A/N: You guys are amazing! I had gotten such a great response, and a whole lot of reviews. Two were Private Massages, and I got twelve here, including Somebody's Nobody's fluke. You guys, this is kind of like a partially humorous/unsmiling/angst kind of fic. You have met project LK-49, and you guys simply adored her. Now, I shall commence the funny antics of numbers II and our special guest. On the other hand, maybe it will come in chapter three. I do not know…. Oh, and guess what? I won NaNoWriMo. I am epic! Oh, and I will get to reading my reviewer's fics after this!
Chemically: substance used or made by chemistry: a substance used in or produced by the processes of chemistry. A chemical has a defined atomic or molecular structure that results from, or takes part in, reactions involving changes in its structure, composition, and properties.
Refined: make somebody spiritually pure: to free somebody of sin, guilt, or defilement, e.g. in a ceremony or a ritual cleansing
-: Chapter One: Superiority and Silly Nicknames :-
Drink up baby down
Are you in or are you out?
Leave your things behind
'Cause it's all going off without you
Excuse me too busy you're writing a tragedy
These mess-ups
You bubble-wrap
When you've no idea what you're like
Frou Frou - Let Go
Nuri lifted blankets across her head in absolute disgust as the sunlight threatened to rain an exultant gesticulate of sunlight in her now misty orange eyes. Unable to impede out the maddening nuisance of Mother Nature, she grunted loudly before pulling the sheets off her completely. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to sink back into a deep slumber. Nuri coiled up into a little ball before groggily getting up and smacking her lips silently, toppling over nightstands and oversized loveseats. Nuri could have sworn she had stepped in something a bit slimy, hence the immediate stop in her walking. However, due to her lethargic state, she kept walking until she met with a window. Nuri brushed her hands over it a couple of times before balling her fists up.
"Stupid… window…" Nuri inarticulated, tightening the supremacy in her fists. She steadily readied her fist with the impacting blow from the glass, not really knowing what exactly she was hitting. When Nuri sleeps, you might want to call her condition similar to the "restless leg syndrome" except for it is the other way around.
"That isn't very nice, punching things that haven't done anything to you. Now you're really un-lady like."
As fast as lightning could hit the ground in vicious, blood lusting storm, Nuri turned around, her facial expression turning into a what-the-hell-did-you-just say one. Nuri turned to face a very nerve-racking mischievous leer that seemed to rile Nuri to no end. And further more, it belonged to a man who's face was just as daunting, quickly indicated Nuri to but on a more spiteful expression of her on. However, as soon as she changed her facial expression, her head started to throb, throwing her game totally off and making her cup her head with her hand. Within this succinct moment, Nuri tried to remember who this person was, but shortly remembered that she cannot memorize anything, due to her bad remembrance.
The man in the black hooded coat was laid out slothfully over another section of furnisher found only about five feet from Nuri. Nuri shook her head for a moment, conjuring up a razor-sharp and amusing reply for the apparent stranger who was looking for her notice. Glancing slowly at her newly found antagonist's appearance, she glanced at his unusual scars and strange dreary streaks in his hair. For Nuri, name-calling and augment starting was an art that she had mastered, going through a one and a half year and high school and all. She remembered all the steps clearing, ironically above anything else. Maybe it was because she had to live off it everyday, fueling her contentment for supposedly living her life.
"You seem too old to pick a fight with me, go back to sleep!" Nuri retorted, setting aside her headache and putting a perceptible forced grimace on her face.
"As if, 'couldn't sleep, your snoring was keeping me up all night." The man replied just as quickly as Nuri's head could slightly cock to the left. The same simper was still on his face, signifying that this verbal battle was not yet over. The pain in Nuri's head had gotten stronger, making her eyes twitch a bit. Nuri sighed a petite groan and sat back on the bead she had awoken out of.
"I don't have time for this bull." She spoke almost in a whisper, which beckoned the Freeshooter to further antagonize her. He stood up, walked over to her with a mischievous grin before stopping in front of her. Nuri momentary looked at the towering man in front of her, scoffing silently at his confidant and gallant action.
"Like it or not, looks like you're gonna' be here for a while. The names' Xigbar."
"'Gonna' be… where?…" Nuri began, discontinuing in mid sentence to observe her surroundings. This place was quite peculiar, nothing like the one room apartment Nuri used to live in, even though she never remunerated the rent. The place was quite cluttered, nothing Nuri was not familiar with. The walls were panted a light shade of mauve. Models of different sorts of fire arms sat on shelves all around room, and posters of clichéd sunsets, and random beach scenes were plastered just about everywhere. Nuri sighed yet again, now desperately trying to remember everything that went down before she ended up here.
