Next chapter.

My buddy Silent Dre- the one doing the other Organization fic that I told you about back in chapter one- just joined He's my best friend, both in reality and online, so everyone give him a big hello when you get the chance.

Also, Roxas the 13th is the guy who came up with our Organization names and two of them (Moxt and Dexn) appear in his story, so its all good. Just letting you know. Also, those two and Naxan will be in Dre's story.

Anyhoo, back to Moxt and Naxan for now. Oh, and someone still needs to guess the final three. Name above should help a bit.

Enjoy:

Chapter Five: Peace Talk

"Naxan… hey, Naxan!"

Naxan groaned as Moxt ran up to her. "What do you want?" she asked, trying to quicken her pace, but he grabbed her arm.

"Hey, chill out, will ya?" he smirked, "what, I can't have a talk with my good friend?"

She laughed.

"Why, so you could stick a bug in my hair? Go away."

She threw off his arm and started to storm off again.

"What, you read minds now? Drexan give you a few lessons?" he asked, catching up and again grabbing her wrist, "Chill out, I just wanna talk."

She just snorted but he ignored that as he dove into his speech.

"Aiight- so, I've been thinkin' about what Xadmain was tellin' us back there-"

"You've been thinking?" she asked sarcastically. Moxt was fuming now. This was not working out as well as he had hoped.

"Will you please not try to pick a fight, please?" he pleaded. Sensing the seriousness of his words, Naxan allowed him to continue.

"Anyways, I've been thinkin' about what he said… we do fight. A lot. And it is kinda getting old. And I don't know about you, but I'm kinda tired of it."

Her brain was screaming right then. He was sick of it? Was he really that oblivious to others not to realize that she hated it when they fought? But he was talking again, so she paid attention to see where this was headed.

"So, anyways, I'm headed down to the Gun Range for a shot or two. Wanna come with?"

She gaped at him? The Gun Range? What, so he could shoot her and make it look like an accident? She saw right through this one.

"Oh, I get it," she said, "you just wanna make me think we're gonna make up so you'll kill me when I'm not looking. Gun Range, huh? Yeah, real convenient, what, the bullet just 'got away from you'?"

Moxt's smile got wiped off his face. "Wha? No, wait, that's not-"

"Yeah, sure, alright? Give it up," she said coldly.

Moxt was trying to grasp the right words, but when he couldn't, he just threw his hands up and glared at her.

"Fine, y'know what? Go ahead. Just walk away. Hell, you do it all the time, what's one more? This is such bullshit, y'know, I try to be a decent guy for just one day, and you go and you blow it to hell. So, to hell with it, and you. Just now you can tell Xadmain I tried."

He stormed off in the opposite direction, cursing just about everything as he left.

"Yeah, if you call that a try!"

Naxan, satisfied, went off towards her original destination- the kitchen.

Once there, she went through the normal routine of grabbing her noodles and putting them in the microwave. She set the timer to fifteen minutes and then sat down at the table.

Once there, she suddenly found herself questioning the fight she had just left behind. Did Moxt really just want to hang out with her? Yeah, right. She had been with the Organization for five years and they hated the sight of each other from the moment they first met. In all that time, he had never asked her to hang out with him, requested her presence when him and Naxst or him and Drexan went out to do stuff. So why, just because of what Xadmain said, would he just up and change his mind?

But this time seemed different, for some reason. The way he looked when she accused him of all that… even he wasn't that good of an actor. He actually seemed hurt. Was it that maybe he saw her as more of a person now than before- so to speak?

"God," she placed her head in her arms, "what did I just do?"

"Well, I think you just told Moxt to go screw himself, but that's just what I got out of it."

It was then, as she picked her head up, that Naxan realized she wasn't alone. With her in the room was Raulax, No. 3, a short girl with her long brown hair in a long braid. Although she was one of the quietest members of the group, she was lethal when angered; materializing several tonfa weapons with sharp ends to finish off any enemies that dared enrage her.

"Oh… you heard all that?" Naxan asked sadly.

"Oh, everyone did. Naxst even did a little one- man skit about the two of you but I told him to stop since it wasn't very nice," Raulax told her.

Despite that, No. 9 groaned and started bashing her head on the table. Raulax sighed, walked over, and pat her friend on the back.

"There, there," she said soothingly, "it's not so bad-"

"Yes it is!" Naxan screamed, picking her head up, "I just screwed up big time! He just offered a truce and I… I pushed him away…"

"No, you didn't" Raulax insisted firmly, "if you really are serious about patching things up, then don't let one little quarrel go between that. I want you to go down there and talk things out with him. And that is an order."

