Okay...writing time...bitches be fighting...I'm tired and have just procrastinated everything...UGH...

Everyone surrounded Xemnas as soon as Marluxia gave the signal. They were fuming, each and every one of them, at the thought of leaving their friends behind. Xaldin, the last person they thought would join them, had decided to join the crowd. For the sake of Luxord, he'd said, and glared at Xigbar when the other had growled protectively. Marluxia rolled his eyes. This wasn't a time for being possessive and fighting amongst themselves. Now was a time to fight the real enemy, Xemnas.

He walked up to the gray haired boy and smirked, looking him straight in the eyes. He didn't let it show how disturbed he was that Xemnas recovered his confident aura so quickly in the face of such danger. Marluxia summoned his scythe and watched as Xemnas summoned what had been so fondly nicknamed his "lightsabers". Everyone around them summoned their own weapons, and Xemnas dared to open his mouth.

"Why?" He asked in an almost mocking tone. Marluxia glared, still smirking. "Why, Marluxia? Is it because you envy me? Because you want the power of being in charge of everyone, having everyone rely on fixing everything wrong with and for them. It's so fun Marluxia, watching the torture in their eyes."

"Well, that's part of it." Marluxia admitted with a slight shrug. "I love power, I love control." Xemnas's own smirk grew wider. "We are not far from similar, Xemnas, but there are so many reasons why all of us are here that have to do with me being in power."

"Oh? And what are those?"

"You abandoned them." Marluxia said. "You abandoned them to their fate."

"Not only that, you sold them out." Saïx growled. "You were sending them letters! You were selling us all out!" A deadly silence fell on the room.

"So? It could have been anyone. I just happen to be the favorite." Xemnas shrugged, and Marluxia raised an eyebrow. "I was cooperative, powerful. They never needed to punish me because I was able to perfectly manipulate them to never think I was doing any wrong, and in turn, they realized my abilities and allowed me control of you, instead of just taking you all back in the beginning. I could watch you, analyze you in a more natural environment, and send my findings. I was beneficial. You, Marluxia, are simply a boy. I am a god."

Larxene began to move to where they were as to attack Xemnas, but Marluxia put out a hand.

"No." He said. "This is between me and him." Everyone backed away to make a larger circle and give their two leaders space. Marluxia got into a fighting position and watched Xemnas, who stalked around him like a panther that had just cornered its prey.

The first strike was swift, and could have been deadly if Marluxia hadn't blocked it when he did. He countered with a slash of his own, moving away as to use the length of his weapon to his advantage, making him harder to hit. For a while Marluxia felt as though he was simply being chased in a circle, never quite being able to get in a hit without leaving himself vulnerable to a possibly lethal counter attack.

He finally noticed his opportunity when Xemnas turned his head, having a heard a sound. It was then that Marluxia realized Saïx and Demyx were trading off in attempts to distract Xemnas, Xigbar occasionally joining. Marluxia swung at Xemnas's legs, and the gray haired boy just barely dodged in time to once again land on his feet. He charged at the pinkette, who dodged and slashed at Xemnas, finally landing a hit that tore a gash in Xemnas's side.

The other boy gasped and grabbed his injured side, turning and glaring furiously. Marluxia gave a smirk, pride temporarily filling his body. He snapped out of it when his arm was sliced into. He jumped away to dodge before any more damage could be done and held his arm in pain. He waited for Xemnas to reach him and swung once again at his legs, slashing into his thigh. Xemnas was blinded in fury, and Marluxia quickly blocked when both the sabers came swinging down at his head.

"Just give up and die already!" Xemnas yelled, trying to push him down. Marluxia growled and pushed back as hard as he could. When Xemnas refused to give up, he kicked at his knees, managing to hit just enough to get Xemnas to back off enough for him to slide away. He turned around to see Xemnas staring at him, panting. They were both exhausted and bleeding, one of them was going to cave soon. Marluxia only hoped that it wouldn't be him. He opened his arms and gave a mocking grin.

"Here." He said. "Have a free hit." Xemnas glared, but stayed where he was. Marluxia raised an eyebrow and laughed. "What? Too scared?"

"No." Xemnas said. "I'm just not stupid enough to fall for it."

"Fair enough." Marluxia said, casually walking to Xemnas, who put up his sabers to block any attack. "You know what you are stupid enough to fall for?" Xemnas raised an eyebrow. "This."

Marluxia swung his leg through the air, catching Xemnas's knees and pushing the elder boy to the ground. He kicked Xemnas's ribs before the boy could stand up and stomped a foot down onto his stomach, grinning maniacally when the elder boy coughed up blood. He opened his mouth to say his last words, but Marluxia was having none of that. Before a single sound could be uttered, he stabbed the boy right through his head, in between his eyes.

This was it...he had won...Xemnas was dead...

"Alright everyone..." He said after a moment of shocked silence. "Lets go."

"And you're sure he's ready?" Hoo asked, folding his hands on his lap as he stared at the scientist and patient in front of him.

"I'm absolutely sure." The scientist said. "One hundred percent broken and brainwashed."

"Good." Hoo remarked. "If the children arrive he will be sent against them, so may see them fight. If they die...so be it. Do you understand, boy?"

Luxord nodded, his face blank of all emotion as he stood before the desk of the man he remembered hating. He didn't feel anything anymore, except for pain and bloodlust. He only goal...paint the world red. He remained completely still while the scientists spoke to each other, only making a movement or sound when asked to, like a well trained dog. Deep inside him something stirred. Something yelled at him.

He needed to scream.

He needed to kill.

He needed to fight.

He needed...

He didn't know what he needed.

WOW I just wrote this in half and hour...WOW. Anyhow, if you can't tell, I don't have a whole bunch of experience writing fight scenes. I'm used to inner monologues. So yeah...review please and tell me what you think. And make everyone read this story.