"In time, you will fully transform into a Nobody if you do not restrain your antagonism. Sad really, you can control it…"
That one sentence seemed to be the only one that really stood out to her. Nuri's headache seemed to have subsided, and so she stood up, thirsty for answers and refusing any more questions. Sure, her newly found obliviousness was fogging up her judgment, but that was not going to change her autonomous nature. Nuri stood up, all her handicaps now vanishing.
"Alright Xigbar, who are you, and how the hell did I get here… and where is… here?" Nuri demanded, somewhat holding off on the bane in her voice. Xigbar let out a soft chuckle before throwing his arms up.
"My room, of course, where did you expect to be?"
Nuri sweat droped for a moment. That was not really the response she was looking for. Nuri slumped her shoulders and placed her head lazily into her right palm. She sighed again, letting her eyes droop. Nuri accumulated quickly that she was either dealing with a complete idiot, or this dude was too focused on perplexing her to be concerned.
"Alright, different wording." Nuri sarcastically stated. "Why am I here?"
"'Cause, you went totally bananas on that municipality. That'n it was my mission to retrieve you."
"Ah! Were're getting somewhere!" Nuri outbursts, twirling her index finger in a circle while striding around the now uninterested Freeshooter. He let out a lazy yawn before following the woman with his good quality eye. Nuri narrowed her eyes.
"Ok, stealing people from school is not fucking cool! You must be one of those new cynical doctors huh?"
"Speaking of stealing, dude, I still have to take you to Xemnas." Xigbar remarked. With no warning what so ever, he grabbed Nuri's wrist with a gloved colored hand. That quickly set off Nuri's retaliation gene, and so quickly snatched her arms away. With her other free hand she already had set for impact, she went straight for Xigbar's face. The reckless attempt of inflicting pain was dodged easily. I mean, it was only natural; he was number II of Organization XIII after all. Xigbar clutched Nuri's wrist, which was a few inches past his face with both hands. Xigbar snickered noiselessly, while Nuri's eyes poured a hazardous covetousness convulsion.
"C'mon now, you really don't wanna' fight me. I mean, I saved you. Just act like a very mature little lady and follow me."
Nuri bit pack her tongue. I mean sure, she was blind with rage, but she could sense something erroneous with Xigbar. But then again, even that would not stop her from getting her point across.
"I am not little, and I, most definably am not a lady!" Nuri snarled. "Comparing me with a drug is just… dumb as hell."
Xigbar pulled Nuri out of his room, smiling crudely. "Big vocabulary huh? Wasn't talkin' about that. I don't know what else to call you, seeing as you didn't give me a name."
Maladroitly, Nuri unenthusiastically followed behind the Freeshooter, trying to gainsay the grasp he had on her.
"My name? Ha! You're not getting it 'till I get an answer ya' smug old man!" Nuri yelled, somewhat at the top of her voice. Xigbar rolled his golden eye.
"Doesn't matter to me if you want to wake up the whole organization with your big mouth!"
Nuri kept on screaming and complaining for most of the short walk to Xemnas's room. They suddenly stopped, and Nuri took this time to recollect herself casually, regaining her strength.
"Why don't you come in, number II?" Came the monotonous voice of Xemnas, already knowing he stood there. Xigbar frivolously pushed Nuri in the room. Nuri looked back spitefully at Xigbar while still unaware of walking into the dim lit room known as Xemnas's area of plotting. Nuri stopped in her tracts as she glanced at the man sitting at a giant desk, smiling primitively at the sight of her. He had a blanket of gray wrapped around shadowy skin. The eerie look in his eyes made Nuri anxious. She recollected herself as Xigbar followed behind her.
"Hey Xemnas, look what I found!" Xigbar said with a playful glee in his voice. Nuri totally resented that little comment.
"I see you have completed your mission, number II." Xemnas began in the same repetitive voice as before. He turned to look at Nuri, which made her feel all anxious inside. Anxious was yet another feeling that Nuri was not familiar with, because she did not have anything to feel worried about. She knew that these people were not like the weaklings in Aretha. They were serious. "Have you enjoyed your stay here so far, Nurixie?"
Nuri choked this comment. "Nurix-what? How the hell do you know my name?"
"What a lame name… Trixie?" Xigbar stated under a slightly obscured chuckle.
