Author's Note: I've taken a while with this. Sorry to keep you people waiting. bkwrmnlvnit is still helping me as my beta reader, so I would appreciate it if you read their stories.
Two figures stood on each end of the training platform in the Hall of Empty Melodies. The balconies were filled with Nobodies, some returned from finishing missions, most merely mindlessly milling around. The ones that were spectating were not there because of any specific interest or anticipation, but were rather there because of a lack of anything to do. The lesser Nobodies merely followed their masters out of a vague acknowledgement of the more powerful Nobodies' authority over them.
"You ready yet?" asked one of the two Nobodies on the platform impatiently, twirling one of his rather large bowguns absently with his right index finger. The man stood at almost six feet tall and had short, black hair. Like all of the other members of the Organization, he wore a large, black cloak with a hood. Unlike the rest of the Organization, he wore what seemed to be a fusion of a large gun and a claymore strapped on his back. His eyes were a deep purple, and he had an arrogant smirk on his face. He also wore a black metal ring studded with opaque red stones and what looked like obsidian on his right middle finger.
"I was about to ask you the same, Rexdak," the other Nobody stated quietly. He too had a similar cloak, but stood nearly a foot shorter than the other man, with no visible adornments on his person. He had a significantly slighter build, as well as spiky, pale green hair and eyes to match. The look he carried on his face was a mixture of disinterest and aloofness as he casually held a katana in each hand and watched the taller man.
"Then let's start." Rexdak stopped twirling his bowgun, held it in one hand, and fired it in one fluid movement. In a similarly swift movement, it was blocked by a katana. The arrow fell onto the floor, while Showdax rushed towards Rexdak, who was firing a rapid succession of bolts at him. All the bolts were dodged or parried by the time Showdax reached where Rexdak stood. The black haired man pulled a large broadsword out of thin air with his left hand and started slashing at his shorter opponent, who was masterfully parrying every blow.
"You're just blocking my attacks. Don't mock me. Show me what you can do, if anything." With this, two purple tendrils of darkness sprouted besides Showdax and started attempting to grab him. He ducked behind and around one and sliced it with a clean stroke. Seeing his opening, the larger Nobody struck a heavy blow with the flat of his blade, knocking the green haired Nobody back several feet. While he was trying to get back in slicing range, Rexdak raised his right arm and motioned towards Showdax, sending a volley of small black spikes flying towards Showdax. Showdax attempted to block the spikes, but his katanas did not slow or deflect their movement and were knocked out of his hands. Before Showdax managed to summon them back, Rexdak aimed his bowgun at his throat.
Rexdak sighed. "You didn't even try to use your abilities." He teleported away in a corridor of darkness before Showdax could respond. A moment later, Showdax teleported as well.
[-~-~-]
"Zexion-chan! I know you're over here! Don't think those books are going to hide you!" A young woman walked towards Zexion and plucked the book out of his hands. She was about five and a half feet tall, with hair that contained every vibrant shade of every colour in the visible light spectrum, including strands of silver and white. She looked about eighteen and had bright grey eyes. She wore her cloak loosely and unzipped, revealing a light pink skirt and a shirt with a cherry blossom motif. She also had a pair of earrings, each with a yellow star dangling off tiny, delicate chains.
"Raxmy," he said without looking up, "You do realize that, despite your usage of nonexistent honorifics, I still neither desire your company nor any form of a romantic relationship, as you so persistently demand?" The lexicon returned to his hand and he continued reading.
"Nothing you say will change my feelings for you, Zexion." Her smile was eerily vacant, though her eyes weren't.
"Considering that you, like all other Nobodies, lack a heart, nothing anyone says would be able to change your lack of feelings towards me or anyone else. I would suggest that if you are not fatigued, you should continue to collect hearts and hasten the completion of Kingdom Hearts. Perhaps your advances would be taken more seriously then." He was not referring to himself, as he thought he would have been annoyed with her were he still Ienzo rather than a Nobody.
"Anything for you, Zexion!" Raxmy ran off. She knew what was going to happen to her, and that it was only a matter of how and when. She knew that Zexion was right, yet she continued. Out of all the possible choices and all the possible outcomes, only Zexion had even a fragmented wisp of a chance to even pretend to love her. She knew that she would never see her father, Sephiroth, again, and she didn't care for the man, who despised her.
She entered a corridor of darkness and drew her Keyblade, the Muramune.
[-~-~-]
"This ice cream tastes good." Tarix broke the silence between her and her lover, Exort. Her bright orange hair flowed down her shoulders.
"Yep," he agreed, continuing to lick the light blue sea-salt ice cream he held. His messy hair was a neon blue.
"This is a very romantic spot. Thank you for bringing me here." Tarix stopped staring at the perpetual sunset of Twilight town and looked at her boyfriend. He turned and his dark yellow eyes met her sky blue ones. They put their ice creams down on the clock tower's edge, held hands, and kissed.
"-'s up here." Axel, Roxas, and Xion exited the corridor of darkness. Axel quickly saw the two Nobodies already there and his right palm immediately connected with his forehead.
[-~-~-]
"Were I to ask you to eliminate Number XI, would you do it?"
"Yes."
"And if I were to ask the same for Number VIII?"
"Yes."
"Is there anyone you would be unwilling to eliminate?"
"Is there anyone you wouldn't want me to be willing to eliminate?"
"No."
"No."
"Good."
"Is there someone you want me to eliminate now?"
"Not yet."
"Very well. Is there something you want me to do?"
"Yes."
Author's Note: Behold chapter two. If you have any objections, comments, suggestions, or comments, please let me know. And if you haven't done so already, read some of bkwrmnlvnit's stories.