Rapier… my weapon is a damn rapier. The rest of the damn organization is too fucking scared to tell you. I think it’s because I’m so damn good with it. When they get me angry and it pops up in my hand there is one thing going through their minds: oh shit.
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I got up mighty pissed off. There were three pairs of eyes staring at me. Daxjorn (duh she like worships now), Nyxick (got to love that little kid), and strangest of all… Maxsodin (this was strange because she was holding my head in her lap). She threw up my torso and caught it in a massive bear hug (still silent). “OW!” is said in agonizing pain.
“What’s wrong sensei?” said Daxjorn.
“There’s a hole in his chest.” Said Nyx as if he was happy he knew the information, the poor kid just didn’t realize that it really hurt like a bitch.
“Don’t ever do that again ok?” she whispered as she placed a soft kiss on his cheek.
“Ok, I wont as long as you stop squeezing.” He said in a wincing tone. “Knowing you, you want revenge… let it wait, I want to spar.”
Ten years after Organization XIII fell, the peace was disturbed. Four friends rose from the ashes of the once grand Organization with one goal in mind: defeat Sora once and for all! We shall see to it that our story is told. How we started from nothing, and became great. And we will tell it as it happens, for Organization IV has not been official for long. We must remain hidden... we mustn't be found... and yet we must grow strong...
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