-Abduction-

:A New Member:

"Beast's Castle, honestly, of all the places for a new member to show up..." number III was grumbling to himself to pass the time. He had been wandering about the land outside the castle gates for what seemed like hours, and it was cold. A harsh breeze picked that moment to blow through, causing his organization cloak to flutter menacingly.
"If I don't find this kid soon I'm gonna-" number III paused as he spied a form wandering along not too far away. The person had a shock of light blue hair and didn't seem bothered in the least by the cold. It had to be the new member. And they were walking away.
"Crap!" number III thought to himself and hurried to catch up to the other person so he could go home; he was sick of being in the cold with numb fingers. He had almost reached his target and was extending an arm to clasp them on the shoulder when suddenly a hand shot up, wrapping around his wrist. Before he knew what was happening, number III found himself sprawled on his stomach on the ground, having been flipped over the other person's shoulder. His arm was held captive behind his back, bent at a painful angle. The hands that held him were freezing. As number III's face became intimately familiar with the hard-packed dirt he tried to figure out exactly what it was that had just taken place. His aggressor still sat on his back, preventing him from standing.
He only became more confused when a voice demanded coolly, "What the hell do you want, you some kind of pervert? Stalking me?" Now number III was truly confused, could the person seriously not have realized he was a guy? Why would a guy stalk . . . another . . . guy . . . Suddenly something clicked in his brain and he swore; number VII had never actually said the new member was a 'he'.
"Holy shit, you're a girl! That little... next time I see him..." number III was contemplating just what he would do to get revenge on number VII. Just because he's the superior's lapdog doesn't mean he can just push me around. I'm number III for nothing's sake!
It seemed his attacker was surprised by his outburst because the grip on his arm loosened.
"Wait, what do you mean by that?! Are you saying you're not a stalker?"
Number III sighed deeply through his nose, "No I am not a stalker, I'm a member of an elite organization of beings called nobodies. Beings much like yourself." He would have preferred to give his speel standing and not with his face in the dirt.
"Oh...OH! Crap, I'm sorry!" the light-blue haired girl apologized, finally standing. Number III shook his head and pushed off the ground with his arms. The other members are never gonna let me live this down. He sighed briefly then stood and turned to take stock of the new member...and almost fell back down in shock. The girl was small in build, hardly taller then 158 cm, and she had floored him without a glance. Damn, the other members are gonna laugh me out of the organization if they find out she managed to take me out.
"What?!" the girl demanded, unnerved by number III's silence.
"It's just...you're kinda small...and fe-"
"If you even think of insulting that fact that I am female I will throttle you," the girl raised a fist threateningly.
Number III's completion paled, "No- no need for that." He coughed to gather his thoughts, "Err, as I told the dirt earlier, I am a representative of an elite organization of Nobodies, the Organization XIII." He drew himself to his full height, looking proud as he added, "I am number III." The girl seemed unimpressed; in fact she raised an eyebrow.
"Number III? What, you don't have a real name?" Number III stared at the girl for a second; she was missing the point, of course he had a name! He was merely- oh who cares, he broke off his own train of thought.
"My name is Xaldin."
"Xaldin, riiight," the girl drew out the word in thought, squinting her eyes at him suspiciously. "...Are you sure you're not a stalker? You know, you've just got that look to you, kinda creepy and pervy and whatnot."
"I'm not a stalker!" Xaldin protested, "I didn't even know you were a girl!"
"Oh, well that makes me feel good about myself, 'Oh I'm sorry, I thought you were a different gender, my bad'," the girl responded sarcastically.
"That's not what I meant!" Xaldin was getting frustrated, and was also succeeding in digging himself a deeper hole. He briefly wondered if whoever was charged with convincing Larxene to join had had this much trouble and briefly pitied them. Xaldin sighed and switched tactics, hoping it would work.
"I was sent by my Superior to invite you to join our organization, he charged me with bringing you back to him. Will you come?"
The girl tilted her head to the side, considering. "Well it can't be any worse than hanging around here, I was getting bored. If you even try to do anything to me though, you're gonna get to know the ground real well," she threatened, and Xaldin believed her. He chose not to make a response and instead opened a portal of darkness.
