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Hey guys! Give me something to work with here~ Most anything goes, but I do my best work with the Nobodies (including Namine!) and everyone from Twilight Town.
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Here we go!
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Dammit.
Of course he stepped out into the middle of a storm.
Okay, so it wasn't really a storm persay, but it would be, and soon. The sky was a dark, foreboding grey, and the wind whipped and pulled at his cloak and the slate-colored fringe of hair that normally hid half of his young-looking face.
Raising his head, the Sixth member of Organization XIII reached out with his senses, searching for a trace of his target.
There it was.
Zexion took off, stalking northward -- towards the storm, naturally -- continuing to keep track of the scent. Darkness laced with the sense of the calm before a typhoon. Not that it helped, seeing as that was practically where Zexion was at the moment anyways.
There were other things Zexion could detect on the scent as well -- blood, fatigue, traces of weak healing magic...
"Magic never was your strong suit, was it...?" he muttered to himself, flinging a Fire to his right almost unconsciously, scorching the heartless that had been lurking there, hoping to sneak up on him. The creature burst into flame, disintegrating into nothing.
It took Zexion an hour of hiking through the dense forest, the wind and chill picking up with every passing minute, before he caught sign of what he was looking for -- a long gash in the side of a tree, and traces of magic and darkness covering the area.
It was another half hour before he finally found his target.
The Whirlwind Lancer stood -- only barely -- in the clearing, surrounding by the dissolving blackness that signaled the demise of heartless. He was leaning heavily on a lance, the others scattered around him. His breath came in harsh pants.
"Xaldin."
The Third looked up, blinking tiredly, a haggard, annoyed look on his face. "About damn time," he groused.
"You took too long," Zexion informed him. "They sent me to track you down."
Xaldin sneered, baring his teeth in an almost animalistic manner. "The Superior knew full well the extent of the heartless here, and he still sent me alone, and then complains?" he snapped.
Zexion merely sneered back. "Believe me, I am just as irritated as you. Now, if you would come along, I have some reading to attend to."
Xaldin merely sneered again, allowing Zexion to cast a Heal on him to temporarily treat his wounds, then followed the younger into the summoned dark portal.
But not before he paused to look back over his shoulder one last time, glaring at the castle that loomed in the distance, silhouetted by a crack of lightning.
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Woo! That was fun! :3 Random completely pointless story is random and completely pointless. Lmao. +10 points if you can guess the world he was in. Not that it's hard. I mean, it's Xaldin.
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Xaldin's one of my favorites! I think you did well, considering never writing him. And Zexion is lovely, as well. Thank you so much! ♥
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