"No ya' dumb ass, Nurixie! Say it with me, Nur-ix-e, Nur-ix-e!" Nuri growled, using her hands for prominence and stressing on the 'e' sound in her name. Xemnas glared at the two, already loosing patience with their bickering. Still, he had to set a good example for Nuri, as he needed her for a special purpose.
"I know what you are Nurixie, and you possess brute strength if you learn how to use it well." Xemnas spoke, over the two. Nuri snapped out of her tantrum and turned her attention to Xemnas. Remembering the quote that she memorized earlier, she slammed her hands on Xemnas's desk.
"Ah, that's right! What is a Nobody?"
"A Nobody is what is left behind by those whose hearts have been consumed by Heartless." Xemnas quickly answered, as he already had experience from telling twelve Nobodies the same thing.
"A Heartless?"
"Heartless… are the darkness in hearts of living beings given shape and form. They have a thirst for hearts, and are most attracted to pure hearts." Xemnas answered yet again.
"So… what am I?" Nuri asked, pointing her index finger towards herself. Xemnas slightly smiled yet again.
"You are a being, with both humane, and Nobody genetics. Truly, you are a gift. You feel, and yet, you don't feel."
Xigbar took a seat in one of Xemnas's chairs and made him self comfortable. "Sounds like something ridiculous to me."
"Nobody asked your opinion!" Nuri retorted. "So, Xemnas, how exactly did I get these genetics?"
"That is were Zexion comes in." Xemnas simply answered, putting his arms in mid air. "He's going to find out what makes you tick. Ultimately, what this comes down to is that you have a gift from the void, and that gift is disintegration, am I right? To destroy a whole town, regardless of its light or darkness quantity is truly an endowment indeed. Furthermore, the ability to call upon weapons of your choice is due to your Nobody inheritance. Truly remarkable. You are a force to be reckoned with."
Now, Nuri was sitting there, not really knowing how to take the praise that was just given to her. Quite actually, she was never given any praise, so she could not help to turn a shade of crimson. Finally, she had gotten the respect she deserved.
"We could use another thirteen in our Organization, Nurixie. Would you help me make this organization whole again?"
Nuri smirked. How would she ever say no? She had nowhere else to go, and from what she had heard, her town was gone. Moreover, Xemnas had been so pleasant to her so far.
"What the hell happened to the other number thirteen?" Nuri asked, letting inquisitiveness get the best of her. Xemnas quickly came up with something. He did not want to fill her head up with thoughts of leaving as Roxas did.
"We never had one." Said that tedious voice of his. "So, are you willing to serve this Organization?"
"Might as well!" Nuri shouted, her self-esteem rising tenfold. "So, that is it? I'm officially number XIII? Heh, and guess what? The name is Organization XIII! Thirteen, hah!"
"Alright, we'll have a ceremonial meeting later today. You should have an introductive speech, and display your power thoroughly. Because you are new… the rest of the Organization will not know you. Give them a reason to, number XIII."
Nuri stopped cheering and glanced blandly at Xemnas. "But… Xemnas…"
"…Superior." Xemnas corrected, raising a brow. Nuri cocked an eyebrow at this also. There was no way she was going to call this complete stranger her superior.
"Superior," She strained. "I don't know how to use my, powers. Ha, I feel like a Power Ranger."
Xemnas blinked at this comparison. He did not know what a Power Ranger was, and frankly, he did not care.
"I suppose number II could teach you the basic form of combat…"
Nuri's expression changed completely into one of bitterness. She crossed her arms; disliking the fact that now, she has to listen to someone. She glanced over at Xigbar, who was now fast asleep. He looked as if he had been sleeping through most of Xemnas's and Nuri's tête-à-tête.
"What is wrong, Nurixie?"
"…Nuri." She corrected, with a fulsome smirk. "He's asleep."
Xemnas coughed into his hand before loudly saying, "Number II, number XIII, adjourned!"
Xigbar gradually woke up and rubbed his good eye. He stretched for a bit, and then sprang up.
"Finished already?"
"Number II, please take Nurixie to the training room. She needs to learn how to use her abilities fully, and effectively -"
"Ya' persist on calling me Nurixie after I told you to stop? I'm trying to be nice." Nuri spoke behind clinched teeth. Xigbar stood in the same place, interested in where this could go. Xemnas folded his hands, now knowing that the person standing in front of him really, truly did not get the initiative of being in this organization.
"I have nothing further to say. You are dismissed, and there're rigorous consequences if you don't listen to your Superior."
