Featured: Xemnas + Saix
After the Battle Ch. 2 Hey guys! Long time no see... Sorry for taking so long to upload this, anyways I hope you enjoy :3 Also just a note, when Xehanort is experiencing a rush of memories within him, they are from Terra and Master Xehanort... This chapter is a little grim, but it's not explicitly violent or graphic... It may just be a little difficult to handle emotion wise...After the Battle Ch. 2 by lunalavender
-Continuation of flashback-
Everywhere was a menacing white… Like the white walls within an asylum or a hospital, the white seemed to almost reach out and suffocate what pitiful prey lurked withi
Apologize I'm holding on your ropeApologize by Sanae94
Got me ten feet off the ground
El suelo está lejos de mis pies. La gravedad tira de mi cuerpo hacia abajo. La tensión tira de mi cabeza hacia arriba. No hay nada en lo que apoyarme, y aunque lo hubiera, me has atado las manos a la espalda.
Es curioso. Yo mismo te regalé esta cuerda para escalar. Te gustaban mucho ese tipo de deportes. O eso me dijiste. ¿Era otra mentira más para conseguir lo que querías, o era cierto?
En realidad, ya poco importa.
And I'm hearing what you say
But I just can't make a sound
Te contemplo desde los tres metros de altura que
El carnaval de los que no amanEl carnaval de los que no aman by Sanae94
Ah, el carnaval veneciano. Tan elegante, tan misterioso, tan... estresante cuando tenías a tu amigo y ex-amante tragafuegos dándote la tabarra y arrastrándote de un lado para otro para ver sus actuaciones. Eso pensaba el joven Saïx bajo su máscara de impasibilidad aquella noche.
Era el final del carnaval, y un mecenas de Venecia había organizado un espectacular baile de máscaras en su casa de las afueras de la ciudad. Sabedor de la fama del tragafuegos Axel, o como se le conocía públicamente, "La Ráfaga de Llamas Danzantes", el ricachón de turno le había contratado para amenizar la velada. Y allí estaba Saïx, que sin comerlo ni beberlo había terminado siendo invitado a la fiesta también.
El joven, de larga melena azulada y fríos ojos ambarinos, se llevó una mano a la cara y comprobó que el antifaz bañado de falsa plata cubría bien su frente y su mejilla derecha. Se colocó bien
Where's my mind - a XemSai fanfictionWhere’s my mind?Where's my mind - a XemSai fanfiction by YCAdB
– a XemSaï fanfiction.
Words: Almost 1390
Warnings: I do not own
Kingdom Hearts, or the characters.
A/n: For the XemSaï
Valentine’s Contest. Hope there’s still time for this.
Hope I win, but knowing the boss of the club…
If I had a world of my
own, every will be nonsense.
will be what it is.
everything will be what it isn’t.
How sweet it sounds when
you say it, no? Almost as sweet as the silent promise of chocolate
and confessions of love from many women. If only you were still
Now, it’s just one
of the many empty words that surround you. To you, this day only
serves one purpose; to help you with your little plan of creating
Kingdom Hearts. You have achieved the knowledge that the Heartless
are weaker than any other day, and that killing them, no matter the
weapon, frees their hearts. It’s
Lovesick VIIILovesick VIII by veggie-fan-attic
Xemnas sighed. He had eaten his dinner a bit quicker than usual and retired to his room early to wait for Saïx. He glanced at the clock. 8:54. It shouldn't be too long before the man arrived. He paced around his room, holding his hands behind his back. He had the whole thing planned out. He wouldn't spend too terribly long with the Berserker; just long enough to quench the man's "thirst". Then he would send him away using some excuse. A dull knock echoed through the room, making Xemnas swiftly turn his attention to the door, going over to open it. There stood the Luna Diviner, looking not too much better than the day before.
"You...wanted to see me, sir?" His voice was quiet and Xemnas could see that his hands were shaking. He nodded, giving a friendly smile.
"I did. Please, come in so I can shut the door. I don't want any...disturbances."
Saïx stepped in the room, hearing the lock
Lovesick VIILovesick VII by veggie-fan-attic
Vexen jumped as the door to his lab suddenly swung open, hitting the opposite wall with a crash. He swiftly turned to the intruder, immediately standing up upon recognizing the visitor as Xemnas.
"Superior! Is everything alright?"
The Enigmatic Man looked a bit angry, maybe a touch curious. He walked over to Vexen, taking long strides to save time.
"I understand that you told our very own Luna Diviner that he was in love with me. Is this true?"
Vexen sighed through his nose and ran his fingers through a bit of his hair. He looked first at the ceiling, then back at Xemnas.
"He told you?"
"If I may be so bold as to ask, what happened? You didn't kill him, did you?"
"Of course not! He's easily one of the top three strongest members of this Organization! He's too valuable to just toss aside because of something like this! No, I sent him back to his room
Lovesick VILovesick VI by veggie-fan-attic
Xemnas blinked, staring down at the Diviner. He was speechless, slightly taken aback by Saïx's words.
"I love you. I don't know how it happened, or why...but it did. I didn't believe it at first, but after a few strange things that happened and being unable to get you out of my mind, I can't deny it any longer. I'm sorry, sir...I know how this sounds, and believe me, when I found out, I was just as startled as you. I know that, because of my poor performance as of late, it would seem I've lost sight of what this Organization stands for, but I haven't! I just...I just don't know what to do... I'm so confused..."
Saïx clung tighter to his Superior's cloak with an almost desperate grip, tears streaming silently down his face. He knew that Xemnas, at any moment, could send one of his aerial blades flying right through his body, instantly ending his nonexistence.
Love sick VLove sick V by veggie-fan-attic
All was unusually peaceful in the Organization's main headquarters. Only the soft, rythmatic clapping of a single pair of boots hitting marble flooring tore at the silence, echoing through the desolate hallways. A single, silhouetted figure strode past the rooms of his higher ups, careful not to disturb them as he made his way toward his destination. Locks of long, azure hair fell gracefully over the figure's shoulder's, swaying gently with each step; a cleanly cut X-shaped scar decorating his forehead.
He walked swiftly past five doors, each with different letters etched into them; roman numerals, one through six, going in reverse. The footsteps ceased in front of the sixth door, the Superior's double-doored bedroom, and the figure reached out a gloved hand, knocking lightly. A faint "Come in." could be heard from the other side of the door, beckoning him inside. He opened one of the doors and stepped in, closing it behind him to shut ou
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