A/N: I'm still accepting OCs, just to let you know. :)
A little boy sat curled up cowering against a wall. A number of monsters the size of children surrounded him. They all looked like little soldiers with helmets that covered everything of their face except the eyes, and had a symbol of a fleur-de-lis tipped black heart with a red border that connected to each other through the heart with red jagged lines intersecting as an X in the middle.
One of them jumped at him and he screamed. The soldier launched itself at his chest and in a swift slash of an arm took out a pink heart. In a few seconds the screaming of the boy faded away and a shadow with yellow eyes sat in front of the now heartless boy.
It sat up and scampered a few feet away before flattening itself into the ground and swam away as a shadow.
"Another failure", said a figure in a black coat, his face hidden under the hood. He summoned a massive sword in one hand in a flash of blue light. He faced the soldier who was holding the heart and in a swift movement slashed it in two and it disappeared with a shockwave in a small black cloud.
He made the sword disappear in a flash of blue light. He turned away and walked away into a dark street. Just then a voice cried, "Hey!" stopping him from walking away.
The voice came from a young teen boy with blond hair that went a fair bit of length down his boyish face. He was wearing a blue designed vest that left his chest bare. He stood a few away from the hooded man with a long metal sword.
"What did you do to him?" he demanded. When the hooded man just looked at him he screamed, "Answer me!"
"I don't have to", said the hooded man. He waved a hand in a sleepy movement before pointing it at the boy. A hundred of the soldiers shot at him from behind the hooded man.
The boy slashed down monster after monster with single sweeps than cut them in half. The hooded man took down his hood as if to take a better look. His long blue hair flowed in the wind as he a watched the boy cut the last two monsters with a single horizontal sweep.
"Impressive", said the man as the boy looked up to face him. His eyes were femininely beautiful, but they had anger in them that took the beauty out of them.
The boy straightened up withdrawing his blade. He looked at the blue haired man as if he was expecting something. When nothing happened he bent down and picked up a card from the ground that fell from the dead hands of the younger boy.
"Now answer me", he said calmly. "Tell me why you're here. Tell me what you did to him. I'm pretty sure I was probably not going to hurt you, but after seeing what you did to this kid here, I'm thinking of reconsidering."
The man smirked. "Right", he said. "You look like a better candidate. Tell me, if I answer your question, will you answer one of mine?"
"You mean the one right now? Sure. Now answer me."
"Alright then." The man suddenly raised a hand and another similarly clothed figure jumped on a nearby rooftop with six lances dancing around him. The movement of the lances changed as they arranged themselves into a six-pointed star shape, spinning in a fast and steady rhythm, creating a horizontal whirlwind that swiped a group of clouds away that were hiding the moon.
The man's blue hair rose and stuck out behind and above his head like porcupine needles. His pupils contracted as he summoned his sword, the Claymore, in his raised hand. Reflecting a ray of moonlight the seven-pointed star on the head of the Claymore expanded, making it look bigger than before.
The boy unsheathed his longsword just in time to block a fierce blow from the Claymore as the man swung it down with deadly force. In a flash he lifted the massive weapon and swung it a full slanted 270 degrees into the boy's back as he cried out in pain. As the blow sent him forward, the man hit him in the stomach with the hilt, making him cry out in a choked voice, as he hurtled back and fell down. He still clutched his longsword as he curled up in pain on the ground. He opened his eyes in time to see the shadow that was the younger boy look at him. He closed his eyes quickly and clenched them tight as if expecting to get hit. Instead he felt cold fingers on his cheeks that gently lifted his head up. He opened his eyes to see the man looking at him with his former face.
"I will answer your question. I'm here to look for formidable candidates to join the Organization. The heartless" - he pointed at the shadow that stared at them blankly - "are what we need to help us. Once a person with a strong will is turned into a heartless, their empty shell of a body lives on without a heart, thus getting the name Nobody. I am one, and you are to be one as well very soon. I will ask you, however, if you are ready to be one willingly. If you cannot answer that then at least tell me your name."
"Vaan."
The boy smiled, which was for the first time in the presence of Saïx, and fainted. The heartless jumped at him, as if he was expecting the boy's actions, and took out his heart and scampered away.
Saïx walked away as the body of the boy rose and followed him like they were attached with some unseen thread. His footsteps echoed as he walked into a dark corridor, leaving the night to be its dark cold self.
"NO!"
"Wait, why?"
"You know why, Axel, give me my camera back."
"Fine, fine. Whatever..."
*smash*
"AXEL!"
A/N: I know. You're probably guessing "why are these chapters so freaking short?" Well, that's because my aim is to make every chapter consist of no more than a few words more than 1000 words.
And I still don't see any reviews on OCs... I feel unloved...