"Alright, come on Trixie, time to go train," Xigbar interrupted, right when Nuri was going to reply with a sharp riposte. He, again, pushed Nuri out of the room unconscientiously. However, Nuri was not going to stand for that kind of disrespect, not now, anyway.
"The hell I am going to get punished! You can't contradict me!" Nuri huffed. Nuri folded her arms, biting back her tongue, yet again. One moment in time, Nuri is prone to explode, and when she does, she will show no remorse to whoever ends up getting a good tongue-lashing, or even worse. Xemnas's door closed, and Nuri solemnly stood in one place, glancing at the Freeshooter who apparently thought she knew where she was going.
"Such language…."
Nuri quickly turned in the other direction, to be met with a person in the same getup as Xigbar. Xigbar turned around to acknowledge the member. His attributes slightly frightened the contentious woman. Nuri balled up her fists, and pointed at the spiky red head.
"Watch who ya're talking to you clown! Shouldn't you be at the circus?"
Axel, who did not like this stranger's derogatory outburst, fumed with rage. He brought his fiery emerald eyes to Nuri, making sure to notify her who he was.
"Why don't you watch who you're talking to? The name's Axel, commit it to memory."
"Alright dudes, that's enough. Axel this here's Trixie, and Trixie, this is Axel." Xigbar intervened.
Disregarding all that was just said about her, Nuri kept her focus locked on Axel. "I'll commit a foot up your ass, it doesn't take much to make a guy scream ya' know."
"Such foul language… that's very funny, I could have sworn I heard a woman speaking. No… I think it was a man wasn't it?" Axel retorted. "Why are you even here, you aren't part of the Organization, are you trespassing or something -"
Before Nuri could even say anything, Xigbar took her wrist and began to pull her away from The Furry of Flames. Nuri, again, tried to release the grasp, complaining out of her mind. Xigbar looked over his shoulder.
"I'll see you later today Axel!" He spoke before fixing his grip. Seeing, as her attempts to break free were not going to work, she finally quit, pouting as if she was a little child still in grammar school.
"I fucking loathe this place." She mutters under her breath. Xigbar smirked mischievously again, making Nuri pick up her self-esteem.
"Then why are you here?" He grinned, somewhat.
"'Cause, ya' freakin' brought me here!"
"As if, remember, I was assigned to bring you here. 'Nothing' stopping you from walking right on out."
"Yeah, ya' are, asswhole."
"You know, all you have to do is break the clench. Isn't anything hard."
Nuri glanced down at the floor, feeling moderately diminutive in all of her years of living. Xigbar was right; she should have been able to break the grasp. After all, all she did most of her life was fight… right? Nuri now had second thoughts on the older man walking beside her. Then again… how old was she…?
"I like your style, Xigbar." Nuri remarked, almost with a forceful tone to it. Xigbar smiled his tiered old grin.
"Nice way to confess defeat!"
"No way… I just tried to complement you was all, in no -"
Too late, they had already made their way into the Training room, which was an enormous room, in which if you said something, it could be heard for possibly hours. Equipment and weapons were stacked on random shelves, and a scoreboard with the Nobody mark was high in the air. Bleachers overlooked the area where training would commence. Now, Nuri had butterflies in her stomach, because to tell you the truth, she had never picked up a weapon in her entire life. She had always used her hands.
"… So… ya're going to teach me how to fight with a dummy?..."
"Nope, you're going to fight me." Xigbar spoke, a sound of malice in his voice while walking over to the dome. Nuri slowly followed, as she was not a quitter nor a baby neither.
"…And… ya're serious?" Nuri spoke one last time, trying to confirm the information given to her.
"Very."
After Xigbar made that last comment, two guns like weapons appeared in his hand. They were identical, and Nuri put up both her fists up. Truthfully, Nuri was scared out of her mind, even though she could hide her emotions pretty well. She did not want to know what it felt like to be shot, because on television, it looked like it hurt badly.
"…And I get one of those?" Nuri remarked, pointing to the wall of very painful looking weapons.
"Nope, wrong again, you have one of your own, now quit talkin' and fight!" Xigbar exclaimed, lunging for Nuri. Nuri un-instinctively shielded herself with her arms.
"Aw fuck," She cursed, Xigbar making his way over to her in a millisecond. By the time she blinked, he seemed to disappear from view, totally dumbfounded by this spectacle.
"Behind you, Trixie."
Nuri swiftly turned around to be met with a barrage of bullets to her bare feet. Nuri jumped up and down contentiously, screaming multiple phrases of, "What the hell," or "Are you insane?"
