Chapter Eleven up.

Now, as promised, this chapter will be the turning point for our Organization members and their search.

I sincerely hope you enjoy it.

Chapter Eleven: The Turning Point

"Dexn, wake up."

Dexn was roughly shaken awake by what he recognized to be Xoej's Italian voice and hands. He glanced at his clock. 5:38. Yay.

"Wassdamatter?" he asked groggily. No. 2 grinned at how funny this kid looked just getting out of bed.

"Today's the day. You're getting your weapon, ready or not. Xadmain wants you down in training room in twenty. Get up."

Not waiting for a response, he warped out before Dexn could go and throw his pillow at him. Grumbling something about Italians and a bullet through the head, No. 13 sat up and snapped his fingers. Immediately, he was clad in his Organization attire.

One of the main perks for being a superior Nobody.

In about ten minutes, he was down in the training room. One look told him he should've waited. Xadmain was screaming for all it was worth at Naxst- apparently, the guy had gotten into a bit of trouble last night.

"I swear, Naxst, this is the last straw!" No. 1 hollered, "I mean, snapping the man's throat? Burning the place down? Jesus!"

No. 11 had no ready answer, and for once looked exceedingly guilty. Xadmain sighed, looked up, and saw Dexn standing there.

"Um… I can come back," the younger member said.

"No, no, we're done," the Superior looked back at Naxst, "alright, get out."

Naxst obliged, and as he turned his back and walked out, Dexn saw his usual smug, psychotic grin on his face.

What an actor.

"OK, No. 13," Xadmain motioned for him to stand in front of him at the other end of the stadium. Dexn did so.

"The purpose of today's fight is for you to finally get a weapon. As you well know, each and every Organization member pride themselves on fighting with an object that meets their certain criteria. So, for starters, what do you like to use?"

"Um…" Truth being, Dexn really didn't know how to base a weapon off his likes- his likes consisted of pizza and video games, "I don't… really know."

"Dexn, you need to have a weapon. It's been three months, it's time." Xadmain sounded impatient.

"Sir, I mean… Xoej doesn't have a weapon-"

"Xoej doesn't need a weapon. His physical abilities are at peak performance. Which is more than what I can say about yours."

Ouch. He had to bring up the fact that he wasn't really one of the strongest members in the Organization.

"Alright, Dexn, I want you to let your emotions flow out of you, I want you to search and pull out the one thing deep inside that will protect you. Whether you know what it is or not. That'll serve as your weapon."

Dexn nodded, not understanding in the slightest. Suddenly, as if trying to scare No. 13 piss-less, Xadmain suddenly held his hands out. Dark orbs formed in his hand and then sharpened into his silver blades. He grabbed both by the helm and twirled them around in his fingers and stopped when they faced the floor.

"And now… we duel."

Dexn barely got a minute's notice. He dodged out of the way as Xadmain practically warped up to him and slammed a sword into the ground. No. 13 rolled out of the way and tried to hide behind the pillar, but that proved to be futile as Xadmain sliced his sword right through it, knocking the top half off.

He then made another stab attempt and landed it right next to Dexn's head, missing by mere inches. Dexn glanced at it for a second before warping himself out from behind there just in time for the second sword to pierce, right where his head had been.

He was nowhere near safe, however. His warp landed him on his back, and as he looked up, he saw his boss coming down right at him. He rolled out of the way as the sword came down.

He rolled and he rolled and he continued as each and every sword landed exactly where he had been seconds before. When he reached the wall, he did a Neo jump backwards to avoid the slash into the wall.

He landed on his feet and stood straight up. BAM! Right then, Xadmain's foot met his gut and kicked him backwards. Grunting, he tried to stand up but saw his boss standing over him.

"I'm not gonna kill you, Dexn," he said calmly, "You ever watch a Nobody die? It's not pretty; they start hacking up all the blood in their system, every drop. And the blood's not red- it's black. And after that, they just disintegrate. So if you think I'm gonna have you bleed all over my floor, you're sadly mistaken."

Dexn just moaned, still recovering from the kick.

"Dexn, all I want is for you to reach in and find your strength," Xadmain lifted his sword, "and I suggest you do it soon."

No. 13 shut his eyes tight. Come on, come ON…

A light suddenly illuminated from deep inside. Being a creature of twilight, his first thought was to cower, but he soon found himself drawn to it. He was moving towards it, but his feet weren't moving; it was almost like he was on a conveyor belt, being led to it. He reached his hand in and…

Xadmain brought the sword down, preparing to stop short, but-

SHUNK!

He soon found it stopped by a thin blade. Dexn opened his eyes.

The blade had a large, wide yellow helm. A chain hung off the back of it. The blade itself was long and cylinder, gray, with two short spike-like objects sticking out at the end.

His weapon.

The sword eased up and No. 13 picked himself up off the floor. He gazed lovingly at his new blade.

"I did it," he said softly, then, happily out loud, "Sir! I did it! I have my weapon. I can't believe it, I, I… I…"

It was at that moment that he noticed Xadmain staring at the blade. For the first time ever, he could detect urgency and- was that fear?- on No. 1's face. Xadmain looked up at him.

Dexn looked confused. "Um, sir-?"

"How did you get that?" Xadmain demanded. No mistaking it, Dexn could definitely detect fear in his superior's voice.

"Um, I… just did what you told me to do and I… Sir?"

Xadmain was staring at the blade, not sure if he could believe what he was seeing.

"Sir-"

"That'll be all for today, No. 13," No. 1 was all business again, yet his voice was still shaky, "You may go."

"Uh… OK, then," Dexn began to back away, but then placed the blade down, "Bye."

He warped out. Xadmain closed his eyes. No, he thought, no, this isn't POSSIBLE! There's no WAY this can be possible!

But as he opened his eyes, he realized that it was possible, because it was staring him in the face.

The weapon that Dexn had received, the one he had pulled out of himself, the weapon that he would fight with…

It was a Keyblade.

DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUN!

OK, I gotta stop doing that.

Yeah, I know, finished so soon, but now, things will finally get interesting.

Just two things: a.) the Italian thing- nothing against them. Seriously. One of my best friends is Italian. So I pray no one will find this offensive in any way.

and b.) Xadmain's talk of how a Nobody dies: Foreshadow? You bet your ass.

Review please.