A/N: Thank you for choosing to read my story! ((gives you cookie)) Ne' ways, this is just a warning. Nuri (the oc) has a very bad mouth. Read to your own risk! I hope you enjoy this introduction. Though it isn't much, think of this as a preamble to the oc, and get an idea of her persona. If you decide to read it all the way, please drop me a review and tell me what you think of her! I would love to know. Eventually this will be a XigarxOc fic. I have nothing eles to say, but why is Xigbar often paired up with a guy?
-: Introduction: You Are A Weapon :-
So paint your face up something elegant
And this town may be a darker shade of red
Cause a long night means a fist fight
Against your pillow and my pearly whites
I want to hear you scream you like me better on my knees
So let us pray
(we don't believe in second chances)
So let us pray
Taking Back Sunday - Slow Dance On The Inside
"Dude, I don't believe ya'. This is all you can do? What kind of doctor are ya' if ya' can't even come up with a diagnosis? What the hell! What the hell is wrong with my heart again?"
I clenched my teeth in absolute anger, as it took me all I could do to stop myself form jumping from this damn hospital stretcher. I kicked violently, my legs going in every possible direction I could aim them. This is not fair! I had a fucking tube in my mouth, they put something up my ass, and they did stuff to me that I cannot even remember, because I was so high on morphine! What kind of crazy hospital is this? I feel no pain. I am not sick. Why the hell would these people take me out of school, and run God knows what on me? Damn it, I want a lawyer! The doctors surrounded me; there were two of the bastards in all. One was a frail woman and the other was a man. I frowned, as they kept getting closer to me.
"Please, Nurixie… stay still, we believe we can give you a diagnosis if you stay still." The man cooed. That's some bull, I am sorry. I clutched this disgusting hospital robe and all of its flora printed repulsiveness. They've got about three seconds before I start going crazy up in this bitch. I pointed at the man who addressed me by my name, and note, do not ever use my full name, and I shot him a death glare. I prefer to be called Nuri, and nothing else. The woman walked over to some tray and filled a random needle with a type of white liquid. There is absolutely, positively, no fucking way I am letting her get within two feet of me with that!
"Why'd ya' take me out of school?" I demanded. The man looked at me with a deranged expression, paused for about a minuet of two, and then looked to the floor. He is lying. I know he is going to lie to me. Everyone lies to me. I jumped out of my stretcher and the woman flinched at my action.
"Well… if ya' know my name, ya' should also know I am not one to fucking wait!"
The man totally ignored my comment and walked over to his accomplice. This is pissing me off to no end! I've been put in jail multiple times, had a few anger classes, and beaten more people up than I can memorize. I am Nurixie, and I don't remember how old I am, my parents if any, or even how I came to be. I'm a drifter, and somehow, everyone knows who I am. I know they do. The thing that stresses me? No one wants to tell me. All I know is my first name, and so does everyone else. People are afraid of me. You get in my way? I simply destroy you. Scratch that. I murder you, bring you back to life, and fucking kill you again. No one crosses me. No one sides with me. No one.
Nuri placed the paper she was reading down, and hesitantly looked at the rest of her class with a cocked eyebrow. Many of their faces showed confusion, terror, and questionability. For a moment there, Nuri felt obtuse, and this was hardly ever seen in her. The assignment was to tell of a recent event within the past week, and describe it in detail. Nuri also had to give her opinion on everything that happened. Problem was, Nuri had a very bad memory, prior to her multiple injuries of getting into fistfights. Nuri's slender orbs of ginger stared at the audience in intimidation, giving the children the hint not to criticize her. Nuri's instructor coughed before extending his hand to receive Nuri's paper.
"What ya' think of it?" Nuri remarked with a forced smile. Nuri contently walked over to her teacher's desk, reluctant to give him the paper.
"Anguishy, fetid, not to expected length, and your opinion really does not matter." He replied dryly, snatching the paper from the now enraged female. Nuri bit her lower lip intensely, making a tinge of blood speckle from it. If it weren't for her right arm laying in a blue sling, she would have eventually punched her lecturer.