"Oh, time to reload!" Xigbar exclaimed. "You were all high and mighty just a few moments ago, why don't you bring back that same tone of voice? Or all you just all talk Trixie?"
"The name isn't Trixie!" Nuri roared, running towards Xigbar, placing her hands to her sides as she readied for a roundhouse kick. She came really close to inflicting an impact, but he disappeared again.
"As if you could hurt me Trixie, you're too slow, you better start fightin' or I might just kill you."
Nuri tensed up at that action.
"… Kill me? Pff… I've lived this long, ain't nobody going to murder me now!"
Another shot behind Nuri could be heard. Nuri narrowed her eyes, and put her left hand behind her back. A brilliant grayish light shown intensely. In her left hand resided a blue katana, cutting the bullet delivered by Xigbar in half. Now feeling some momentum, Nuri smirked a devilish grin. She was armed now, giving her a feeling of contentment.
"Now the fight can begin. About time…" Xigbar murmured. This time, he was standing in mid air, the barrage of bullets growing more deadly and faster than the first. Nuri ran as fast as her feet could take her, making damn sure none of those bullets touched her skin. Exhausted, knowing that if her speed withered away even a little bit she would be hit, she stood in one place fending off the bullets.
"Pretty good for a beginner." Xigbar scoffed. Nuri's face turned another aggravated tone of red. In her other hand appeared a long sword. Though it was heavier, Nuri managed to swing it with ease, making the bullet dodging even more easier.
"Piece of pie!"
"It would mean something' if I wasn't going extremely easy on you!"
"Wha-a-at?" Nuri snapped, dropping her focus and guard tremendously. A bullet grazed her her fingers, flipping her long sword out of her grasps. Along with those mishaps, two bullets made an impact into Nuri's right arm, causing her to wince in pain. She immediately grabbed her wounded arm, eyeing the Freeshooter unconsciously. Her vision blurred tremendously, as well as her whole body going into a state of shock. Yet and still, Nuri could not feel the wound, but she knew it was there.
"Dude, don't tell me your easily effected by grade school tactics? And here I thought you'd be better'n that!"
Blood started to seep through Nuri's fingers, and that made Nuri scowled strongly. At first, she doubted it, but now she knew it was true. Xigbar really meant what he said. He was really going to kill her. However, the point about this whole thing was that she did not know how to fight, or really, how to use any of the weapons she wielded. Expeditiously, a bright idea shimmered in her head.
"Remarkably, she… sits in the… darkened… corner, waiting to… be found…" Nuri said between gasps of blood escaping her lips. Xigbar lifted a brow, not knowing what to expect from this haphazard moment.
"…She's a… puppet master." Nuri abruptly stopped. Thin strings of durable string wrapped around her wounded arms. I wooden steering wheel floated next to her, as if she was controlling it with her mind. She had some use of her hand, hence her obvious smirking. Still, the bleeding did not stop.
"She's… a weapon…" Nuri said, but intended to exclaim. The bullets that pierced her skin shot back out to Xigbar, who dodged them unproblematicly. Her wounds were still visible however.
"Nice come back, Trixie!"
"Not gonna' fall for that one again!" Nuri yelled, her eyes widening as another besmirched light shown in her free hand. A long, feathery pen appeared in her hand. The feather was a bright orange, matching her hair, and the pen was a solid gray. On bottom of the was an old fashion needle, one that was very razor-sharp and enormous. Resting on the feather was the Nobody mark, and around the pen multiple times were the words, 'Tis a word that's quickly spoken, which being unrestrained, a heart is broken. Nuri held her new, customized weapon with both hands, feeling even more confidant. She knew she understood how to operate a pen. Xigbar dropped his guard, and examined the weapon with his good eye thoroughly.
"Alright, good, good, now, let's see what you can do."
Just when Nuri thought training was over, she sighed an aggravated groan, and then got serious.
"Getting' the hang of this… I am half of some thing after all." Nuri jeered.
"And what would this thing be…?"
"A… Nobody." Nuri perked.
All of a sudden, Nuri's unexpected ally turned into a gruesome mercenary, shooting at her viciously. Nuri caught three in the leg before she even got time to notice Xigbar's sudden attack. Nuri quickly closed her eyes quickly, summoning a barrage of weapons, all surrounding her.
"I had to fight all my life to survive. They were all against me, but I beat the bastards and left them in a ditch, don't think I… won't do the same to you, Bigrax!"
