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-: Chapter Three: Personality Disorder: AD/HD Part 1 :-
I am the comfortable secure
The definition of this western world
And I have perfected deceit
Even I believe I'm above saving
I'll never let You see
I am the broken
I am the bruised
I am the poor ones
I have been used
Barlow Girl - Song for the Broken
Yesterday went along smoothly, as far as Nuri was concerned. She had gotten a new room, and to say the least, it was far from what she expected. She also had gotten her own hallway. So, getting her own hallway meant she was isolated from everyone else. No snide remarks, no sudden burst of arguments… just silence. And hey, Nuri killed two birds with one stone, because she found her book bag. In that book bag skulked Nuri's prized possession. It was slender in size, very light weight, and she carried it around where ever she ventured. She even has a smaller version of it which doesn't require all the confusing wiring the original has. Nuri's ginger colored eyes twinkled in pure glee as she slowly pulled the item out prior to diligently checking if all of her belongings were still intact. Castle Oblivion to Nuri is like a labyrinth… and Nuri is very terrible at solving puzzles. The Television in her room was a medium sized one. What really grabbed her attention was a poster board nailed to the southern wall had many pictures of two extraordinarily peculiar weapon of some sort. Nuri questioned whether or not she could make an Oblivion or Oath Keeper for quite some time. However, the will to play videogames was far more severe. That and she could not stop thinking of a little mishap that happened in her demonstration of power.
Nuri fell.
Not an oh-my-god-I-just-really-tripped-over-my-own-feet kind of fail, but a you-loose-go-kill-yourself-now-or-I'll-do-it-for-you fail. Nuri never felt embarrassed, and that kind of emotion didn't exist on her part. Somehow, she felt like she had to redeem herself, and it was in fact her obligation to do so. Therefore, to that effect, she quietly plotted her revenge. All the chuckling and gasping would be laughed at by Nuri's fists! Nuri leisurely plugged everything in the right sockets, and plummeted down into her bed. She clutched her Play Station 2 controller. Nuri indolently dropped down on her futon and stared at the ceiling. So many things were whooshing around in her mind, and she was so eager to tend to them all. She hadn't gotten her Organization XIII uniform, and that really bugged her. How long would it take for her to get some new threads? Xemnas had assigned her to a training succession with number X, Luxord, who seemed to have volunteered. Nuri was to proceed to the training area at Noon everyday, equipped and ready to go.
She was so not going to do that.
What made Xemnas think he could just order her around? Nuri rolled her eyes at this sheer thought. Whisks of her carroty hair began to fly in her face, causing her to grumble as she forcefully pushed it out of her sight. Before she was to go to Luxord, she was to go see number VI, Zexion, who was to see what he could do. To reiterate, Nuri wasn't going to that neither. A small grimace appeared on her face. How long would it take for the others to notice she wasn't going to do anything? Nuri loaded her game and during that time, she took out a piece of paper and a black gel pen. Sometimes, words beckoned to reveal themselves to her, and she just had to write them down. Nuri casually placed the pen to the paper.
"There must be a bond between chosen and Summoner." echoed Nuri's Television set, causing her attention to report to her game.
"Yunalesca…" Nuri snickered. "You won't beat me this time ya' old hag!"
"Sin is eternal. Every Aeon that defeats it becomes Sin it its place... and thus is Sin reborn."
Nuri clutched her controller in absolute anticipation.
"Shut up old hag."
Nuri folded her legs and her eyes turned into deadly darts, and that isn't literately. Nuri pressed the start button several times out of being irritated and aggravated. Tomboy was a word that Nuri absolutely abhorred. She reviled labels. Sure, she liked video games, and liked to skate, but did this really make her a tomboy? The battle started, and Nuri was fidgeting with her fingers, twitching and everything in-between. Her tongue was a good twenty-five percent out of her mouth. Final Fantasy X is one of Nuri's favorite role playing games, and it most certainly is the best out of the Final Fantasy collection. Her most loathed Boss Battle is Lady Yunalesca, the witch with three forms and a threatening uber move called Mega Death.
With just one more form left, Nuri smirked while Yunalesca changed into her ugliest appearance yet. Nuri's eyes quickly glanced at her analogue clock, which read eight fifty-two A.M. Now here was the tricky part. Half of her party had to be inflicted with the status ailment zombie, and if she didn't change her members out who weren't inflicted with zombie now, she would have to start all over. Which meant watching an extremely long cut scene yet again. Getting past the first onslaught of Mega Death, Nuri let out a high pitched, "Yes!" and pressed the x button like mad. Lady Yunalesca was withering away, and that was making the female essayist exceptionally ecstatic indeed. After a good fifteen minuets of fighting, Lady Yunalesca was defeated, and Nuri practically shot out of her bed, throwing her hands wildly into the air.
