Organization 13 Kai

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This story was an RPG that Eiva Gallowglass and I worked on for quite a long time. It involves 2 OC's along with the characters from organization 13, and everything just gets all mashed up and played around with. It looks like Eiva's already put up a lot about Corax, or Saiya Cori McCully, yeah she's in this as the first OC in the story. ENJOY!

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Chapter 1: Enter, Corax

“Number VII,” echoed Lord Xemnas, leader of Organization XIII. “Get the door, we have visitors.”
As Saïx opened the castle door to welcome their guests, he was greeted by a stranger carrying a young girl on his back. Peculiarly enough, the stranger was wearing the uniform coat of an Organization XIII Member. Saïx thought for a moment, unsure of how to handle the situation. Should I let them in, they might pose a threat… This man has obviously dealt a hand in darkness, but what about the little girl asleep on his back? She looks completely innocent. At a loss for ideas he simply had to let them in. “Please, come in and take refuge from the rain, but wait here. I will get my leader so that he can greet you properly.”
He went up again to Xemnas’ office via dark corridor, to ask for further instruction. “Lord Xemnas,” he began in his ‘all-business’ tone. “A strange man has appeared with a child. What should I tell him? Would you like me to send him away?”
Xemnas looked at the small monitor on the wall to his right that showed the security cameras’ view of the castle main room. He focused in on the little girl, and seemed to be taking in every detail of her, from her long white hair that covered her left eye, to her little feet, dangling just at the stranger’s hips. “Let them stay here for tonight.” He said finally. “The girl needs a place to stay, doesn’t she?”
“Yes, Sir,” replied Saïx, who almost never questioned the decisions of his lord. “Should I have them wait until morning to have them meet with you?”
“Good Enough.” He said, already a bit sleepy from a day of work and planning. “Schedule them to meet me first thing in the morning. I’m going to bed; you should do the same, number VII.”
“Yes, Sir.” Replied the blue haired nobody, who went back to the main room to set the two visitors up in a room. “Please,” he said in a nonchalant welcome to the visitor. “Come this way. My lord will be meeting with you in the morning. Until then I will escort you to bedroom number 8.” Bedroom number 8 was normally inhabited by Axel, a spiky red haired Nobody with the power of fire. But Saïx knew he wouldn’t mind too much if they used his room while he was away at Castle Oblivion.
The stranger spoke for the first time to thank Saïx. “Thank you. My name is Zerexzion, and I am her guardian.” He said as he nodded toward the child, still on his back, head resting on his shoulder like a pillow. “This is Corax, a Nobody, like me.”
A Nobody. So Saïx was right in thinking the man knew a bit about darkness, and apparently so did the girl. He would have to record this before retiring to his bedroom just next door. “You’re Welcome.” He said only out of politeness. “Please get some rest; my Master is sure to have plenty of questions for you in the morning.”
And with that the tall nobody left the new Nobodies to themselves, recorded the information he had gathered, and finally went to bed, tired and slightly confused.

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Chapter 2: ZZ’s Here
The next morning started early, as Xemnas seemed slightly eager to meet the strangers that had shown up the night before. Immediately as Saïx got to his office to be briefed on the assignments of the day, he ordered him to go and get them. “Please bring the guests to my office, now. I’m anxious to meet them.” He chuckled slightly at his use of an actual emotion. “Well, you know what I mean, of course.”
“Of course.” The Nobody said in his usual obedient tone, and turned to get them, using a dark corridor for speed.
He appeared in the hallway of the castle that housed bedrooms 5 through 8, and lightly knocked on the door that the strangers now slept behind. Zerexzion opened the door, no longer wearing the coat, and Saïx was able to see that the Nobody was not wearing the entire Organization uniform, merely the coat. This was to be expected, as he was not a true member of Organization XIII. Zerexzion had been wearing a long sleeve white shirt and a gray vest, with matching gray trousers, and a thin, string like necktie, tied in a bow. He dressed as if he was from the nineteenth century. Saïx wondered, was he as old as he dressed? Was this Nobody older perhaps than The Superior?
“Good Morning.” Zerexzion said as he answered the door. “That’s right, we’re supposed to speak with your Master this morning, am I correct?”
“Yes,” said Saïx, monotone as usual. “Is the girl awake?”
