A/N: Hey guys! This chapter was hard for me. I didn't want disappoint anyone! D: But I have a tiny story to tell. While finishing this up, my mind was wandering about groceries and then it hit me, my mother bought cream puffs. So I ran to my freezer and opened it... to find nothing. My heart broke as I looked around but stitched itself back together when I saw sausage biscuits!
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, but a sausage biscuit rests in my stomach.
"But grandpapa, all I want to do is make you proud! I promise I'll do better next time. Please don't leave me...! Grandpapa I love you!" a young Xemnas cried. His grandfather, Roderick Montgomery, was leading him out of the car to the border line of the orphanage's property. It was in the dead of winter. The trees were as dead as the playground. A man with wrinkles dotted with liver spots cascaded of his face made his way in to the driver's seat and slammed the door.
"You'll never make me proud." He adjusted his beat up fedora and drove off.
"Grandpapa, I love you please! Stop, wait!" Xemnas was chasing the pick-up truck down the road. "GRANDPA!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. The orphanage workers heard this dramatic scene and peered out there front door. There they saw a small boy, no older than the age of seven, screaming violently and kicking everything in sight.
"What happened?" one of the workers asked as she pulled Xemnas in for a hug. Her breath was coming in short puffs, the air painted it white.
"M-My grandpapa lef-lef-left me...!" he sobbed, burying his face into her pink covered chest.
"Oh no," she looked up at the other worker, saddened, and turned back to Xemnas with caring eyes, "do you remember where you live, or your grandfathers last name?" She petted the back of his head.
"N-N-No...!" He coughed and wiped his eyes. Xemnas never had been to school and no one ever used last names around the farm. She pulled him in closer.
"Then you can live here, come with us. You can call me Miss Aerith."
From the start Xemnas loved Aerith as his mother. He never knew his, he only knew his grandparents. After his grandmother died, Xemnas was left with all her responsibilities on the farm, such as milking the cows, feeding the chickens, cleaning and sewing. His grandfather always looked at him with disappointment in his eyes. A couple years later, Xemnas sat on his bed watching the rain tap on his window, asking to come in. It brought on a memory that was hidden from him.
"Xemnas, the work you do is meant for women, we will hire workers and you can do men's work with me." His grandfather would say coldly at the breakfast table as he shoveled oatmeal into his mouth.
"No, I want to do Grandmamma's work! It makes me feel closer to her..." Xemnas looked down at his cereal. The response from his grandfather was a fist that shook the whole table and knocked over a glass of orange juice.
"Clean that up." He stomped off.
The remembrance of this event made him angry. A small boy with blue hair and an x-shaped scar came over to ask if he could borrow his comics. Blind with rage, Xemnas jumped on him and punched him in the face.
"Xemnas!" Aerith said, startled. She pulled off the thirteen year old from the boy, "what on earth are you doing to Saix? Apologize, now!"
"I'm sorry..." Xemnas stared at the ground, "I was just angry..."
"Saix, do you forgive him?" Aerith let go of Xemnas' shoulders and was now crouching to their height.
"Yes ma'am." He said through his hand which was trying to stop his bloody nose.
From that day forward Xemnas grew closer to Saix. They talked all about what made them sad, mad, and everything else from a to z. Xemnas learned that Saix was dropped off on the front porch of the orphanage when he was a baby, and the other kids picked on him a lot. One night they were talking about what they wanted to be when they grew up.
"I want to be able to help people if they've been hurt by someone." Xemnas stated. They were underneath the blanket with a flashlight, so no one would see they were up.
"Like a therapist?" Saix chuckled, "Xemnas the therapist." Light casted shadows on his face, not making him look creepy but like art.
"No, like," Xemnas resituated himself, "for instance, if someone was hurt by their family and that person wanted them gone, we could get rid of them for cash."
"Murder...?" Saix's eye grew wide.
"Yes, but it will be for a good cause!" Xemnas quickly replied. Saix pondered this statement.
