Me: Hello! I'm updating before I'm killed by Xasech's bear.

Xasech: How could you get my name wrong Loki? After you created me! (Runs off crying)

Caixsa: And you have this up so quickly because...?

Korrax: It's obvious. It advances our subplot!

Caixsa: You mean...?

Me: Yes. In this chapter...you have to fight Xasech! Wait, my OC is fighting her's? I hope it doesn't end up like when she beat me with Kuriboh. Oh! And I just remembered! That thing I was saying before...

Xasech: (Runs into room) Oh, go Loki!

Me: HEY! Fine, the subplot I had planned for you can wait. And to think, it involves torture...

Xasech: Awww...

Korrax: Ok, on with the fic.

Me: No wait! One more thing! As I promised, that thing I warned you about is in this chapter, Nyx's-Angel. It's very minor though. There is also a little gore, but very little. NOW, on with the fic.

"Now, for the next fight. It is between..." Xemnas was interrupted abruptly.

"We're already down here. Hawk told us the fight in the author's note." Xasech shouted from the arena.

"All right then. Since everybody knows that this is a battle between Xasech and Caixsa, I think it's fine to start. Summon your weapons!" Caixsa held out his arms, two daggers appearing in his hands. One was dark blue in colour, with a crosspiece shaped like two breaking waves, a pale blue gem in between them. The other was a golden-brown, the crosspiece like two leaves and a gem of a similar colour between them. Both were slightly curved, the sharper blades on the outside of the curve. He held one, the golden-brown one, behind his back, pointing outwards. The other he held horizontally in front of his neck, the blade pointing away from him. Xasech, meanwhile, just held his hands in front of him, the spines flashing in the light from the sunlight still present above. "And, begin."

Both stood there, motionless, for several minutes. Then Caixsa waved his hand, the one in front of his face, and a bank of thick fog descended upon the arena. It reminded Xion of Caixsa's bedroom.

In the fog, Xasech was looking around, trying to spot the taller boy in the fog. He saw a movement to his left, and stabbed at it, hitting noting but empty air. Then a thought struck him. If he couldn't see him, he couldn't see Xasech. He grinned, the creepiness of it rivalling that of Xemnas' and Vexen's.

Hmm, maybe that was why the two of them had restraining orders placed on the so many times in multiple worlds, they were banned from those worlds.

Xasech, reluctantly, focused his power, and summoned as close a replica, although it was horribly deformed, of himself a few meters away. He watched the faint outline of his clone, and saw it stumble. He charged, managing to barge into Caixsa and knocking him to the ground. The fog disappeared, and Caixsa pushed Xasech off from on top of him.

The next thing that Caixsa did, Xirama loved. He removed the clouds that covered the sunlight she'd brought into the room, and brightened it with his own powers. As he did this, he squeezed his eyelids together. The sunlight dazzled everyone in the room, save for Caixsa. Said fifteen year old ran forwards, leapt up, and twisted round, bringing one of the daggers into Xasech's head. Thankfully, the hilt, not the blade. But as he did, Xasech punched upwards, the spines attacked to his knuckles sinking into something. However, both blows were strong enough to send them flying.

Caixsa struggled to his feet, one dagger dismissed so that he could hold his hand over his left eye. Xasech followed soon after, rubbing the side of his face, where a large, ugly bruise was already forming. "That hurt." He said, oblivious to the signs of pain in Caixsa's body language. The older boy stepped forwards, then yawned, and collapsed. The sound of snoring was soon heard.

"Is he...asleep?" Xirama was the first to vocalize her surprise.

"I think so..." Zoxey, who had returned after the previous battle, almost killing Uxye seven hundred and fifty four times with glares and counting, said, equally shocked.

"Anyway, Congratulations Caixsa. You have won...Roxas! Xion! Get down there and help Caixsa!" Xemnas bellowed, hoping that none of his slav...employees died. "Xaldin! Send them down." The Whirlwind Lancer nodded, then used his powers to send the two wielders to the arena, then bringing Xasech up so that someone could carry him to his room, not wanting to get on his bad side.

Meanwhile, Roxas and Xion had reached Caixsa. "Caixsa? Is there anything wrong?"

"I was stabbed in the eye." He said bluntly, removing his hand. The others gasped at the damage. The eye was torn, possibly fixable with enough Curagas, but it would never work properly again. There were also three other punctures, two above and to the left, one opposite it. "Don't bother telling me it's not that bad. I know." He said. Roxas and Xion didn't reply, instead opting to use Curaga over and over again, giving him several Elixers and Potions, themselves drinking Ethers as they kept their MP high enough to keep up the barrage of healing magic. It took about five minutes, twenty Elixers, twenty five Potions and an uncountable number of Ethers, but his eye was pasty white, and the wounds were closed.