"This will lead right to my Superior's office." The girl simply stared at Xaldin as if waited for something. "What?!" he finally demanded.
"You're mental if you think I'm going first, I'd rather have some sort of shield if this is a trap."
"Fine!" Xaldin was getting to be exasperated. He stepped into the portal then out into the Superior's office. Number I looked up from a piece of paper he was reading.
"Number III," he greeted him in a stoic tone coupled with a small look of annoyance. "Where is the new member? I do believe I sent you to fetch them."
"Well sir, they should be here any second-"
Number I rubbed at his eyes with his thumb and forefinger, "You went through the portal before them? Did it ever occur to you that they would not follow?"
"Well, yes but you see-"
A whistle broke off their conversation. The blue-haired girl was surveying the room curiously.
"Nice place, but it's kinda oppressing, doncha think? All the strait lines and no colours..."
"Ah, see here she is!" Xaldin stated the obvious.
"I can see that Number III," the Superior responded. "Welcome to the home of Organization XIII, I'm sure you are wondering why you were brought here?"
The girl slumped into a chair in front of Number I's desk and blew a strand of blue hair off her forehead. "Not particularly, Mr. Stalker pretty much filled me in." She indicated Xaldin carelessly with her thumb.
"Stalker?" The Superior questioned looking at Xaldin with his eyebrow raised. Xaldin just sighed and shook his head.
"Since you already know what we wish this should move along a bit smoother. Please state your name." The girl looked like she wanted to argue and Xaldin felt embarrassed that he hadn't even thought of asking her name.
Finally the girl decided to humour the Superior, "Cixah."
"And what is it that you do?" the Superior questioned her further.
"Do? What, you mean like this?" Cixah held up a hand and tiny ice shards danced in the air around it.
Xaldin had a sudden realization, that's why she was so cold! His gaze wandered as the Superior continued to question Cixah until they finally set upon Number VII who was standing in the hallway, smirking. That little...
Xaldin started leaving the room to tell number VII just what he thought of him when the Superior suddenly called out, "Number III, just where do you think you are going?"
"I, er, didn't think you needed me anymore..."
"On the contrary, you are to show our new member around headquarters. And I would also like a report as to why you are covered in dirt."
Cixah snickered behind her hand and Xaldin's face blanched.
"Well, you see sir, I...ah-"
"Do spit it out Number III, or should I ask Cixah what happened?"
"Sure I'll tell ya!" she said brightly with a rather smirk-inspired smile. "I realized Xaldin here was following me and I didn't know who he was so I thought he was a stalker. So when he tried to touch me I flipped him over onto the ground with his arm behind his back so he couldn't get back up." She said the whole thing rather matter-of-factly. There was a stream of laughter in the hallway, quickly stiffled by a 'shhh!' denoting the presence of a number of members hiding just beyond the doorway.
The Superior sighed and called out, "Number VII, would you please remove Numbers VIII, IX, and XI from the hallway?" The scarred Number VII nodded and there was the sound of running feet in the hall even before Number VII had turned on the three other members.
"So you are telling me that you basically disabled Number III?" Cixah nodded platonically. "I am rather disappointed in you Number III," the Superior stated, then turned to Cixah, "But I am very pleased with your abilities, your talents would be very welcome in Organization XIII. Will you join us?"
Cixah didn't take long to make a decision, "What the hell, sounds like fun."
The Superior ignored her language, "Excellent. Number III shall show you to your new quarters where you will find your own official Organization issue clothing. You are to wear these clothes on all missions and have the choice of wearing the uniform or your own clothes during times of leisure. You are also expected to use a portion of your free time training.
When on missions you will go by the name Number XII."
"XII huh? Good number, even, square of 144, multiple of 2, 3, 4, and 6, I like it."
"I'm glad you approve," the Superior responded in a rather stoic sarcastic manner.
"So how many members are there in Organization XIII?" Cixah questioned curiously.
"At the moment, there are 11, including you."
