This took a while didn't it? Well, better late than never. Don't own anything.
"Xion, Xion! Come on, Xion, wake up!"
A girl, about ten with black hair, reluctantly opened her groggy eyes. The sun's beams glared into her eyes with an aggressive radiance. Xion held up a dirt covered hand in a desperate attempt to shield her eyes.
"Xion, come on, wake up already," The voice insisted. Xion, her eyes adjusting to the light, looked up at a boy of her age. He had bright blue eyes and blonde hair that stuck up so high one would think he had put his finger in an electrical socket.
"Roxas, I'm tired," Xion complained. "Can't I just sleep for a few more minutes?"
Roxas just shook his head.
"Sorry, but we have to leave before someone catches us." Roxas replied, before offering Xion a hand. Muttering to herself, Xion accepted her companion's hand. Roxas gently lifted Xion of her bed, which consisted of various garbage bags. As Xion sat up, she stretched out her arms and yawned.
"How'd you sleep?" Roxas asked as Xion stood up.
"Better than I have in a long time, we should sleep in here more often," Xion replied, a bright smile on her face.
"We'll, see," Roxas said, trying to hide some disappointment. Xion frowned. She had grown used to seeing this expression. Roxas always had it when he knew something was not likely to happen but was trying to hide it.
"Come on, we should probably leave before anyone catches us." Roxas said, desperate to change the subject. Xion reached down and picked up a dirty stuffed yellow bird that was missing a foot. "Mr. Moogle" was Xion's only real possession and she keep it with her at all time. Roxas nodded to the left, signifying the way out of the dumpster the two had spent the night in.
Xion had been an orphan for almost her entire life. She had no real memories of her life before living on the street. Her stuffed bird was the only thing she really identified with her life before. Xion vaguely recalled someone, a kind person with a big and loving smile, handing her the bird. After that, everything about her life was a complete mystery. Xion had spent the most of her life wandering from place to place on the streets. Occasionally, people gave her food but no-one really helped her. That was until she met Roxas. Roxas, also a street orphan, had taken pity on Xion and started traveling with her. Roxas soon become the older brother Xion never had (well Xion was pretty sure she didn't have an older brother.) Roxas was always kind and dependable, though on the somewhat dimmer side. Roxas was smart,but, he just didn't seem to know that much about stuff other than survival on the streets. Though Roxas' street smarts had gotten the two of them out of trouble many times.
As the two came to the wire fence that enclosed the dumpster, Roxas stopped, suddenly.
"Xion, look!" He called out, practically diving into a pile of garbage bags.
"Roxas, what is it?" Xion asked, as Roxas digged through the piles of garbage. After a few moments, Roxas emerged holding an apple. Xion gasped in amazement. This apple had a large bite mark, two rotted spots, and flies flying all around it. It was, without a doubt the most beautiful thing Xion had ever seen in her entire life.
"Here," Roxas offered, handing the apple to her.
"Roxas I..I couldn't you found it," Xion said.
"Xion, I want you to have it," Roxas insisted. And that was all the encouraging she
needed. Xion quickly devoured the apple without a second thought.
"Thank you, Roxas!" Xion said after finishing off her meal.
"Don't mention it," Roxas replied. "One day, we won't have to eat dirty stuff anymore. One day, Xion, the two of us will be able to eat clean stuff, and sleep on those nice things..um beds."
"Sure Roxas," Xion replied with a smile. Xion had heard Roxas say something like thing many times. Roxas was always saying that the two of them would somehow get lots of money and live the good life. Xion didn't really think that was going to happen, but she appreciated the thought.
Beep beep beep beep
"Aw, come on," Muttered an annoyed voice as a skinny arm reached out and desperately slammed the digital alarm clock.
beep beep beep beep The clock continued its ceaseless sound.
"I'm awake! jeez," The owner of the skinny arm grumbled into his pillow as he started to reach down to the outlet it was plugged into. Finally, he yanked the core out and the beeping stopped.
