Dysfunctional: Organization 13 Edition
Chapter Seven
Luna Diviner
A/N: Saix Chapter!!! Everyones has their favorite blue haird man . whether its Zexion or Saix w/e . Here's the chapter lol
Saix sat in from of the black casket. His legs crossed over one another. Things were getting
worse in the business but he had refused to stop. Now it's come to this. Saix was becoming
ever so paranoid by the day. The fearless Luna Diviner wasn't so fearless anymore. He always
kept his Claymore by his side. He was wanted by not one, not two, but seven different states
for dealing drugs. Drugs wasn't the only thing he was dealing. He also offered the service of
women. Saix; like Lexaeus; knew you had to make money to survive in life. Saix was swimming in
money; that wasn't the problem. It was the 'haters'.
After the service had ended, Saix walked toward his white and blue Mazerati MC12. There wasn't
too much for him to say at the funeral. He wasn't about to say, 'The guy got made what more can
I say?'. Somethings you keep to yourself. This was one of those things. It's better if the family thought
otherwise.
Saix turned the key, causing the motor to roar. A few heads turned from their grave site. The car began
to purr like an enlarged cat. Saix smirked to himself. No matter how bad the situation, his car could always
make him smile. It was a wondrous machine. He pulled away from the grass and raced out of the yard as
quickly, yet casually as he could.
Saix aproached the warehouse. He shut off his car and peered up to the fourth floor. A few heads were
poking out. Saix grabbed his Claymore and exited the car. He opened the steel door to reveal his team.
They were loading white bags into a trailer. One of them dropped the box into another mans hands and
ran towards Saix.
"Sir, this is our last shipment," He informed the scared man. Saix nodded as he continued to walk towards
the elevator.
"What about the girls?" Saix asked. He bored the elevator with his 'side kick'.
"Ah-um-The-girls?" te man choked out. The elevator shut infront of them. Saix casuaully looked at the man
but with intensity.
"Yes, The girls?" Saix said.
"The girls-they um-" Saix peered to his side at his claymore. Something was not right. Maybe his servant
was trying to set him up. Saix gripped his claymore. The elevator stopped at the fourth floor and the doors
opened, revealing an empty hall.
"Giles, if something is wrong with the girls, I'll kill you next," Saix warned. He proceeded to the fifth door on
the right. He grasped the knob. It seemed quiet. The girls weren't giggling and talking. It was silent. Something
was not right. He let go of the knob and grabbed Giles by the arm. He shoved him against the door, holding his
front side against the door. "Go on in," Saix gestured. Giles began to sweat. He turned the knob and fell through
to the ground. The door swung open revealing an empty room. A stampeed of black men in coats with shields and
guns came stoming out of the doors in the room.
Saix quickly turned back for the elevator, only to find men coming from that way too. He paniced. After a few seconds
he was forced to the floor and cuffed.