"Okay, if you don't mind me asking, why is it called Organization XIII? And why am I Number XII then?"
"The number was available," the Superior said darkly. "It's last occupant went against the Organization and had to be terminated. I shall hope we do not need to do the same with you."
"No Sir," Cixah responded, looking rather taken aback.
"We were once thirteen, but three were lost including your predecessor. We will be thirteen again soon enough." His tone didn't leave room for questions, so Cixah left it at that.
"You are free to go to your room now and become acquainted with your new home. Xaldin shall answer any questions you have and show you about. Dismissed." Xaldin would have argued, or at least grumbled if he hadn't know he would get punished, most likely with a really horrible mission. Like this wasn't a horrible mission, Xaldin thought to himself sarcastically as Cixah stood and the two exited the Superior's office. No one was lurking in the hallway anymore, for which Xaldin was grateful. He turned down a hallway and Cixah followed.
"So who was the last Number XII?" Cixah suddenly asked curiously.
"Her name was Larxene, she was the only girl in the Organization; that's changed now obviously."
"Wait, does that mean I'm gonna have to deal with a bunch of guys with no reprieve of intelligent conversation or company?!" Cixah demanded.
Xaldin felt rather insulted, "If you mean to say, 'are you the only girl here' then yes."
"This is really starting to sound less fun by the moment..." Cixah shook her head as if trying to dislodge the thought. "Anyway, tell me more about Larxene, and the other members I guess."
"Hmm, well Larxene fought with lightning and knives, and was really bitchy. I'm not sure you would have liked being in the Organization with her anyway, she wasn't much of a girl...
Number I, the Superior, is actually named Xemnas, don't ask what he does, cause I'm not sure I could really explain it. Number II is Xigbar, he uses guns, and enjoys walking on the ceiling so make sure you look up whenever you enter a room."
Cixah glanced up briefly then looked strait ahead again, nodding.
"Zexion is number VI, he doesn't fight so much as use his mind-power-"
"Wait, wait, wait- what about Numbers IV and V?" Cixah interrupted.
"They are no longer part of the Organization."
"Oh..." responded Cixah, curious but unwilling to ask.
"As I was saying, Zexion doesn't really fight hand to hand. I suppose if you need 'intelligent conversation' you should talk to him. Number VII is Saix, you saw him, the one who was outside the Superior's office. He's Number I's lapdog and a berserker. I suggest never pissing him off or getting in his way. Ever."
Cixah grimaced, "All this is gonna be a pain in the arse to remember."
"You'll get used to it. Number VIII is Axel, he's a pyro and enjoys blowing things up and in general pissing off the Superior and all the other members. Number IX is Demyx, he fights with water and also plays the sitar. He can be a bit of an air head. Number X is Luxord, he's a gambler, never play him at cards or you'll most likely end up betting away a week of your life. Number XI is Marluxia, I suggest staying away from him too. He's a little...weird. He also fights with a scythe..and likes flowers and plants. Lastly there is Number XIII, aside from you he's the newest member, but he's been here a little while now. His name is Roxas, he's pretty quiet but don't let that fool you-he's always getting in trouble with Axel. Oh, and he fights with keyblades."
"Keyblades?" Cixah questioned, the word stirring up a memory in her mind.
"Yeah, it's like a sword only it is a giant key. I know it doesn't sound very threatening but being at the business of one of those things is not very fun."
"I'll take your word for it. So what do you do?"
"I control wind."
"Wind?" Cixah responded, snickering.
"And lances!" Xaldin added, feeling rather insulted.
"Alright, alright, I'm sorry. I'm sure wind can be very formidable."
"I wouldn't be Number III if it wasn't," Xaldin responded then stopped walking in front of a door, a big brass 'XII' hanging on it. "This is your room. I'll wait out here while you get your uniform."
"Alright," Cixah turned the handle and stepped into the vacant room, her room now. She flipped the light while closing the door, and looked around. The walls were blank and white. There was a small bureau pressed against one wall, next to another door. A glance showed the door led into her own bathroom, a mirror over the sink. There was what appeared to be a queen sized bed with plain black sheets and comforter.