"So, then what the hell is wrong with this?" Nuri muttered under her breath. Her spiky, untamed carroty colored hair was pulled back in a fierce ponytail, and her long bang that rested on her right shoulder began to stand on its end. She wore a black bodysuit similar to that of cat woman, only it had no sleeves, and she did not wear a pair cat ears. She also wore black snowshoes with a brown trim, and on the collar of her suit rested a white skull. White ribbons swathed around each of her legs, and white belts wrapped around her arms. At 5'7, and with a severe medical phobia of needles, cats, mustard, and mold, she was everything short from the stereotypical label of being emo, or emotional. She just seemed to like the colors black and white. They are simple colors not weighted by the clichéd emotions of simpleminded boys, and foolhardy girls.
Few people loved the colors white and black. That was just how Nuri liked it.
"For one, in the town of Aretha, we are to keep all information to ourselves. If you were not such a juvenile, you would remember masses of things you forgot." Her teacher mused while touching his thin framed glasses.
"I am as good of a writer as anyone in here!" Nuri bellowed, poison dripping from her words. She pointed to the rest of the class with her good hand to further emphasize her point. "Ya' are failing me on purpose aren't ya'?"
"Not to your knowledge." He remarked while picking up a stamp imprinted with the letter 'F' on it. Nuri raised a brow.
"Ya' wouldn't…"
The school bell screamed, and the students were thirsty to leave. Nuri's eyes dimmed as she watched her teacher take one more step to failing her. Nuri twitched for a moment, almost bursting from rage.
"You are a damnation." He spoke with no consideration for Nuri's feelings. "These people know it; I know it, why don't you know it? You are like an annoying fly, withering away at my patience. I would absolutely love to swat the annoyance named Nurixie--"
"Swat this old man!" Nuri exclaimed in wrath. She quickly head butted her teacher with such potency, in a matter of twenty seconds he collapsed onto the floor. Nuri's forehead was inflicted with a tender numbness, but she did not mind. Nuri smirked as she walked over towards her oaken desk and collected her black book bag. She leisurely opened it and pulled out a pair of black and white inline skates. Oh, what Nuri would give to make everyone in the town of Aretha pay. She wanted to make them cry out in agony, and make them tell her what they knew. Nuri muttered things under her breath as she put on her skates.
"Don't ever irritate me." Nuri alleged one last time before jetting out of her classroom. Nuri slung her bag across her back as she started to pick up speed all the way through the school. Although… something was not right… although school was over, the hallways should not have been this empty. Nuri came to a complete stop, letting her curiosity get the best of her. Her hand rested on her hips as she paced back and forth. She rested her finger on her chin.
"Ah, I'm probably just tweaking." She concluded, making her way out of the dreaded High School she had second thoughts about attending. Was she even a teenager? Maybe she was twelve? Twenty? Eighty-two?
"With this tricked out body? Ha I don't think so." Nuri smiled. Nuri skated through the thresh hold of the school, and with widened eyes, she stopped. Bodies were lying everywhere. Several were lying in puddles of red blood; some were pined up against the wall. A number of the bodies were decaying quickly, revealing their disgusting innards. Nuri put her hand up to her nose in response to the rotting smell of corpses.
"This smell is rank!"
It took Nuri a while to figure it out, but all of those cadavers had one thing in common. They had all been impaled with at least a weapon of some sort. There was a variety. Swords, arrows, flails, axes, clubs, - you name it, it was there. Nuri glanced at the sky, which was an oddly colored gray. Storm clouds started to make threatening noises, and soon it started to rain. Nuri's jaw dropped.
Falling from the sky was an onslaught of weaponry. Nuri was speechless. The armaments dented the roofing Nuri had been standing under. She figured she had to move, quickly. Nuri cursed at herself, now noticing one fact.
"I may have let that bastard live!" She muttered. Not one to wait, Nuri took her chances and skated into the fray of falling artillery. Before reaching the central park, a couple of knives grazed her skin, primarily her arms. Nuri liked pain. She welcomed it. She had no problem with a little bit of bloodshed.
"You are a weapon…"
Nuri heard that sentence echo in her ears. An unknown force was speaking to her, that she could tell. It was always speaking to her.
"I know that." Nuri sneered.
"You are my weapon."
"Pff, I work for not a soul."
Nuri came to an abrupt stop, and glanced into the sky. The rain was still going on, yet she was not injured. Swords went right through her, as if she never stood there. That was good enough for Nuri. She removed her skates, revealing her bare toes. She disliked socks. Nuri's sling started to turn different shades of gray, and then it disappeared. All feeling came back into her right arm. Nuri flexed it before flashing a smile of malevolence.
