Here is the next chapter!! Thanks to Midnight Hikari for reveiwing. Please more people review!! It means a lot. Big thanks to my editor.
I had a lot of fun writting this chapter. I came up with the whole idea in English class when I was zoning out while my teacher was talking about verbals. Something positive came out of being bored to death.
By the way the scene when Roxas is fighting Vexen, almost all of his lines and attacks are from the actual game.
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Life sucks.
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Roxas stared at his reflection, frustrated. The gash that Marluxia had left on his face seemed to more conspicuousthan ever. I wish I could break that damn scythe of his, he thought bitterly. It wasn't fair that the elders got to use weapons while training him.
He was supposed to be using Oathkeeper and Oblivion, but so far they wouldn't let him. They claimed he wasn't ready to use something so powerful. His ability to conjure up and control darkness was the only thing he could rely on. Even that was proving to be useless. He could only generate small orbs at a time, unless he lost control over his emotions. Which seemed to be occurring more often.
The darkness fed upon his anger, growing stronger each day. Marluxia had been bedridden for days after Roxas's first training session with him. Apparently the darkness Roxas produced, was painful to everyone, but him. No matter how many times he tried to grasp how his ability worked, it changed, making it impossible to understand. He could feel the darkness within him growing stronger. It was almost a constant battle to control.
Isn't this supposed to be getting easier? Shouldn't I have more control than I did before?, he mused. The wound on his cheek seemed to be mocking him. The more training session he had, the more injuries he accumulated. Three teachers had already asked him if there was a problem going on at home.
He couldn't really blame them. After all, one of his eyes and nose were both bruised. The worst part was the huge scar that began at the corner of his left eye, trailing down to his chin. Bruises were easy to hide with the help of Larxene's makeup, which Axel had managed to smuggle out of her room. However, the bright angry gash was not.
Roxas had noticed Olette looking at it, concerned. She wasn't the only one. Several people had been gawking at his face. He really wished they would stop. It made him uncomfortable being noticed, so he did very little to attract attention to himself. In fact, he was starting to miss those days when those around him stayed away.
"Way to be narcissistic," Larxene sneered from the doorway.
Roxas turned toward her and smirked. "That's a big word for you, Larxene," he retorted.
"Ha. Ha. You're so funny," she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Either tell me what you want or leave me alone."
"Vexen wants you in training room three," she said, in a bored tone as she inspected her polished fingernails.
"Why?"
"I don't know. Do I look like your secretary?"
Roxas looked her up and down. She was wearing tight jeans with an even tighter v-neck top, which revealed much more than he wanted to see. "Actually, you look like a slut," he answered bluntly. It was always fun for him to see how far he could anger her before she did something that would get her in trouble.
Hatred flashed across her face, but she quickly composed herself. She stepped up to him and waved her finger in a scolding way. "That's not very nice Roxas. Perhaps you need to learn some manners."
Roxas's instinct flared. He jumped to his right a second before Larxene kicked, intending to hit him in the stomach. Her foot made contact with the bed post. She cried out in pain as Roxas began to laugh.
"Shut up!" she growled, her eyes smoldering.
"It's my room. I'll do whatever the hell I want to," he continued to laugh.
"You jackass!" She threw her hand up in the air to fry the smile off his face.
"Larxene," reprimanded a cold voice from the hallway. She whipped around, drawing back the electricity that sparked from her fingertips. Marluxia was standing with his arms crossed, a harsh look on his face.
"How difficult is it for you to deliver a simple message?" he asked. She opened her mouth to apologize, but Marluxia cut her off. "I don't want to hear your excuse. Just get down to training room two. I'll be there in ten minutes. Is that easy enough for you to understand?"
"Yes, Graceful Assassin," she replied, quietly.
Larxene trudged out of the room with her head hanging in shame. Roxas felt a little compassion for her. He knew that out of the whole Organization, Marluxia was the person Larxene respected the most. After all he had been the one to recruit her. To Larxene he was her savior. The one who had rescued her from the life she thought was unsatisfactory. Disgracing him was the one thing that eroded her pride.
Marluxia turned his sight on Roxas. His eyes flickered over to the scar on Roxas's cheek. "You should be more careful, Key of Destiny," he said, his tone sardonic on the last three words. "Wouldn't want your face to get any more deformed than it already is. That would be a shame," he added sarcastically.
Roxas held his tongue. He wanted to retort, but knew it would be futile. Marluxia already made his life a living hell. Angering him would only make it worse. I wish I could wipe that triumphant smile off his face.
Marluxia's eyes gleamed. "Vexen is waiting." The corners of his mouth curled into a sinister smile. With one last menacing glare, he strode out of the room.
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Roxas made his way down the basement floor stairs. He cringed at the thought of his upcoming training session with Vexen. Out of all the elders, he hated Vexenthe most. There was just something about him that gave off a creepy vibe. I wish I didn't have to train with all the elders, he thought as he slowly continued down the stairs.