"I hate that thing," Came a disgruntled sigh. The clock's victim gave a final annoyed grunt before hauling himself out of his bed. He half-walked, half- crawled across his small apartment into the bathroom. When he arrived, he quickly turned on the warm water of his sink and started splashing his face with water. After he had finished, he looked in the mirror. In the mirror he saw a very skinny man of twenty-two with bright red slicked back spiky hair, emerald eyes, and purple reverse-teardrop tattoos( a constant reminder of his misspent youth.)
"Mornin' handsome," Axel smirked pointing at his reflection. He reached into the sink and pulled out the toothbrush he had somehow left in the sink. Axel opened his mouth to start brushing his teeth when he noticed a bright yellow post-it on the glass. It read:
Date with Larx, nine twenty-five, today, got it memorized.
A smile crossed Axel's face. Larxene Floudre was an accomplished columnists, nearly famous for her completely unadulterated and some would say savage articles on well basically any politician, celebrity, or businessman she pleased. Larxene had a few biographies written about her, appeared in several interviews including Oprah, and even had her own personal bodyguard.
So how it the wide world had Axel James Lealand, a collage dropout who lived in a low-rent apartment and worked as a film projectionist at the local mall ever ended up dating Larxene. Well, Axel always thought of it as true love, like the kind that he often showed in his day job. The two had first met in typical romantic fashion, with Axel accidently lighting her skirt on fire during a rather pathetic attempt to show off to his (admittedly few) friends. Then of course, there was the necessary scene where the young couple go decide to stop ignoring their feelings and start dating, this would be Larxene showing up at Axel's apartment and practically dragging him to a date because she lose a bet with a co-worker. Finally, there was the awkward first date. In all honesty, Axel didn't really remember the first date all that well. What he did remember was the two of them waking up in the police station, him with a head splitting headache, an injured hand, and a few burn marks on his favorite leather jacket.
According to Larxene, during dinner Axel had offered to cut a slice of bread for her. This had resulted in Larxene's bodyguard, a burly(and presumably paranoid) man by the name of Kurt Ziza, throwing a chamarm into Axel's hand. Axel had then knocked over one of the scented candles on the table, which had lit the table on fire(why did stuff always light on fire in Axel's love life) Kurt then dove in to 'save' Larxene and knocked her into the table next to them. The dinner next to them was absolutely furious and got into a heated argument with Larxene and Kurt. That had ended in Kurt and the other dinner engaging in a full on brawl, which Axel somehow got dragged into and then hit on the head with a bottle of wine. Eventually, the restaurant called the police and had the lot of them arrested for damages. Fortunately, Larxene had managed to pull some strings and convince the restaurant to drop the charges.
Axel had been completely certain that his chances with Larxene had dropped to zero but surprisingly enough, she had actually asked him to take her on a second date, this one without Kurt.
For a woman who made her career on viciously destroying other people, she was a surprisingly nice person once one got to know her, well most of the time anyway. I've got to have the best luck on planet Earth. Axel thought.
I've got to have the worst luck on planet Earth. Pence thought desperately, as he ran down the side walk. Of course, he had forgotten to put batteries in his alarm clock, of course he had had to completely skip eating his breakfast to try and catch the bus, and of course he had missed the bus anyway. Now, he had to run like a cheetah to try and get to school before class started. The last thing Pence needed was to be late, again.
Come on, come on, He thought, wishing that somehow the super-speed that the characters in the comics he read would suddenly be granted to him. As he turned the familiar corner of the where Olette, one of his best friends, lived, he spotted a large high school. Encouraged by the sight of his objective, Pence sped forward running through the streets desperate to reach school before the bell rang. He burst through the front doors like an action hero breaking into a bad guy's lair. Pence hurried through the halls of the school trying to reach his first class, literature. He ran past the class rooms for science, math, and history before reaching the door leading to the literature class.
Pence took a calming breath, hoping to hide the fact he just ran a marathon trying to get here. Pence opened the door to find the class room. In most of the classes, the class room, right before class began, was in complete anarchy. The kids always ran rampant, talking, yelling, a few firing spit balls at one another. However, the room was completely silent. All of the students sat completely still. Pence shuffled toward his chair trying to avoid notice by the teacher. He found his usual spot, in between his two best friends, Olette and Hayner. As he quietly took his seat, Hayner, a fourteen year old with spiked blond hair, leaned over and whispered to him.
