Chapter 6 The Loss of Innocence
Boxcly?' what kind of name is that? wondered Seifer, but he said nothing as the crazed man licked his lips.
Seifer felt like his proverbial heart would stop. The two beings before him were looking right at him. At him! The one who had introduced himself as Boxcly(which he still thought was a weird name) was looking at the young Nobody with a look in his eyes that screamed that he wanted blood to be spilt. Seifer had used intimidation tactics in his own fights, but this was a whole new ball game.
The other man stood completely still with his back up and his shoulders straight. It was like he was an unmovable statue. While his companion was breathing hard and twitching, the hooded one never gave an inch.
"Sephiroth!" Boxcly said with surprise evident in his voice. "It good to see you, Sephy!"
Seifer could almost see the swordsmen's eyes move back as though they were rolling. But he disregarded it as a trick of the light.
Boxcly began to stretch and turn and you could hear the audible popping sounds of stiffness being cast out of the body. "Ahh! If he was still alive, I'd gut Vexen for not telling us that you remain conscious the whole blasted time you're in that capsule! I told you we should have brought playing cards!" His face began to switch randomly through emotions . Anger, joy, shyness, fear. And Seifer also noticed that his hands were constantly flexing, as if they were waiting to get around Seifer's neck.
"Silence, Boxcly." Seifer almost had to strain his ears to hear what the hooded man had said. It was low, forceful, and menacing. The man made barely any movement, yet Seifer felt a chill run down his spine.
"And who do we have here, Sephiroth?" the hooded man faced Seifer. Seifer could only watched in disbelief as the metal of the floor began to flow up and onto the man's cloak. Molten metal began to cover him. As it came up to the hem of his cloak, it changed into black. You would never know the difference.
He is looking at me! He's going to kill me, I know it! Seifer felt his nonexistent heart pulse faster with adrenaline. What else can these freaks do? Seifer didn't wish to find out. At least not the way that this Boxcly guy looked like he wanted Seifer to find out.
The rainbow named Boxcly looked over Seifer curiously. He began to circle the young boy with a disgusted look on his face. He must have gone around him at least six times. And every time he faced Seifer, a new emotion was plaster over his face. This was really getting creepy.
"His name is Seifer," said the stoic swordsman. Boxcly cocked his head but made no reply. "He was a youth from Twilight town. Now he is one of you."
Boxcly burst into hideous laughter. "Ooh, a little townie for me to play with, how nice!" Seifer backed away from the skinnier man. Boxcly's grin kept getting wider. "Afraid, are you? Good!"
Boxcly lunged at Seifer, as if to try and seriously strangle him. Seifer backed away but this guy was fast! Too fast. Seifer brought his left arm up to block. Seifer braced himself for the blow, but none came. Boxcly grabbed the arm and a feral grinned made its way to the thin man's face.
But before Seifer could do anything else, his eyes began to hurt! Light! It was everywhere! In every spectrum it came! He couldn't see, but he felt the arm release him. "That'll teach you respect for your elders, brat!" Boxcly's tone dripped with venom and malice. Just waiting to for blood.
"Boxcly," came the voice of the hooded man again, "control yourself."
Surprisingly, Boxcly backed off. He looked at the man strangely then bowed. "Yes mi Lord, but you know how boring I think that is."
The man nodded. "Well," Boxcly said stretching his limbs and popping his fingers, "I believe it's time we find old Xemnas and get back to work."
The first thought going through Seifer's head was this: Is this just a group of weird names? Sephiroth, Boxcly, now Xemnas? What kinda name is that?
To his absolute horror, Sephiroth looked at him and said, "As if someone named Seifer has any room to talk." Seifer felt a chill down his spine.
What are these people?
It came again. "We are Organization XIII. Speaking of which," Boxcly began to stretch his back making very audible sounds, "like I said before, let's find Xemnas and find some more hearts."
"Xemnas is dead." Came the simple reply from the silver haired swordsmen.
Boxcly stopped where we stood with one foot in air, and to Sephiroth's un-showing surprise he looked genuinely perplexed. "Really?' he said with head tilted. He shrugged and smirked. "I never thought he would ever kick the bucket!" Boxcly held up his hand and light began to form around it, slowly. Seifer watched in amazement as a light green piece of glass formed. But it wasn't any just shard. No, this had a definite shape that scared Seifer.