"Ha, ha, ha! I did it! I finally beat the hag! I own so hard! This is so decent!" Nuri yelled loudly. Her controller slipped out of her hand, and made a loud bang into the Castle's wall. Nuri ignored this fact, and kept dancing around. Nuri placed her hands on her hips, letting out a crude laugh.
"Pwned bitch!" Nuri finally exclaimed, wiping tears of joys from her eyes. Nuri let out a few more chuckles, and then she decided to sit back upon her bed. Nuri glanced around, for a couple of minuets, and then let out a fatigued sigh.
"… There is actually… nothing to do…" Nuri blinked. Slowly, but surely, Nuri started to play with the bandaging done to her arm. In reality, Nuri actually missed arguing with people. However, she would never admit it openly. Nuri influentially stood up, and slowly walked to her door. She slowly turned the knob, and peeked out into the hallway. She figured since she had nothing to do, she'd go meet said Zexion, and see if he was responsible for her badly wrapped bandages. Nuri stepped into the hall, and her expression emitted an incredibly perplexed one.
"This is so gay…" Nuri garbled. "I got up here, but I can't remember how to get back down!"
Nuri paced back and forth up and down the hall. After twenty minuets of that, Nuri began walking through numerous thresholds and sauntering frequent steps. Nuri had grown tired, and rested on a ledge, beads of perspiration forming on her forehead. Nuri wiped it away, and sulkily grunted. Nuri never resulted to asking for help, and she would much rather find things on her own. In this little predicament, she was forced to ask for assistance. Nuri bit back her tongue, noticing that at least she wasn't in her own hall anymore. However, this hallway seemed eerie, like something bad was going to happen at any given moment. The atmosphere around her was… electrifying. For lack of a better word, the air felt like it was bouncing around. Nuri was hot, sweaty, tired, and anxious. She would just ask for directions like a normal person would.
The problem? Nuri isn't a typical modest person.
Nuri walked to the end of the hallway, something curdling up inside her. Yes, Nuri had a conscious, but that doesn't necessarily mean she listens to it. Nuri gradually met up with a bright yellow door. Nuri stood in one place, and bended her fingers a little bit.
"Here we go…" Nuri murmured. With no warning, Nuri punched the door multiple times, yelling, "Rise and shine, I need directions!"
Subsequently, the door opened faster then light refracts off a window. The yellow door swung open, hitting Nuri dead in her face. Nuri flew back a couple of feet before stopping her body from further sliding by getting a good grip on her footing. Nuri stood up and immediately nursed her cheek with her hand. Nuri robotically frowned as she looked at the culprit. It was most definably a woman, and she was pissed. There was no other way to put it. Her short blonde hair was ecstatic, and her sapphire eyes dug a whole into the back of Nuri's skull. Nuri blinked twice to contemplate what just happened. At first, she didn't feel the deep scrape on her cheek, but now, it burned like hell.
"Oh fuck…" Nuri sighed in pain. The woman in the black pajamas snarled, almost appearing as if she was going to finish what she started. Nuri stood up, and held both her arms out, beckoning the stranger.
"You picked the wrong time to fuck with me." Nuri spoke, a merciless smirk crawling on the corners of her lips. The woman laughed, crudely, and she was enjoying it. Nuri rolled her eyes, now bored with this woman.
"So, you're the newbie huh? Let me introduce myself." She began, wiping tears of delight from her eyes. "I am Larxene, number XII of this suckish Organization. It is a pity that Roxas boy might have been bad, but nothing compared to a looser like you. Now what do you want?" Larxene hissed.
"'Wanted directions… but I guess ya're going to have to finish what ya started." Nuri retorted.
"Get real… like I would battle some looser. Here's a tip… in this Organization, we have rules. You see, I am number XII." Larxene paused, putting up all of her fingers, putting them down, and then putting up two more. "You are number XIII, and that means I am your superior. You listen to everything I say worm, and that is how this place works. Keep pretending that you are the leader, and you might just get yourself killed, kid."
With that last comment, Larxene slammed her door, making Nuri fume with rage.
