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A growl came from deep within Saïx's throat. He hated being called a filthy animal. Humans treated him like some animal they could control. Something they could tame for their amusement.

You're still a filthy animal, Saïx. Marluxia's voice echoed in his mind. It pissed him off greatly. He turned to the Graceful Assassin and his voice took on a hissing tone. He was struggling to not kill the man.

"You have no right to call me a filthy animal, human. Your kind is what leads to the worlds being destroyed! I bet you must have done something horrible to end up an Organization member. Did you murder your lover? Cheat on her? Heh...how could you get a mate?" Saïx growled, a smirk coming back to his lips. "I bet you just murdered everyone and everything, if that was even possible from you. You probably can't even do anything with that pathetic pink Scythe of yours."

He walked over to him, ripping Marluxia's hand from his temples, his nails digging painfully into Marluxia's wrist. "So what were you dreaming about? Your pathetic life? You were probably sobbing over your poor flowers being crushed by a girl you must have lusted over." He thought aloud, laughing loudly at the thought.

"You're a pathetic man. Not fit for anything, better left for the dead."

Saïx hissed with pain as the blade stabbed into his once bandaged shoulder. Saïx let out a gasp as he was jerked forward, taking in heavy breaths to try and ignore his pain.

Marluxia's words hit him hard. Saïx did care...and he never did have someone to love...but if he had, he wouldn't have killed them like Marluxia believed. Saïx's mind was taken away from his thoughts when he was suddenly thrown back, letting out a pain filled howl of a scream as he felt the blade rip through his skin like paper, seeing his own blood lingering in the air infront of Saïx as he fell like time had slowed.

Saïx landed hard on his back, gasping before his vision went white with the pain that he suddenly felt from the new wound. He coughed violently, feeling and tasting the blood in his mouth that must have come from the blood that crossed his chest deep enough to get to his lung. Saïx could feel the blood dripping onto him from Marluxia's scythe before he went numb and felt nothing. He could hardly draw any air into his lungs before coughing, but within moments the coughing died off, the little strength he had draining from him quickly.

He heard the old man known as Merlin speak up and Ienzo gasp in horror, but it died quickly as his eyes closed, the last thing he saw was Marluxia glaring down at him and his own blood that had spilt dripping from his once pink (but now red) scythe.

Saïx's head fell to the side seconds later as he lost consiousness, his breaths shallow at the pain he could not feel. His deep wound down his chest and stomach from his shoulder were bleeding horribly, quickly forming a small pool under him. The only think left on his mind before he couldn't think of anything more was that he was actually going to die...

((Wow. Gory. XD SORRY IF YOU ARE DISGUSTED! *hug* He's not going to die, he's just unconsious and in a coma! and yaaay he's so going to get a scar now from all that!! See you all in three weeks!! X3))

Well well, seemed like the numbers had dwindled considerably. The first thought that hit the ferocious man was that they were cowards. And then, the second thought was that they may not consider him a threat. This only proceeded to piss him off.

He growled at the remaining persons, eyeing them all cautiously, ignoring the injury he had received in passing. A vicious snarl came from his throat as the blonde annoyance came back, wielding two keyblades. What a piss off, to come back in here proclaiming that he'd beat him! Just as he was about to lunge forward and rip the annoying boy's throat out, he was yanked backwards, the force and momentum throwing him into the wall behind him.

Who in the hell????!

His glowing eyes dimmed back into their original color as Number Five looked up. Skin paled considerably.

s**t.

Huh. One wondered how he had ended up with a bunch of failures for a team. They were a band of idiots, the lot of them. Honestly, he sent them to do something very very simple, and yet... not one of them had finished the assignment correctly. Yes, Number Seven had mostly done what he was supposed to do, but Three had screwed up, and well--- Four was an idiot for going along.

Don't even get him started on Number Six and her annoying prissy a**.

When he had first been assigned to this job, he had been told that he wouldn't have to do anything except give out orders and sit on his lazy butt all day, eating grapes. So much for that. The only one that really got anything accomplished was Number Two, and it was irritating when he did because he sniffed proudly and strutted when he came back in successfully. Like a damn peacock, that one.

So, because the other morons had so desperately messed up, One had to actually get up and fix their mistakes. Mostly, he was going to check if Number Five had even tried doing his job. Or if he had caused a bloody massacre in Hollow Bastion yet.

The sight that greeted the man's eyes was familiar. A battle, a pissed off blonde kid, and of course, the complimentary lunging/foaming-at-the-mouth Number Five. Instantly, his hand shot out, one finger hooking the back of the idiot's robe and slamming him backwards. One looked back, a slow smirk curling on his lips as he watched Five pale at his figure.

"Now this is a gorgeous scene, isn't it? Like a bloody reunion."

