FIC: KH2, The Thirteenth.
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moonsheenSo, like, once upon a time I play Kingdom Hearts 2 and quickly discover that Organization XIII is sort of the best evil round table ever. Or at least sort of amazingly fun. I mean. Why have an old guy with an eyepatch when he can be a stoner too? I would play a dumb cellphone game starring these guys, seriously.
So I wrote fic. Pre-game. Spoilers for, well. The identity of certain members, I guess? And warnings for Larxene for simply (not) being. She bites it off.
“Well then,” said the man on the shore. “You may like to join us.”
“Might as well,” agreed the boy, with a shrug.
--and when he stepped out of the Dark, he stood by himself in a white room. He dropped down onto one knee, pulling a wary hand behind his back. His fingers curled around the empty air. He thought he was alone.
“Welcome,” said the same voice. It came from above, so the boy lowered his hands and looked up.
He was far from alone.
It was a large, circular room, with walls as white as the floor. It made dimensions nearly indistinguishable. He may as well have been standing in an endless plane of white and white and white. The ceiling existed, as far as he could tell, because they needed a place to put the giant X.
Thirteen seats hung above him, at varying heights, twelve of them occupied. The first voice came from the highest. It sounded deep, and amused, and a little creaky—as though it didn’t really deign to descend from such loftiness very often at all.
“Feeling at home?”
…and despite the vastness of the room, their empty laughter had no echo.
“You ever impress, my liege,” murmured the seventh, who shook his head in his cowl as he spoke—like an animal, though he sat in great dignity. His voice had little inflection.
“Curious,” said the fourth.
The third sounded like the ache of a breeze. “…but I suppose it is to be expected, that he should be…”
“Such a speck you mean?” a voice cut in, high and female and ripe with contempt. The twelfth, who kicked an impatient heel. “Has he arrived? I don’t think I see him.”
“Larxene…” murmured the eleventh.
“But I’m curious, Marluxia! We’ve come along way.”
“You’ve come a long way, you mean,” interrupted the eighth, who sat at a slight sprawl, fingers drumming on his knee. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say our Savage Nymph was feeling a little cranky…”
“Who asked for your opinion! ”
“Who asked for yours?”
The second coughed. “Now kids. Are we going to have to turn this bus aroouund?”
“I am here.”
The third continued as though he hadn’t even heard the interruption. “Nevertheless. There may yet be something of a warrior, in this one…”
“I said.” The boy’s voice gave a bounce-and-a-half of the walls. ‘Said said sai--’. Everything else simply stopped. “I am here.”
“…ooh,” said the twelfth.
The eighth tipped his head. “And curiouser, Vexen?”
“....”
The boy threw back his hood and glared up at them all, he turned in a circle to do so. The leather of his gloves groaning, as he balled them into fists. “I’ve been invited to be judged?”
Silence, save his clipped echo.
“How boring,” he growled.
“I quite agree with you,” said the third.
“… little dude’s got a mouth!” laughed the second.
“I’ll fight any one of you.”
“… maybe a lil’ too much of a mouth.”
…and, from above, the first:
“Any one of us?”
…all heads, immediately, turned.
“I hardly think that will be necessary. Here.”
…and around the boy, the dark shivered. Slivery half forms swayed into non-existance. So thin and insubstantial one half expected them to vanish with each slithering turn their bodies made. Behind them emerged a unit of larger shapes. Equally faceless but standing stiff and ready—they drew their swords in organized succession, and they bowed.
“A gift,” hummed the highest. “Fight them. Show us…precisely, why we have invested our interests in--”
…and the Thirteenth didn’t let him finish. The flash of the keyblade was answer enough.
So I wrote fic. Pre-game. Spoilers for, well. The identity of certain members, I guess? And warnings for Larxene for simply (not) being. She bites it off.
“Well then,” said the man on the shore. “You may like to join us.”
“Might as well,” agreed the boy, with a shrug.
--and when he stepped out of the Dark, he stood by himself in a white room. He dropped down onto one knee, pulling a wary hand behind his back. His fingers curled around the empty air. He thought he was alone.
“Welcome,” said the same voice. It came from above, so the boy lowered his hands and looked up.
He was far from alone.
It was a large, circular room, with walls as white as the floor. It made dimensions nearly indistinguishable. He may as well have been standing in an endless plane of white and white and white. The ceiling existed, as far as he could tell, because they needed a place to put the giant X.
Thirteen seats hung above him, at varying heights, twelve of them occupied. The first voice came from the highest. It sounded deep, and amused, and a little creaky—as though it didn’t really deign to descend from such loftiness very often at all.
“Feeling at home?”
…and despite the vastness of the room, their empty laughter had no echo.
“You ever impress, my liege,” murmured the seventh, who shook his head in his cowl as he spoke—like an animal, though he sat in great dignity. His voice had little inflection.
“Curious,” said the fourth.
The third sounded like the ache of a breeze. “…but I suppose it is to be expected, that he should be…”
“Such a speck you mean?” a voice cut in, high and female and ripe with contempt. The twelfth, who kicked an impatient heel. “Has he arrived? I don’t think I see him.”
“Larxene…” murmured the eleventh.
“But I’m curious, Marluxia! We’ve come along way.”
“You’ve come a long way, you mean,” interrupted the eighth, who sat at a slight sprawl, fingers drumming on his knee. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say our Savage Nymph was feeling a little cranky…”
“Who asked for your opinion! ”
“Who asked for yours?”
The second coughed. “Now kids. Are we going to have to turn this bus aroouund?”
“I am here.”
The third continued as though he hadn’t even heard the interruption. “Nevertheless. There may yet be something of a warrior, in this one…”
“I said.” The boy’s voice gave a bounce-and-a-half of the walls. ‘Said said sai--’. Everything else simply stopped. “I am here.”
“…ooh,” said the twelfth.
The eighth tipped his head. “And curiouser, Vexen?”
“....”
The boy threw back his hood and glared up at them all, he turned in a circle to do so. The leather of his gloves groaning, as he balled them into fists. “I’ve been invited to be judged?”
Silence, save his clipped echo.
“How boring,” he growled.
“I quite agree with you,” said the third.
“… little dude’s got a mouth!” laughed the second.
“I’ll fight any one of you.”
“… maybe a lil’ too much of a mouth.”
…and, from above, the first:
“Any one of us?”
…all heads, immediately, turned.
“I hardly think that will be necessary. Here.”
…and around the boy, the dark shivered. Slivery half forms swayed into non-existance. So thin and insubstantial one half expected them to vanish with each slithering turn their bodies made. Behind them emerged a unit of larger shapes. Equally faceless but standing stiff and ready—they drew their swords in organized succession, and they bowed.
“A gift,” hummed the highest. “Fight them. Show us…precisely, why we have invested our interests in--”
…and the Thirteenth didn’t let him finish. The flash of the keyblade was answer enough.
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Date: 2006-05-12 12:31 am (UTC)Thank you for this~