What is Darkness
Chapter 3
PendragonU: OMG…I am so embaressed. I never ment to misspell Axel. I am so sorry. But please go easy on me, my beta didn't catch it either. I have now fixed it. Love all, peace out.
Vexen stormed out of the house in a blind fury. How dare that arrogant bastard touch him like that! Vexen had been hesitant to pull the Graceful Assassin from the clutches of Oblivion, but had decided to do so because he believed that all of the Organization members deserved the chance to live free and whole lives. Now Marluxia was making him question whether or not this was a good philosophy. After all, Larxene had stated she would rather be dead than have to live in peace with the others. Maybe that was the case with Marluxia as well. Maybe it would have been better to let the other pass; he was not the sort who adapted well to change.
Vexen sighed and looked to the stars. The glimmering points of light were clear and lovely on this world. It was Ironic that the same person who had once looked at the stars as nothing more than various experiments now took such comfort in reveling in their beauty. The glittering of the worlds in the sky now spoke to Vexen of hope for the future and when a star would grow brighter, Vexen would smile as he acknowledged the effect of the light as it purged the darkness. Soon, Sora would wake and the stars would be shining in great effervescence once more. The Key blade wielder would speed up the lights temporary victory over the darkness and there would a short period of peace. But the peace never lasted. The darkness always came back. But maybe, just maybe, this time it wouldn't.
Vexen turned his thoughts to Saix. The berserker had all of Vexens hard work, everything that the scientist had theorized and discovered was now in the man's hands. If Saix could safely get the information to Sora and the other forces of light…It would be the start of a new era in every world. Vexen sighed again. He felt guilty. He had placed one of those who had bothered to befriend him in very grave danger. The way to stop forever the spread of darkness was in his book. There were some who would kill to possess that knowledge, and others who would kill to destroy it. His friend might die trying to fulfill Vexen's request. In Vexen's eyes, the death of Saix would be a high price for peace, almost too high. Vexen had always valued the friendship of those who would choose to call themselves his friends and Saix was no different. It might also be that Saix would come to resent him for leaving such a monumental task for him without offering to help.
Vexen prayed that would not be the case but, Kay syrah, syrah. Vexen then turned his thoughts turned to the others he had left behind. Xigbar and Xaldin would be listless right about now. The two of them held onto the memories of Dilan and Braig with a tenacity that surprised even Zexion, and those memories would cause Xaldin and Xigbar to experience the nobody equivalent of grief. And poor Demyx. The World That Never Was wasn't fit for one with such bright eyes. The gloom and rain of that place often left the Melodious Nocturne with an almost permanent expression of melancholy. Even the ever stoic Lexaeus was given to smile and feel a remnant of joy when Demyx was around, and every member of the Organization, save for Xemnas, usually made sure to try and remember happiness for the sake of the gentle sitar player. Vexen let his thoughts wander to from Demyx and his sapphire bright eyes to the other two who had always been at his side; Roxas and Axel. Roxas was beyond Vexen's reach for the moment, and would probably remain so until more of the others showed up. It was unfortunate because he was sure that Number XIII had a heart of his own. And because Axel would not willingly be anywhere without his Roxas.
Vexen snorted derisively and sat on the cool soft grass. It was rather humorous that one who had no heart was so devoted to one person. Everything that Axel did was for Roxas. The Flurry of Dancing Flames had betrayed all of Castle Oblivion in an odd attempt to prevent Roxas from being used as a tool for controlling Sora by Xemnas. The irony of the situation was that Axel had indeed saved Roxas from Xemnas, but had failed utterly to protect The Key of Destiny from himself. The youngest nobody had taken flight in an attempt to understand what was happening to him, to figure out his origins and why he alone could truly feel. Thus he had fallen prey to one that even Xemnas tended to avoid confrontation with; Riku. Then the silver haired boy had taken Roxas to Diz, who was the true Ansem. The situation was complicated and Vexen was going to wait and see what Ansem had planned for Roxas before stepping in and trying to save the young one.
It would do Vexen no good to be discovered by any remaining member of the Organization as he attempted to save Roxas, and it would do no good for any left that had hope of escaping if the only way out were to be eliminated. Vexen sighed deeply. It was all too much. There was so much riding on him and his ability to do what he needed to do without being discovered. Vexen could feel the proverbial world on his shoulders. And he had to do it all while maintaining the peace in a mansion that housed a schemer with a blindly loyal lacky and an idiotic, annoying, arrogant, selfish, rude, power hungry pink haired twit. Vexen groaned softly and drew his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on them in a surprising display of flexibility. He wasn't sure he could endure Marluxia.
The other nobody really was a total pain in the ass. He had no respect for anyone other than himself and had a penchant for tormenting Vexen in any way that suited his fancy. Just before the fall of Castle Oblivion, Marluxia had taken a strange satisfaction in seeing Vexen squirm at subtle and not so subtle innuendo. Then Marluxia had found great amusement in watching Vexen grit his teeth as he fondled his backside or put his hands in other sensitive places. And in Castle Oblivion, all Vexen could do was grit his teeth, because reprisal of any sort would get him killed. Vexen smiled as he wrapped his arms around his legs. It felt so good to finally be able to slap that arrogant bastard. Vexen's smile faded as he realized how counter-productive that slap had been. He needed to be patient and be willing to compromise if he expected the others to do the same. Vexen let out a miserable sound and tilted his head back to glare at the heavens. If there was a god or gods up there, they were laughing their asses off. He was going to have to put up with Marluxia.
"Shit! Screw you too Gods!"
PendragonU: Kay Syrah, Syrah means "What will be, will be" It is a phrase that was commonly used in Imperial Rome.