He spoke slowly, leaning back and looking like he was lounging in mid-air. One scratched idly at a spot on his knee as he glanced over at the group. An eyebrow raised. He could almost congratulate Five on actually doing a good job. Seems like the others had turn tail and run, and the rest in the room ..... well they'd be no problem at all.

Except maybe Roxas. And his damned keyblades. He let out a lazy sigh before taking hold of Five's cloak and yanking him off his feet. Time to go, but not before he left a present...a lovely shadow replica of the chicken-haired cutie.

"Take care, ladies and gents." He winked, smirked, and slipped behind the shadowy door from which he came, taking Five with him.

Axel sighed, stretching. Well, that was enough of that. this town was a snore fest. He pushed himself off of the ledge, falling about 8 feet and landing in a crouch. The emrald-eyed pyro stood up, and started back to this Merlin guy's house. He had to make sure Marluxia didn't kill Saix. He had to heal so he could fight.

Then Axel realized. He didn't know where Merlin's House was. He walked around for a while, trying to find it, but eventually gave up and asked for directions.

"Hey, can you tell me how to get to Merlin's House?" Axel asked a person that was just kinda standing around.

"It's just around the corner! The wooden door, first you see." The man said with a smile.

Well, now Axel felt like an idiot.

"Thanks." He said and walked away. He walked down the stone road to see the promised walkway. Okay. So he would have been there if he just kept walking. Well, Axel didn't know that! He grumbled as he pushed the door open, just in time to dodge the remainder of Marluxia's attack. He saw Saix go down and sighed, closing the door behind him.

Turning to Marluxia, Axel frowned.

"Couldn't you two just play nice while I was gone?"

Where am I?

Yuffie slowly opened her eyes, which were still de-focused from being unconcious. As soon as her vision cleared up, she was confronted with a very up-close look at a pile of gravel. What the hell....Oh, right, I passed out. Very slowly, she got back onto her knees, wincing at the dulled but still present pain that erupted everytime she moved. I wonder if the battle's still going on....if it is, I'll probably slow them down more than anything. I guess I'll go back to Merlin's and rest up.

Getting back up on her feet, she slowly trudged back towards the town. Although her unplanned nap had helped her recover somewhat, she still felt as if she had spent the past three days running around the town without a break. I probably don't have enough in me to even attempt a cure spell.....guess I'll have to ask someone for a potion. After a good ten minutes, she made it out of the construction site; another five minutes, and she had made it past the bailey and into the town.

s**t, how many people are out today.....Well, I guess it's better than everyone cowering in fear inside because of another Heartless She noiselessly pushed through the crowd, ignoring the stares she received due to her noticeably weakened state. When she got within twenty feet of her destination, everything begun to spin again. Despite her rapidly blurring vision, she was just able to make out the figures of Cloud, Tifa, and Leon standing in front of Merlin's House. She staggered the remaining distance and weakly draped her arms around the shoulders of the two men, with the hope that leaning on them would prevent her otherwise inevitable collapse.

"Please tell me....you guys have a potion....or something."

(Yes, she's still beat up...but it wouldn't be very realistic if she woke up and miraculously got better.)

Ienzo turned his head just slightly as a trio of people came in through the door. It was Leon... and two others he couldn't place the names of. Oh wait, there was... what was her name again? Oh yes, Yuffie.

At the young ninja's question, Ienzo raised an eyebrow before turning and getting up to go grab a potion from Merlin's cabinet. After a moment, he produced a bottle of said potion and handed it over to the injured girl.

"Here." Ienzo then turned his attention away from Yuffie and back to Leon.

"So, what happened?"

((Eugh. I really need to get back in character.))

"Thanks Zexion...I owe you big."

Taking the bottle into shaking hands, she slowly uncorked it and downed its contents. Rather than the gentle wave of healing she always expected from a curative, what felt like a shockwave exploded from her chest and spread throughout her body. Anywhere on her that was sore was now twitching violently, and her blurring vision was quickly fading to black.

What is this, Thundaga in a bottle?

A second later, the shock from the liquid miraculously receeded and Yuffie was left feeling....amazingly restored. I could fight a zillion heartless in an hour now....what the heck is this stuff? She turned the bottle over, and her eyes widened when she read the label: "ELIXIR." Well, that explains a lot. I'll ask the moogles to synthesize another one later.

"Wow, I feel a lot better now. I'm going to go back to the castle and help beat the crap out of the cloaked freak or whomever you're fighting now. C yas!!"

He hissed, recoiling into a huddled ball. "I didn't want to... NO. Don't touch me!" He held his hands over his face, as though trying to block out everything, the light, the memories, the people. "Stop it..."

Just sitting here won't change a thing. It's the same old stuff. So let's go.
Now, open your heart! Surrender it to the darkness! Become darkness itself!
Complete the keyhole with your power! Open the door, lead me into everlasting darkness!
What? You'd rather fight me? Over a puppet that has no heart?
I'm not afraid of the darkness!

He screamed.