and curved a bit but was just as sharp if no sharper."
"A scythe. Let's test your use with it."
Xigbar pulled out his weapon and came towards Marluxia. Marluxia grabbed behind him pulling out the scythe. "I wonder what it does." He poked Xigbar with the not as sharp ends. "Poke." He said as he poked Xigbar. He turned the scythe so that the long sharp end was pointed at him. He swung wrong and hit him in the eye. All that he dared to mutter was. "Poke." Before he ran out the door and all the way back to his room.
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Marluxia looked around the all white room. It was so empty. The young boy felt very much alone. The white just made it even worse. There was no one else there, just him and his lonely white room. Suddenly, Marluxia had an idea.
Marluxia opened up his backpack. When he left for school that morning, he didn't pack much. He just had thought that he was going to school. He emptied his back pack. There were a few books, planting supplies, some paper, his cds and cd player, his text books, his lunch, a sweat shirt, some pens, a binder, paint, some pictures, and markers.
He made designs all over the papers and mounted the pictures. He put those up of the wall. After that, he took some pink paint and wrote Number Eleven: Marluxia, The Graceful Assassin on his wall. Next, he took the top sheet off of his bed and splattered it with some paint and remade the bed. He then put his books and binders on the book shelf and hung up his original clothes in the closet. He took out the flower pots and aligned them up on his window still. He put the necessary things in each plant. Lastly he stacked his cds in a neat row on the book shelf.
He looked around his room once again. It was better now. There was color on the walls and his bed, things on the shelves, and clothes in his closet that weren't black. It was better then it was before. The flowers would help once they grew. He looked up at the white clock. It was getting late. He changed into the pajamas that were in his closet and sat lay on his bed. He looked at the pictures of his friends and family, well Liamura's friends and family. He missed them all and suddenly he felt sadder then before. He was scared and lonely and just wanted to go home. He continued to look at the pictures and cried. It wasn't a loud cry. It was quite quiet.
He heard motion out side of his room. Then he heard a knock on his door. "Come in." Marluxia said while he dried his eyes.
Saix walked in. Saix wasn't much older then he was, maybe a year or two older, but he had been there for much longer. "Marluxia, are you lonely and sad?" Marluxia looked up and nodded. "Well you're a nobody, no emotion. Don't feel so sad, you can't." Saix left.
Marluxia lay in his bed. The words hurt. But they can't? Nothing can hurt. He thought in his bed until he feel asleep.
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He turned and looked over to his clock. It read 8:00. Marluxia sprang out of bed. He was late for school! Then he looked around. This wasn't his room. He wasn't late for school. He didn't need to go to school at all.
Did his parents know he was gone? Did they miss him? Marluxia felt just as lonely as he had the night before. He didn't cry though. Instead he put on an organization cloak and went down the kitchen.
End of the chapter!
Aww poor Marluxia. We must remember that he is only 15 right now.
