2007 Update.
Wow…. Has it really been 2 years?! DAMN. Life sure has a way of taking over! Well guys, must say since I last updated, well past school! I passed and now got myself a great job and a car I bought with my own damn munnys and now saving up to move out hopefully soon ~
Anyways, one day recently my mule returned too me and said… FINISH THIS DAMN YOU.
Just cut me some slack with the writing k? I know I aint quite the writer I used to be BUT I must say it's been a long time right! Haha, enjoy the teaser guys! It's a shorty!
Darkness…
Silver hair glinted in the moonlight as he lifted his head, watching the light trickle of rain as it pattered quietly against the window.
Silence…
In the dim light, sat in a chair beside the bed, the dark man breathed a long sigh. Head dropping into his hands, elbows rested on his knees.
Losing hope…
-xXx-
"Aww, darn it…"
The Gambler looked up from his cards to Xigbar who sat across from him at the small table... In his boredom the Freeshooter had foolishly agreed too join him in a card game for the past hour and a half. The air was still throughout the entire castle, silence now seemed to grip its every corner. Ever since the 'incident', the Organization frankly had not been what it once was for quite some time... Like a chain reaction, that which affected the figurehead of the group was gradually taking its toll down the ranks.
"What…?" Luxord finally snapped when the scarred man did nothing but glower at the dark abyss outside.
"The rain stopped…" Xigbar pouted. Beginning to grow tired of losing what from the start was not a very promising looking game. His sharp yellow gaze flicked back over to the man across from him and he tossed his cards onto the table-top with a scoff.
"…And?" The Gambler drawled in return with a bored expression.
"Well, at least the rain kills all the mind numbing silence around here."
Luxord snorted, putting his cards down on the table. "It's never silent when you're around…"
The Freeshooter smacked his gloved palm against the table, making the cards that spread across it jump. "Hey now! Don't say it like that's a bad thing, would you prefer being bored outta' your mind?"
The blonde rolled his eyes. "No, but I'd at least like to be able to hear myself think once in a while…"
"Hah! Who needs any more of that? We're better off just—"
CLANK!
Both men froze suddenly as a large lance suddenly impaled the center of the table between them, sending cards scattering and shivers down both of their spines as they glanced over to the couch.
"Alright alright! I can't take this anymore!" Sat there had been Xaldin, sharpening his weapons as he was listening to the two. Growling as he glared both Nobodies down, he summoned the lance to return to the pile beside him, the metal objects clanging loudly together. "I'm sick to death of the two of you bickering all the time."
"What!?" Xigbar jumped up from his chair, pointing accusingly at the Gambler. "I wasn't fightin' with him! He's the one who's always got the problem."
"Oh so now it's my fault you insist on grating my nerves?"
"I'm going to kill the both of you…" Xaldin scrubbed a hand down his face irately.
Luxord rolled his eyes. "Hah. That's all this Organization needs. Less memb-…" The gambler paused, suddenly feeling it best not to finish his sentence.
The room fell silent.
It hadn't been easy for the Organization members to keep things running as of late. Xemnas kept himself hulled away, which meant they were being assigned less and less work. They'd all become accustomed to pulling double duty since what happened in Castle Oblivion, so at first the easing up of work seemed to be a breeze. Though now they were finding themselves with less to do, the more time they ended up spending in the castle, the more tension that seemed to rise…
It was all they could do to try and keep things like they used to be.
"Hey, you guys hungry?" Xigbar piped up, attempting to break the tense atmosphere. He for one had been at least trying to keep some form of normality.
Xaldin got back to sharpening his blades. "Nah, I think I'll pass."
"Me too," Luxord added with a yawn. Sighing as again the room fell silent, he glanced between the both of them, both seeming to go back onto their own train of thought. Though he was sure all three of them were wondering about the same thing… Daring to bring up the delicate subject, he casually collected his cards as he this time broke the silence in the room. "So, how do you think Xemnas is going?"
Xigbar slowly sat back down in his chair. "I haven't seen him come back down here in a while this time… Does anyone know if he's even been eating lately?"
"Who knows…" Xaldin spoke up from the couch, now polishing off his blades. "He's been acting so odd since—"
"The incident?" Luxord butted in, making the Lance Wielder raise a thick brow at him. "Well I must say, for a guy with no heart, he sure has been taking his acting to a whole knew level."
Xaldin shook his head. "I don't like it… Our orders have slowly been decreasing. That's not a good sign for a Superior who has so much resting on his shoulders. I think we need to go and have a talk with him."
Abruptly the Freeshooter stood up from the table and made his way for the door, leaving the others' staring after him curiously. "Oi, Xig—!"
"….Well!" The scarred man cut Luxord off. "It's been fun guys but I think I'll pass. Better go check up on ol' red head. He's been less and less himself lately as well—little bastard. Someone has to help me keep this place interesting after all!" Just as he was about to reach the door, three lances suddenly were sent spearing passed his head and crashing into the ornate white door frame, successfully blocking off Xigbar's exit.
Rather stunned for a moment, the Freeshooter gave a nervous laugh as he slowly turned to face the two. "Can't just ditch this with you guys can I?"
"…." Both gave a glowering stare.
"Right!" Xigbar threw his fist into the palm of his other hand enthusiastically as he gave a nod. "S'about time we got something done around here."
-xXx-
"Whaaaat!? N-no! Nuh-uh! I won't do it!" Demyx wailed as he scurried to hide behind Axel.
"Aw come on water boy! You're the least likely to be killed if you go in there and you know it!" A rather too amused grin tugged at the Freeshooter's lips as he tried to grab at Demyx who was currently cowering behind Axel.
"Guys cut it out!" Axel yelped as his jacket was tugged on from behind, with Demyx trying to dodge the Freeshooter's grasp and use him as a shield, the skinny Nobody trying to shove back Xigbar who was at risk of toppling them all onto the floor.
Luxord and Xaldin couldn't believe what they were seeing… They'd followed after Xigbar who seemed as if he had some kind of worthwhile idea. Finally caught up with Numbers VIII and IX, and here he was, with his 'great idea' that so far consisted of tormenting the Nocturne. "Some fool proof plan you've come up with there, moron…" Xaldin simply grumbled, watching as they all indeed finally fall into a struggling heap on the floor.
-xXx-
The dark figure was still. His breathing, the only sign of life. Was this all that was left…?
Emptiness…
Was it possible after everything… Would this be his fate? Would all this come to nothing…
Waiting…
2019 Update.
OK, review complete. Sorry, my notes all over the place are probably confusing, but I like to think that you'll just ignore them like I do if you're not interested :p
I am considering finishing it, though I don't want it to turn out like this latest chapter I did years later. I suppose, leave a review if you're interested to see how the story was going to end? If anyone is actually still interested, in that case, I'll give it another crack.
Thank you for reading, and joining me on this journey so far through my tormented story.
