A Nobody's Heart
Ch.2: The Organization
By: CRAZY-demented-WRITER-girl
"What's...what's happening to me? Falling...falling...into darkness."
His golden hair waved around his sleeping face as he fell deeper into the dark abyss. Slowly, he opened his dark cerulean eyes. They seemed to focus. The pupils became smaller as the light he was staring at moved away from him. His arm reached out for the light. It stretched as if it was trying to pull it back. Soon it was completely gone and he was left to fall deeper into the darkness. The darkness faded away as he jerked awake by the feeling of small wet drops hitting him on the head. When his vision cleared from the sleep, he was immediately blinded by green and blue neon lights right above him. His back felt cold from the wet pavement that he had awoke on. Pain streaked through his body as he struggled to get to his feet. One hand was planted on the cold wall so he could balance himself. The cold wind that blew through the desolate city streets chilled him to the bone.
"So you have awakened..."
His blond head snapped in the direction that the voice had come from. He peered into the darkness. The voice's figure became clearer as he stepped out of the dark alleyway and into the light. He was clad in a black hooded jacket. His matching black boots stomped agianst the pavement as he came closer. The dark figure slowly lifted his head to look at the cloudy sky that continued to cry above them.
"Everyone has a purpose, but some purposes are more important than others. You have a very important purpose, Roxas..."
"Roxas..."
"Your purpose is to serve Organization XIII. Do you understand, Roxas?"
"Roxas..."
"I understand...," he muttered. He looked up at the now starry sky. It no longer cried out in pain, but it looked down upon Roxas and the hooded man. Its stars seemed to be like a million eyes winking at them.
"Here. Take this." Roxas looked back at the hooded man who was now holding a black robe like his. Roxas reluctantly took it. Now he was one of them. One of these 'Orginization XIII people.' "Come, Roxas. Let us get out of this rain." It started to rain agian. Roxas looked around, then he turned and followed the hooded man while slipping the black robe around his slender, cold body. They continued out of the alleyway and onto an even brighter street. Roxas's eyes were attracted to the tall, massive building that loomed over them as they walked past it. Down one more neon street and they reached their destination. A pale, transparent bridge appeared in front of them. The hooded man stepped onto it. Roxas stepped lightly onto it, making sure that it was real. Reluctantly, he followed the man onto the bridge and into the huge castle.
"Welcome to Castle Oblivion," the man's deep voice echoed across the long marble halls.
"Castle Oblivion...," Roxas repeated. He looked back up at the hooded man. "Have I been here before?"
"Maybe. Come this way." The black clad man led Roxas down the marble hallway. Roxas's eyes shifted from door to door, each one having a name and number. "Here you go." Roxas looked up at the white marble door. It read: Roxas, XIII. Had they known that he was coming?
"This is mine?" he asked, timidly. The man merely nodded his head before turning to leave. Roxas looked up at the plaque above his door before grabbing the handle and turning it to reveal his room. It was a good size with a window seat, walk-in closet, twin bed and a desk. Almost everything was white except for the dark wooden desk and matching chair.
He made his way over to the bed and sat down. Gently, he ran his hand over the white comforter. It was soft and warm to his touch. Then he walked over to the closet. When Roxas opened it up, he wasn't very surprised that it was empty except for a another robe. Probably just in case his other one got dirty. After looking the closet over one more time, he moved onto the window seat. Something about sitting on the plush seat seemed to excite him. Then, taking the curtains in his hands, he pulled them back only to reveal the same crying night sky that he had walked through to get here. Was it always like this? Was it always raining and dreary? There was something about this whole place that seemed to bring his spirit down.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Meetings in ten minutes." The voice wasn't deep and rough like that cloaked guy that had brought him here. This voice was soft, even though it sounded serious. "Are you in there? I said, 'Meetings in ten minutes!'" it yelled like the door wasn't even there. Roxas got up from the window seat and headed to the door, but when he opened the door no one was there. He looked both ways down the hall.
"A meeting? Maybe I should try to find it," Roxas muttered to himself. He walked through the shiny marble hallways, looking up at the plaques above the door. Soon he came to a door thatread: 'Meeting Room'. He could here voices through the door.
"Well, where is he?"
"Who?"
Number 13!"
"I knocked on his door." It was that same voice that had called for him to come to the meeting. Roxas opened the door a little bit more and quietly stepped in. There were several people with the same black hooded cloaks as the guy that he had met before. They were all sitting around a huge retangular table. Suddenly one them noticed him. His longbrownhair twirled around as his head turned.
"Number 13, you're late," he said. His tone was commanding, but nonchalant. Roxas quickly looked around and took a seat with his name on it that was beside the skinny, blond woman. She appeared to be the only female in the room. "Since you're new here, maybe I should...introduce you to the others." Then he pointed each one out, say their name, "Larxene, Luxord, Demyx, Ax-Axel? Where's Axel?" Marluxia asked, looking around the table.
"I think he's in the library," the blond, Demyx, answered.
"Agian? He never takes anything serious," Marluxia groaned. He stood up and shoved his chair back under the table. He headed out of the door, slamming the door behind. Demyx furrowed his eyebrows then he saw Roxas.
"I feel bad for you, being at the bottom of the Organization food chain," Demyx teased. "Oh well, at least you got Larxene down there with you."
"Shut it, Demyx!" she growled.
"Whatcha gonna do about it, blondie? I'm higher in rank than you," he countered.
"Would you two please stop fighting?" asked Luxord, who was massaging his temples. They seemed not to hear him because they kept on fighting.
"I wouldn't care if you were the Superior. You're still a childish moron," she quipped.
"Yeah, but I'm still higher in rank." He moved his chair over when he saw her eyes flash like lightening. Suddenly, Roxas, who was watching the whole scene out of interest, was knocked over by a huge blast of fire that erupted from the meeting room door.
"So did I miss anything?" Roxas, along with a few other Organization members, looked up to see a fiery red head standing in the doorway with one hand on his hips. He only smirked and made his way over to a fallen chair. He picked it up and sat down, propping his feet up on the clean marble table.
"Axel, you're late."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Who made you the Superior, Saix?" Axel asked the blue-haired man at the other side of the table. Saix only sat back and blew some air out of his lower lip which only made Axel smirk more.
"So, you think that being late for a meeting is okay?" They turned around and saw a very mad Marluxia. He walked over to where Axel was sitting. "So do you?"
"So course not Marly. I'm soooooo sorry for missing your meeting. How can I ever make it up to you?"
"As a matter of fact you can. I called this meeting to introduce our newest member, Number XIII, Roxas, and you, Axel, will be his mentor." That got Axel's attention.
"WHAT?" he exclaimed. Marulxia smirked at Axel's reaction.
"Is it too much for you Axel? Surely you can take care of a mere child."
"Of course I can," Axel stated matter-of-factly, sitting up straighter.
"Good. Since you agree, meeting is adjourned," Marluxia quipped, still smirking at Axel's dismay. But no one even seemed to notice the look on Roxas's face.
Roxas walked back to his room, or at least what he thought was his room. The white halls seemed to go on forever and ever. Finally he reached the room that said his name. At least he thought it was his name.
"So I gotta babysit you?" Roxas whirled around to see the same red head from the meeting room. His green eyes seemed to stare right through Roxas. "Well, let's get one thing straight. You do what I tell you and everything will be okay." And with that he was gone, leaving Roxas standing in the cold, white marble halls of Castle Oblivion.
AN: Sorry that I haven't updated in a while. I'm trying, I swear.
