Não sei se alguem por aqui já jogou este magnifico jogo mas espero que gostem da minha fanfic ^-^

Oh, antes que me esqueça, está em inglês :D
Começe o espetaculo!

Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.

Ixogod; a fifteen year old, dark brown haired, black eyed boy came to Castle Oblivion on a dark, stormy night by order of Xemnas, leader of Organization XIII.
“This better be worth it.” Ixogod muttered, as he came to the door of Xemnas’ room. He raised his hand to knock, but didn’t have the chance, for the door opened before him to reveal a black cloaked figure sitting upon a tall marble throne.
“What are you waiting for?” Xemnas asked, as he raised his hand to Ixogod, “Come. In!”
Ixogod frowned, but stepped in anyway. Getting on Xemnas’ bad side wasn’t such a good idea at this time.
“Why do you require my talents…Xemnas?” he asked, as he crossed his arms over his black-jacketed chest and twisted his silver coin necklace around in his fingers.
A low, hollow chuckled echoed from the shadows of Xemnas’ hood.
Ixogod frowned.
“You should be honored that I would even call upon you, you worthless piece of slim.” Xemnas said, as he pushed himself up to his full height. He walked over to Ixogod, lifted his hands to his hood and pushed it down to his shoulders.
Xemnas’ silver hair flopped down his shoulders; his copper eyes gleamed with malice as he smirked at Ixogod.
Ixogod ignore the comment and unfolded his arms, “So…what do you want?”
Xemnas’ smirk turned into an evil grin as he crossed his arms.
“A thorn in my side. He has caused a lot of trouble for my cause. He must be eliminated.” Xemnas’ face seemed to darken at the very mention of this ‘thorn’.
Ixogod’s face lightened up with evil grin.
“All right. But, I don’t work for free.”
Xemnas pushed his arm into his sleeve, and when it emerged his gloved hand was glittering with crystal munny.
Ixogod’s eyes shone with greed as Xemnas placed the munny in a black pouch.
“Who and where?” Ixogod asked.



“Roxas, it meant nothing.” A brunette haired girl yelled to a honey colored, spiky haired boy. Roxas ignored her and kept running down Market Street, Twilight town.
His white jacket and black, zip-up, muscle vest flapped over his muscular torso, his black and white baggy pants scuffed against each other while his black shoes with red laces ran down the slopping hill.
Roxas had caught his so-called girlfriend kissing his so-called best friend, Hayner. He felt like, if he had a heart, it would have been stabbed at that very moment.
”Trixks was supposed to love me”, He thought, while he turned down a bend to an alley.

“Roxas.” Trixks shouted. Her mini black short-shorts – that hung low enough to give a glimpse of her G-string straps - hugged her thighs, while her red tank top – that hovered over her belly button - with black spaghetti straps hanging over her shoulders and upper arm, covered her torso. Her black, leather chocker gleamed in the twilight while her shuriken necklace shone at the base of her neck.

Trixks had been waiting at the Usual spot for Roxas to come back with her eighteenth birthday surprise. She had been waiting a while until two warm hands covered her eyes. Trixks smiled, and with a giggle escaping her lips she turned – blindly – to her ‘captor’ and kissed him full on the mouth.
Trixks had to admit; she felt a difference coming from Roxas as she moaned through their intertwined lips. Maybe it was the lack of taste of Sea Salt ice cream. Maybe it was the fact that he was a little taller. But what made Trixks open her eyes was neither of them.
What made her open her eyes was the feeling of a heartbeat beneath her chest.
When she finally opened her eyes, she saw, not blue sapphire eyes but chocolate brown eyes gazing lovingly at her.
“Hayner?!” Trixks gasped, as she backed away and fingered her mouth, the sensation in her stomach turned from butterflies to sickness.
Trixks had heard a low gasp, and turned to see a stunned Roxas holding something in a knuckle whitening grasp.
“Roxas, I-” but before she could explain Roxas hmphed, turned and ran out the Usual spot leaving behind a bitten-by-remorse Hayner, and a heart-broken Trixks.


Roxas continued on, he wanted to get away from her. Throw away the reason for his excitement – that he still had clasped in his hand – and be done with Trixks.
Roxas groaned, and shouted to Trixks, “Go away!”
Trixks almost did. Roxas had never shouted at her like that before. There was real hate in his voice.
But Trixks knew that was impossible: Not only for him to hate her, but to hate at all. Unless…

Trixks stumbled after Roxas no matter what he said or did she would always follow him. Through the good times and the bad, she would follow him to the ends of the earth.
Trixks shock her head, her sorrowful face turned to a frown as she felt the air’s force strengthen against her as she speed up to catch up with her love.
“Roxas. Let. Me. Ex-plain.” She said, as she tried to reach his side. But no matter how fast she went; Roxas would always just be beyond her reach.
“Leave me alone!” Roxas grunted, as he rushed down the stairs to the Sandlot.
Trixks sighed and leapt over the few feet distance between Roxas and herself and grasped his waist.
With a loud ‘Thudd’ they hit the ground together, knocking the air from their lungs.
“Now,” Trixks groaned, let go of his waist, and pushed herself up onto her - no doubt - bruised knees. She looked down to Roxas; his arms looked as though they had tried to reach out for something of support, his heaving sides came at an uneasy pace while his head lay on its side, turned away from her.
“Roxas. Please, listen to what I say;” Trixks saw him shift, but his head stayed on the ground, she sighed and continued, “I’m sorry. I thought it was you. You know Hayner’s just a friend, to you and me. You see, after you left…”

Roxas heard Trixks voice quiver, as she explained to him what had happened. Roxas didn’t want to forgive her he wouldn’t forgive her. He thought this, right up until…
“I love you.”
Roxas’ mouth gaped; he had never heard her say those words, especially to him. And as she said it, he could’ve sworn that he felt something thud in his chest.
Roxas pushed himself up, and then turned to Trixks with a look of shock.
Trixks’ face however wasn’t facing him. It was looking away in pain. A red tint colored her sun-kissed checks, while her brown fringe sheltered her tearful eyes.
“W-What did you say?” Roxas croaked, as he struggled to steady his voice. Why was it such a shock to him? He should’ve known all along that she loved him? But…she had never actually said it. Not like that.

