A Hundred of Her Memories

by Timber Wolf of Purity

Xion - A Replica. A puppet. But who says she can't make memories of her own? With a heartless assassin and a nobody with a heart for friends, anything is possible. Why not falling in love? "I couldn't have done it without my trusty side-kick." "Side-kick? I prefer partner-in-crime at worst, and your-illustrious-highness at best." In the end, true love will conquer over evil.

3. Hate

A Hundred of Her Memories

3 – Hate

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"Why did he have to-Ahgh!" Xion viciously kicked her dresser. She was ragged and sweaty.

"He's such a jerk! Why would he do that to me? That mission Xemnas couldn't have done on his own. I'm only a 15-year-old girl! Why Agrabah of all places?" She growled, gasping her breaths.

"I hate Saïx," she hissed. "Can't he lighten up?"

"Maybe you could use a little 'lightening up' too…" a voice suggested. Xion turned around to see Axel standing with three ice-creams.

"Roxas is at the tower already. Want to help me take this up there?" She sighed, then smiled.

"Sure."

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This was particularly difficult to write. It's hard to see Xion hating anyone. :)

Reviews are appreciated, but not necessary.

Enjoy my ramblings!

In Christ,

Timber Wolf of Purity