Naxan managed to crack a little bit of a smile. She was not one for disobeying her superior's orders.

"Oh, and by the way, I think your noodles are burning."

Her head turned sharply towards the microwave, which was indeed filling up with smoke. "Oh, damn it!"

Down in the Gun Range, Moxt was loading up his Handcannons and ranting to the only person around to rant to- Paxt.

"And so, get this, she starts accusin' me, sayin' all I wanted to do was bring her down there and shoot her. I mean, really, you get that!" Moxt demanded.

His lanky, spiky red haired companion, sitting back against the chair, picked his head up. "I can get that, actually, since you haven't shut up about it since you got down here," Paxt said wearily, almost bored. Actually, really bored.

"Oh, I'm sorry, am I borin' you there, Spiky?" the other asked angrily, stopping the reload for a second to glare through his dark glasses.

"Within a word? Yes," answered Paxt.

"Well, then, Paxt, why you here?"

"Because here I thought I could rest in peace and harmony without having to listen to someone bitch and moan about their girlfriend issues."

"She ain't my girlfriend, man. OK? We're Nobodies, I can't even feel happy about killin' someone, how the hell will I be happy with some broad droolin' offa me?"

"Because being in love and being a murdererare two different things. You really are a very simple creature if you don't know that."

"Ah, blow me," Moxt grumbled, aiming his magnum. BOOM! The bullet sounded like a tank firing, but it accurately hit the target in the head and dropped backwards.

"Score," he said, "See? No happiness. I just act it. You can't act love."

"Xhrics seems to be doing a good job."

"Xhrics is an asshole. Always actin' like he's superior to us. Wouldn't mind shootin' him instead of Naxan. You know she-"

"Yes, Moxt, you've told me seven times already what she did," No. 7 groaned, head arching backwards, "If you're really that pissed off about it, take it up with her."

"No way. After that? She's gonna have to come down to me herself if she wants to talk it out."

"…Well, here I am."

Moxt whirled around and Paxt again picked his head up. Naxan stood before them, right hand clutching her left arm, looking kind of nervous and ashamed. Moxt was just surprised. Paxt smiled.

"Well, I'll leave you two alone then," he got up and with a flick of the wrist, he warped out.

The two younger members just stood there, not entirely sure how to best proceed with the talk. Moxt cleared his throat.

"So… I guess you took me up on that offer, eh?" he asked.

She nodded, "Yeah," she bit her bottom lip.

As he reloaded, she finally blurted out, "I wanted to say I'm sorry for earlier. I… guess I just jumped to conclusions."

"Eh, well… maybe I coulda been a little clearer with what I wanted," he shrugged.

"You're a good person Moxt… you're just a little flaky in personality…"

His- well, he couldn't say heart had stopped, he didn't have one- but something inside him did. In his years with the Organization, no one had told him he was a decent person, not once. It filled him with a source of… pride.

"Thanks," he said, "feels good to hear that. You ain't half bad either."

Naxan felt herself go red, but he continued, "Sorry I kept buggin' ya. I guess… I dunno… you was different or somethin'. And I thought it was in a bad way. But I guess it's in a good way, actually."

Both stayed silent for a while. Then Moxt held the gun out and for a moment, Naxan actually thought her fears would come true. But he flipped it around so that the butt faced her.

"Wanna go?" he asked.

"Uh, I think I prefer the discs," she said hastily.

"Ah, c'mon, just a quick shot."

He seemed kinda earnest about it. She shrugged, a smile lighting up her face, and moved in to take it.

Standing on the range, she lifted the gun and prepared to shoot.

"Hold on," Moxt called, stepping in, "your posture's a little off. Here."

He grabbed her arms and started lifting them into the proper position. Then he squared her shoulders so her posture was just a little bit hunched. Naxan couldn't help but feel a little flustered when he finished.

"Aiight, go ahead."

BAM! Naxan fired off a round and the target went down. She gaped at it.

"Wow," she whispered. Her first try.

"Hey, not bad. You got a good aim," grinned Moxt.

"I had a good teacher, too," she added softly, not looking up at him. Moxt's smile remained, but there was something different about it. Before she could ask, he materialized another magnum out of thin air.

"Now watch a pro do it," he whipped around and took careful aim.

And as they stood there, practicing their aim, Naxan felt as if everything was finally OK.

I wouldn't say friends. I'd say gained a new respect for each other.

One last shout out to my boys Silent Dre and Roxas the 13th. Hiya, boys!

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