Trixks’ face dulled of all colour as she turned to look back at Roxas. His hair looked even scruffier than usual, while his checks were red: whether from skidding on the ground or…from what she said, she didn’t know. Trixks dragged her knees up to her chin and rested on them, while her black fingerless-gloved hands hugged them. With one last cooling sigh, she looked Roxas straight in the eye and said
“I. Love. You.”
Roxas felt sick. He had waited so long for her to tell him that. And now that she did, he realized it was under the worst circumstances.
Roxas’ face hardened as he pushed himself up to his feet and dusted off his dirty pants and elbows.
“Are you just saying that to make me forget what you just did?” he growled.
Trixks looked hurt. But Roxas, trying as hard as he could not to care, didn’t move to comfort her.
“No. No. I mean it. It has nothing to do what happened.” Trixks begged as she leaped to her feet and threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into a loving embrace. Roxas couldn’t help but flinch with the sudden movement, while his insides leaped, “I truly love you.” she continued, “I…can’t go on without you. Please, believe me.”
Again something thudded in Roxas’ chest, but very faintly.
Trixks started to sob into his shoulder. Roxas’ face softened as he gazed at her trembling figure. He had never seen her cry like this before. Just to see her in this state made him feel that pinch of an emotion called guilt.
Roxas cursed the emotion in his mind. Whenever he got close to Trixks’ heart, he would always feel the slightest touch of emotion. He was starting to see why it wasn’t so good to have emotions. They left you defenceless at times, and with other times, blind to the things happening around you. Maybe it wasn’t that great to have a heart after all.

Roxas lifted his ringed hand to Trixks’ head and stroked it as she continued to sob into his shoulder. Roxas sighed then, finally giving in, he put a comforting arm around her waist, while his left hand continued to stroke her hair, and hoped that she would stop crying.

Trixks slowly became aware of the warmth covering her bare back and lifted her tear stained face to look at Roxas worried expression.
Roxas looked away shamefully; he couldn’t stare into those crystal blue eyes without having more emotions stir in his stomach.
“I’m s-so-sorr-” Trixks tried to apologize as she felt that Roxas was still angry at her, but Roxas stopped her from saying anymore as he pressed his lips to hers.
Trixks almost gasped by the sudden movement and display of affection. Her arms snaked their way up his fore arms and onto his shoulders as she closed her eyes, depended the kiss, and moaned through her teeth. While her heart was going a hundred miles an hour her stomach felt as if butterflies were dancing inside, again.
Time seemed to stop as Roxas lowered his hands to rest on her hips as she backed up, trying not to trip over her own feet.
Then with a soft ‘thudd’ Trixks’ back found the wall while her arms cupped her lover’s face.

But unfortunately their lungs couldn’t hold it any longer. Roxas and Trixks’ lips broke apart desperate for air. While Trixks' arms slipped down to rest once more on Roxas’ shoulders, Roxas' hands slipped up to rest on the wall either side of Trixks’ head.
“I…love you.” Trixks said, as she caught her breath and stared into Roxas’ deep eyes with love.
Roxas pulled himself up and smiled lovingly at his girlfriend. But at that very moment, his stomach tightened.
“Oh no. Where is it?” Roxas panicked as he looked from his hand to the floor than to his pocketed.
Trixks on the other hand was now confused. What was he searching for?
“What’s wrong?” she asked as he ran off a bit, and looked frantically around where they had fallen.
“Your…present.” Roxas grunted as he searched for it.
”Why didn’t I put it in my pocket?” Roxas thought as he mentally hit himself for being so careless, “Now I’ll probably never find it again”.

Suddenly Trixks head shot up at the sound of hollow chuckling.
It filled her with dread as it echoed around her. It seemed like it was coming to her from every angle.
Roxas glared at the unknown source and leaped to Trixks’ side and grasped her hand.
“Come on. Let’s get back to the Usual Spot.” Roxas said in a low whisper as his eyes darted from one way to the other.
Trixks was frozen though; she couldn’t even return the reassuring hand squeeze he gave her.
The voice continued to echo until…it stopped.
Trixks’ gasp was cut off as the sound of ringing metal came from above. Before she could look up again, Roxas shouted, “Look out!” and leaped, just in time, to the side with Trixks held in his arms.
They turned to look where they had just been standing moments ago. There, buried in the ground was a metal alloy spear glistening in the darkening twilight.
“Now! Run!” Roxas shouted as he wrapped his hand around Trixks’ and pulled her along as he ran back up the stairs and back up the alley to the Usual Spot.

A shadow leapt down from the tall building and pulled the spear free from the ground. With a sound like a rushing stream, the spear shrunk and formed… a coin.

Roxas gasped for air as he and Trixks came to a stop in the Usual Spot.
What was going on? They had just been attacked, but…why?
Trixks’ gift was far from Roxas’ mind now. The only thing that mattered now was Trixks herself.
Roxas looked lovingly at Trixks as he grabbed her hand and held it in both his own.
Trixks looked from his hand to his face as her breathing became regular again.
Roxas looked towards the entrance, then without a word, he kissed Trixks’ plump lips and frowned at what he had planned next.
Trixks pulled away first. This wasn’t the time for kissing, they had just been attacked.
“Please, forgive me.” Roxas said, and before Trixks could ask, Roxas scoped her into his arms and ran to the very corner of the room, dropped Trixks down and wrapped the rope, hanging from the couch, around her wrist and ankles and tied to the pillar at the wall.
Trixks gasped as she tried to pull her arm and legs free.
“What are you doing, Roxas?”
Roxas’ face saddened as he took off his white jacket, rolled it up like a blindfold and tied it over Trixks’ mouth muffling her shouts of complaints.
Roxas looked down on her and…a tear fell down his check.
“I don’t want you to get hurt. This is the only way.” And with that Roxas turned and pushed the old ripped sofa in front of her. Hiding her from view.

Tears of terror started to free-fall from her eyes as Trixks tried to pull her arm free.
She wasn’t going to leave Roxas alone to fight this…monster. She had told him that. She couldn’t go on without him. She wouldn’t go on with him.
Trixks shook away her tears and tugged more forcefully at the rope. But it didn’t work.