Zerexzion opened the door wider so the scarred Nobody could see the entire room. He motioned over to the bed politely, showing him the little girl that he had called Corax, asleep on the bed, only half covered with the blanket. Saïx looked at the girl, seeing her whole body for the first time. Her white hair, pale skin, young face, and small, eight-year-old physique were all so familiar to him… Had he seen this girl before? Had this cute little girl been a part of his life before, back in a part of his memory that was long gone? Saïx shook his head, frustrated at his own confusion, and looked back up at Zerexzion politely.
“Please get her ready,” he said. “The Superior is interested in her.”
The girl stirred slightly in her sleep and mumbled something. “N-no… Ven…” she turned over and curled into a tight ball, obviously having a nightmare. Saïx felt a small spark go through his head. Ven? That was familiar too… Who was Ven? Did Saïx know someone with that name before? This made things more suspicious, and it was harder this time to shake things off. Then he remembered his assignment, he had to get them downstairs before the Superior began to grow impatient. Pushing the confusion out of his mind, he kindly excused himself, and waited out in the hallway, closing the door behind him.
Zerexzion moved over to Corax, still curled up in a ball on the bed. “Come on, Kitten.” He said, using the pet name he had always used to coax her. He gently shook her shoulder to clear her out of her nightmare. “Time to get up.”
Corax stirred again, half way awake. “Nnn…” She scrunched up tighter, her nightmare grabbing hold of her, not wanting to end. “Ven, don’t leave me… Ven… Ven!” She popped up as if jumping out of her dream, wide-awake, panting and shaking. Tears began to fall from her pale white face as her shallow panting became sobbing, struggling to turn into a regular breath. “Ventus…” she whispered through a cracked voice, not even noticing where she was or that she wasn’t alone.
Hurriedly, Zerexzion gathered her into his arms and squeezed her tight to try and give her a sense of security. “Its ok, Kitten, its ok.” He cooed. “Look at me. Look at ZZ.” That was his pet name. Corax almost never called him Zerexzion. His name was always ZZ to her and always would be. That was the trick he used to snap her out of these nightmares, which had been a regular thing since he found her.
The child was confused at first, it seemed, and she couldn’t comprehend that her friend was with her. “Z-…ZZ?” She looked up at him, his red eyes glittering in the brightness of the room. His jet-black hair was messy as usual, running down his face like water, and his long torso, even sitting on the bed towered over her like a giant. It was he all right. “ZZ!” She popped up and hugged him, wrapping her arms around his neck as if he was her daddy, and she his cute little daughter.
“Yes, that’s right, honey, I’m here, ZZ’s here.” He stroked her white hair, combing over the single black strip that followed her all the way down her back like a white tiger with only a single stripe. He continued to hold her until the violent shaking stopped, tidying her hair with his fingers. “Come on, Kitten.” He said finally. “We’re going to go with someone to meet the ruler of this castle.”
Corax looked around, finally taking in her surroundings, it seemed. The entire room they were in, the bed, the sheets, the walls, the door, everything was white. The only things that weren’t white were small items, items that must’ve belonged to the owner of the room. There was an orange lava lamp sitting on the dresser, and a tangerine- brown teddy bear on the bed with a red bow tie with the name, Pyro embroidered on it. There were orange fuzzy slippers on the floor, scattered untidily. But the most interesting thing to catch her eye was the black coat hanging on the closet door. It was just like ZZ’s. She had been snuggling with ZZ’s jacket all night, and it was still on her lap as he held her. She hadn’t known there was another one like it in the worlds. She didn’t say anything in response to ZZ’s; she could only stare in wonder at the black coat with the same silver decorations as her only friend’s.
Zerexzion glanced over at the closet door where she was staring. “Oh, yes.” He said. “The beings that live here are like us. They are nobodies, just like you and me.”
Corax tilted her head to the side, confused. “Like us?” She asked. The white haired nobody had no idea there were any others like her and her ZZ.
“Yes.” He said. “Now come on, I’ll carry you if you like.” He lifted her up gently and put her over his back. She liked that. She couldn’t describe what it was like to ride with ZZ. She almost… felt something. Happiness maybe. Or security. She couldn’t tell, for she didn’t even know what those words even meant. “Remember to behave for the people here.” ZZ said. “Remember, we’re guests.” He took her outside of the white room and into a white hallway with a man wearing the very same black coat, waiting for them.
ZZ spoke to him. “Thank you for waiting. We are ready now.”