It was a knife.
Before Seifer could even react, the knife flew into the wall so deep that the only part sticking out was the handle and the cross guard. "Well, Xigbar should be able to tell me then."
"Dead, as well."
Boxcly turned back to face the long haired swordsmen with an incredulous stare. He then formed another knife and threw it below the first. "What about Saix, surely not?"
"Dead," came the even reply from the stoic swords master.
Another knife.
Boxcly began banging his head against the metal walls in frustration. "Oh, come on!" he said angrily, "at least Luxord! He was a survivor!"
"Dead and penniless."
Boxcly turned to regard Sephiroth and his companion. "Do you mean to tell me that we are the last human Nobodies in existence, 'cept him?"
Sephiroth nodded.
Another thing scared Seifer. Boxcly smiled. "Well, well, well," he said eagerly to the cloaked Nobody, "looks like it's time for our plan, eh partner?"
Another nod.
"Well, then first on the agen—Hold on, Sephiroth, what did you say this kid's name was again?"
Seifer finally felt his backbone grow back in place and said, "Seifer."
Boxcly looked at him curiously, "That won't do at all." He turned back to cloaked man and said, "Well it seems our friend hasn't gone through the naming ceremony yet. You know the thing with spinning letters and the big X? You can do that, right?"
The man came forth and Boxcly moved away with a smug grin still plastered on his face. "You feel nothing."
Seifer looked at the man like he was on crack. What the hell is that suppose to mean? I feel everything. I especially felt that guy's grip on my arm earlier! He is strong!
"You can feel nothing," came the hooded man again in his cryptic fashion.
What does that mean? Seifer thought again. He looked over to Sephiroth and then to Boxcly. Both looked rather bored.
You have no emotions and the ones you think you have are just a lie that you, yourself are fooled by.
That wasn't his thoughts! Another voice had made it's way into his head. But how?
"Do you want a purpose?" Seifer looked at the man again. His hooded face was shrouded in darkness yet Seifer could see a shadow of a smile on the visible part of a partly wizened face with a grey and black beard.
Without any thought to what he was doing, Seifer nodded. He didn't know what the man was asking or what his answer could make him expect to be, but this was his only chance to find out what was really going on.
The hooded man's hand came up and slowly waved through the air. Magically, strangely shaped letters appeared in the order that spelled . . .
S E I F E R
That was his name! He knew that name. Of course! But what was going on here?
The man waved his hand again and the letters began to spin around Seifer. He looked at them in both fear and curiosity. What did the hooded man have planned? Seifer couldn't guess at the possibilities. Using one's own name was certainly an inventive way to kill someone. Seifer would have a new purpose if that was the case. He would be the lab rat for new ways of death.
The cloaked one held up his hand again; there was a flash of light! Siefer didn't blink, he tried to but his body wasn't listening. He saw that the letters had stopped but in a new combination and in the middle he saw an X that was much larger than the rest of the letters.
F E I X S E R
"Feixser." The name seemed to so easily roll of 'Seifer's' tongue. Too easy. It seemed familiar yet it wasn't his name. Or was it?
"The new you," the man said again with a finality to his tone. Seifer looked at the man and then he saw the man's eyes! They were some of the most intimidating futures on a person he had ever seen. They were orange! No human being had orange eyes. They looked at Feixser with such intensity that he felt as though he would burn there. Yet they were cold. Merciless as the cold tundra. Complete and total loss of humanity.
"It is finished," the man said coldly; he walked away over to Boxcly and Sephiroth. "Now the plan may begin." He turned to Sephiroth how nodded.
"I will wait," and with that, the silver haired one disappeared.
Boxcly clapped his hands together and rubbed eagerly. "So, where do we start?"
The cloaked one did not speak for a moment. He held his black gloved hand up to his chin and began to think. He didn't stand there long before he spoke again. "With the other's gone, the Castle will have to be purged of whoever has taken up resident of it. I believe that Maleficent would have taken it as she seems to have returned from the Realm of Darkness of her volition. Now . . . who to send?"