Roxas wiped away the single tear from his check and scowled at the entrance of the Usual Spot.
It wasn’t much longer until the curtain flapped away and a dark figure stepped into the spot.
Roxas flung his hands up by his sides as a light engulfed them and two Keyblades appeared. Oblivion and Oathkeeper.
The dark figure chuckled and lifted his hand to his neck and pulled a silver coin from its chain and threw it up. Before his eyes, Roxas saw the coin morph into a chakram and drop down, eye-level with Roxas.
“Found you at last.” The figure said. Dark eyes glistened like fire as they followed Roxas. Roxas didn’t back down though, he was determined not to let Trixks down. He wouldn’t let this person find her. And…kill her.
“Ah, but I see one is missing. Where’s the birthday girl?” The figure looked around the room with a smirk upon his face, “I wanted to give her this.”
Roxas gasped as the figure lifted up a small leathery box about the size of two fingers put together. It was his gift. Roxas’ gift to Trixks.
His…engagement ring.
The figure chuckled as he threw the box to the floor at Roxas’ feet.
“The name’s Ixogod. And…you must be Roxas, am I right?”
Roxas bent down and picked up the box, not taking his eyes off his opponent. Then slowly as he placed the box in his back pocket, and he nodded.
“Thought so,” Ixogod smiled gleefully as his chakram spun in front of him.
“What do you want?” Roxas growled as he took a step back and followed Ixogod’s chakram with keen eyes.
“It’s not what I want. It’s what Xemnas wants.” Ixogod corrected,
“Xemnas?”
“Yeap. You’ve been a – and I quote – ‘thorn’ in his side for quite some time now. Now he wants you gone.”
Roxas frowned. Of course, Xemnas would always get some one else to do his dirty work for him.
“What’s in it for you?” Roxas asked as he raised his Keyblades a little higher.
Ixogod chuckled and crossed his arms as his chakram began to spin around his body. “Wouldn’t you like to know? Too bad, I ain’t gonna tell you.”
Then with a flash of silver his chakram went shooting across the room. Roxas didn’t have enough time to move. Before he knew it, he was on the floor holding his torn arm, trying desperately to stop the blood flowing freely from his shoulder.
Ixogod chuckled as his bloodstained chakram came back to him and morphed back into a coin and rested in the palm of his open hand.


Trixks couldn’t take it any longer. She wasn’t just going to stay here, cowering in a corner, waiting for the final blow to come. Not if she had something to say about it.
Trixks grunted through the material in her mouth, took her free hand, and tried to loosen off the rope that bound her wrist.
It wasn’t working, and she was running out of time. She heard another horrible slouching sound of flesh being cut by metal, and a cry of pain coming from Roxas made her wince. It was as if she had received the blow as well.
Roxas’ voice was faint but clear, as Trixks dug her nails into the knot Roxas had made.
“If you think killing makes you a better person, then go ahead.”

”No!” Trixks shouted in her mind as the knot loosened and she slipped her wrist and feet out of the lopes in the rope.
Trixks ripped off Roxas’ jacket, blindfold, and leaped over the sofa.


Roxas readied himself for the final blow. Both of his arms were now dripping crimson blood, painting the floor red around him. Ixogod’s coin slowly grew and grew until it resembled a scythe. An eight-foot long, silver alloy, double-edged scythe.
But before Ixogod could bring it down on the kneeling Roxas. A figure in red and black came forth and sheltered Roxas in a warm embrace.
“No.” Trixks shouted as she threw her arms around Roxas’ shoulders and stared at Ixogod with a stern expression.
“Ah, there you are.” Ixogod lifted his scythe and smirked at the pair, “Naughty, naughty, Roxas: Hiding her from me like that…”
Roxas looked at Trixks with horror. Now she was in danger. Roxas gulped and turned to Ixogod, as he tried not to shake.
“Please, leave her be. Let her go.”
“Sorry, man. No can do.” Ixogod almost looked sorry. But they knew better than to trust a face. His intentions were clear, “Xemnas said no witnesses.”
Trixks turned to look at Roxas, as he lifted his arm to Trixks’ face and whispered, “Leave while you still can. I’ll distract him.”
Trixks shook her head in shock.
“No! I’m not leaving you. I love you.” Trixks ignored Roxas’ supposed sadness and kissed his lips, one…last…time.

Ixogod rolled his eyes and said while he leaned on his scythe, “You gotta be kidding me. He’s a Nobody! He can’t even love you back. Why even deny that you too aren’t for each other. It would’ve never worked out.”

Trixks pulled her lips away from Roxas and looked at Ixogod with a frown.
“Well, its true…Roxas can’t feel love for me.” Ixogod smiled, glad that she could see it his way, “But. That doesn’t mean I can’t love for him. I love him,” she turned to look back at Roxas as his chest thudded again more loudly, “I always have…and always will.”
Ixogod pushed himself off his scythe, pulled it up so it was hanging over his shoulder but stopped as he saw the look in Trixks eyes. It confused him. What was the cause of the bright glisten in her eye? Was it love?

Trixks forced the side of her mouth to go up as she stroked her lover’s hair. His eyes held such wonder to her. There was no doubt in her mind that this would be their last moment.
But could Roxas accept it, she wondered.
Roxas lifted his hand to stroke Trixks check. Then stopped and reach into the back pocket of his pants.
He gazed down to the black leathery box in his hand then at Trixks’ loving eyes.
“This was for you…” he said as he pushed it into her hand, “My surprise.”
Trixks raised an eyebrow and looked down at the box in her hand. She flipped the top and couldn’t help but gasp.
A glistening, three caret, heart-shape diamond ring shone before her eyes. An engagement ring.
“Oh…Roxas. I-”
Roxas shook his head with a smile; he didn’t need to be told. He already knew her answer.
Roxas pulled the ring out from the box and slipped it onto Trixks’ ring finger.
Trixks’ eyes, brimmed with tears, glistened as she gazed into Roxas’ sapphire eyes.
“If we go… We go together. Forever as one.”
Trixks smiled at his words and embraced him as she heard the sound of metal whipping through the air.
“I love you, too.” Roxas said as the pounding in his chest began pounding like crazy.
Trixks eyes widened, but then she relaxed with a smile as she felt his heart beet against her own.

