literature

OU - Mission VI

Deviation Actions

Kyuubi-no-Youko's avatar
Published:
577 Views

Literature Text

The sun hung low in the sky, giving off long bursts of orange and yellow. Families and young children ushered home before the night life residents took to the streets, partying and drinking. Bright neon lights lit up the outskirts of Hollow Bastion with a pulsing and inviting glow.

Alix sluggishly walked down the streets at a slow pace. She let out an unladylike yawn and rubbed her tired eyes. With all of the events she took part in during these last few months, which left her unable to do any missions, she was dog-tired. Plus, with many members leaving the Organization, the young girl had to pick up a lot slack so that the Underground would not die. To prevent working the remaining members to death, Vendox proposed that they go out and have fun. He even went as far to invite some 'special' guests.

I wonder who these special guests are. They must be really important to know Monsieur Vendox.

So here she was, out on the town and taking in the sights before meeting up with the rest of her allies and the guests. Instead of wearing her uniform for this night out, the silver-haired maiden wore a sky-blue peasant-style blouse and dark denim frilled skirt. On her feet were a pair of sandals whose long straps criss-crossed around her calves and ended at her knees. Alix yawned again, her eyes turning into narrow slits, and turned a corner into an alleyway, not knowing that someone was on the other side.

"Ow!"

"Hey!"

One loud thud and a grunt echoed down the alley with a soft yelp following after. Groaning, the silver-haired girl felt around to figure out what she walked in to. Her hands ran over something hard and satiny and muscle-ly under her.

What did I hit?

"Hey…mind gettin' off of me, Girly?" a thick voice drawled. "Or at least buy me a drink before feeling me up."

Alix's eyes slowly opened and found a pair of blue ones, much similar to her own, staring pensively at her. She blushed lightly at seeing a man's face to which the eyes were attached to. He looked quite handsome and older, his age ranging from older brother to father. His short bleach-blonde hair was neatly trimmed and slicked back. She saw that he had a trimmed beard as well and small silver hoops laced through his ears. The Artisan blushed deeply as she scurried off the man as if he was toxic.

"J-J-Je suis désolé!" she quickly stammered out.

Getting a good look at him even more, Alix took in the outfit he donned. The man was clothed in a white-collared and long-sleeved shirt, black slacks, and wing-tipped shoes. The shirt was tucked into his pants as a dark red vest was buttoned over it. There were also black armbands latched around both biceps. She blinked in amazement, and curiosity, at the decorative tie with a playing card pattern strung around his neck.

He looks like some sort of blackjack dealer.

The bleach-blonde sighed and stood up, dusting off his clothes. "A Frenchy, huh? Just my luck."

"Pardon me, sir?" Alix asked curiously after she regained her composure. She caught a hint of a British accent when he spoke.

He then stares at her intently. "I hate the French. Nothing but a bunch of limey gits."

That was when Alix's face went from flushed from embarrassment to flush with anger; and if this were a cartoon, steam would be whistling out of her ears like a teapot.

"Excuse me?!" she shrieked. "First you knock me down, and now you're insulting my heritage? You…you…bâtard!"

The man scratched his head. "I think it was you who knocked into me first, luv."

The silver-haired girl pouts and crossed her arms in a huff. "Who cares! Well if you hate the French, then I hate the British. Ha!" she snubbed in a child-like manner.

"Whatever, luv. Ta-ta," he drawled out with a wave of a hand.

The blonde man walked toward the opening of the alley and turned the corner. Alix let out a frustrated scream and stomped after him.

"Excuse me! We are not finished talk—Huh?"

The Artisan searched the sea of people bustling down the streets for his bleach-blonde head. There was no sight of him. Huffing and kicking a stray can from her path, Alix made hast toward the club Vendox rented out for the night.

