Once a Somebody
By Lynx of Organization VI
Rating: PG
Summary: The first six members of the Organization were once the apprentices of Ansem the Wise...but what about the other six? A look into the Somebodies of #7 through #12, and the Disney worlds they may have come from.
Author's Notes: The ideas came from chatting with Gext, who gets credit for a bunch of them, plus from another Roll-of-the-Dice challenge. (One of the chapters is the same as the themeset drabble.)
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts and its characters belong to Square and Disney, not me.
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When
there's 'ardly no day, nor 'ardly no night
There's things 'alf in
shadow, and 'alf in light...
His humming tune was interrupted by the appearance of a figure, dressed mostly in black, and with an umbrella. Definitely didn't belong in his world.
"You look lost."
Actually, that was an overstatement. The dark-haired (young? Old? It was difficult to tell) woman looked flustered at the most. She sighed. "Just disoriented. Have you seen a fellow around named Bert?"
Luthor hopped down from the chimney, adjusting the long brush over his shoulder and wiping a smile onto his soot-covered face. His hair was as black as his skin, but his eyes were brilliant blue. "I've seen all kinds of strange things," he said with a grin. "Why, just last week I saw a wee lil' mouse dressed as Sherlock Holmes."
The woman rolled her eyes, and started to walk past. "Well, if you aren't going to be any help..."
Luthor's curiosity drove his actions again. "Now wait, don't go. You want a Bert chap, right? Chimneysweep, like me."
"Any information would be most appreciated," the woman said.
"I may have a spot of information..." Luthor produced a deck of cards from his sleeve; surprisingly clean despite his filthy garments. "Fancy a game of cards, love?"
The eye-roll returned. "I can assure you, I have no time for games. Especially something as uncouth as gambling."
"Now now, I can see you're a sophisticated woman," he coaxed. "Just one game. No stakes, 'cept if you lose, you get no news. Simple as that."
The woman looked him up and down, as if staring past his charcoal exterior into something deeper. "What's your name?"
"Ludor."
"Hardly sounds like a proper name," she replied.
"It's Luthor, ma'am," he said, almost surprised at the added 'ma'am.' "It gets slurred by most. So I just stick with what's simplest."
"Generally smart," the woman said in an even tone, adjusting her white gloves. "But I fail to see the profit in playing a game of cards when I could be asking more helpful fellow for Bert's whereabouts."
"Well, I'm looking for someone, too," Luthor explained, flipping the cards between his fingers. "Some who can beat me. And I've yet to find them, love."
The woman appeared exasperated. "So you sweep chimneys merely to meet poor lost souls on rooftops for a game of cards?"
"Hardly," Luthor said with a laugh. "Gambling's for the nights not spent at the library. Bit of a hobby, you could say."
"Then your problem is that you are deliberately seeking out lesser opponents that you know will lose. Why ask a person such as myself, a woman wondering around the roof? It makes no sense. If you don't look for a challenge, you will never lose." Before Luthor could search his mind for a witty reply, the dark-haired woman trotted down the rooftop. "And that, Mr. Ludor, is quite the waste of time."
And with that, she was around the corner and gone. It took a few minutes for the smile to creep back up his face.
So, he had finally met his match.