The man didn't need to ask this and he knew he didn't. The moment this was asked, Boxcly was already thinking of cruel and very inventive way of ridding his companion of the witch.
Though many of these hopes were dashed when the man spoke again. "Show the boy the ropes while your at it, Boxcly."
Feixser heard and saw Boxcly groan at this. "Why can't you take him? He'll just get in my way."
The cloaked man said not a word but continued to look at the rainbow one. With one more flex of his hands, Boxcly sighed.
Feixser stepped up to where Boxcly was and looked at him. "So, what am I supposed to do?'
With a sneer, Boxcly spoke, "Reach deep within yourself and open a channel of the darkness of the shell you now are. There you will be able to open a Corridor of Darkness."
Feixser closed his eyes and began to concentrate. He felt something, it felt cold and harsh, yet it was also shielding and felt pleasant all the same. He reached into it and his hand began to rise. On the wall, a black spiraling portal began to open. It was small but big enough for him to fit through. The two jumped through as the cloaked man disappeared in his own darkness.
And so ended Seifer, Head of the Twilight Town Disciplinary Committee.
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"Admit it, you let him win!"
Larxene rushed through the crowd, putting her black hood over her head to try and hide her red face from the redhead following her. "I did no such thing!" She yelled back at him, though that was really the only way he could hear her over the crowd. "The sun just got in my eyes."
Only moments before, Larxene faced Hayner off in the finals for the Championship. She had beaten Kain in the first match, though she had to admit he was very good and extremely focused. Setzar had lost to Irin but he lost to Hayner, and he and Larxene fought, but 'somehow' she seemed to just trip and allow Hayner to get enough of the little orbs to win.
"Come on!" Axel said and they found themselves in a quieter corner of the Sandlot. "Just say it! You were trying to be nice."
Her response was a good punch to his left arm that almost rendered him disabled.
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Sora should be have been congratulating Hayner on his championship. He should also have studied more for the Geometry test so he wouldn't have made a 79 instead of making out with his tutor. I'll give you three guesses who the tutor was.
"Sora, you do know that you look great in black."
He smiled. He had to go back and re-thank those three indecisive fairies who had his new clothes. His mother didn't like them, but Kairi sure did. So whenever Kairi was around and mom wasn't, was the perfect time to pull these out of the closet. He had done it once when, yeah, mom was gone but he had forgotten dad was home. He came down the stairs in his adventure suit and the man only said that Sora better not lose this one. He smiled. He had no intention to.
"And you know that you look great in anything," he said trying to be as romantic as he could.
She giggled. "You don't want me to tell you how corny that was." How he loved her!
He rubbed the back of his head, a bit embarrassed. They always did this. Ever since they had come home from their adventures, they spent as much time as they could together. Her adopted mom was a bit nervous about Sora, and his mom was like a mother hen, so protective. They had to be inconspicuous so as not to arouse the enemy.
"You do know that the moment that we start," Kairi said with her playful little smile, "that somebody will come in and ruin the moment."
Sora smiled wickedly (ok, as wicked as he could look), "Then they shall be introduced to my Keyblade."
She rolled her eyes. He could be so childish. But of course that was what made him, well, him. And as she had told him (it seemed so long ago now) she never wanted him to change.
"Sora, stay the same." Oh how he loved this woman. "And," she said in the oh so sweet voice of hers, then she grabbed him by his shirt coller, "if you ever have to go on another of your stupid adventures again, you had better take me along or I will shave your head and sell the hair to that wig shop we saw yesterday!"
Now for most guys, this isn't exactly the greatest threat that could be made from their girlfriend. If you think that , however, you don't know Sora at all. Sora's hair was his pride and joy. He didn't have to do anything to it to keep it in its spiky formation that everyone knew him for. Threatening Sora's hair was like threatening his first born child.
Kairi laughed at the face he was making. A cross between absolute terror and a childlike pout. "I can make it up to you for the last few times," he said quickly, fearing the wrath of the redhead before him.
She smiled, "Oh, you mean like this," she pulled him closer and their tongues began a game of tonsil hockey.
Oh how he loved this woman.
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"Damn it all! How the hell did we lose her?"
That is the exclamation of one rainbow haired Nobody with the current disposition of a volcano. And the lava flow had just been redirected to another Nobody that unfortunately just stepped out of the Corridor of Darkness.