"I'm in." Saix said. Xemnas smile stretched across him face.
This is when the idea of Organization XIII was born.
oOoOo
Axel had a problem. He had found himself feeling guilt. Members of the Organization weren't supposed to feel anything. They were supposed to go in and get the job done. The red head has kidnapped many people before. One for instance was Kairi Isabella, his own cousin; he kidnapped her, held out for a hefty ransom and then they shot her in the head because she threatened to tell. He didn't feel a thing. Axel didn't know why, all he knew that he was getting a fat paycheck at the end. Now here he was, standing outside of Roxas' prison holding medical supplies like a confused nurse. He was going to face the kid that made this twenty-two year old man feel like a piece of shit. He reached up to knock and then stopped. Why would I knock? Axel asked thought; He's in handcuffs and is immobilized. He can't be jacking off or anything. He chuckled to himself, lit a cigarette and walked in the door. He immediately saw a scared Roxas scooting as far away as the little blonde could. He didn't look like a sixteen year old boy; he looked like a terrified four year old.
"Don't be scared." Axel wanted to calm this kid down before Roxas had a heart attack. "I'm just here to clean up your cuts." The red head held up the medical items that were resting in his hands and gave a half hearted smile. The gauze was dangling from his palm. Roxas just stared, so Axel inched closer. It smelled terrible in the office room, and with Axel smoking it made it smell worse. "Give me your hand." Cautiously crouching down, he grabbed Roxas' hand. It looked so tiny in his large palms. He examined it. There were little pieces of glass still embedded in his palm. The sides of the cuts were crusted in dirt and other things. Axel reached for the peroxide and poured it over the cuts. This earned a gasp and a wince from Roxas. Axel dabbed it off with the bottom of his white tank and looked at the hand again. It needed stitches; the cuts were wide from Roxas probably fiddling them. Finding the needle, Axel suddenly plunged it into Roxas' skin, slowly making a stitch. Green eyes peered up to watering blue ones. The makeshift doctor suddenly looked down. Roxas looked, dare he say it, cute when he cried, but it made Axel sad at the same time.
A few minutes later Roxas was sitting alone rubbing his freshly bandaged hand trying to pull in the air around him. Axel had a cigarette up to his face the whole time. It made Roxas want to hold his breath and he tried, many times, but it always ended up only for a few seconds. The boy was terrified. The whole time he couldn't stop looking at Axel, the man who took him out of his house and shoved him in this room. He was something Roxas had never seen before, a personality that changes at the drop of a hat. Was it called bi-polar? Roxas had never met someone who was bi-polar. If he did, he didn't know. All he did know was that he just wanted to go home. He was hungry, tired and needed to relieve himself. He glanced over at the bucket next to him with a frown.
oOoOo
"Someone call Luis." Xemnas demanded, walking into the main room and carrying a stack of papers. Over half the Organization was lounging around in the main room, Demyx was playing guitar, Zexion and Vexen were reading books, and Marluxia, a man with pink hair and very beautiful, was watching a fuzzy Style network on the television in the corner. The others were just sprawled on the couches.
"Who was Luis again...?" Axel asked, pulling the cigarette from his mouth.
"He's the customer you're doing this for you piece of shit." Vexen spat, "it's a shame that I remember and you don't." The older man with long white hair chuckled. Vexen had always hated Axel, ever since the day he met. It was a blind hate that just seemed appropriate.
"I've been taking care of the kid the whole time because Xigbar got put on another mission!" Axel shot daggers, "so fucking excuse me if I don't remember." Axel sounded like an angry housewife whose husband worked all day.
"Luis is Roxas' step-father" Xemnas sighed. "Here's the number, just someone please inform him that we have Roxas." Xemnas seemed more stressed than usual.
"Xemnas are you alright?" A worried Demyx asked and stopped play guitar.
"We just have a lot of missions coming in and I have to assign them to everyone. Not to mention, Larxene has quit and that leaves me with one less member and..." Xemnas sighed and went back to working.