Ixogod frowned. Then he brought his scythe down with a ‘slurch’ and the lovers died in each others arms. But they had been happy right to the very last moment. Now lying on the floor, they looked like they had died peacefully, almost as if they had taken their last breath in sleep.
Ixogod face darkened then he walked out, leaving the Twilight world. Leaving with new regret and…sadness.

~~~~The Next Day~~~~

Ixogod stood upon the Twilight clock tower looking over the scene of a mournful funeral taking place just before the Haunted Mansion.
Eerie sobs and cries meet his ears as they rode the wind from the mansion.
“No reward is worth what I have done,” Ixogod said as he dropped the munny from his black pouch over the edge of the tower. Then he cradled his head in his hands and cried as he said
“What…have I done?”


Espero que tenham gostado
O proximo capitulo virá em breve.

P.S se tiverem duvidas sobre as personagens... peguntem, não tenham vergonha =)

Gostei da fic, mas não é nada pêra doce fazer uma fic sobre um jogo cuja historia já é tão boa. Adorei que uses bastante a Organização XIII, acho que merecem sempre bom destaque.
É pena a fic ser em inglês porque nem toda a gente é amiga dessa lingua e sim talvez uma breve descrição sobre as personagens da historia ajudasse a malta a perceber melhor a fic. Nem é muito difícil fazer isso com sites como a wikipedia com a informação toda.
Estarei á espera do proximo capitulo.

Fixe, alguem k gosta!

Ok, já deves conhecer os personagens que aparecem no jogo né?

Aqui está a info dos outros 2:

Trixks: a Nobody de uma amiga minha que eu conheci noutro site. É uma Roxas-fangirl, dai a personagem dela ser namorada dele. Ela é o membro 14 da Organização (Já não são 13 anymore XD) O poder dela era: tinha visoes, podia ver o passado e o futuro, alem de ser rapida e esquiva, tinha 2 adagas como arma

Ixogod: O meu Nobody. Membro 15 da Organização, o "Vengeful Metalbender" O seu poder e personalidade está descrito no meu RPG se quiseres ver. Partilha uma relação amorosa com a Larxene, para inveja do Marluxia

Oh e antes k me esqueca, pa evitar confusões... a historia passa-se um universo paralelo ao do jogo, onde o Roxas nunca se voltou a unir com o Sora. Todos os membros da organização estão vivos =) Axo que nao me exquesi de nada.
De resto a historia concorda com o jogo; os mesmos personagens excepto o Sora, Kairi e o Riku (esses estão fora) para alem da Trixks e do Ixogod irei acrescentar mais uns quantos; os mesmos mundos (vou acrescentar um ou dois do universo da Disney)

Espero não te ter confundido e espero k gostes =)

Sim ja conheço o jogo todo, até porque joguei os três kingdom hearts. Ou seja o Chain of memories também incluído na lista.
Acho mesmo fixe decidires que todos os membros da organização ainda estejam vivos quando a minha membra preferida tinha morrido no jogo chain of memories e nem apareceu no Kingdom hearts 2.
Já agora sobre o facto de haver um 14º e 15º membro da organização é engraçado mas curiosamente já chegaste tarde xD. Porque durante o tempo entre o chain of memories e o KH2 acontece a entrada da Xion a 14ª membra da organização. Mas no KH2 ela já nao tá, acho que será tudo respondido no jogo KH: 358/2 days que sairá la no próximo ano.
Se por acaso quiseres informação sobre ela podes ir ver aqui:
http://kingdomhearts.wikia.com/wiki/Xion

E não, não me confundi nada porque estou bem dentro do universo e historia do Kingdom hearts. Mas acho que seria aconselhável mostrares imagens e informação assim sobre a vida e personalidade das personagens do jogo que entram na fic. Porque é um pouco difícil entrar na fic como deve ser sem saber isso. Mas aconselho a malta ler porque está a ficar interessante.

brigado ^^
na verdade eu comesei a escrever isto ANTES de existir Xion :D
Tenho noutro site :)

Amanha submeto outro capitulo ok?

Sim, ja deduzi que tivesses escrito isso ha algum tempito. Poe o próximo quando puderes, não te garanto que o possa ler nos próximos dias mas que irei ler quando puder lá isso irei.
Até tou com curiosidade de ver que mundos disney escolheste.

:D

Ok ok ok, 2º capitulo ^^

Arrependimento...


The raven-haired Nobody stopped crying, a voice in his head scolding him.

“Stop crying you fool!! What the hell is wrong with you!?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Ixogod thought to himself “Those two stood against me to the very end; that girl Trixks, she protected him with her very existence… was their love… really that strong?”
“Do you have any idea of what you’re saying!? They were both Nobodies!! Just like yours, their so called “feelings” were fake!”
“Then, how do you explain what I feel now?”
“Regret? Please… You are the Vengeful Metalbender!! Nº15 in the Organization AND probably one of the most fierce Nobodies that this universe has ever seen!”

Ixogod frowned as he looked once again to the funeral.
His vision caught sight of the three people who were closer to the two coffins. A brown haired girl dressed in a black dress and two boys, both dressed in smoking. The fatter guy had raven-coloured hair just like him while the other had curly blond hair.
However, it had been the girl who had caught Ixogod’s attention: She was holding something pink on her arms, it looked like a blanket. But on closer look he could see that the blanket moved, he also saw a tiny hand “A baby?” Ixogod thought before looking at the girl again, she looked way too young to be mother.
Curiosity in his mind, Ixogod jumped off the tower and landed in the ground below, before start running to the Mansion.

“You know, the girl can be the baby’s sister…” The voice ringed in his head once again “Why do you bother anyways?”
“What, are you in a rush to go back to the castle?”
“No, it’s just you never cared for the friends or family of your victims…”
Ixogod dashed trough the houses and into the woods that leaded to the Mansion.
“That’s because my victims never reacted this way…

Memories of the previous day went by in Ixogod’s mind.

Roxas- “If we go. We go together. Forever as one.”
Trixks smiled at his words and embraced him as she heard the sound of metal whipping through the air.
Trixks- “I love you, too.”

Ixogod felt sickness in his stomach.
“Why do I feel this bad? Is this what people with a heart call regret?” Ixogod stopped and puked against a tree “Urg” he thought, “Every time I think about it, it looks like my throat is being squeezed!!”
Ixogod reached the Mansion’s perimeter but remained hided in the trees.
Almost everyone had left, the only ones left being the two boys and the girl.