Saïx nodded. “Please, come this way then. The Superior is waiting to see you.” Corax looked at him from over ZZ’s shoulder. He was tall, but not as tall as ZZ. He had long blue hair that went past his shoulders and a thin scar on his face, shaped like an X. His narrow, golden eyes were intimidating, and yet… somehow familiar. For some reason though, she thought his eyes should be blue instead of gold. But why did she think that? Did she know this other Nobody? She rested her head on ZZ’s shoulder as they followed the strange man down the white hall, and through the castle to the Superior’s office.

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Chapter 3: The Superior
“Come in.” Called Xemnas as Saïx knocked on the door. As he entered the white office, Corax was able to steal a quick glimpse inside. The room was smaller than the one she had been in before, but just as white. However, when the door closed behind Saïx, she noticed something that she had seen on the other doors she passed, but hadn’t really read into. Just above the ‘I’ on the door in black, there was a symbol, also in black, something she sort of recognized. From where, she had no clue whatsoever. But it was definitely a familiar symbol. It was like an upside-down heart, with pieces missing from it, with some kind of spiky cross-like shape at the top, where the bottom of the heart should be. Before she could ask ZZ about it, the door opened back up.
Saïx came back out, carrying a stack of files in his arm. Looking at him, Cora couldn’t help but think that he looked out of place, a lean and muscular figure carrying folders and papers around. She was able to read the folder that contained the very large stack of files. The word written across the top in bold black letters was one that must have been a name, because she didn’t know what the word meant otherwise. ‘Demyx.’ She only briefly wondered what it meant before ZZ started into the office.
It was the same as what she had been seeing since she woke up. The walls, the door, the ceiling and floor, all white. There was some black furniture; a black simple desk with a black swivel chair, a black metal file cabinet next to a small black bookshelf containing an untidy stack of records and encyclopedias. But what she also saw was almost scary. Sitting in the swivel chair behind the desk was a man in the same kind of black coat that the blue haired man was wearing. This one was white haired, with three spikes, sort of flattened down on top of his past-shoulder-length hair. He was very tan skinned, with narrow, bright yellow eyes that shone florescent in the bright room. He was dark, somewhat scary, and so strangely familiar.
“Good Morning, Sir.” ZZ began in his always charming tone, His eyes still agleam in the light. His hair, now combed into some form of neatness and yet still spiky and gorgeous, shone like a black stallion in the sun. Looking up at him Cora couldn’t help but to stare. “It is a pleasure to meet you.” He said, lowering his head and torso in a slight graceful bow.
“Charmed, Zerexzion.” The white haired man said. Saïx must’ve already told him his name. “Well, I can safely assume that, being a nobody, you have nowhere to go?” His voice was deep, and while not as dry as Saïx, it was still with almost no emotion whatsoever.
“Unfortunately, that’s correct.” ZZ answered. “After all, what place exists for those that do not?”
Xemnas gave an emotionless smile. “Then I suppose you’ll be staying with the Organization for a while, is that right, Number 15?”
“You are much too kind. I am in your debt,” ZZ stood back up and bowed much deeper this time. “Lord Superior.”
Xemnas looked at Cora, intrigue in his otherwise cold eyes. “Hello.” He said in a nice manner. He knew her from somewhere, he was sure of it. Could this have been her? Yes, there was no doubting it, she had to be. The single black streak in her otherwise white hair, the young appearance, the unmistakably Irish facial features, it was all a tell tale sign that this little girl was the key to all his plans.
“Um, h-hi” Cora was unsure how to react. For some reason, she never trusted anyone. ZZ was the only person in the world she was able to trust, and she didn’t even know why. As such, she didn’t trust this new white-haired man, especially not with those cold eyes that looked at her as if she was some kind of strange but useful science experiment.
“Why don’t you wait in the hallway, so you’re friend and I can talk?” Xemnas smiled kindly, making him seem just a bit scarier. Cora had no intention of parting with ZZ, even for a few minutes. She just didn’t feel right being alone in this big white place. She hugged ZZ close to her and shook her head.
ZZ looked down and smiled at her encouragingly. “It’s alright, Kitten. Go on and wait for me, I’ll only be a minute, ok?”
He always knew how to make her listen. ZZ was just so charming and nice, not to mention gorgeous. “O-ok.” She said. “You promise?”
“Cross my chest.” He said. That was their little joke, considering that Nobodies were not supposed to have hearts to cross. That always made her easier about things, even if she didn’t trust this place, ZZ would be right outside the door, so it was ok. She slid off his lap and walked to the door, and ZZ opened the door for her to make sure she was ok just outside. He closed the door and left her, wondering what they had to talk about without her hearing.

