Charity to the Depressed
This took quite longer than expected but you can't blame me. I got writer's block. Then, to top it all off, I'm extremely susceptible to the cold. And, it's like...freezing here. Which isn't that fun. It makes my hands all cold and unable to type. So, as a result, this chapter isn't that long. But, who knows! It might end up being really really really long. Because, I'm typing this before I've even started the chapter.
Disclaimer: These are quite annoying. I hate having to type them out just to say 'Oooh! Hey, look at me! I don't own anything in this story 'cept for the terrible uneventful plot!' Although, coming up with a unique way to say that I own nothing is quite fun...
Saix's POV
"Saix? Er, I mean, sir. Sir, Why are you here? This isn't what it looks like!" Number Thirteen hastily mumbled and stuttered on his words. I do not care. I am only here to take these pests to the infirmary. My duty is nothing else. I started stalking down the hall, avoiding the mess Number Nine has made.
"Number Six?! Get down here and clean this up!" I ordered. I saw the boy, Roxas I think his name was, flinch and a distinct flash of troubled emotions flashed across his face. Amazing, I thought, I will have to mention this to the Superior.
"With all due respect, Sir, I don't want Demyx to..um...I don't know how to say it..I don't want Demyx to worry about others knowing- Oops!" He slapped a hand over his mouth. Petty fool. He honestly thinks that someone could keep a secret in the Organization? I laughed, devilishly, and addressed this younger Nobody.
"Roxas, do you honestly think that Xemnas isn't informed of Demyx's current position? And I, being so close to the Superior and all, would not let a single piece of valuable information such as this be unnoticed."
"What are you saying?" He looked vastly confused with a disturbing look of worry on his features. Haha, serves him right. No one deserves my presence.
"I know more of this Nobody than you would ever hope to know. I could tell you if I wanted, but I don't think I will." I dropped the blanket on top of Roxas' head. He reached up to touch it with his hand.
"What is this for?" He muffled tone came.
"First, in order to hear you right, one must first ask for you to remove the blockade."
"Oh, sorry." He hastily took off the blanket and held it in his lap, while out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nine rustle about in his sleep.
"The blanket is for Demyx. He's rather frigid. Can't you tell?" I turned on my heel as I heard Roxas scamper about to actually put the blanket on him. Some people are rather slow...
I hesitated doing my job. The Superior sent me to retrieve Axel, he had a mission. But, I doubt this idiot is in any condition for actually successfully completing it. To the infirmary it is then. I hesitated. I do NOT want to carry this dimwit to the infirmary. I pondered a while. I was staring at Axel but mostly space when Roxas spoke up.
"Where are you going?" In all honesty, I hater Roxas. He is so naive. It's very annoying.
"To take this fool to the infirmary, The Superior would not like it if we lost a member at the cause of another member." I picked Axel up, reluctantly, and started walking away from Roxas. I heard him splutter out some words but they were incoherent. So, whatever he said, I did not answer. That cause him to run up to my side, I glared at him from the corner of my eye.
"Did I ever ask for assistance?" I growled under my breath. I don't particularly like being followed by pests... Whatever Roxas had said earlier was forgotten when we suddenly stepped through a portal I had summoned.
"Well, well, well. what pleasant visitors I have today." A chilly voice said. "What can I do for you?" Vexen said without turning around.
"I came to you for help." I said, even though the context of exactly what I said would be stretched and unpleasantly morphed into something odd and disgusting.
"Help? What kinda of help? Did Axel break the toaster again?" He reached up above him and grabbed some blue sloshy mixture, still bent over his work.
"Axel help." Roxas spoke up.
"Oh! Roxas, I didn't hear you come in. I'm sorry. Welcome to my lab. You're welcome to explore. Just don't touch anything." Roxas' eyes widened, he shivered and took a delicate step forward. Grah, could he get anymore blonde?! I grabbed his hood and he fell back, causing Vexen to finally turn around.