Ixogod tuned his ears, trying to hear what they were saying.
“But what will happen to Trixks Junior?” –the brunette asked to the blond boy.
“What do you mean Olette? We will take care of her of course!”
“Yeah, if we work together I’m sure we’ll find a way to raise her properly” –the chubby boy added.
“Yes I know” the girl named Olette said “but…”
“What?”
“You know, she was in the Usual Spot along with…” The girl tried to hold the tears back “Roxas and Trixks corpses.”

Ixogod froze when he heard this sentence.
“It is a miracle that the murderer didn’t try to kill her”
“Probably because he didn’t found her” the blond boy said with a growl “If I ever meet that son of a bitch, I’ll make sure that he will pay dearly or my name is not Hayner”
Ixogod gasped.
The blond kid was right; the only reason that the baby was alive now it was because he had failed to spot her… and Xemnas had said clearly “No witnesses”.
If the baby was in the room when it happened, that made of her a witness. If Xemnas discovered this… Ixogod shivered.
“What are waiting for, you idiot? Finish the job now!!”
“What!?”
“Oh come on; the three of them are no challenge to your Metalbending! Kill them and the baby” The voice looked like it was panicking “Before THEY decide to show up and do it themselves!!”
“…No…”
It was the voice’ turn to scream “WHAT!?”

Ixogod could hear a low “tum-tum” inside of himself.

“I’ve killed that kid’s parents, I’ve robbed her of the possibility of having a normal childhood” Ixogod was shaking.
“So what!?”
“The two really loved each other… so much, they had a baby together” A tear rolled down Ixogod’s cheek.
“So?!”
“So, when they stood against me, they weren’t only trying to protect themselves, they were trying to protect their offspring.”

“Tum-Tum; Tum-Tum”

“Please don’t tell me…”
“I can’t just stay here and watch while Larxene or Saix tear the baby apart”
“I can’t believe this…”

Memories of when he had a heart went trough Ixogod’s head: His family, his friends, the two cats and the mouse he had as pets, His neighbours, his city… all taken away from him in a single moment.
He remembered how his grandfather had always told him to correct his mistakes.
How could he have forgotten this?
How could he have become the monster he was now? Greedy, soulless, merciless… heartless.

He smiled. He was going to mend what he had done… at least try to…
Grabbing one of his coins, he snapped his fingers and the coin grew thinner and thinner, until it became a silver sheet of paper.
Ixogod had some skill at forging signatures and writing and so he wrote.


I, Trixks, former member of the Organization XIII, along with my boyfriend Roxas, also former member of the organization, am writing this as our last wish and will.
Should something happen to us, leave our daughter to-

Ixogod stopped and thought.
If he was going to run away from the Organization in order to save the baby’s life, it should be a good idea to change his name. If he could only remember his true name…
“Ixogod – X = Iogod; Giood; Doigo; Diogo…
The answer struck him like a beam of lightning: Diogo, that was his real name!!
The low “tum-tum” he had heard before was even louder now.
Ixogod smiled before continue writing – leave our daughter to her godfather Diogo.
We know were being chased and we will do everything to protect her, but in case we should fail… protect our daughter by fulfilling this will.

Signed: Trixks; Roxas

While doing the signatures, Ixogod gave his very best, trying to forge a perfect copy of Trixks and Roxas’ handwriting.
After ending, Ixogod let out a sigh.
“You really are going forward with this madness, aren’t you” the voice asked.
“Yep”
“You are fifteen!!”
“But I look like I am eighteen…”
“And you are dressed in the Organization’ suit!”
“That’s simple” Ixogod opened a portal and took out of it a grey T-shirt and one pair of green pants. He threw the black cloak into the portal of darkness before closing it.
“You are completely insane” The voice told him with a disappointed tune “Turning your back into the Organization because of a baby…”
“I know…”

Ixogod hesitated before going to the trio. Taking a deep breath he found the courage and walked forward.
The raven-haired boy was the first to spot him, walking to them from the entrance of the woods. Even before Ixogod had reached them, the boy shouted: “If you are here for the funeral, you’re too late! It’s over”.
“I know… I’m here for the baby” Ixogod said calmly, before the girl hided the baby’s face against her chest and both boys put themselves between her and himself.
“What!? Who are you!?” Hayner’s eyes shine with anger “What business do you have with her?”
Ixogod closed his eyes and let out a sigh, before opening them, revealing them a face of pure sorrow.
“I…am the baby’s… godfather” Ixogod lied “My name is Diogo”
The three teens’ eyes widened.
“What?!” Olette couldn’t believe her ears.
“Its true…” Ixogod lied once again before showing them the paper he had forged.

After reading it the black-haired boy exclaimed
“This really is Trixks’ signature…”
“But Pence, none of them has ever told us about him” Olette said, pointing his arm at Ixogod “And how do we know you really are this Diogo?”
Ixogod frowned.
“Try Me,” he said.
“Very well, tell us something that only Trixks and Roxas closest friends could know!!” the blond shouted.

They saw him taking a deep breath and then he spoke.
“About Roxas: he was the nº13, The Key of Destiny in the Organization XIII, he loves sea-salt ice-cream, sucks on his thumb when he’s asleep; oh, and his birthday was on June 13; About Trixks: she was the nº14, The Deity of Daggers in the Organization, she hated drunkards and her birthday was on March 23.”
The group was silent.
“Heh, I didn’t know Roxas sucked his thumb” Pence said, “Well, you pass” he said with a smile.
Ixogod smiled, glad he had read Trixks and Roxas’ info when he was still at The Castle That Never Was, but got serious once he felted that Xaldin, Saix and Larxene had left the castle, looking for him. He didn’t have much time now.
“Please, I need to get the child somewhere safe!” he said, in hopes of hasting the delivery process.

The trio looked at the baby one more time. Olette hugged her lovingly “Aww, I’m so going to miss you!!” she said between sobs.
“Quick, the Death Squad is coming!!” Ixogod said in despair.
“Olette… give him Trixks Junior, you have heard him” Pence said with a sad look, tickling the baby’s nose making her laugh.
With tears on her eyes Olette put the baby in Ixogod’s arms.
She had her father’s hair colour, while the eyes were like Trixks’.