~*~*~*~

The Tripwire Club was known to be the hottest club in Hollow Bastion. The exterior of the building resembled a run-down warehouse but the interior was a different story. Chrome and steel decorated the walls; polished marble coated the floor in a black-and-white checker board pattern. Catwalks were bolted to the ceiling to give more standing room to guests with some leading to VIP sections on the second level. A long bar was located toward the right and was filled to the brim with every kind of alcoholic beverage known to man; there were also chairs and tables nearby for resting. Toward the back was the DJ booth, belting out loud notes of techno. Strobe lights flashed the dance floor with their luminous lights as the masses bumped and grinded to the beats.

Alix nodded to the bouncer who let her pass through the threshold of Tripwire. Her blue eyes took in the crowd of joyous regulars, dancing their hearts out. The club's employees were hard at work at making their patrons happy.

'Hmm, such young hearts. Too bad Vendox won't let us take a few for the road when tonight's over,' she mused in her head.

The silver-haired girl pushed past people, heading toward the back of the building. She entered a large seating area where her allies were, talking with the guests that ranged from children to adults…even some humanoid animals were present. Alix immediately recognized two people she hasn't seen since her mission in The World That Never Was: Xigbar and Axel.

Great, those two lunkheads are here. I should probably make a quick getaway before Xigbar uses me as target practice…or before Axel tries to grope me again.

The glass user turned around to avoid them seeing her but ended up bumping into something that knocked her to the floor.

"Not again," she whined. "Why does this always happen to me?"

"Oi, watch where you're go—Frenchy?"

Blue eyes widened upon hearing that nickname. Oh hell no…

A firm hand encircled its fingers around her arm before a sturdy arm pulled her up. Alix smoothed her skirt, glaring at the bleach-blonde.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed.

The taller man shrugged. "I do believe I was invited to this little gathering."

Alix paled lightly from shock. "Don't tell me…you're a guest of Monsieur Vendox?"

"That is correct, Frenchy."

Seething lightly, Alix sized him up the best she could despite her petite stature; the man was at least a few inches taller than her.

"My name is not Frenchy! It's Alix, the Fragile Artisan!"

The bleach-blonde loomed over the young girl, trying to look imposing. "I'm Luxord, the Gambler of Fate and Number Ten of Organization Thirteen," he stated.

Pale blue eyes widened. "Organization…Thirteen? You belong to that group?"

Luxord nodded. "Correct, Frenchy. Your Superior and mine set up this little 'get together'. Personally, I think this whole thing is bull."

"Please don't curse in front of me, Monsieur Luxord. It's rude," Alix politely suggested. ((Kyuubi: You shouldn't talk, Alix. You curse every chance you get.))

"The one thing I hate more than the French is manners. You're too uptight, Frenchy."

"I'm not uptight!" she shrieked.

The pig-tailed girl's little outburst made the others turn and stare at her. Her cheeks heated up from embarrassment.

"S-Sorry, everyone…….Argh, I need a drink…"

Alix quickly headed toward the bar, leaving Luxord to his own accord. Hopping up on a stool, she glanced over at her fellow Organization members.

Thank goodness. No bloodshed…at least not yet.

"What can I get you, sweetie?" the bartender asked her as he mixed a couple of drinks together.

Alix scanned down the list of drinks and frowned. Most of them were alcoholic and because of the way she looked, the Artisan was 'deemed' underage.

"I'll have a…frozen strawberry daiquiri…virgin style." She blushed lightly after saying that.  

As she waited for her drink, she watched her fellow members interact with their 'supposed' enemies. Some of the female Nobodies were flitting around a young man with bright eyes and light brown hair that resembled some sort of mullet. He joyously belted out some song lyrics while he strummed an oddly-shaped guitar. Alix rolled her eyes in distaste at hearing the squeals the girls made, swooning madly. Some of the men were doing the same with a willowy blonde woman. The tall Amazon-like female's hands were itching to throw the knives at her waist and be rid of the males around her.

Maybe I should skip out and go shopping. Those keybladers over there are making me nervous.

The 'clink' of glass being placed in front of her signaled Alix that her drink was done. She gave the bartender a small smile before lightly sipping her daiquiri. The DJ switched out the techno for some hard rock. The silver-haired girl bopped her to the beat.