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Chapter 4: Comic Relief (Oh, Demyx.)

“OW OW OW OW OW OW OW!!!” An unfamiliar voice was getting louder and closer down the hallway. “Let me GO!! I don’t wanna do my paperwork!”
Cora, who had been staring blankly at the wall with nothing to do, now looked down the hall in curiosity. Saïx was walking down the hall, the stack of files still in his arm, and pulling along another person in the black coat. It was a boy; he looked about 16 years old and was a bit shorter than Saïx. He had a blonde mullet of hair that was almost perfectly in place, except for a few stray hairs from his struggling. Cora couldn’t see what color his eyes were, though, for they were shut tight in a painful wince.
Saïx interrupted the boy’s cries. “Shut up, Demyx. The sooner you do your paperwork the sooner you can go back to goofing off with your sitar or whatever it is you do.”
“But its gonna take FOREVER!!!” Demyx whined.
“Then I suggest you get started.” Saïx opened the door next to Xemnas’ office and pushed him through, following in and closing the door behind him. Cora tilted her head. So that was Demyx. Poor guy, it seemed like he was getting punished in there. Ah, well. It was none of her business, after all. She turned her attention back to the wall she was staring at until ZZ was finished talking to the Superior.

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Chapter 5: But ZZ!!

ZZ stepped out of the office a few minutes later looking quite satisfied with his conversation, whatever it is they were talking about. “Ready to see your new room, Kitten?” he asked as he picked up Cora.
Was ZZ implying that they were going to stay here? And for how long? Cora didn’t trust this place, and she especially didn’t trust the man in that room. He gave her terrible vibrations, as if he was the purest evil. She could’ve sworn he’d done something to her, though she couldn’t prove that she had seen him more then once… Still, these feelings were usually right. “ZZ, we aren’t staying here, right? I don’t like it here.”
“Don’t like it here?” ZZ looked confused. He always seemed slow when it came to situations like this one. “Why don’t you like it here, Honey?
“I just have a bad feeling about this place… I don’t trust it.”
“A bad feeling?” ZZ didn’t seem to believe her, as if she was just making an excuse to leave. “Come on, sweetie, give it a chance. Besides, this is going to be our home for a while, unless you’d rather take a chance with the evil flying bat monkeys outside.”
Cora didn’t bother this time to insist that evil flying bat monkeys didn’t exist. She really didn’t want to hear another rant about them right now. “But ZZ,-”
“But ZZ nothing.” He cut in. “Just for a while. You’ll learn to like it here. Trust me.”
She decided to take the stubborn approach, even though it almost never worked anyway. “No!” She folded her arms in disdain. “I hate you!”
“Yes, yes, hate me then.” ZZ replied, starting to walk away from the office. “Bye, Kitten.”
“Ah! Wait!” She called and ran after him. She may have been totally pissed at him for making them stay in such an ominous place, but she didn’t want to be left alone in it either. They went down the same hallway that they had used to get to room number 8, but walked a little further this time. It seemed that the hall had gotten longer, like there were more rooms now. They got to two rooms across from each other, one with the number 15 on the door, and across from it, number 16. ZZ opened the door of the 16th room and coaxed her inside.
“This is your room dear.” ZZ said in his charming voice. “Please try to get used to it for me?” His eyes lit up sweetly, as if Corax could drink the sweet red out of them like cherry soda. His charm really wasn’t fair.
Cora sighed, unable to stay mad at him for long. But best believe she would play mad at him for quite a while to punish him. “Fine, but if it’s my room then get out!” She pouted, sitting on the very plain bed and glaring at the plain white carpet. “And close my door on your way.”
ZZ played along, calling her bluff. “Fine. See you later then.”
“Much later!” She huffed as he left.
Cora stayed in her room all day, not even bothering to answer when ZZ called her out for dinner. She didn’t come out at night, either. She was able to go without eating for days if she wanted to. Unfortunately, it had been days already. That next day at about noon, she decided she might as well go and find some breakfast. She looked into the open door across the hall, ZZ’s room, only to see that his bed was well made and his room was perfectly clean- and empty. Maybe ZZ was off getting food, too, or making friends with the other 14 (she guessed 14 because there must’ve been the same amount of people here as rooms) nobodies here. It looked like she was going to have to find the kitchen alone.