"Right. That is much better. But don't rush anything. You'll probably need time to get used to being half blind though." Xion explained.

"Thanks." Caixsa said before he walked over to the door to Naught's Skyway, up the outdoor passage, over the balcony, and down a corridor just past the next door. The Corridor of Eternal Rest. He walked into his bedroom, and got rid of the fog, and walked over to the small mirror next to his bed. He started to adjust his hair, manoeuvring the blonde strands in front of his eye. It only took five minutes, and the result didn't look too bad.

A Few Minutes Earlier

Caixsa had just walked past them all, and Korrax wanted to know why. He started to follow after him, but Roxas stopped him. "Hi." Roxas said.

"Hi Roxy. What's up?" Roxas' eyebrow twitched at the nickname, but he remained calm.

"I'm just wondering, do you have a crush on anyone?" Korrax blushed.

"Well, there is someone, but I'm really not sure about what I feel that person." Korrax explained, careful that he didn't give away any hints.

"Right. Now, go for it." He told him, pointing towards the door onwards. Korrax turned an even darker red as he realized that Roxas knew who he had that might-be crush on, and what the advice he was asking for was. He walked down the Corridor of Eternal Rest to a door he had hovered outside several times, before he had any clue what those feelings were. He knocked.

"Come in." The person on the other side said. He opened the door and walked in, taking a seat on the bed.

"Nice." He said, pointing at Caixsa's new hairstyle.

"You really do not want to see underneath it though."

"Can you show me?"

"Are you sure?" Korrax nodded. "Alright." Caixsa lifted the hair from above his eyes, and the pinkette gasped. "Don't worry. Those five minutes of healing worked wonders. As I'm sure Roxas or Xion will tell you, it was horrible before." Korrax reached out and laid his middle finger on each of the punctures, before realizing what he was doing and pulling back.

Korrax lay back, propping his head up with his hands. "Well, I came to ask you for some advice." Korrax told him. Caixsa motioned for him to go on. "Well, I'm in love with someone, but I'm scared to tell them."

"Why?"

"Sorry?"

"Why are you scared to tell this person?" He asked.

"Well...I think I'm scared that that person wont love me back. Maybe even hate me for loving them."

"I think you should tell them." Caixsa told him, certain.

"W-Why?"

"Because, if you don't tell them, you'll never know if they love you or not. And if they do end up hating you, at least you'll know. Then you don't have to worry about it. And never forget, you'll always have me to turn to." Caixsa said.

"You really think that?" Korrax asked.

"He. I'm going through the same thing, but I am much too worried. I'm just going to see what that person does." He admitted.

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Right. Anyway, I've got something to say to you." Caixsa turned his head, looking at Korrax for the first time during that whole conversation. He sat up, blushing slightly. "W-Well...I-I lo-lo-lo..." He took a deep breath, then tried again. "I love yo-you Caixsa." The taller boy turned to him. "Sorry. I ought to go." He stood, and was about to leave as Caixsa grabbed his hand.

"Hey. Don't I get to say anything?" Caixsa asked and he stood. Caixsa walked forwards, advancing on Korrax. The shorter boy instinctively started to back away, until he was pinned against wall. Then, something completely unexpected happened.

Caixsa wrapped his arms around Korrax. "I love you too." He whispered in Korrax's ear, making him shiver.

"I'm glad." Korrax whispered as he hugged Caixsa back, smiling as he encircled the younger's chest with his arms.

Korrax: YAY! Our subplot is finally complete!

Caixsa: And I have the perfect idea for a celebration...(whispers plans to Korrax)

Korrax: (Blushes)

Me: Wrong! There is still a little more to your subplot. Sorry for the false hope you two.

Xasech: Hey. Where's *CENSORED*?

Me: He's a little tied up right now.

Caixsa: Metaphorically, or literally?

Me: Literally.

Caixsa: May I ask a question?

Me: You just did.

Caixsa: May I ask another?

Me: Again, you've asked it.

Korrax: Can me and Cai have one question each?

Me: Yep. And you've used yours.

Caixsa: Thanks Kor. So, why did you make me half blind?

Me: Because I wanted to. And it makes your character design look more interesting. And I like the idea of semi-blind OCs, so I generally make them, well, semi-blind.

Caixsa: Right...

Me: Anyway, vote in the poll, and see you next chapter!

All: Bye!