"How boring," Cixah said aloud to herself and crossed the room to pull back a pair of plain black curtains, revealing a large window that opened to a view of a darkened garden. "I will be severely disappointed if it is always night here." Cixah wasn't that worried about it though, as it had been night at Beast's Castle as well when she had left. She turned back to the bed where an organization cloak was folded and a pair of high-topped black boots with buckles sat on the ground near by. Cixah also found a pair of black pants and a black shirt to go under the cloak.
"Geez, what would it take to get some colour around here?" Cixah slipped on the new clothes then sat on the edge of the bed to lace up the boots. She had to admit that despite the lack of colour she really liked the clothes. Especially the boots. She also found a small silver key on the bed next to the uniform, with a tiny 'XII' etched into it. She figured it was to open and lock her new room. She reached to the back of her neck and unclasped a thin silver chain and slipped one end through the opening of the key. The key slid down the chain until it met a small silver heart charm. Cixah re-clasped the chain at the back of her neck and stood to leave the room. "I don't think living here will be so bad."
She opened her door and found Xaldin leaning against the wall several feet away. He glanced at her, "All ready?"
"Yep!"
"Follow me." Xaldin began walking away and Cixah hurried to catch up.
"So where are we going?" Cixah asked, glancing about.
"To meet with the other members. They should all be finished with their missions by now. And even if they're not, they're probably here shirking duty anyway."
"Don't they get in trouble for that?"
"Sometimes, normally they just get assigned to crappy missions for a month or so, but sometimes if the superior is really angry he'll set Saix on them."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Do you often talk to yourself?" Xaldin questioned Cixah.
"What?"
"You kept talking to yourself in your room."
"Oh, I guess so, I don't really notice."
"So you have ice powers right?"
"Yep"
"Do you ever get cold?"
Cixah shook her head, "I can't really feel the cold, it just feels the same as everything else to me."
"I suppose that makes sense."
A sudden roar of noise exploded from a room down the hall.
"That room is a bit like our common room, we all go there as a gathering spot. It's got tables and chairs and such."
"Dear lord I have to go in that?" Cixah asked, listening to the noise of voices laughing, arguing, and yelling.
"'Fraid so," Xaldin responded whilst opening the over sized door the noise was permeating. It was even louder with the door open. Xaldin strode in and it seemed one of the members noticed because they suddenly spoke up in a sing-song voice.
"Xaldin got beat up by a girl!" In the hallway Cixah snickered in amusement, no one had noticed her yet. Or so she thought.
"Hello Darling, gotta say we were a bit surprised to hear the new member was a girl." Cixah jumped and her eyes shot upwards to see a man with an eyepatch sitting on the ceiling, his long ponytail hanging down toward the ground.
"Number II I presume?"
"That I am."
"So are all of you perverts or what?" Cixah asked.
Xigbar blinked then started laughing. "What did Xaldin do?"
"Well nothing really I guess, but how was I supposed to know he was there to ask me to join the Organization?"
"That's too bad. The only person you really have to watch out for though is Marluxia, he might actually be a stalker."
"Did I just hear my name out here?" A man with a mane of pink hair stepped into the hallway and his eyes focused on Cixah. Cixah recognized his voice as the same one that had mocked Xaldin for being beat up by a girl.
"Ah! You are the new member! Welcome to Organization XIII!" Marluxia smiled and put his arm around Cixah shoulders.
"Told you," Xigbar said from the ceiling.
Cixah gave Marluxia a winning smile then promptly stomped on his foot. Xigbar started laughing as Marluxia leapt away from her.
Cixah was still smiling, "I would advice you not to touch me in the future." Then she turned away, pausing at the doorway to say, "Now Xaldin's not the only one who was beat up by a girl," and walked into the loud room.
"Yep, she is definitely Organization XIII material," Xigbar stated from the ceiling, still laughing as he strode into the room, suspended from the ceiling.

welcome to the end of the first real chapter. told you it would be much longer than the prologue. the prologue was barely over 300 words. this one is over 3000. yeah.

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