Boxcly snapped around to face his unwelcome companion, his face livid. A crystal spear zapped into his hand, its tip at Feixser's throat. "You know if you had been a bit more than deadweight we probably would have had her!"
Feixser had the look of sheer terror for the maniac before him. What was he supposed to do? He barely understood any of the new abilities he had gained. They had fought a witch. A WITCH! It wasn't like this was all part of his daily routine. There had been a giant fat cat in the weirdest cloths and he had punched Feixser into a wall. What was he supposed to do?
Boxcly smiled at his victim and backed off twirling the crystalline spear between his fingers. "You're a natural, kid." His face was so amused that the smirk was almost ready to split his face.
Feixser, confused beyond belief, asked, "What do mean?"
Boxcly had begun to walk away and slowly turned on his heel with a face of bewilderment, but the realization slowly began to dawn on him. His expression changed to utter bemusement. He began to laugh hysterically. "You didn't understand what my partner said? Sephiroth never told you, did he?"
"What are you talking about?" Feixser was really getting tired of all these riddles. That damn grin never left Boxcly's face. "They were all speaking gibberish."
Boxcly laughed even harder now. "This is going to be sweet! Kid, come here." He motioned for Feixser to come closer. Really, he didn't want to comply. He had seen what the man had done to their newly acquired Castle. He didn't trust this man, in the least sense of the word. Nevertheless, Feixser stepped forward.
Before Feixser could react, Boxcly grabbed his by his hair, a shard formed in his hand with a snarl at Feixser's face with little crystalline fangs, dripping with saliva.
Feixser face showed everything. His face was starch white with his eyes as big as dinner plates. To say he was scared would be an understatement. He was utterly terrified.
But just as instantly, Boxcly backed off with a smirk on his face and pointed Feixser's face. "That right there. You're not scared of me."
In a shaky voice, he replied, "H-hell, yeah, I am."
Boxcly chuckled with a dark grin on his face. "No you're not. And I can prove it. Think back, When was the last time you were truly scared, as a human. I mean truly scared. Was it the darkness?"
Feixser did think back.. He remembered the darkness. It was so cold. He could remember his heart beating so fast. His blood was so cold. He felt everything so clearly.
"Remember that," Boxcly said, "the creeping of your spine, the chill on your skin, the beating of your heart, the coldness in your blood." His grin grew even wider, if that was possible. "What do you feel now?"
Feixser did not reply at first. He looked at the ground. What did he feel? He thought he had been scared. He thought he had been angry. He thought he had been happy. But it was all a lie. A lie he had made himself. "Nothing," he said coolly to the ground.
"Nothing!" Boxcly repeated. "That's all you are, kid. You gave your heart. You gave your being." He started to walk away. "You're just a hallowed out shell of what you used to be." He walked a bit more and turned back with a wicked grin. "You're a Nobody." Another crystal spear formed and he licked the shaft of it. "Let's get to work. I have a bitch to kill."
Feixser did not cry for himself. He could not, and now he would not.
He had lost his innocence.
Oh good Lord, THIS IS INSANE AND NOT THE WAY IT!
The last Chapter, this one and the next one were all supposed to be ONE CHAPTER! I hope you all liked the intriguing things that have and will happen. MUHAHAHAHAHAHA! YIPEE!
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CattyGothLoli-Yes all the pairings are the same and it will be soooooooo much fun to dictate all of these people's love lives. ALL THE AWKWARDNESS! I hope you enjoy the rest!
flowergirl220-As you can see, Sephiroth is a friend, or friend-like-thing to Boxcly and his unknown partner. I can say that you will . . . MEET THE PARENTS! DUN DUN DAH! A Heartless is what happens when the darkness envelops your heart a Heartless is born. And possibly when a person has a strong heart and will, the body and soul left over after the heart is taken out begin to act on their own without the heart. Thus a Nobody is born.
uchiwasasuke79-I welcome the thanks for the other parts but what do you mean you didn't like XVI and Boxcly? I can't really use Sephiroth as a villain because all that sorta stuff has been used already. I had to introduce OCs. Otherwise this would be just a mushy story and that would be awkward for me.
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