"Dude, you literally had one minute left."
Pence looked at the clock on the wall and saw he infect actually had literally one minute left, before class started. Wow, that was close. Pence thought, sweet dripping down his face. Then, the bell rung and the teacher stood up.
Pence had friends who went to other schools and he heard them always complain about their teachers. He heard other kids his age say 'my teacher's a jerk', 'she always gives me tough assignments' 'he's so boring, all he does is stand there and talk all day' but none of them had ever experienced Saïx.
Saïx was a for all intents and purposes the embodiment of every student's worst nightmare. He was the Doctor Doom, no, the Darth Vader of teachers. The word 'good' seemed to be completely out of Saïx's vocabulary because he never said the word. He never said 'good morning' never said 'have a good day' and most importantly he never said 'good job.' Pence had been in Saïx's class for half of the school year and never once had the teacher ever given a single 100 percent grade. During class he would walk down the rows of chairs and look over every single solitary student's shoulder to look at their work. Often, he would pull the pencil out of a student's hand and use it to point out various flaws in the work. Sometimes with particularly bad students he would pull up a chair and sit right next to them, as if trying to improve their work by his mere presence, though Pence personally though all it did was distract the student( he know it distracted the heck out of him). Saïx was even hard on his favorites( i.e. the people he got annoyed at least.) Once, Olette spend a whole day doing nothing but trying to perfect a report on A Christmas Carol. The next day Saïx had placed the report on the chalkboard marking it as 'mistakes to be avoid.' Oltette's parents had went to the school ready to confront Saïx personally but they backed down once they got a good look at him.
Saïx's true fear factor didn't just come from his methods but his actual appearance. Saïx was a sturdily built man with long blue hair. That was all fine and dandy and from a glance he seemed normal enough until anyone looked at his face. Reaching from the middle of his forehead to just below his eye was a large scar shaped like an 'x.' No one knew how he got the scar and no one dared ask. Theories about the origin of the scar varied from time as a secret agent to time as a mob boss. However, his most frightening was with a doubt his eyes, which were a bright gold. Someone could fill a dictionary on theories the students, (and even some of the other teachers) came up with about his eyes. Some people said that he was an alien, or that he spilled chemicals on his eyes, or that he was a werewolf. Even Olette who was usually very nice and unbiased, thought that he wore contacts to scare students. However, the most prevalent theory was that if anyone made eye-to-eye contact with Saïx long enough, he would eat your soul. Pence usually didn't believe that rumors that students spread around but he would believe anything about Saïx.
When the bell wrong, Pence, Hayner, Olette, and probably the entire class gulped as Saïx stood up. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his reading glasses( many people thought that he wore this to control his eyes' soul eating power). He put them on and then opened his desk's drawer and pulled out 'A Tale of Two Cities.'
"Alright class," Saïx began in his constantly monotonous voice. Another truly frightening thing about Saïx was his complete lack of emotions. He managed to keep himself in complete control at all times. Saïx only had two expressions, his normal calm yet threatening expression and one that seemed slightly annoyed, with a small frown(though that meant that Saïx was in a state of relative fury.) "today he will begin studying Charles Dicken's classic, a Tale of Two Cities."
As Saïx began walking down the rows of students, he droned on about the book and the author's inspiration. However, Pence(and presumably the rest of the class) was too busy hoping he wouldn't stop right next to them. Suddenly, Saïx turned on his heels and made his way toward Pence. And que the Imperial March. Pence thought fearfully as Saïx came to a stop right next to his desk.
"And seeing how Pence here is so knowledgeable on time," He said, taking off his glasses. "perhaps he could tell us when this books was written."
Saïx stared directly into Pence's eyes. Okay Pence, just stay calm, he's not that scary he's just some dumb teacher, he can't eat your soul. Then Pence really started looking at Saïx's eyes. Then, he could feel it. All the joy and warmth in his life was being sucked into Saïx's eyes. Everything he loved was turning cold, oh why.