She smiled when she look at his face, not knowing she was now being hold by the same hands that had killed her parents.
Ixogod smiled when he looked at the child, and after raising his head he looked at the group one more time.
“Thanks”
“Take care of her, you hear!?” Hayner shouted at his face.
Ixogod first frowned but then smiled “I will” With this he turned around and ran trough a portal, which was closed after he went trough.
“C’mon let’s go home” Hayner said, putting his hand in Olette’s shoulder.
With sadness the trio left the Haunted Mansion.

As soon as they left and got safe into the woods, another portal appeared, coming out of it a blond girl with long, antenna-like strings of hair, a man with long, black hair and finally, one blue haired man with an X shaped scar in his face.
The three members of the Death Squad looked around the area. Besides them it was empty.
“Fuck, he’s already escaped” Larxene shouted, sparks of lightning reflecting her anger “This makes me so MAD!!” she shout.
“The superior will be soo mad…” Xaldin suspired.
Saix growled. He felted Ixogod’s scent in the air, it was recent. They had missed him by a matter of minutes.
“And he took the baby with him… he has betrayed us” He frowned.


Radiant Garden

Ixogod stepped out of the portal.
Before bringing the baby here, he had returned to the base of Twilight Town’s Clock Tower to look for the munny he had decided to throw away. The munny he had got for the lovers death. Cursed munny that could last for a lifetime…
“Sooo, you’re still greedy…” The voice in his head said “I’m sure glad to know that part of you hasn’t changed”
“It is not for me, it is for her” Ixogod said, looking at the sleeping baby with tenderness.
“WHAT!?”
“Look, I got this munny by killing her parents; the least I can do now is to make sure that it is used in her growth.”
“You really have changed, Vengeful Metalbender…”
“Yes I have” Ixogod smiled and felt the Tum-Tum inside of him even more.
He took the hand to his chest and felt a beat “Heh, I had completely forgotten this feeling…”
With the blond baby in his arms, he followed the sign saying “Merlin’s house”.
The old magician was well known for his kindness, even at The Castle That Never Was Ixogod had heard of him. He was sure that Merlin would help him.
“Now, what did that girl called you? Trixks Junior?” Ixogod chuckled with the baby’s smile “We’ll have to think of a better name for you, don’t we?” he said tickling her nose like he had seen Pence doing.
“For now I’ll just call you that…”

Para que não fiquem confusos, Ixogod sofre de personalidade dupla, causa da qual, será explicado mais para a frente ^-^
A personalidade má (Ixogod) matou o Roxas e a Trixks; a personalidade boa (Diogo) tenta remendar esse crime.

Espero que gostem =)

Wouw, that's really... Awesome! v.v

Good work! 8D *claps* Adoro fics inglesas. *.* Estás de parabéns, mesmo. Adorei o teu género de escrita e a história está muito gira e bem desenvolvida. ^^

ps: KINGDOM HEARTS! *.* HELL YEAH! *.*

*polegar pa cima* =D
Brigado, ainda bem que gostaste =)
Amanha faco upload a outro capitulo.

"The Return of the Metalbender"

Eighteen Years later

Thirty-three years old Diogo tasted the meal he was making. It was a little salty but it would have to do. Since the lady who made them the meals had left the town, one month before, he had tried hard to learn how to cook.
He put a little bit of more garlic and tasted it again. The garlic taste disguised the extra-salty flavour. He was happy with this and so he called his teenage daughter.
“Roxanne, Dinner’s ready!!”

The eighteen years old, blond girl arrived quickly and they sat in opposite sides of the small rectangular table. When the girl tasted the soup he had made, she choked and tried to swallow it down.
“Eww dad, what kind of soup is this?” She asked, trying to contain the tears for the soup, other then salty, was extremely spicy.
“I don’t know… it was a recipe Ms. Smith left for us” The raven-haired man looked to the recipe left behind by the good woman “Shrimp Soup, it says” Diogo shivered in disgust “That woman knew I hate shrimp!!”
“Shrimp is good for you!” Roxanne scolded him “Unlike this… thing you made… Dad, you’re one lousy cook!!”

Hearing the girl calling him dad had always made Diogo felted sad inside.
She knew he wasn’t her biological father (he had told her, carefully hiding the fact of “who” had killed her parents) and yet she insisted. And every time she insisted it made him remember of a particular day eighteen years ago.
The last day he had been knew as “Ixogod” and had changed his name to “Diogo”. The day he had meet baby Roxanne and taken her in… All of it in hopes of erasing the dreadful fact that he had been the one making her orphan in the first place.
He was a murderer, no matter how hard he tried to conceal it.
Out of the blue Diogo grinned evilly.
“Hmm, dad, what’s so funny?” Roxanne asked with curiosity.
“Hehehe, I was just thinking… how much do you know about your biological parents’ deaths?”
Roxanne frowned at the question “Apart from what you told me, not much… why?”
“Oh nothing…” Diogo’s grin widened “But, another question: How much do you know about the pills I have to take?”
“They are to make you fall asleep right? You have had insomnia ever since I turned five. The doctor said it was from your work as a lawyer.”

“What a naive child…” He said with a chuckle, playing with his metal necklace in his fingers.
Roxanne got up with an upset face “You said you were not calling me a child anymore!! You know how much I hate that!!” She said with anger in her voice.
Diogo looked at the blond girl with malice in his face. He then got as up as well and the silver necklace stopped in his hand. It then melted and started to morph and grow until it became a scythe. Roxanne’s eyes widened in shock and her jaw dropped as she took one step back. She knew that scythe! She had seen it before… it was the very one that had killed both her mother and father!! Then that meant…

“You have made the connection haven’t you?” Diogo said with a hollow chuckle “The only reason that you are alive now is that I failed to spot you back then… I wont make the same mistake twice!!” He said before leaping the space between them with the weapon in hand.
The last thing he saw from her livid blue eyes was a tear rolling down as she gasped her last words “D-dad…”

As the girl’s corpse fell to the ground and her blood flowed free from its carnal prison, Diogo looked up and let out a malevolent laughter.
“My work is finally complete!! I, IXOGOD, THE VENGEFUL METALBENDER OF THE ORGANIZATION XIII… AM BACK!!!

…