"Maybe you should tend to your hair before making idiotic statements about me being a kid you idiot!" Nuri howled. Nuri walked back to the staircase she had just come from. Nuri still had her hand on her cheek, wincing as she jumped from step to step. Exhausted, Nuri placed her free hand on a wall.
"This place is hell!" She carped. Nuri glanced above her head, only to be met with a map to the inside of Castle Oblivion. Nuri sweatdroped, and shortly after coming to this realization, she, at a snail's pace, made her way to Zexion's room. On his door, however, was a note stating that he was in the Castle's laboratory. Nuri banged her fist into the door in pure wrath, almost breaking it in two.
"This is complete bullshit." She sighed, her lower left eye twitching. Now, she had to walk all the way back to where she had found the map, (which she has forgotten the whereabouts to) comeback to Zexion's room, and find out where this said laboratory is. Nuri went into a tantrum of anger, stomping her feat while retracing her steps. Finally, after more than a hour of backtrack, Nuri finally came to her destination. Nuri inhaled a large intake of breath, still rubbing her scrape, which was now bleeding profusely. Nuri lifted her hand up impulsively, but quickly thought she did not want another door to the face. Nuri rolled her eyes, and knocked on the door lightly with the back of her hand.
No response.
"Man… fuck this stuff!" Nuri exclaimed in wrath, kicking the door of its hinges. The room was furnished with lab tables, stethoscopes, sterilizers, microscopes, ceilometers, books, and everything in between. A man with wispy blue hair stood in the center of the room, examining two vials of a discolored liquid. Nuri is awful in math, dreadful in science, and barely passes art. She didn't understand the multitude of the various equations on the chalkboard nearest him and Nuri probably never will. She stepped into the laboratory, almost limping towards number XI.
"Ya' the guy I am suppose to see?"
Still tending to his experiment, he simply replied, "What number, XIII, you kick down the door, and I don't even get a proper greeting?"
"Pfffffffff." was the exact sound escaping Nuri's lips. Alright, you should agree that today, Nuri has let a lot of things slide. However, this crossed the line. She was supposed to listen to twelve other people, and be polite? Zexion dropped a reddish substance into a bluish one, still never glancing at Nuri.
"… And for the love of Kingdom Hearts, you smell like Doritos. Please, before you come in my presence, rid yourself of that horrid stench. I hate tortilla chips."
"You've… gotta' be kidding me…" Nuri spoke, nice and slow. "… I haven't eaten any Doritos in like… a week…"
And then… it finally clicked. She had almost forgotten about it, but she was in a Castle. Castles don't exist anywhere. And then on top of that, she had also considered the fact that she was in a faraway crazy asylum. I mean… all the warning signs were there… everyone here was a nutcase. It doesn't get any nuttier then people flinging doors in your face. And what was all this talk about numbers? And aren't all these people here special? As a matter of fact… if Nuri wasn't human… then what exactly was everyone else? Nuri raised her finger to her chin as she pondered this thought. Xemnas never really told her what this Organization was… well… made of. Puppets? Photographers? Rapists? Silly, yes, but she had no clue what she was getting herself into.
"Yeah… sorry about breaking down the door'n stuff…" Nuri began, scratching the back of her head. "I have a question though… what is this Organization made of?"
Zexion cocked a brow. "In general? You mean… you don't know what we are?"
Nuri nodded her head while holding back her tongue. Something mordant threatened to come out of Nuri's mouth, but she managed to maintain it.
"Simply put… we are Nobodies. We live without hearts." Zexion spoke solemnly. Nuri's attention snapped towards the Cloaked Schemer as she pointed her index finger towards herself.
"I am somebody… with half of a heart. …Or so I am told." Nuri started, matter-of-factly. Zexion put his equipment down, and walked slowly towards a square, steel, table. It was a large mechanism, equipped with even more strange equipment. Laboratories meant doctors. Doctors meant needles. Needles meant more then likely, Nuri was going to kick someone's ass. Needles and Nuri are like pneumonia and bleach. If you mix the two together, there is a lofty chance you will die, guarantee. Zexion picked up a clipboard and started to jot a few things down. Just the utter thought of needles turned Nuri's face a pale color.
"I'll need a blood sample, and in the meantime, you could sit on the table, if you will."
"Freakin' crap." Nuri whispered. She didn't want anyone to know her weaknesses, especially the people in this Castle. She calmly sat on the table, scared out of her mind. Needles were the first giant phobia on her list. Once, she past out just by looking at a needle. The outcome of this could end bad, very bad. Zexion pulled a few needles out of a small box, and these where very thick, wide, and razor-sharp. He connected one with a vial of some sort, and then turned to face Nuri, who had her fingernails in her mouth.