She made her way down the white hallway, passing two more numbered rooms in decreasing order; Fourteen and Thirteen. At the end of the hall, she came to a circular room with a few recreational items; a white couch, a few white lazy chairs, a couple of low coffee tables, and the first things she’d seen with significant color, a few different colored throw pillows strewn about. In one corner was a small television set that wasn't being watched. She turned her attention to the right a little at one of the small tables, and saw two cloaked figures sitting on two of the pillows playing cards.
“Four Aces.” Said one of them. He was a tan member, with piercings up his ear and pale, short, blond hair with a matching goatee. His clear blue eyes gleamed in a winning smirk as his jaw tilted up with pride.
“I swear you cheat!” The other complained. This one seemed to be a bit taller, and was paler than the first. He had dark dread locks that hung down his shoulders, some gathered into a ponytail on the top of his head. His dark eyes blinked in frustrated confusion as he started to clean the cards up, sharply throwing one at the other man with what looked like a powerful strength, as if the wind had carried it right into the blonde's face.
“I play as fair as you do.” He said, making a slight movement with his hand and somehow making an ace pop out from under the paler man’s sleeve. “Since when are there five aces in a deck?” He asked. “If you’re going to cheat, cheat right.” He cleaned up the rest of the cards in the same way that he’d handled the ace and then began shuffling them in mid air, doing fancy tricks.
Cora didn’t stay long to watch, lest either of them become interested enough to notice her. She didn’t want to know any of these people, no mater how long she had to stay. She found the doorway into the kitchen and went in, swerving around two more nobodies whom she hoped wouldn’t bother to notice her either. Going into the fridge, she found a quite large plate of leftover bacon and took it out. At least that was a good thing. If there was one thing that could wake her up, and at least make her feel a little better about all this stupid shit, it was bacon, and some coffee. She sat the plate on the table and looked over at the counter for a coffee machine. There was one there, but unfortunately, it was empty. Christ. She was going to have to look for everything. Being a short 4’ 7”, she checked all the bottom cabinets and drawers first, at the very least finding the filters. Looking around the room first, she spotted the coffee grinds on top of the fridge and started pushing a chair over.
“Oh!” One of the nobodies had noticed her. “I’m sorry, here, let me help you.” He said as he took the coffee grinds from the top of the fridge. He was only a bit taller than she was, but definitely tall enough to make a big difference in reach. Cora looked up to see exactly who this was, and nearly became captured in his crystalline blue eyes. This sensation that made her continue to look was strange, and yet so oddly familiar to her. It was as if she was staring into a crystal ball, and seeing nothing but unsure beauty. She finally broke out of her trance, however, only to find out how completely gorgeous this creature was. Just above his eyes sat waves of golden blond hair, spiky enough to look boyish, and yet soft enough to give an accent of sweet personality. His bright, olive-kissed skin didn't shine, but somehow glowed magnificently, even in the white, artificial light that radiated from the lights in such a drab, insanely plain castle. He smiled as he handed her the coffee. “I’m Roxas, and this is Xion.” He said with a cheerful, Jessy McCartney singsong voice, pointing at the ever so slightly shorter nobody who was sporting short black hair and nearly the same color of blue eyes. “You must be one of the new nobodies.”
“H-hi.” She stuttered. “Yes, I am.... Um, thank you.” Corax was often like this with people. ZZ had often called her his ‘Shy Kitty.’ Perhaps, she realized, she’d avoided talking to those other nobodies for more than one reason. She looked down at her feet, feeling the heat at her face and realizing she was blushing. She went back to the coffee maker and started filling the filter, and realized she’d forgotten a social queue. “Oh, uh, I’m... Cora, by the way.” She said without looking back toward him.
“That’s a nice name, Cora.” He replied. “Oh, I just remembered, whoever saw you first was supposed to tell you to come to the Superior’s office when you were ready.” He gave her another encouraging smile, seeing the nervous look on her adorable face. “Do you want me to lead you there when you’ve finished eating?”
For lack of another answer choice, as it seemed, and for the fact that she was too embarrassed at the moment to speak clearly, she simply nodded slowly in approval and started fixing up her coffee mug.
After polishing off the plate of cold bacon and the cup of sugar with a little coffee in it, Cora put her plate in the sink and began to follow Roxas back down the hallway that ZZ had brought her down early yesterday morning.Remembering the face of the ‘Superior,’ the white hared man with his dark skin and narrow venom-yellow eyes, she began to panic a little bit. She didn't want to see him again, especially not without ZZ to protect her. Cora could have sworn she’d seen that man before, and not on good terms. But as they got there, she simply decided to keep her head down and bear the anxiety for the few minutes that he needed to see her for.