Diogo awakened, his whole body totally sweaty. The morning light entered trough the window and the warm air bathed his whole body.
A nightmare? Or reality? Only one way to find out…
He got up and dashed down the stairs racing for the kitchen. As he entered, this first thing he did was to look at the ground. It was clean; no sigh of blood could be seen. Instead of being dead, he found Roxanne looking at him with curiosity sitting at the dinning table with a spoon full of cereal in her hand. Healthy as a cat.
He sighed in relief and went to the closet to fetch one pill. He needed to calm down. Just sit back and relax.
“Having nightmares again, huh?” She asked with a warm smile as he looked at her in surprise.
“How do you know?”
She giggled at the question “You mean you don’t know? Your screams have waked me up every night for the last months!! I hear you waking up, panting for a while and then you go back to sleep… I have tried to imagine what the hell could it be so scary to the point of making you scream this much…” She shake her head “But… I can’t figure it out what kind of boogieman would make my papa scream like that!”

“Sorry for waking you up Roxie” Diogo tried to force a smile. It came naturally as he remembered what day it was “So… guess what I have got for you…”
“You have suborned my school’s principal and he is giving me A+ in everything” The girl said jokingly as Diogo went to her with a box with three holes on each side.
“Better that that” He said, rolling his eyes as he smiled.
Roxanne saw, trough the holes, a little silver tail moving inside of the box and she gasped. The moment she opened the box she heard a low “Meow” and looking inside of it, her eyes met a black eyed; silver furred kitten looking at her with curiosity.
“Oh… my… God!! Dad you really brought me a kitten!!” Roxanne said as she hugged her foster father “I love him!!!”
“Now hold on!” Diogo said “Remember the rules: you take care of him yourself! I don’t want anymore “Sasha” nor “Willy” business!

The blond girl smiled as she heard the names Sasha and Willy. When she was five she had asked Diogo for golden fishes as a birthday present and he had brought her two (Sasha and Willy). Result: The first time Diogo looked to the aquarium, one week later, both fishes were dead. One of them overfeed, the other starved to death. From that moment on it had been decided: Roxanne was a danger for house pets and no animal would ever live in that house. She had tried really hard and succeeded for him to buy her the cat.
“Deep down I am just a big softie…” Diogo thought for himself when he heard the doorbell ringing.

Outside, a brown haired, eighteen years old boy was looking at him smiling.
“Look if it isn’t Kostas!! So, how are you doing?”
“Very well thanks. Mr. Diogo is Roxanne ready?” The red-eyed boy asked.
“Just a minute!” Roxanne said as she put herself between Diogo and Kostas “Dad, you remember your promise, right?” She looked at him seriously.
“Indeed, I do… Your birthday party is on your account, at the place you want and it ends when you want” He said tapping her shoulder “I know you are responsible, so I won’t worry” He finished with a smile.

After the two left for school Diogo scratched the kitten’s head, making him purr and went for a shower to wash away the sweat.
As he got off the shower and looked into the mirror he saw his reflection smiling evilly at him. Then, a voice that he had not heard for ages ringed in his head.
“Beard; moustache; eighteen years older… is that all natural or are you still running away from the Organization?” The dark, greedy voice of a fifteen years old boy echoed in Diogo’s head “Indeed, I was right when I said you were changed… not only physically… mentally as well…”
Diogo tried to ignore the voice. But it was too stubborn “Aww, c’mon don’t ignore me!! Don’t you miss those golden times were we used to kill for fun? Because, I sure do…
“What, breaking families apart, making widows, spreading sadness… is that what you miss?” Diogo asked his dark side with disapproval in his voice.

“Yes!! I also miss Larxene you know… As do you!”
“You miss that bitch, is it? Well what a shame” Diogo said sarcastically as he took another pill “Keep dreaming, as long as is up to me, you won’t ever see her again…”
“Grrr… You know as well as I that those pills can’t erase me…” Ixogod said as he chuckled “Pills to help you fall asleep, yeah right!! And the girl believed in it!!”
As the pill took effect Ixogod’s voice was muffed and Diogo took a deep breath. He really needed to get some sleep.


Roxanne hugged her friends as they all greet her “Happy Birthday”
She giggled as they asked were they would go to celebrate; “To that new night club that opened last week” she said smiling as some of the girls asked.
“And your father lets you?” “Wow I wish my parents were THAT cool!!”
“What are you going to drink?” One of Kostas’ friends asked her.
“I’m not drinking anything” Roxanne said severely “For some reason I just can’t stand alcohol…”
“But you are dancing, right?”
“Duh, what else is there to do at a nightclub?”


That night the club was full.
Roxanne, Kostas and everybody else danced like there was no tomorrow. Unaware that ten shadowy figures were watching them.
As the new music started, Roxanne pulled Kostas body to herself and danced as close to him as possible. He blushed but followed her example. After all, they were best friends since kindergarten; there was no shame in dancing like that!!
They spin and danced until the club closed.
The two waved goodbye to the rest of the gang and went home together. The ten guys that were watching them were now lying back against the wall of an old building. A dark alley was nearby. As the two friends went past them, the group’s leader, a twenty-five years old man, bold with his whole face full of scars, shouted at them.

“Hey you!! Aren’t you the daughter of that lawyer…”The man stopped and asked one of his men “How was he called again?”
“Diogo…” the other man said promptly.
“Yes, that’s right! Well, are you?” The bold man turned to her and asked.
Sensing danger, Kostas grabbed Roxanne’s hand whispering her “Don’t answer, just walk away!!” But she had pride. Stepping forward, a frowning Roxanne shouted “Yes I am, why does it concern you?”
As he heard the “Yes” the man snapped his fingers and his lackeys quickly grabbed Kostas and Roxanne, dragging them into the alley.
“EEEKKKK!! Somebody help!!” Roxanne shouted as Kostas tried to break free. He was unsuccessful; the thugs outnumbered him in both strength and number.