"Never pegged you to be a rock fan, Frenchy."

"Please leave me be, Monsieur Luxord. I am trying to enjoy myself."

The bleach-blonde ignored her and sat down on the vacant stool to her right. "Oi, Mister Bartender. Get me a cold lager."

The busy man nodded and went to the end of the bar to where the taps were. Alix turned her back on the Gambler with her drink in her hand. A light throbbing started to pulse on the right temple.

"Why are you being so cold to me, Frenchy? I'm trying to make nicety-nice with you during this party."

The throbbing increased. "Because you continue to tease me with that ridiculous nickname while insulting me in the process," she huffed.

Luxord grasped a hand around his cold drink once it was put in front of him. He took one big swig, nearly half was gone already, and placed it back down on the counter.

"How about we start again, luv?" He then reached his hand out, palm open. "I'm Luxord."

Taking a deep breath, Alix slowly clasped her hand in his. "My name is Alix. Nice to meet you."

They shook hands lightly before letting go. The two Nobodies returned to their drinks, pondering on what to talk about. Alix sipped the daiquiri until it was completely finished off.

"So…since you're a Nobody like me, what is your element?" she asked, pushing her empty glass away.

"I control Time."

The Artisan raised a thin eyebrow. "Like stopping time?"

Luxord grunted lightly. "Yeah, something like that. I can actually force my opponents to play timed games under the guise of a playing card or a die."

"That sounds…confusing, Monsieur Luxord."

"Eh, I don't really care either way as long as it gets the job done. What about you? What's your element, Miss Alix?"

"I can shape glass," Alix stated proudly, her chest puffing out slightly.

The bleach-blonde took another sip of beer and downed it. "That's it? And what do you normally create? Something girly perhaps?" he teased.

"Of course not! I can shape anything from glass but I mostly create a glaive, my main weapon. Also, my element doesn't work on any colored glass."

Luxord looked down at the silver-haired girl. "How do you keep the glass from breaking in battle?"

"I focus my energy into it to keep its form. If I become distracted too much or if my weapon is taken from me, the glass breaks into pieces."

The Gambler nodded and stored that little tidbit in the recesses of his mind for future use should he encounter her on the battlefield. The two ordered another round of drinks and another, talking about anything that popped into their heads. Alix sighed, tracing a finger over her third empty glass. The smooth surface then became distorted as it was shaped into a spiraled spike. Luxord watched in amusement at the girl's small display of power.

"I think you better shape it back before that bartender sees it," he suggested, finishing off the remainder of his fourth drink.

Alix giggled. "I'm only having a bit of fun. And besides, he's too busy to notice anyway."

Luxord gave small smile at the young Nobody. Seeing that the club patrons have had enough of the hard rock, the DJ switched over to some smooth rock, figuring that people might want to slow dance after jumping around like maniacs. Hearing the change in songs, the bleach-blonde slid off his barstool and extend a hand toward Alix.

"Care to dance, luv?"

The glass user's face became tinged with pink at his request. "I don't know…"

"Come on. Just one dance?" He then gave her a suave-looking smile.

Alix's gaze shifted from the Gambler to the couples on the dance floor. She really wanted to dance tonight but Hellius was missing in action like he always is. Nibbling her bottom lip, she nodded slightly and hopped off the stool. Luxord took her hand and lead her to an open spot in the middle of the crowd. The dancing stance the two Nobodies moved into resembled something one would find in a ballroom. The pair moved fluidly to the beats without stepping on the other's toes.

"You're pretty good, Frenchy. I was so sure that you would at least get a couple of stomps in revenge for teasing you."

"I am still tempted to do so, Blondie."

"Blondie, huh? Couldn't come up with anything original, luv?"

Alix pouted and turned her head away. "There are many things I wish to call you but I'll hold my tongue lest Vendox or Mary Danx hear me act so rudely."

