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FinalHeart Investigations:Chap 3: Zexion and AxelZexion sighed, he didn't want to be here, all he wanted to do was finish his entrance exams and live a crime free life. Fat chance of that happening when his Uncle was one of the biggest crime lords around.
"This way, Lord Zexion." a servant called and lead him through countless rooms before stopping in a large meeting room decorated with Lilacs. The servant gave a small bow and said "Please wait a moment" before leaving the room, presumably in search of his master.
Zexion's curiosity was perked, why would his Uncle call a meeting with him? They hardly ever spoke and when they did it was only for his business, not that Zexion was interested in the family business anyway.
A door clicked and Zexion turned, meeting the gaze of his Uncle. With silver hair and green eyes some would call him handsome, obviously they had no idea about his creepy personality.
"Zexion," Sephiroth said with a smile.
"Uncle." Zexion replied.
"I'll get to the point, then. It's time for you to get involved in the b
FinalHeart Investigations:Chap 2: Banana lollipopsSora groaned and sat up as Ven called his name for what had to be the sixteenth time, "Sora!" he yelled and Sora sat up abruptly knocking heads with Ven and screaming something about Banana flavoured lollipops before falling back down and rubbing his head.
"Oww what was th-" Sora cut off and looked at Ven, taking in the bruise on the side of his face and frowning, "What happened?" he cried sitting up and lightly touching the bruise. Ven winced and pulled his head away, "never mind that!" he said hastily turning his back on Sora, "untie me and let's find a way out of here!" Sora did as he was told and looked around the place, "where are we?"
"If I knew that, I probably wouldn't be here."
The two boys searched the room over, knocking on walls for secret passages before resorting to bashing the door and yelling. Ven sighed before an idea struck him, "Hey, Sora do you still have your keyblade?"
Sora's face lit up at the thought "Yeah!" Sora pulled out his retractable keyblade and pushed it
FinalHeart Investigations: Chapter OneThe mission had gone off without a hitch.
The team had successfully infiltrated the
country of Shinra and gained access to the information they had been enlisted to find. As the data streamed across the country into three wide-screen computers set up in room 02 of the Hakuna Matata, a party of boys joked and laughed as they made their way to the Café across the street, intent on celebrating their victory.
The tallest and oldest member of the party discreetly put a hand to his ear, "You sure you've got it covered?" he asked covering his mouth in order not to be seen, a string of static rang through his ear as a voice replied.
"Relax Cloud, the data's coming in now. We'll be home free in a matter of hours." The man in question visibly relaxed in his seat, flipping blonde hair out of his eyes he sighed, how can they be so carefree? He thought to himself watching the youths sitting at his table mucking around, they weren't over the border yet.
As if reading his mind the only brunette
Nothing but this PoemHot
The summer air
Questions, Begley answers
Carebears bleeding rainbows
Mr Spring is Neo
Themes and boundaries
I need an idea
A plot, A story
The audience awaits
As the slides give way
And everything is black
Is there a light in this darkness?
If there is it's blinding.
Tap tap tap
My thumb on the bench and keyboards
Begley looks, I smile
Tap tap tap
An idea is being formed
Creative minds around me
Whirring clicking working
My mind is blank
I have nothing
But this poem.
Shadows in the StormDistantly the thunder sounds
A rumble in the distance
behind closed blinds
hidden in the fog
The rain patters
splat on the lifeless ground
Just like no-one cares
without a doubt
A storm resides
The one place we fear to look
with wind a howling wild
First water then ice
shards of crystal cold
cooled with liquid
We can't see we can't see
but the senses are ecstatic
The smell, the taste, the feel
hooked just like a drug
but the fear is strong
Under covers we all hide
bearing secrets to be heard
Who will hear them
in the circus
That is the one true worry
Of darkness and the cold
of light and sound so clear
Shadows in the storm
taking those we once held dear.
Twelve Moments In The Dead Of Summer1. The sunlight glistens on her wet skin as she's walking towards the beach. He has never seen anything so beautiful in his life and even if the words seem to dry up in his throat, he knows what he is going to do next.
2. It hasn't rained for months now so it only takes a small spark from the cigarette to set the undergrowth on fire. On the first sign of fire they panic and run, never to look back but to remember years later, in nightmares, the crazy old man who lived in the shack nearby and was never seen since.
3. They lay together on the grass, watching the sun slowly go down behind the treeline. He takes her hand, old, wrinkled and frail into his, and whispers: "I would give up everything I have for one more summer like this". She responds: "Darling, you already did that years ago". They burst into giggles, just like the one he was supposed to take her dancing for the first time and got lost on the way, and it seems that all these years haven't changed anything at all.
4. The thorn
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