"1658." Pence guessed desperate to look away.
"1859." Saïx replied, however he looked up and continued walking, much to Pence's relief.
Axel walked down the wind streets, wearing his leather jacket. He would have liked to say that he wore this leather jacket on this chilly February, which had a few holes(not to mention burn marks in it) because he had great emotional attachment to this jacket, his dad had given he this jacket before he passed away he had worn it since he was a teenager, it was like a close friend to him. But in all honestly this was his only jacket.
Breathing out a frosted breath, Axel dug into his jacket's pocket and pulled out his phone. It was a 2007 flip phone. Now Axel would have liked to say that the reason he had such an outdated phone was that he didn't believe in pop culture, that he was resisting the world's obsession with plugging itself into an iphone and removing itself from reality, or that he refused to give into the fads of selfie, texting, and all that. However, in all honestly, this was the only phone he could afford.
"Hey Larx," He said after his phone had finished dialing.
"Axel James Lealand, how dare you call this number!" Came the furious reply. That's not good Axel thought.
"Hey Larxene, is..uh something wrong?" Axel asked, cautiously.
"You bet there's something wrong!" Larxene yelled back. "I made an idiot of myself yesterday! I spent three hours, THREE HOURS waiting for you and you never showed up!"
"Show up for what?" Axel asked, getting a feeling he knew exactly what she was talking about.
"Our date yesterday, you moron, or did you forget." She spat over the phone.
"Um..I can explain," Axel began scratching the back of his head. Before he got a chance to explain, she suddenly hung up.
"That's just great," Axel huffed. He let out an annoyed sigh before trudging on. Guess I don't have ta take the day off after all. Axel thought sardonically trying to think of a way to convince his boss to let him show up for work.
Roxas walked through the streets of the city with his hands stuffed in his pockets. The air was cold, snow covered the streets, and when he breathed it came out like a cloud. Roxas knew this meant only one think. It must be June, already. He thought decidedly.
He and Xion had been very successful today. They had raided three garbage cans, chased away pigeons and stole their little yellow thing that people throw to them, what were they called…bananas, and they even managed to find a copper coin on the ground, a nickel as Roxas thought it was called.
The two eventually wandered in the local mall( though Roxas had been sure that it was called a restaurant), hoping to find something to eat, when Xion stopped suddenly.
"Xion, what are you looking at?" Roxas asked, walking next to Xion.
"Roxas, look!" Xion pointed at a piece of paper held in a glass containment. Roxas couldn't read so he had no idea what exactly Xion felt so drawn to about the piece of paper.
"It's Cinderella," Xion said. Roxas looked at the poster, noticing the woman with long blond hair.
"Oh, yeah. She's the one with the long hair," Roxas said.
"No." Xion replied, with a smile.
"Darn, well she can make things turn cold right," Roxas guessed.
"No, Roxas. She's the one with the glass slipper," Xion said.
"I knew that," Roxas replied, hastily covering up his mistakes.
"Roxas, do you think we could see this movie?" Xion asked.
"Xion, our nickel isn't enough to afford a movie," Roxas replied. "Those things cost like a hundred dollars."
"But Roxas, she's just like us," Xion pleaded. "She was poor and had to eat garbage, but then she got really rich because she worked hard, like we do. I want to see it because..I just want to remember that things can go right, even for poor people."
Roxas took this into consideration. She made a good point, maybe seeing this would help them to work even harder, because maybe there was a happy ending for them. Beside, seeing Xion happy, always made Roxas happy.
"Dude, I can't believe that you survived the death stare," Hanyer said as he and his friends, Olette and Pence, walked out of the school. "How do you feel?"
"Like my soul was almost ripped out," Pence muttered.
"Oh, come on Pence, Saïx can't really eat your soul, that's just stupid," Olette chastised him.
"You wouldn't know you didn't have to look in directly in the eyes!" Pence retorted.
"Excuse me," Came a voice. The three teens looked over to see an Arabian woman, in a blue coat.
"Do you know if one of your teachers, Mr. Dawson, is still here?" She asked.