After a walk in order to calm down, Diogo bend around the corner of the street and saw; eleven meters ahead, two people being dragged, by a gang of thugs, into an alley.
As the girl’s screams reached his ear, his eyes widened in horror, when he understood who it was, so he dashed to the alley’s entrance.

Four men held Roxanne while another five men held Kostas. The boss smirked as he looked to the blond girl.
“What do you want from us!?” Kostas shouted at the man with hate in his voice.
The man looked at him and, smiling, he snapped the fingers again. One of his man chuckled and a loud “crack” was heard followed by a cry of pain. Kostas was now crouched on the floor trying to stop the pain from his broken left arm.
“KOSTAS!!” Roxanne screamed with tears in her eyes as the man walked to her “What do you want?!” She asked between sobs.
“Revenge… Your dear father has ruined my life, you know?”
“WHAT!? He would never do something like that!!!” she said in Diogo’s defence.
The man laughed when he heard this “Oh really?” he said “Did he told you anything about the case he had to solve one year ago?

Roxanne flinched.
“No… he hasn’t… what happened?” She asked, half fearing the answer.
“I shoot a guy out of self-defence but the cops caught me. Your dear father made everything he could to put me in jail. And he was successful… I spended an entire year in jail before I manage to flee… I- my life changed inside those walls… My cellmates… they were brutal, merciless and cruel… You see these scars?” He showed his bare chest and pointed at it then to his face “These weren’t there when I entered in that cell for the first time!!”
Roxanne gulped.
“But now… I have the chance of avenging myself of the man who put me in!! I am going to send him a ransom for the two of you… and if he doesn’t pay…” The man pointed at the crouched Kostas “All of your limbs will have the same destiny as his arm” The look in the man’s face was fearsome and Roxanne tried to avoid eye contact with him.
“But before we send the ransom note…” The man had an insane look in his face “I have always wondered how it is inside of a lawyer’s daughter…” The other men laughed as Roxanne saw in horror what was in the man’s mind. She tried to struggle free as the man’s hand went for her breast.
Kostas, unable to move, closed his eyes and wished for a miracle.

They heard a thunder followed by an inhuman growl. When everyone looked at the alley’s entrance they saw a figure looking at them with a look of madness in his eyes. As quick as sound itself, a silver lance was shot from the creature’s neck and three of the men who were holding Roxanne down were killed as the lance went trough their heads.
As the creature came closer, Roxanne looked up and saw who it was.
“Dad?” She asked in fear as Diogo’s face was lit by the moonlight.
He looked at her and with a chuckle he said “Not quite…” The body was his, but the voice which came out of his mouth was more jovial and yet, more cruel…
“You must be the idiot Diogo sent to jail last year” He said looking at the scarred man.
“What do you mean? You were the one sending me to jail!!” The man shouted, pointing his finger at him.
Diogo looked at the man with and smiled before saying, “Ah, of course you don’t know it… my bad” He said before looking to both Roxanne and Kostas “Are you hurt?”

Roxanne sobbed, tears falling from her sapphire eyes “T-they broke Kostas’ arm… and wanted to rape me!”
“I see…” Diogo smirked before looking at the gang’ boss “Well, I was going to let you go BUT this changes everything!!” He snapped his fingers and the lance flied out the three corpses’ heads and landed behind Diogo. As it land, it started morphing and stretching until it became a wall, blocking any escape from the gang or from the kids. The shock had made the five thugs holding Kostas to drop him, making him land, hissing in pain, by Roxanne’s side.

In total, seven thugs were still alive. They all got the further away from Diogo as possible. Including their leader, they all pushed themselves against the farthest wall as he walked in their direction.
“Ooohhh, the trill… the excitement of killing someone… For how long I have contained the wish… the will… the desire!!!” Diogo licked his lips in a maniacal way as pure madness was revealed in his face “And yet you are only seven… it won’t be fun at all!!” Diogo said before taking some coins out of his left pocket “But know this… It will be as painful as possible!!”
The coin melted and the liquid metal became a giant, transparent sphere, which involved the whole gang. They looked at each other confused and tried to get out of the bubble, only to discover that it was impossible. While it was thin as a piece of paper, it was hard as a wall and it didn’t budge. They tried to blow it with a small knife only to find out that its resemblance with a soap bubble was nothing more than a ruse.

Suddenly the giant bubble started to become smaller and the men quickly got away from its borders but it was of no use. As the space between them became smaller and smaller the scarred man looked at Diogo and saw that he was closing his hand slowly.
The more he closed, the smaller the metallic prison became. The two kids saw pure horror in the man’s face as the bubble became too small for the gang to move.
Merciless, Diogo’s fist kept closing as screams of pain came from inside the bubble.
The “cracks” and “rips” followed soon after as the seven men’s bodies were smashed against each other.
As Diogo’s hand became shut tight, the bubble popped and the men’s remains were spread trough the alley’s floor. The metallic wall behind him was gone and the liquid metal flied to its rightful place: His necklace.

Without a word he helped Kostas and Roxanne getting up and took them home.
Along the path Roxanne was finally able to open her mouth and asked.
“Why dad? Why did you do that?” She asked in shock.
“I needed…” His answer scared her “I haven’t killed anything nor anyone for sooo long!!!” He said with a chuckle “And by the way… Don’t call me dad again…”
“What!?”
“I am not your father and I have a name!”
Roxanne tried to hold her tears back “Diogo?” She asked between sobs.
He stopped and laughed “Nope!! Not Diogo… but Ixogod…”

Ok, a carrada de texto que me fizeste ler, mas se li de rajada é bom sinal.

Curtia conseguir escrever as fics assim tao bem em ingles. So tentei uma vez e não saiu muito mal mas deu o dobro do trabalho.

Se começo a comentar sobre o enredo nao saia daqui porque tem muito por onde se lhe pegue mas estou a curtir. Também quero o meu nome versão Org. XIII xD.

hmm, como será César na Organização. Tenho que pensar.