Roxas knocked on the white door. “Lord Superior, Cora’s awake.”
“Good.” Called the deep voiced Nobody from inside. “Send her in, please.”
Roxas gave Cora one more encouraging smile. “I guess I’ll wait out here for you if you want,” he offered. “I’ve already filled my quota for the day.”
Whatever that meant, Cora forced a half-smile back and nodded for him to stay. She then stepped inside the door, a metal spring closing it behind her.
“Hey, Kitten!” a familiar voice piped up. ZZ, finally. She looked up at him and smiled, jumping up and sitting on his lap.
“Hi, ZZ.” She replied. It was good to see someone she knew well, and she thanked whatever luck she’d just gotten in having him with her while the Superior was in the room.
“Afternoon, Corax, or shall I say Number 16?” Xemnas began with a light, dry chuckle, and when Cora didn't answer, he just continued. “How are you enjoying your stay so far?”
Cora shrugged. What could she say, that she hated it there? That ZZ was being a moron for making the two of them stay here in this weird castle full of strange people? Because that was exactly what she wanted to say.
“Well, I do hope it turns out to be a comfortable situation for you soon.” He continued. “In fact, you’ll have even more time to get to know everyone now, isn't that right, ZZ?”
ZZ’s face became apologetic. “That’s correct, sir.” He said. “I’ll be going off on a little extended mission, Cora Honey.”
Cora froze. No, this wasn't happening. She was NOT getting left here alone, that wasn’t possible! She must have heard wrong, yes, that sounds more accurate, she heard him wrong. ZZ had said that both of them were going away. Away from this freaky castle, together. Yes. She forced herself to calm down. “When do we leave then, ZZ?” She said in her best chill voice.
“No, Baby,” ZZ replied. “I think you heard me wrong. I’m leaving, you have to stay.”
All of it settled in her mind. ZZ had said that he was leaving, going away, leaving her here, leaving her with these strange people and with that awful, strange and familiar man. ZZ was betraying her. This wasn’t happening, it just wasn’t!
“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” She blurred out in one breath the moment she’d gained control of her voice. “YOU’RE GOING AWAY! YOU’RE FUCKING LEAVING ME HERE WITH THESE.... THESE... I DON’T EVEN KNOWS, AND FOR HOW FUCKING LONG, ZZ?!”
She didn’t wait to hear the answer. Instead she continued to scream at him for even thinking of leaving her alone. “YOU’RE JUST ABANDONING ME! JUST DROPPING ME OFF LIKE SOME ORPHAN FROM THE STREET, AREN’T YOU?” The tears started to fall from her pale cheeks. “THAT WAS IT, WASN'T IT?” Her voice broke. “That was your plan all along.” She whimpered. “Just use me to get us out of that damned Keyblade Graveyard and dump me here!” She let out more pain, pounding on his chest several times in despair. “You’re not even coming back are you?!?”
“Kitten, Kitten, please!” ZZ hugged her. “Of course I’m coming back for you. Don’t I always come back?” He gave her a smile. “I just need you to stay here for a little bit while I go on a little mission, so to speak.”
“I DON’T BELIEVE YOU!” She screamed, jumping down off of his lap and looking away, sulking.
ZZ sighed. “I figured she’d react like this.” He stood up. “She probably wont talk to me until I get back. Or later.” He knelt by her side just behind her and kissed her cheek. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, Kitten. I promise.”
Cora didn't say anything. She didn't say a word even after he got up and left the office, leaving her alone with the creepy white-haired man. All she could do was fight back the tears that were coming up so strongly and rapidly.
Xemnas sighed. “Well, don’t worry about him.” He said, shoving some papers into some bland tan folders and sticking them in a filing cabinet. “It’s not like the feelings you are portraying are real, anyway.” He stood up and led her out the door by her shoulder and noticed Roxas still waiting outside for her. “Oh, good, Roxas.” He commented. “Since you’re here, can you take her around the castle? Just through the housing floor, if you please. We don’t need her hurting herself with the weaponry, propulsion systems, and well, basically everything else in the castle.”
“Yes, sir.” Roxas agreed, trying to seem like he didn't notice the look on Cora’s face.
“Oh, and you can drop her off with Axel whenever you see him.” Xemnas said. “He just got in about an hour ago. He’s probably off asleep somewhere.”
“Okay.” Roxas replied, and giving Cora his cheerful smile, took her hand and tugged her along. “Come on, Cora.”