Lenox: Tisk tisk. It seems no one likes this story enough to review.
Me: Now you're just being a pessimist.
Lenox: A pessimist? No, a realist more likely. We own nothing below.
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With an irritated flick of his hand, Zexion glared at the frog on his desk.
The frog glared back at him. Daring him to try to turn it into a box.
With an irritated growl Zexion grabbed the pencil in his hand then brought it smartly on the frog's head. It promptly collapsed on his desk and Zexion couldn't be bothered to see if it was dead or not.
Casting a mild illusion around the frog, he leaned back and summoned his Lexicon.
He flipped the pages and frowned at the same information he'd been pouring over for the last two days. Useless.
A hand descended on his shoulder and he looked up into Professor McGonagall's eyes.
Her lips were a thin line and her nostrils flared. It would have been intimidating, but Xemnas had mastered the 'Death Glare' long before.
"And just what is it you're reading during my class?"
Zexion held up the book and watched in mild amusement as her forehead scrunched up. The Lexicon was written in his own shorthand after all.
The other students snickered at their teacher's expression and were quickly silenced by an addition to their homework pile.
The class was dismissed and Zexion gathered his supplies.
An arm draped around his shoulders and he shrugged it off.
"Well you're a cocky little kid, aren't you?" a voice hissed out.
Two thick muscled kids cut off his route and he turned to face the speaker.
"Malfoy," the kid said extending a hand.
Making sure his illusion was in place, Zexion shook the offered hand, "Ienzo."
Malfoy grinned, "I've never seen McGonagall's face do that before. Not bad, freshman."
Zexion nodded acutely aware of the two kids behind him. They followed behind as Malfoy dragged him down the hall.
"I don't take a liking to many people, kid, but you've got spunk. We could use someone like you."
Reading between the lines, Zexion couldn't see how he could get out of the situation without reverting to his magic. And he didn't really want to do any permanent damage.
While he thought of a way to back out, Malfoy grabbed a handful of his hair.
"Let me explain things to you," he hissed as he tugged cruelly on the other's hair, "You have no choice. Life can be easy for you or it can be a living hell. Which one do you want?"
Zexion's hand tightened around his Lexicon, the spell poised on his lips when:
"What do you think you're doing, Malfoy?"
"Potter. I don't think you're invited to this party," his hand loosened its hold and Zexion backed away.
"Just remember what I said, kid," Malfoy hissed as he stormed away.
There was a dark chuckle and Zexion groaned, "How long were you watching, Marluxia?"
"Long enough. No one would believe it if I told them. How the mighty fall."
Harry watched the exchange and turned to the kid. He was short and looked like the type Malfoy would bully. Big eyes, innocent look.
"You okay?" Harry asked.
Before he could answer, a low rumble shook the castle.
Zexion and Marluxia exchanged looks and readied their weapons.
"Hey, kid," Marluxia called as he heaved his scythe over his shoulder, "Try to stay out of the way will you?"
The floor before them turned pitch black while hundreds of Emblems materialized behind them. The ceiling trembled and Zexion opened a portal before shoving Harry into it.
Marluxia grinned, "So are you going to seal them in or will I?"
The magic flowed and extended in a complete sphere around the Heartless threat cutting them off from the outside world.
Things had just got interesting.
The stream of Heartless seemed unending.
Every time they cut down one, the darkness reformed, and the Heartless pressed closer.
The two Nobodies were back to back panting slightly. The Heartless just. Wouldn't. Die.
There wasn't enough room for their fancier attacks and even if there was, it wouldn't change the fact that they were spent. Simple spells were becoming a problem and a shadow managed to dart under Marluxia's attack and slash his shoulder open.
The air shuddered and the dark goop inched toward their boots.
Zexion cursed as the Darkness engulfed his legs, draining the rest of his magic. With a cry, he collapsed on the floor as the Heartless surged forward.
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Lenox: I wonder what would happen if no one reviews? Something nasty, I'm sure.
Me: Lenox, stop talking.