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Vexen was just heading down the stairs of Oblivion Castle, the name doing justice to the odd structure which was yellowy brick with green spikes coming out of turrets, all completely surrounded in darkness and placed on the edge near a cliff.
He was heading out towards the main door casually, out to go recruit new members for the organization. Thirteen might be a lucky number, but it sure as heck wasn't a large number. When he left the building onto the dirt path heading for the intersection, he noticed something still lying in the grass. Frowning slightly he went over to see what kind of disfigured animal it was, only to be surprised to see a girl. If she was a Nobody, the body left over after someone lost their heart, then his luck sure had risen up a notch. Then again, she might be the enemy, a keyblade wielder. The very thought made his face screw up in disgust. In the end, he decided to take her back to the castle; Superior wouldn't want her snooping around unwatched.
Of course as he was carrying her in he had to run into one of the only people who would make fun of him for it. "Well, well, Vexen." Axel walked up to him, straying from his headed direction. "Rescuing fair damsels instead of doing your job?" He crossed his arms over his chest, teal eyes filled with mirth.
Vexen just rolled his eyes and thrust her dead weight into the other members' arms. "You can take care of her then." He shook his head before stalking off. Axel sighed, tempted to just drop her and leave her there.
"I suppose I have nothing better to do anyways," he retorted half heartedly before carrying her to a spare room. After laying her down, he unhooked her belts, taking any other sort of weapon along with him to hide away somewhere. Neira would lay like that asleep for the next hour before realizing where she was.
When she did awaken somewhat consciously before opening her eyes, the last thing she remembered was dying. She shifted around, feeling the sheets of the bed, the pillow resting beneath her head. Thoughts flew threw her head. Where was she? How could she be in heaven after killing all those people in the army? And what she knew of Hell, burning in the eternal flames and all that jazz, they probably didn't have beds with soft sheets and pillows.
Reluctantly she opened her eyelids to pure white, everywhere. The walls, the ceiling, the bed frame and sheets, the door….all white. A small smile tugged at her lips before dropping off quickly. Why weren't bells ringing? Her heart should be soaring. Maybe heaven was just like that, you're so content you feel nothing. She heaved a deep sigh and sat up slowly, preparing to see what heaven was really like. She had to admit, when she opened the door and came out into a plain white hallway, she had a small disappointed nagging.
Continuously she would get her hopes up. What's behind this door? Only to have it replaced by disappointment. It wasn't until she came upon a balcony to the outside of the castle, and saw how dark and dismal it was surrounding, that she figured out she wasn't in heaven.
"Well, it's not hell….so am I stuck in limbo?" She questioned aloud somewhat degenerately, confusion the only thing she felt at this moment. She looked down at herself. Crap. She was wearing the same clothes. If this was limbo, she needed to find a way out.
She went back inside, the surrounding darkness making her feel depressed, and found the nearest staircase to go to the main level with. Halfway down the stairs, a man literally came out of the wall. Just like that, out of nowhere. One moment she was about to escape, the next a dark inky black portal opened in the wall and a black cloaked figure stepped out.
"What the….?" She stepped backwards up a few stairs, not wanting to touch whatever he was. The guy had a type of teal or emerald green eye color, and his hair was a vivid red and spiked back, which was unusual since it wasn't short, but longer. After that statement she just stopped talking. Obviously being dead had its perks.
Other than his face, which could be covered by the hood, he wore that cloak all the way down to his ankles, all black, including gloves. He simply waggled a finger at her. "Where do you think you're going?" He slyly asked, as if it were a great joke to him.
"Away from here," she stated before moving to go around him. He shifted into her path, a mischievous look in his oddly colored eyes. She moved to the left, so did he. Sidestepped to the right, so did he. Faking him out didn't even work, he wouldn't let her go.
Eventually she stood still, glaring him down. "You can let me go or I will make you move." She stated coldly, her eyes like ice. Her right hand rested slightly above her hip, which of course he noticed.
"And how, exactly, do you plan on doing that?" He asked smugly, already knowing the outcome. Her right hand shifted for her left hip, about to draw a blade. When it reached air she made an astonished face and looked down to find out she didn't even have the sheath or belt. Angrily looking back up, she just scowled at him.
Knowing that she needed to think of an alternative solution fast, she closed her eyes, inhaled a small breath and opened them again. She summed up this, this person to see if she could take him physically.
