A storm was coming.

Thunder rolled among the deep grey skies in waves, echoing off the barren buildings that stretched upwards. A dull flash of lightning could be seen every few minutes through the thick, dark haze. The clouds threatened to downpour at any second at all, and pierce through the cool, stiff air.

Tonight, The Disorder decided to stroll around the city, considering the streets were completely empty in anticipation for the oncoming storm. They walked as a group at a leisurely pace. Some drank as they walked, some smoked, others simply talked and joked and laughed while some preferred to stay silent, lost in their own thoughts. It was a rare, uncommon moment, for the group to be relaxed like this.

A thick bolt of lightning illuminated the sky, followed by deep, bellowing thunder.

Tonight, coincidently, The Organization decided to take a walk as well. They all walked together, smoking, drinking, talking, silent, all together, relaxing after the weeks of stress that had been pressed upon their shoulders. It had been a day or so since trouble had presented it's face to them, and they were taking advantage of the rare peace.

More lightning flashed. More thunder clashed.

And then…they clashed.

Turning respective corners, they saw…

Each other.

At opposite ends of the short street, only a matter of yards as a buffer zone, The Disorder found themselves staring directly into the eyes of The Organization, and vice versa.

A dead silence spread.

The tension grew so thick it was absolutely stifling. All chatter stopped, all laughing ceased. All smiles faded faster than one could imagine.

"Well, looky here." Xoras snorted, smirking. "If it ain't the Organization *itches."

"Shut the *uck up, *itch." Kuxir snapped at him, glaring. The blonde glared back at him.

"What the hell are you doing out here?" Xaldin snapped at no one in particular, finishing his beer in one swing and throwing the bottle at the ground before them, the glass shattering in all directions.

"We were out for a walk…" Xenzio answered for the group, his voice not having the strength it had before his girlfriend was killed.

A cruel smirk on Lexaeus' behalf. "But we should just kick all of your little *itch *sses right here and now."

Insult after insult were thrown between the two sides, each getting more malicious and hurtful than the one before.

In the midst of the verbal war, Roxas and Xed locked eyes; their only source of comfort at the moment. The stress, fear, and panic shone though their expressions, but the simple gaze they shared helped to quell their distress and provided a tiny yet significant consolation.

The only other woman in The Organization, a blonde haired, sea-green eyed woman by the name of Larxene pointed an accusing finger at the tanned boy across the street. Roxas' eyes widened.

"It's all his fault things have come to this!" She sneered wickedly. "If you had kept your little *itch on a leash and not let him break the code, you wouldn't be in deep *hit!"

Axel glared daggers at her and prepared a rebuttal to defend his friend, but Xradenom stepped in for him, pointing an equally accusing finger in Xed's direction.

"This all is Xedramon's fault! And yours, respectively!" She growled. "If you had kept that little *lut out of our business YOU wouldn't be in the deep *hit you are in now!"

More arguments and shouts and insults arose, occasionally drowned out by the increasing thunder above them. The two teens could only look at each other, both wishing they could hold the other in their arms and comfort them and wait for this to all go away…

"I have an easy solution…" The Disorder's leader announced, reaching for her white revolver, never taking her eyes away from the brunette on the other side.

Xigbar's good eye widened, knowing what was she was preparing to do. He grabbed the girl and pulled her behind him.

"Don't you dare!!" He shouted, reaching over and snatching the black pistol from Xemnas' belt before the tanned man could even begin to protest. He brought it up and aimed—

BAANGG.

A shot was fired.

He didn't even get to pull the trigger…

The man collapsed to the floor, blood pouring from the clean wound in his chest.

Xed stood there, pale eyes wide, blood cold and body trembling, staring in pure mortification at Xigbar's corpse before her.

Lightning struck again and thunder shook the skies and the rain dumped down upon them, as both sides charged towards each other screaming and shouting obscurities, drawing knives and clenching fists, and they clashed.

More lightning. More thunder.

This was war.

The sounds of flesh being pounded, bones breaking, skulls cracking, bodies being pierced, and screams of pain flooded the air and drowned with the downpour. The skies grew blacker, as both gangs fought blindly in the cold darkness. The only source of light was the lightning that ran among the clouds in short, violent bursts. Mixed with the water pooling on the ground was dark, fresh flood. Bodies fell to the ground, those still partially alive gasping and writhing and moaning in their agony, before falling limp and lifeless. The air reeked of rain and death. The gangsters were covered in blood and sweat and water but they were immune to the elements so long as their rage gave them the willpower to keep attacking.

This was far from over. And before it was, Larxene, Sauelex, Aruxmila, Xisa, Xoras, Xenzio, Mexdy, Aldix, Nevex, and Lexaeus would be dead.

This was the moment everyone had been expecting, and fearing.

This was the storm.

"Xed!! Xed, where are you??" Roxas chose not to fight, dodging bodies in motion and the ones on the ground, looking around desperately for his girlfriend. He narrowly missed a few wayward blows and a stab here and there as he tried with all his might to seek the brunette out. But the thunder kept drowning out his voice and the rain kept blurring his vision. And the occasional lightning only produced enough light to see for a few seconds before his world grew darker.

Eventually he stumbled and bumped into a body that had pressed itself against a building, trying to evade the nonstop fighting.

A lucky flash of lightning let the boy know that it was, indeed, who he was looking for.

"R-Roxas!" She stammered, relief washing over her.

"Xed!" He threw his arms around her tightly, hugging her close as she returned the embrace. Some how, despite where they were and what was happening, he could feel his heart warming.

"What are we going to do??" She shouted over the rain, thunder, and cries of the fighters.

"I don't know," he shouted back, "but we need to get out of here!"

"We can't leave! I can't leave Demyx and Kuxir here!" Her eyes were wide with worry and fright.

He locked eyes with her, sharing in her fear. "I don't want to leave Axel here, but they'll be okay, I promise! We're the ones that are causing this! They want US dead!"

"R-Roxas…"

"We need to go!" He grabbed her hand tightly. "C'mon!!!"

The blonde half pulled, half dragged her from their spot and across the road. It was incredibly difficult to see, that he was practically running blindly. They nearly slipped several times in the puddles of water and blood scattered everywhere, but they kept running, Roxas leading and Xed following, both desperate to just get away. To where? They didn't care. Anywhere but here.

As lightning flashed again, Xemnas caught a glimpse of the two running away. From what he could see, the boy was practically pulling her away from here.

And he'd certainly be *amned if he let a Disorder just simply get away with hurting one of his Organization members.

He reloaded his gun and ran after them.

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