The other four young Organization members had a mentor, who primarily trained them. It was usually the person who found and brought them to the Organization. Marluxia was Larxene's, Demyx's mentor was Xigbar, Zexion was trained by Vexen, and Axel had two; Lexaeus and Xaldin. Before Roxas had been christened 'The Chosen One' his mentor had been Luxord, but now all the elders took turns training him.
Besides Xemnas, Saix was the only elder member without a mentee. He was second-in-command to Xemnas, which Roxas had always found puzzling. Saix was from the second generation of the Organization. Xaldin, Vexen, and Xigbar had helped start the Organization, so it would seem logical that one of them would be second in power.
Axel theorized it was because Saix was more severe than the three in the first generation. Vexen was spineless; Xaldin found Organization matters to be tedious; and Xigbar would rather be friends with the young teenagers than discipline them.
Demyx is so lucky. His mentor is the only cool elder. I have to train with them all, he complained to himself. Actually, Luxord isn't that bad. I wish he was still the only one who trained me.
Finally Roxasreached the last step. He was in a circular room with five doors surrounding him. Demyx and Xigbar were coming out of the door farthest from him. Both were laughing. Roxas felt a pang of jealousy when he saw how happy Demyx looked.
"Hey dude," Xigbar greeted Roxas.
"Hey. How was the training session?" Roxas asked, trying to keep the envy out of his voice.
"I totally kicked his ass," Demyx grinned.
"As if," Xigbar scoffed, but his eyes held pride for the teenager. Almost like a father would for his son, Roxas mused.
"Who are you training with today?" Demyx inquired.
"Vexen," Roxas responded miserably.
"Ouch," Xigbar stated. "Good luck." He and Demyx started to make their way up the stairs. Demyxlooked back to give him a fleeting sympathetic look.
Roxas walked over to the door for training room three. As he reached for the knob, it opened. He stepped back, surprised when Naminé walked out.
"Roxas!" she gasped, noticing him. Her eyes looked puffy, but it was hard for him to tell if she was crying since she immediately looked at the floor.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine," she replied, but her voice cracked on the word 'fine'.
"Naminé you're scaring me. What's wrong?" Roxas was used to seeing Naminé sad, but never like this. He used his finger to gently lift her chin, in order to see her face. She refused to look him in eye. "Naminé I can help, whatever it is."
"I'm so sorry Roxas!" she sobbed, pushing past him.
"Naminé wait!" he yelled, turning around. She was already running up the stairs. Should I follow her? he thought.
"I can hear you. Get in here Key of Destiny!" Vexen's cold voice called from within the room.
Roxas debated whether to blow off his training session. He stood facing the stairs. I'll get in trouble, but what if Namine's upset about something serious.
"Now!" Vexen commanded.
"Someone help!" cried a girl's voice from the room.
Roxas whipped around. No! It can't be!hethought frantically. Running as fast as he could, he entered into the room. His heart was beating so rapidly it felt as it if would explode. I must have heard wrong. It's not possible!
Vexen stood in the middle of the room beaming. Roxas's heart stopped. Vexen never smiled. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
"Key of Destiny, your lack of motivation is unacceptable. I've been keeping a record of your progress, and so far you have made very little. That is why I have decided to give you a little incentive to do better." Vexen's grin widened and his eyes flashed with delight.
A shiver went down Roxas's spine. He opened his mouth, but the words got stuck in his throat. He cant' mean… no he wouldn't.
Vexen slowly stepped to his right. Sitting behind him, on the floor, with her hands tied behind her back, sat Olette.
Roxas's head spun. He felt like he was going to be sick. No. This can't be happening!
"Roxas!" Olette cried out.
Her scream pulled him out of his shock. He ran toward her, but Vexen blocked him.
"You bastard!" Roxas shouted. "You son of a bitch!"
"Enough!" bellowed Vexen. "If you want to save her, you must fight."
"I'll kill you for this Vexen!"
"We'll see."
Roxas was blown back by a sudden burst of ice. He fell to the ground, hitting his head. As he was getting up his eyes blurred for a brief second. Reaching back to touch his head he felt the warm liquid leaking out of the wound.
Looking up, he searched for Vexen. He noticed Olette had crawled over to the farthest wall. Good. Now she won't get hurt. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a chunk of ice heading toward his head. He ducked in order to avoid it.
"This is pathetic," Vexen taunted from behind Roxas.
Roxas spun around. Vexen was holding a giant blue shield. What the hell? Where'd he get that?
Roxas conjured the biggest orb of darkness he could and hurled it at Vexen. Vexen merely raised his shield and blocked it easily. He countered Roxas's attack by launching a spike of ice. It grazed Roxas's right cheek. Roxas ignored the stinging pain and tried to remember how he had felt when he knocked Marluxia out with his darkness. Hearing Olette sobbing in the corner, it wasn't difficult for him to feel the rage at Vexen.