He was around eighteen, and a little over six feet tall. This meant she was a year younger, and her chin came up to his shoulder. Her chance of winning was good, but it wouldn't be an easy fight. He noticed her serious and thoughtful face, and smirked. "You still think you can get past me."
After this she thought about her standards. She was dead now; fighting wouldn't be the same as in the real world. A small hint of fear crept down her spine. Too late now, she thought before heading a punch towards his gut. His hand grabbed her and shoved it to the side, her foot moving to step on his, after which she would shove him and make him fall down the stairs.
He moved ever so slightly, stepping down a stair, her following. All she needed to do was get around him, and she would bolt. Then again, she wasn't on the first floor, more like the fourth or fifth. If she ran, he might catch her or go through another wall. Not to mention she could get lost. Dang it, she way had the under hand here.
If she hadn't been thinking on it so much she wouldn't have found herself with both hands grappled behind her back a few minutes later, one floor down from the stairs they had worked their way down, on her knees. At least she could still fight while thinking and they were fairly equal when she concentrated.
She struggled against his grip, gritting her teeth as her shoulders started to ache. This made her frown, and she stopped struggling. Axel simply raised an eyebrow and stayed wary. Neira swung her neck around and glared at him, gaining a smirk before turning back around and pondering how she was going to get out of this. Obviously limbo was a lot like real life.
So, she did something that she had done a few times before in real life. She started twisting her arm; acting like she was trying to get out of his grip, and eventually both of them heard an uncomfortable snap. Normally she would have continued twisting it to escape; but instead, she fell on the ground on her side. Then she pretended to cry. He figured something was amiss, but knelt down to help her anyways. When he came close enough to her, she lashed her leg out and tripped him. Quickly she took her chance for escape and ran down a set of stairs, to come upon yet another hallway exactly like the one before it; white with doors lining the sides.
She didn't stop running until he came through the wall again, only this time holding weapons. One in each hand, they were circular with spikes protruding from every few centimeters. They were flame red colored with silver. The look on his face was amused, but a little annoyed also.
"You're a feisty one," he smirked as he twirled on of the weapons in his hands. This made her face heat up with anger. "Why won't you let me through? Are you really some sort of demon guard or something?" It took him a few moments before he realized what she was saying.
"You think….your dead?" He asked somewhat curiously, which only turned to extreme amusement when she looked so sure of the fact.
"Of course I'm dead! It's either that or I'm in a coma….No; I couldn't have possibly survived from a wound like that. It had to have gone through at least three organs." As she mumbled incoherently to herself, Axel asked another question seriously.
"Do you remember your name?" She scoffed. "Of course I do, it's….wait." She looked at him and took a few steps back. "Why do you all of a sudden want to know?" He gave her an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Something was definitely up.
He sarcastically replied. "I'm an evil Satanist who wants to steal it. Now that I think about it, you would make a very sexy devil." He was mocking her. This made her angry even more, but she knew that she couldn't fight him without a weapon this time. She dared a swift glance in either direction. What would happen if she opened one of those doors? Did she dare go beyond to whatever may be behind it?
"You are definitely meant for hell if you're not already from there." She shot back at his sexual innuendo towards her. He brushed this off like she hadn't said anything at all. "So, how did you fake the arm snapping? I'm honestly intrigued." Neira's face burned red and took on a pained expression as she realized she hadn't faked it, and had forgotten all about it. She looked down, trying to move her arm, the shoulder on fire, and she had obviously done something to the elbow also.
She shot another glare at him and he flashed away his weapons. "Now how do you figure on fighting me with only one arm?" She held her limp arm with her good one and continued to not talk to him. He leaned forward slightly, as if to tell her a secret.
"You're not dead." She just stared at him like he was a crazy person. "Well, you died, but you were kind of reincarnated." She shook her head, not believing a word he said, and began to walk in the other direction. As she turned her back on him she swore she could hear a small laugh when she had murmured 'Satanist BS.'
Maybe Larxene could explain it better, girl to girl. He wondered how Larxene was going to take having another girl in the house, especially one that had just as much sarcasm as she did. He would have to look out for this little devil, make sure Larxene didn't hurt her, even though he was sure she could handle herself. "This should be interesting," he tapped a gloved finger to his smirk as he caught up with Larxene and quickly explained to her that she needed to show a newbie the ropes.
A/N: I'm extremely happy that the first chapter had 25 hits, and depressed with only one review, which was from my friend. O.o well. R&R plz!