Then, the weapons all busted into a gray smoke, surrounding Xigbar, who took a particular interest in this new scheme.
"Words of reverence disappear!"
The smoke slowly disappeared, taking spaces of the training ground with it. Detonations joined the riot, seeing as how time bombs were in Nuri's armada. Nuri then felt a strange array of a tingeing feeling before falling limply onto the ground, her body scattered onto the ground. Xigbar escaped the attack without a scratch, walking over to the still dangerous redhead. The string around her wounded arm loosened little by little, and her pen disappeared.
"Hmm… got to give it to you Trixie… you did well."
Nuri raised one hand into the air, slightly snarling, and her eyes closed. "The… name's… Nu…ri."
"Today marks a new begging in the Organization, as we have come to pass a fatal loss that has bruised us…" Xemnas spoke, in his trademark dull voice. He threw his hands into the air, and even though his expression did not show it, he was clearly happy. The rest of the organization sat in their tall chairs, eager to see what Xemnas had in store for them. Number XIII's chair was empty, that much Nuri could see through the black curtain she was behind. Xigbar smirked dryly, hoping to show the rest of the Organization what he could do in just a couple of hours.
"… This is truly a joyous day, as I introduce the newest member of this Organization, now we are whole again…."
Axel taped his fingers on his chair in sheer annoyance. He dreaded the moment when the Superior replaced his friend. No one could take Roxas's place, and so help him God if it was that woman he bumped into earlier…
"Through her, we may learn the arts of possibly making an artificial heart… leading up to the return of our hearts as well…"
Nuri smirked, with pen in toe, and extra careful not to sprain anything (she had bandages on both her right leg and left arm) she stepped up, impatiently awaiting her time to shine. She still had on her tattered suit, but it was not damaged enough to the point where as she would not wear it. Crumpled up in her free hand was a piece of paper.
"May I introduce the Exasperated Fictitious Armamentalist, Nurixie."
Nuri walked out next to Xemnas, accompanied with snickers, and a number of sighs. Nuri hung her head up high, a predominate look on her face. She stood next to Xemnas, who stared blankly at her. Nuri unhurriedly un-furrowed the paper purposely to see if the crowd would die down. It only grew louder. Nuri started to twitch a bit, before turning a shade of crimson.
"SHUT-UP!" She yelled, almost as loudly as Xemnas when he wants the multitude to become soundless. Nuri got her response, and smirked when she got it. She threw the paper behind her, and placed her pen on the ground.
" Ya' guys thought I was gonna' say something innocent like, 'thank ya' huh? Hell no. I am convinced that every one of ya' here are a cluster of outlandish individuals. This guy," Nuri paused, pointing at Xemnas.
"…Hasn't gotten my name right. The name's Nuri… and if you call me Nurixie, I might just have to extraordinarily impair you. 'Not a pushover, and damn sure ain't you guys mothers. I am a weapon damn it."
Nuri smiled, showing her teeth for the first time. "And it's time I start being treated like one."
So, let go
Jump in
Oh well, what you waiting for?
It's all right
'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown
So, let go
Just get in
Oh, it's so amazing here
It's all right
'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown
A/N: Word count is 5,782. Yeah, you never seen this much talent in a 14 year old! Phew… with finals coming up, this might be hard to work on. I was going to say something important, but I forgot. Again, I have no time to proofread, so sorry for my mistakes! I hope, no… I pray to good God that no one was Out Of Character. I do not know… every time I write something, I am like… "Ew… he wouldn't say that."
One time, I was accused of putting someone in character way too much. They were 'cloying saccharine'. Man… it is either I do something very wrong, or totally overly right. You can see quizzes -cough- Nurixie took… (Nah, it was just me, checking off the things Nurixie would do) on my profile. In addition, I got one hot Xigbar avatar now. I gotta' get into fan girl mode soon.
Moreover, hah, Nurixie is funny with her Bigrax joke. I nearly peed my pants when I heard that the first time.
"I had to fight all my life to survive. They were all against me, but I beat the bastards and left them in a ditch."
That was the most amazing quote out of this whole thing. Take Nuri's words of wisdom into consideration! Those are true fightin' words. Now Chiharu-Chan must be off to review ZipporahssBird's story and many more!
-:Chapter 2 Preview :-
"What the fuck… is that mustard?" Nuri said in complete revulsion. Demyx looked at her with the bottle close to his sandwich.
"Yeah… I like mustard… what's wrong with that…?"
"You sicko… mustard is… just… I think… I am gonna'… sick…"