"What th-SAIX! What did you do to Axel?!?" Vexen's seemingly furious demeanor was gone as quick as it came. He grabbed Axel out of my hands and carried him to a table in a warmer room. I stood there, uncaring, until Roxas grabbed my wrist and pulled me over where Axel and Vexen were. I snatched my wrist back and shoved him out of the doorway. I was leaving, and not involving myself any further.
"You're not going anywhere, Saix. Stay here and wait until I have some answers from you." Vexen spoke from over the potions and equipment he was hovering over.
"What do you want, Vexen? I do not have the time, nor the will to stay here any longer." I folded my arms over my chest and walked over to where Axel was laying on a table. Roxas came back over, and then Vexen turned around.
"My GOD, Roxas! What happened to your eye! It's completely black!" He knelt down in front of Number 13 and placed thre fingers under his eye and stared blankly at it.
"Can you see through it?"
"Yes, but everything has a black tint to it, and I can see the Heartless that are hiding in the shadows like they have a spotlight on them."
"Interesting. Tell me, how did you get this injury? Be honest. I know you didn't just fall on something."
"I don't know how exactly."
"It's highly infected with darkness. It can take control over you if we don't fix it up, come with me."
"No! I'll be fine, it's not a bother, really! You have to help Axel first!" He ran over to the table, reasons unknown to us all. Kingdom Hearts? I pray to you, please grant this very blonde boy some knowledge!
"Alright, but you have to let me take a look at it right after it starts bothering you." Vexen walked over to the table and started examining him. After about five minutes of resting my eyes and leaning against a wall, I grew even more bored than I was. If that was even possible and stalked out of the labs. Right before I was out of area 5, the lab areas, Roxas came out of nowhere. I glared at him. Some people have stuff to do, yanno?! Kingdom Hearts, please give me my heart back! I'm done with this Organization.
Roxas folded his arms, "Vexen didn't get to interrogate you, so I am. He doesn't need to be involved anyway. Now, give me some answers!"
"And I'm involved now? Let me tell you something, Thirteen, I have not been involved in this matter for a very long time. Demyx dropped it, and I, in return, have stayed out of his business. I owe you nothing regarding answers. And I don't have to conform to your every will." I started walking again, in irritation, I shoved Roxas, for the second time today, out of my merry little way!
"You knew? And you didn't try to stop him!?" He followed after me, and in a failed attempt, tried to impale me with his keyblade. I whipped around and growled in his face.
"You have no idea what you're talking about."
"Then tell me!"
"No!"
"Why not?!"
"I don't want to talk about it! I've forgotten about everything, I'd suggest the same thing for Demyx! Do that for me, he needs it."
"Why?"
"It's not something you bring up into every day conversation. "
"What's it have to do with?"
"No one you need to concern yourself with." Roxas, even though terribly misguided, would be a good lawyer. Don't ask why, he just would be.
I leaned over and picked Demyx up. Roxas, surprised, gaped.
"When did we get down here?"
"When you were arguing with me. Now, do not speak a word of any of this to the Superior. He's not in a good mood."
"Like you know...." He mumbled under his breath.
"What." I seethed, turning around, placing Demyx on the floor, again, and holding him, by his throat, to the wall nearest him.
"Sorry!! I didn't mean it!" He coughed out.
"You got off lucky. I'm not a person to take lightly, now move!" I carried Demyx with Roxas following into a portal where we arrived right inside Demyx's untidy room. roxas was startled when I kicked his sitar out of his bed and placed the owner of previously said sitar gently in the bed.
"You can take care of him. That's your job now. I'm leaving. If you have questions, ask him."
Roxas' POV (OMG! IT is so freaking hard to write in Saix's point of view. I kept asking my friends for their opinions on his attitude and such, but I still don't feel that I portrayed him in a way that makes it seem like Saix. Please don't flame, but I would like to know how you all portray him. It would help if I ever decide to do another chapter with him in it..)
"Wait! I have a question! For you!" Saix turned around with a very good pretend expression of hate on his face.
"What do you want now?!?" His eyes started blazing with irritation. It's not like I did anything..sure I've been bugging him but I shouldn't be that big of a deal.