"Hm. Yeah Sa-I mean Mr. Dawson is still here, he usually stays in the school pretty late," Hanyer said.
"Thank you, um.." She replied.
"Hanyer and this is Pence and Olette," Hanyer replied.
"Thank you, I'm Jasmine," The woman introduced herself.
"Oh, like the Disney princess," Pence commented before receiving an elbow from Olette.
Jasmine just smile, as if saying she'd heard the joke before, and then walked into the school.
"I wonder what she wants with X-face?" Hanyer commented.
Jasmine walked through the corridors of the school until she came to the door labeled literature. She opened the door to find Saïx leaning over his desk, pouring over various papers sitting on the table. To a normal onlooker, Saïx's expression was completely neutral. But Jasmine was one of the few, if only, people who could truly read Saïx. And right now, Jasmine could practically feel the pure anger, disgust, and hatred emanating from Saïx. It was passionate, all-consuming, and it was directed at himself. Jasmine had known Saïx long enough to know that this fire of emotion was directed at himself. Every single time he looked at a report or essay with even the slightest errors, Saïx became consumed by complete and total guilt and disgust at his teaching abilities. When Saïx saw any errors in his students, he felt his entire career as an educator as a shame and a disgrace. Jasmine had no idea where Saïx's mass of insecurities came from but she knew how powerful they were even if he didn't show it.
"Hi, Saïx," Jasmine said, breaking the complete silence the enveloped the room. Saïx looked up from his desk. To most people, his lip had twitched slightly, but Jasmine knew that was Saïx's equivalent of a massive smile.
"Greetings, Jasmine," Saïx replied, before looking down at the papers on his desk.
"Saïx, you do remember your promise, right?" Jasmine asked, walking closer to his desk. "You said you'd take me to the movies today."
"I am keenly aware of our prearranged appointment," Saïx replied as if he were discussing a business meeting. "I just have to finish a few more matters at hand."
"Saïx, you have the whole weekend," Jasmine said. "Come on, it will be fun."
Saïx let out a small huff before raising from his seat, before he walked past his desk he looked down at a small picture frame. Jasmine followed his gaze.
She had seen this picture many times but had never asked about it. In the picture, a young Saïx(without the scar) stood with a large smile on his face. He was holding hands with a young girl holding a large stuffed bird in her hands.
"THAT LITTLE RAT, HOW DARE HE!" Larxene fumed. "HE THINKS HE CAN JUST CALL ME AND GIVE ME,ME, HIS GOOD FOR NOTHING EXPLAINATIONS! DOESN'T HE KNOW WHO I AM!"
Larxene was a slender woman with blond hair and green eyes. Her hair was styled so that two straids stood up like antenna. She had originally doned this look to mock one of her critics who had called her an insect. Larxene had eventually decided to keep her hair in this fashion(probably to fill her own ego.)
"I told you he was nothing but a gold digger," Remarked Kurt Ziza, who was walking along side Larxene in the massive parking complex of her newspaper.
"No,no, he probably just forgot," Larxene said, calming down. "Though for someone, obsessed with saying 'get it memorized' I expected more."
Kurt just snorted in reply. The two were nearing Larxene's car when a loud thud broke the silence. Kurt immediately throw himself infront of Larxene. Larxene looked around for a minute before saying,
"Kurt, it was probably a rat, calm down,"
Larxene reached into her purse and started shifting around for a moment.
"Great, I forgot my lipstick." She muttered. "Kurt, be a dear and get it."
Kurt nodded and walked away. Larxene stood impatiently tapping her foot, before saying.
"This had better be important."
A figure wearing a black, double-breasted trench coat walked out of the shadows. His hood was pulled over his head completely obscuring his face.
"I have received orders from the superior," He said.
"And?" Larxene prodded.
"The time has arrived, the prince has been chosen." The figure said.
"It took him long enough," Larxene muttered. "So the reshaping shall begin?"
"Indeed. You know your part," The figure replied. "And then the Thirteen shall gather."
Now if you will excuse me I need to call my lawyer to prepare when Rabera Girl decides to sue me for using SaiJaz