Although not as powerful and vast as the one time, he was able to generate an orb of darkness the size of his head. He heaved the darkness at his adversary. Vexen moved his shield to block it, but the darkness seared through it.
"You imbecile!" Vexen yelled. He threw out his arm, sending an enormous ice cube at Roxas, intending to freeze him. Roxas tried to roll out of the way, but the ice managed to catch his foot. He attempted to pull his leg out, but it was impossible. He was stuck. Smiling, Vexen slowly began to approach him. He stopped about halfway and threw up his arm.
"Come to me Ice Blade!" A giant sword of ice formed in his hand.
"Shit!" Roxas swore. That thing is going to kill me.He opened up his palm, but was unable to produce an orb of darkness. His fear was making it hard for him to concentrate enough to accumulate the darkness. Glancing up, he saw that Vexen was about ten feet away. Suddenly he felt something heavy in his hand. He looked down and saw the black Keyblade.
"What the?" he said out loud in disbelief. The Keyblade seemed to be emitting power. Roxas could feel himself getting stronger. He swung the keyblade upwards, just in time to block Vexen's sword. The Keyblade shattered the ice blade the moment it made contact. Vexen stumbled back, astonished. Using the Keyblade, Roxas broke the block of ice, freeing himself.
Without even thinking about it, he threw the hand not holding the Keyblade up in the air. Thirteen tendrils of darkness rained down upon Vexen. He threw his arms up in front of his face to protect him, but it was no use. He fell to the ground after being struck down by the darkness.
Roxas walked over to him and nudged him with his foot. When Vexen didn't move, Roxas turned him over in order to see his face. He jumped back when saw Vexen's eyes, devoid of life.
I... I killed him,Roxas stammered, horrified. I've killed another human being. He could feel himself shaking with fear. The Keyblade slipped from his fingers. The sound if it hitting the ground echoed through out the room. Backing away from Vexen's body, he remembered Olette. He could hear her crying.
"Are you okay?" he asked running over to her. "Did he hurt you?"
Olette jumped up and backed up as far as she could. Roxas stopped where he was. Her eyes were terrified at the sight of him.
"Get away you freak!" she screamed. "You killed him!"
He stepped back, stunned. "Olette it was an accident. I didn't mean to. I lost control. Please believe me. I was trying to protect you?" What's going on? It's been awhile since we were friends, but this isn't her. She wasn't afraid that time in the woods, he wondered. His intuition was telling him that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what.
"You're a freak! You're not human!" she continued to yell.
"Don't say that! I'm not going to hurt you. I love you." Tears were streaming down his face. The person he carded about the most was proving his fears to true. No! Something's not right! This isn't her. She wouldn't say these things. This isn't…
Something in Roxas's brain clicked. He couldn't believe he hadn't realized it sooner. Conjuring up a small orb of darkness, he threw it at Olette's face. Falling, the illusion of Olette dissolved, leaving behind an unconscious Zexion.
The sound of someone clapping made Roxas turned around.
"Bravo!" Vexen applauded. He was standing next to the dead Vexen on the floor.
"How?" Roxas sputtered, glancing at the dead Vexenand the live one.
"You really know so little about our kind Roxas. Some of us, if powerful enough, can use our energy to make copies of ourselves. Well, not real copies. They're made up of data." Vexen explained.
"How did Zexion know how to imitate Olette?" Roxas growled.
"Naminé of course. She was the one who showed him your memory of the young girl as well as what she looks like now. Zexion, being the brilliant pupil he is, played the part exceptionally. I'm impressed that you were able to see through the fabrication. He almost had you deceived for a moment."
That's why Naminé was upset. She knew what they were planning, Roxas reasoned. The fact that Vexen had used two innocent girls, even if one was just an imitation, for his diabolical plans, made Roxas's blood boil.
"Why did you do this?' shouted Roxas.
"I evaluated your information and determined this would be the best method. It got you to summon Oblivion. As well as unleash more of your great power."
"This was all for me to become worthy of your damn prophesy? You bastard!"
Vexen's face darkened. "Aren't you glad your beloved Olette wasn't actually harmed?"
Roxas stood dumbfounded. He was relieved beyond belief that Olette had never been in this terrible place. But now I'll always have that memory of her calling me a freak. He knew it wasn't really her who had said those things, but the idea of her afraid of him, would haunt him forever.
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Hoped you liked it. I had originally intended for this chapter to end right when Roxas saw Olette in order to have a cliff hanger, but decided against it. The chapter would have been too short and it would have been cruel to leave you guys hanging.
Roxas's response to the Ice Blade was the exact same as mine when I first saw it in ReCom. I think it's so dumb that the final boss battle took me one try, but beating Vexen took me forever. I REALLY hate Vexen.
Please review even if you have before. It is much appreciated. Thanks again!!