"Does Demyx cut himself? All the scars on his body...what are they from? And his arm! It's really messed up." An honest question. He should at least answer me this one. I glanced up at Saix, for I had been staring at my shoe. His expression was one of surprise. Then next thing he did, was not something I would have expected. He laughed. Threw his head back in mockery and laughed gruesomely. He turned on his heels and answered right before he left the room,
"I would be very suprised if Demyx inflicted harm upon himself. Not because of the personality he shows, but because he's afraid of pain. As for his arm, I think I overheard Xaldin talking to Luxord about it. It seems that while they were transporting a glass piano to the main hall of the living quarters, Demyx tripped and fell right into it. His arm is probably torn up because of that. Rather humorous, if you think about it. Now, goodbye Roxas."
Saix makes mad. I bet he was lying to me. A glass piano??? Is that sort of thing really even in existence?? Well....we are non-existent...so maybe they made one so that it would be 'non-existant' in a way too...Oh well. But..gragh! I didn't get any answers!
A sharp pain danced throughout my body and I fell to the ground. My hand found it's way to my eye.
"Darn thing...." After laying there for a second, slightly considering Vexen's orders, I got up and headed toward the dungeons. It needs cleaned anyways and I need some distractions.
A slate haired nobody had just finished cleaning the dungeons of all the blood and dirt that was present. If he had to rate his job, he's give it a nine. It was cleaner than it normally was, and you couldn't see any red on the white of everything. So that was good. No questions were asked of what happened or why he had to take on this job, he just did it.
As he turned away, something tiny caught his interest. In one of the cells, there laid a small, beaten up piece of paper. What was it? He wondered. As he picked up and turned it over, he wiped the blood away and tried to make out the picture that was on it. The picture's subject was someone he definitely recognized. It was a person who he hadn't expected to see for the rest of his non-existent life, however long that may be. The picture's owner, however, was even more of a surprise. Number Nine, Demyx.
"Roxas. Hello." Zexion said without looking up. He had something in his hands, a picture of somesort, I couldn't tell.
"What'cha got there? Did you clean all this up by yourself?" He shook his head, why isn't anybody giving me answers these days...?
"Nothing. It's nothing." He tucked the object in his pocket, "Yes, I have cleaned all this up. You can return to where you came from. I don't believe you had any business down here." He stated.
"No. I just needed a distraction. So I came down here to clean it up."
"I could use my powers and make it seem dirty if your in need of a distraction." I was about to refuse but Saix, a person who I had just said goodbye to, came storming into the area. Zexion took it as a sign he could leave, and so he departed by means of a portal.
"Saix? What are you doing here?"
"Vexen has news for you." Something is not right with him. Maybe he's bipolar...earlier, like, fifteen minutes earlier he was angry and bored. Now he looks like he's calm, cool, yet power-hungry. Like he's lusting for something. It's that subtle thing he can do. It's really, really creepy. We took a portal to the labs where Vexen was waiting for me, and as soon as we got there, Saix turned tail and ran out looking very, very, very angry. I've decided, officially, that he's bipolar.
Now, normally I like Vexen. He's not all that mean, and he's not creepily bipolar like some people in this Organization. And, he's slightly insane, which makes him fun to hang out with. I have news, today is not normal. Right now, I hate Vexen. With every ounce of hatred I am capable of, I will send him to an early funeral. Here's why,
"Axel's awake. But there's something wrong. I can't fix it, or do anything about it. I'm sorry."
"You..can't fix...what exactly?"
"Axel, he..he lost all of his memories."
Well, wasn't that real eventful. Sarcasm, guys, sarcasm. This chapter could be considered crucial to the plot line, but I don't think so. It is, but it isn't. How about that?
Let's see, well, sorry for the wait and the crap of this particular story. It's not advancing very much, is it? No, I don't believe it is. It will though, it will. Oh! Yes, before I forget, Demyx didn't have much of a part in this particular chapter did he? Well, I'm hoping to make that up to you guys. I love you all so much! And you deserve the best. Even those who read it, but don't review. Hey, if you like it, and don't review, that's fine with me. But, I really really like reviews. So, please, click to button. :D Thank you!
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