"Scared? You shouldn't be, I am only going to analyze your genes."
"No… I am n-never timorous." Nuri replied, with a forced arrogance applied to it. Zexion lightly grabbed Nuri's un-wounded arm and tightened his grip around it, searching for the vain he was going to draw blood from. He gradually brought the needle closer to her arm prior to cleaning the targeted spot. Nuri's eyes widened a bit, watching the needle as if it was a bird about to take a crap on her brand new car.
KRIIIING
Nuri flinched, and Zexion swiftly turned around, to be met with a far away flask being pinned to the wall by an arrow. Nuri chuckled and brought her free arm to her face.
"Wow… arrow from freakin' nowhere…." She mussed. Seeing it as only a simply misdemeanor, Zexion returned to his objective. This time, a circle of broadswords arranged themselves around Nuri. Nuri lifted up a brow while Zexion eyed her inconspicuously.
"You… can't control your powers." He said with a straight voice.
Nuri smiled slyly.
"Nope."
"That is really troublesome. Obviously, you have a problem with syringes. You will have to come back when you can either control your fear, or learn how to control your powers." Zexion spat, putting up his equipment.
And just like that, Nuri was free to go. Normally, Nuri would be mad at these accusations. The point of the matter was that none of it was true at all. Nuri purposely did that. Snickering, Nuri walked through the threshold of the laboratory.
"He, he… never underestimate the power of Nuri!" Nuri bellowed before running off. "To the training room!"
With skates on her feet, Nuri stood in front of the door to the Training Grounds, panting form skating too hard. The scrap on the side of her face was still burning, and it appeared as if it was already scabbing. It was a little past noon, and Nuri realized she was late. I mean, who would have expected her to be on time? Nuri grasped the doorknob, and slowly skated inside. The area was repaired, but it was something Nuri saw that made her gape tremendously.
"…"
Nuri now had a you-cannot-be-serious look on her face, as Luxord and Xigbar were sitting around a table, playing with Uno-cards. Nuri rubbed her eyes, and skated closer towards the duo, an anger mark appearing lightly across her forehead. Luxord and Xigbar both looked like they were equally absorbed into the game.
"…Today just hasn't been a good day…" Nuri sweatdroped. Xigbar slowly glanced up at Nuri, showing a blank expression.
"Whoa, who took a bite out of your face, Trixie?"
"Call me that again, and I'll break your neck!" Nuri howled in outfits of rage. Luxord chuckled at this temper tantrum.
"…Then, I guess I'll have to trip you."
"If you trip me, I am throwing you off my freaking roof…" Nuri said, raising up her fist up for emphasis.
"Ah, you must be the young lady Xemnas was talking about. Would you mind joining us in a friendly competition number XIII?" Luxord remarked, with complimentary grin. "Don't worry; this isn't for munny or anything, just a good game of luck."
Nuri grabbed a chair, and sat down. She wasn't complaining. No training was good enough for her. Luxord collected all of the cards. He shuffled them proficiently and then tossed them all out, making sure everyone had seven cards.
"Just a fair warning, Nuri, I never loose." Luxord chortled yet again.
"Yeah, this dude cheats." Xigbar sighed.
Luxord eyed his hand. "I just have Lady Luck on my side is all."
Nuri looked at her hand as she pulled the top card from the top of the deck. In her hand resided five red numbered cards (1, 3, 8, 9) and the card she pulled onto the table was a green number two. Nuri gritted her teeth.
"Triples or doubles?"
"Neither." Luxord answered.
"Damn…" Nuri muttered. She took a card from the pile and now it was Xigbar's turn. He quickly pulled out a green card, and his turn was over. Luxord smiled. He put down a green reverse card, which meant Nuri had to go, again. Nuri sunk into her seat and withdrew another card from the stack.
"…Man, I am changing the color." Xigbar stated while placing a wild down and placing a red card along with it. "The color is red."
"Ha-ha! Yes!" Nuri chimed. Luxord grinned yet again. He placed a red skip card down, meaning Nuri's turn was skipped. Nuri narrowed her eyes, provided her insinuated attitude. Xigbar placed another card down and it was Luxord's turn again. Now, he had put down a plus four card, which made Nuri's lower eye twitch.
"No freaking way! I quit!" Nuri exclaimed, throwing her deck in the air. "I'm going to bed, my stomach hurts."
"You won't even finish the game? Who said you had lost XIII?"
