The Uprising
The outlook is grim, dear readers! I'm sorry this update didn't come as soon as the others. Starting school really eats up your time… However, I will try to update on the weekends! Anyway, behold! The sixth chapter of The Uprising! I do hope you enjoy the existence of it. Thank you all who have reviewed! It's always a pleasure to read your thoughts, and I will almost always reply to you, unless you're an Anonymous… Then it'd be impossible. Please keep reading and reviewing! Thanks!
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Sora gingerly scooped up Namine's limp form, careful not to touch the oozing wounds that plagued the girl. Blood stained the area in so many places, that it was a wonder the Nobody was still breathing. "Someone will pay for this." The sentence was short, yet definite. Vengeance was not normally the way of a Keyblade Master, but Sora did not care.
"Someone indeed."
With a swift removal of his hood, the new figure stepped into the light. It was Marluxia. Sora, however, was not in the mood for his games. "You again! What do you want from me?" The Lord of the Castle smiled. "Now now, little Keybearer, let us not use such harsh words. We can assist each other, you and I. You want retribution, and I desire something else. We can acquire both together." Sora looked down at Namine's battered body and held her closer. He gently pressed his lips against her pale forehead. It was burning up.
Who could have done this to her?
The answers Sora sought after could very well lie with this pink-haired Nobody; however he knew these black-cloaked men were not to be trusted. Beads of sweat broke out on the memory witch's face, as her life-force began to diminish. The Keybearer, without any hesitation, agreed to the man's proposition. "I'll do whatever it takes!" He blurted, hugging the girl closer. "Just don't let her die!" Marluxia's angelically carved face formed into a grin, his dark mind aflutter with schemes. "I shall save her, young hero, but I shall also give you more." He then opened a dark corridor, looking quite out of place in the shining white walls of the Castle.
"I shall give you vengeance."
Waves lapped the shore as a sea breeze rolled in. Kairi scooped up a bit of sand, feeling the coarse material between her fingers. At last, she collapsed in the sand, trying to free her mind of all that was weighing upon it. For the past several weeks, she had been having trouble remembering things. Mostly memories of Riku and… and… Kairi knew the name started with an "S", but the simple word would not come to her. The wind suddenly changed directions, prompting the girl to quickly rise. A storm was coming.
Sora stiffly stood, bothered by the way Larxene, one of Marluxia's cohorts, was surveying him. She slowly orbited his body, occasionally feeling his arm muscles or the density of the Keyblade. At last she clasped her hands together thoughtfully, apparently satisfied with what she discovered. "Well," She began, seating herself casually in the chair next to Namine's motionless form. "He's definitely strong, although his clothes won't do at all. Just look at them." Sora looked down, suddenly self-conscious. His shirt and pants were indeed caked with Namine's dried blood and were, in fact, threadbare in many sections. "I'm sure we can remedy that." Marluxia replied, bringing Sora out of his close inspection of his worn shoes. "Larxene, take the Keybearer to my chamber. I'm sure you can find something for the boy to cover himself with." At that, the Savage Nymph grabbed Sora's arm, her grip tight and cruel, and practically dragged him out of the room.
"Eavesdropping again, Luxord?"
Realizing that he had been caught, the Gambler of Fate stepped out from the shadows. "Surely I deserve more access than this." He muttered in his familiar British accent. "If it weren't for me, Marluxia, you would be dead." The Nobody practically spat the name of his new employer. With a slight chuckle, Marluxia began. "You're right, Luxord, however your next role has yet to be played. You will rule alongside us, but not yet. First we have to take the World That Never Was, and then you shall be privy to all of our gatherings." Seemingly content with this, Luxord disappeared into a Corridor of Darkness. Mentally, the Graceful Assassin scoffed at the notion of the tenth member being equal to himself and Larxene in their new worlds order. The contemplation of his deceit was interrupted by the creaking of the double doors; the arrival of the Keybearer.
Sora stepped into the light, his Keyblade held tightly in his gloved hands. He was a sight to behold. His color scheme was now silver and black, much more menacing than his former bright and cheery attire. The bags of his shorts now reached past his knees and were adorned with a large Nobody insignia on both legs. "Larxene, you've outdone yourself." Marluxia said with a sinister grin. The sleeves were still short, but with merely a tug on the ends, they would elongate, making him more suited to chillier environments. It was sturdy, yet lightweight. It was the perfect armor for their weapon.
The preparations for the revolt were complete at last. The assault on Organization XIII had begun.