"Larxene is gone?" Demyx looked like a puppy. He considered everyone in the Organization his family, and to him Larxene was like the drunken mother of the bunch.
"Hallelujah, praise Lord, praise the Lord!" Axel sang out while heading over to the phone. He dialed in the number. It rang a couple times and then someone picked up. "Hello, is this Luis?" Axel asked, putting on his most professional business voice.
"Yes, it is now who are you?" Luis questioned. He was at home, organizing files for work.
"Just someone to tell you we have Roxas and that you should get down here immediately" Axel said, feeling like some form of drug dealer. He always hated doing ransom calls. That's why he always gave the task to which ever partner was one the mission with him.
"Yes! Alright, I'm on my way!" Axel could practically feel Luis' excitement from across the line, and that was a little scary. Thirty minutes later, Luis arrived with a big smile on his face. They showed him Roxas.
"Luis?" Roxas smiled and tears came down his eyes. He had never been this happy to see someone he knew. He always hated Luis, but this made up for everything. Luis never did something wrong, Roxas just never liked any of his mother's husbands. "You came to rescue me!" Roxas smiled wider. He was so relieved and so happy. His body felt light as air, but then Axel came up and put his hand on Luis shoulder. Luis smiled. Axel's face remained the same as they shut the door on their way out. "NO!" Roxas screamed, "NO, NO, NO!" It was Luis. Why? Why would somebody want to do this to a person? His heart dropped straight to the floor. Roxas violently tried to pull the handcuffs off the radiator, but failed only to leave red marks around his wrists.
oOoOo
Celia Torres was mixing herself another drink. She figured Roxas wouldn't be home for a while so might as well have a little fun. A little fun for Celia though was getting really drunk and finding her a man. Remembering this, she dashed over to the phone and called Jake, she snagged his business card from his bedside table. He owned a music store. He did look like a musician, Celia smiled. Jake would be here in an hour. Enough time for Celia to get ready. Feeling excited she wobbled her way downstairs, forgot what she was going to do, then wobbled her way back upstairs. There was no doubt in her mind that she was drunk. The phone rang. Was Jake calling back because he realized it was a bad decision?
"Hello!" Celia giggled.
"Hello Celia," a gruff voice came across the phone. This wasn't Jake. His voice was soothing. This one was' like sandpaper rubbing against sandpaper.
"Who's this?" she asked, straightening herself up. She felt nauseous.
"We kidnapped Roxas, Celia." The voice replied. Wasn't Roxas at Hayner's though? Celia thought about this. It was hard to focus on something with all the alcohol swirling around in her system. No more Roxas meant any more kids, which meant no more expenses for kids, but wait she was a good mother, why was she thinking like this?
"If this is a prank call, I'm going to call the cops." Celia stated. She felt excited. She knew this wasn't a prank call.
"This isn't a prank call, but I wouldn't recommend calling the cops, or we'll kill him." The voice laughed. It stated it so simply.
"How do I know?" she asked. She knew though, she knew. Celia was a mother, and mother's came with 'motherly intuition'. Hers wasn't there a lot of the time, but it was kicking in now.
"Mom? Mom! Please help me! Please! I miss you so much! I love you mom...!" Roxas' voice came across the phone line in sobs. She held the phone away from her ear. The other voice came back on, "That proves it now, give us six hundred and fifty thousand dollars and Roxas will be returned safely. We know you have the money Celia." Celia thought about this. She should of automatically agreed and handed over her money, but she really didn't want to do that. Life would be so much easier without having to take care of someone. But, that someone was her child, her baby. She made her decision.
"Keep him." She said, and hung up the phone.
A/N: Dun dun dunnnn! Cliff hanger. I'm sorry D:
So what did you guys think? This chapter made me like Xemnas a little more, not going to lie. I've never really liked him, but writing this made me feel bad for him. I know, it's not even his story BUT STILL D
See you next time! :D