"Nah, she just lyin'. She's a sore looser." Xigbar added. Nuri began to skate to the door.
"I am serious… my stomachs' cramping up. I think it's about that time, so don't make up something silly as to me being a sore looser!"
Nuri figured these two would have gotten the hint, but they were as oblivious as she was this morning looking for Zexion. Nuri tilted her head slightly.
"…What are you talking about? This is just another one of your ploys isn't it?" Xigbar said, meddling with his cards a bit. Luxord silently agreed with him.
"Uh…" Nuri trailed. "The… Menstruation Cycle?"
"Oh…. Well then, I see, you are exempted from this round, but when we play again, we shall have stakes." Luxord replied, putting up his deck. Xigbar still had a questionable look on his face.
"What… you're actually going to buy her act?"
"'Not an act." Nuri huffed. Nuri blinked before final noticing that Xigbar, even with his age, hadn't been informed about the Menstruation Cycle. Nuri wanted to laugh, seriously, she did, but she thought it would be best to simply try to conceive her laughter. Wait a minuet… did Nobodies have a Cycle?
"'Don't know what you're laughing about, Trixie." Xigbar sighed as he got up. "I guess I'll go get some sleep."
Nuri covered her hand with her mouth, childish giggles escaping her mouth. "You sir… have a lot to learn. Luxord, if you could, inform him please."
And with that, she walked away.
When I am breathing my last breath
"Come and save me" I will cry to You
'Cause pride has not let me say
Bring me to my knees,
Why does it take so much pain for me to see?
If strength is only fond when I am on my knees,
Why is it so hard to show that I am weak?
A/N: Man, I wasn't feeling this chapter…. I don't know why, I just felt a little off my game is all. I have… something on my mind. This could be thought of as filler. There is a part two, I was just giving you a taste, that and I want more feed back.
Edit: Now, I can breath. There is something I have to get off of my chest, and that is dealing with High School. As you can see, my emotions play a huge part in my writing ability. I don't know why, or how... but that is just the way I am. Some sentences are choppy, this chapter was too short for my tastes, and I really didn't think the scenes through that much. Guys... take my advice, and don't tell your friends the reason why they were fighting with their other friends 'cause you are just a little monkey. Curiosity killed the cat as they say. ;-; Don't be like me.... So now, I want to vent to you my readers! Alright. Fake names... fake names...
Ok.
My friend Anna, got into a fight with her best friend name Marle. So, I broke the fight up before anything could happen. (fists being thrown) I live in Chicago, and fights are common here. But me, being as frail, and pale as ever, was feeble in the attempt to hold Anna back... so, my other friend intervened, and her name is Terry. Terry held back Marle, and while she was doing that, she multitasked. She had her friend, Deanna on the phone. Anna was mad, and was taking licks off of Marle, but Marle apparently did not what to fight. To me, they were fighting over some boy. Mind you, this boy goes to another High school. -.- So, the police came, and took Anna and Marle away. Just when that was happening, Anna said that Deanna told her that Marle was dating her boyfriend. I, being a stupid idiot wanted to get involved with this... I just HAD to find out what was really going down. So, I talked to Deanna. Low and behold, Deanna lied to Marle and told her that this boy, Jason, was going with Anna, and was cheating on them both. Marle got mad, said she was going to fight Anna, and that was how this stuff went down.
Where it went wrong:
I talked to Deanna and Palani (A girl whom I have gym with) about the fight for the duration of two weeks. Marle came back to school, and Palani said I said that Anna put the "hands" on Marle. Wrong, wrong, wrong. FAIL. I was lied on, and now Marle is looking at me like I did something. Hey... wasn't it ME who helped you in that fight?! Why would you believe something someone told you?! And the fact that I didn't even TALK TO Marle until now made it even worse! WTF? So now, I am only stuck with the story that Deanna gave me, and what I know. I KNOW FOR A FACT, that Deanna started this whole thing off of a lie. Wouldn't you guys agree? I mean, all the warning signs are there. Anna came back today, and I wanted to let her know what has been happening. I informed her... and well, she is now pissed at Deanna. Deanna lies, lies lies her way out of it. So, now, I am at home. I am so tired of all this HE SAY SHE SAY. What ever happened to the facts?
Bottom line... you guys are friends. You can keep santering in this circle of deceit for as long as you want. Just don't kill the messenger and take me with you. We will see what happens tomorrow, and if this keeps spiraling down... I swear... I am just going to go to my Dean.
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