Luxord chuckled and abruptly spun the silver-haired maiden around twice before pulling her back in. The Artisan glared evilly at the older man, having been taken by surprise by that little act of his.

"I could have tripped when you spun me, Monsieur Luxord," she hissed.

The Gambler ignored her for the time being and continued dancing. Two songs in, Alix started to relax, her defenses slowly dropping. She even went as far as to rest her head atop his chest and closing her eyes. Luxord stared down at the peaceful girl in his arms and sighed. When the songs ended and techno returned to the speakers, he jostled Alix off him.

"Oi, Frenchy. Dancing's over with."

Alix didn't respond or correct him upon using that nickname. On closer inspection, Luxord saw that she had fallen asleep.

Poor girl. Told her to stop after her second drink.

Shaking his head, the blonde Gambler carried her over to a vacant couch near where everyone else was. He sat down next to her after positioning her so that the young girl was curled up on the cushions; her head was placed in his lap. Luxord watched her sleep, soft puffs of air escaping her parted lips. But seeing the pig-tailed girl in such a state lulled the older Nobody into dreamland as he lounged back. But unbeknownst to the two Nobodies, a flash of light burst in front of their sleeping forms.

~*~*~*~

"Alix, may I have a word with you?"

The Fragile Artisan looked up from her book and found Mary Danx walking toward her. She stood up from the couch and curtsied to the dark-haired woman.

"How may I be of service, Madmoiselle Danx?"

The serpent mistress slipped a hand into her coat pocket and extracted an envelope. "I was wondering if you would like a copy of the picture I took."

"…Picture? What picture?" the young maiden blinked.

Mary Danx sighed. "Vendox had me take pictures of our members with our invited guests at that club last week. Why he wanted such a thing baffles me…anyway, here's a picture of you and that Gambler of Fate."

Alix slowly took the envelope and watched her Superior leave the common room. She stared down at the white paper, completely befuddled.

I don't remember having my picture taken. I fell asleep before the party ended. Oh! If that man did something to me during my slumber, I'll seek him out and sever that arrogant head from his neck!!

The sliver-haired girl tore open the envelope and quickly removed the picture. Her anger-filled face slowly melted into shock and confusion. Imprinted on the glossy paper was Alix curled up on a couch with her head in Luxord's lap. She saw that he was also asleep like she was, with one arm draped over her back.

"Huh…well, it looks like he didn't…do anything to me…" she lowly muttered, unsure on how to respond to such a sight.

Alix ran a finger over the image of Luxord and smiled faintly. Picking up her book, she slipped the photograph between the pages and closed it.

Despite his teasings, Monsieur Luxord turned out to be a nice guy.
After a successful mission, the members are given a show courtesy of their Emperor and HoP, and just before the night of entertainment is over, The entire cast of Kingdom Hearts, Chain of Memories, and Kingdom Hearts 2 arrive to take pictures with our members. So have fun and submit your picture of you with your favorite KH character/s.
WORLD: Hollow Bastion Outskirts


~*~

finally! it's done! *sighs in relief* I have been working on this for three months now and I just finished it. this piece is actually my third draft because the first one included members who left the club and in the second one, I had it take place in Org-Underground.

just thought I'd submit some mission pieces while waiting for the events to kick up again.

since I suck at drawing characters that are not my own, I decided to write out Alix's encounter with Luxord. I haven't played the game in a looooooooong while so I forgot how he acts and whatnot. oh well, I think Luxy turned out fine ^_^

I chose Luxord for this mission because he is my favorite~ :heart: I was going to include Xaldin (second favorite) but I changed my mind at the last minute.

---

Alix (c) Me and is a member of :iconorg-underground:

Vendox (c) :iconechelonangel15:

Mary Danx (c) :iconcaterpillartomoko:

Hellius (c) :iconklaymen22:

Luxord, Xigbar, Axel, Demyx, Larxene (c) Square Enix and Tetusya Nomura
© 2010 - 2024 Kyuubi-no-Youko
Comments4
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
allzquiet's avatar
As do I... u_u