"Now we're talkin'!"
"Nurixie… you are my experiment…"
Nuri stomped her foot into the ground. "Thanks for killing all those bastards, but first things' first… who the hell are you?"
The wind around Nuri picked up, causing her to loose her footing and fall to the ground. Nuri took one last look at the sky. A face molded into it, almost scaring the independent woman.
"I am the great void."
In reaction to the wind dying down around her, Nuri stood back up.
"Void huh? What do you know about me?"
"I know everything about you."
"Explanation please?"
"I shaped you. Don't you remember me?"
"Hell no." Nuri replied subtly. She sat back down, realizing this could go on all night.
"Project LK-49, the only human who could survive the stimulating process. Nurixie dear, you have the cells of a Nobody, yet you pertain your human status. You are a weapon of mass destruction, which was spawned within this town… by me. They knew what you were, some were jealous, some were afraid. That was why you went to the hospital on a daily bases. You were being tested, and put under control. However, you are too feisty, and the only way to make a strong enough stimulant to hold you is to make a town sacrifice. You managed to do something that forty-eight other human offspring could not. You managed to live, with half of a heart."
"Half?" Nuri spoke with in a dubious tone. That last sentence was the only one that really stood out to her. She was not even paying attention to the rest. The more Nuri thought about it, the more she doubted the void's word.
"Half of a heart? Get real, how can I live with half of a heart?"
"The same way I can live in nothingness. There is light, darkness, and then I, the void. Do you know how old you are… sweetheart?"
"Tell me." Nuri commanded. She felt obligated to do so.
"You are one hundred years, twenty-two days, and thirty seconds old. Yet, you still manage a young woman's appearance."
"ONE HUNDRED YEARS?" Nuri gawked, throwing her arms out in disbelief. She looked at her hands in incredibility. Nuri shook with shock, and placed her hands on her chest.
"You aren't serious are you?" Said what was once Nuri's strong voice turned into a high pitched one. A bright gray light shot from the sky in front of Nuri, revealing a man with a smug smile, wearing a gray business suit. He wore thin rimmed glasses and, and wore expensive shoes. He had a slight swagger to him, one in which Nuri did not like one bit.
"Look familiar?" He laughed crudely. Now, Nuri was pissed. He was mocking her low-key, making fun of her palpable obliviousness about herself.
"Get to the fucking point." Nuri muttered in abhorrence.
"Very well then. I am your English teacher, sweetheart, except I am not in that ugly shell of skin and my hair isn't thinning."
Instantaneously, Nuri launched off the ground, her right hand balled up into a strong fist.
"I don't know what the hell you are, but you are going to get enough of lying to me!" She yelled. The man easily grabbed Nuri's fist and clutched it within his hand. He smiled slyly at her, making her blood boil.
"And here is the climax. The annoying fly will be swatted. You are an annoyance in my side, no mater how much of a success you truly are."
Nuri truly despised her English teacher. For years, she had known him. He spit on her work, downed her very existence, and criticized the only thing she loved to do, writing literature.
"Shut up!" Nuri exclaimed with all of her might. Her voice could have broken down the strongest man, pierced into the mightiest mountain, but not this person. He was heartless, as far as Nuri could tell. Within the instant of her voice reaching that frightening tone, a bright silvery light blinded her eyesight. The light dimmed down to reveal a sword coming out from Nuri's palm, piercing her newly found adversary in his. Nuri's eyes winded at this phenomenon. How can swords come out of your hands?
"You have the power to call weapons at will. You killed the towns people Nuri. Your Nobody genetics overtook your human ones. In time, you will fully transform into a Nobody if you do not restrain your antagonism. Sad really, you can control it. You also seem to have the power to disintegrate things."
"Your name! You give me a name right now!" Nuri yelled, blood now dripping from his hand to hers. She could not believe what was happening to her.
"Thanatos." He grunted, flipping Nuri onto the ground. He pulled the sword out of Nuri's hand, causing her great discomfort and pain. She cried out in agony. It was as if he had ripped off one of her limbs. He was the only one who Nuri could not defeat. What the hell was he?
"And now, you die. It's been fun."
Nuri gritted her teeth at the thought of not be able to do anything.
"Who the fuck said it was over?" Nuri spoke under a frightened voice. Nuri was not an individual who felt many feelings maybe one or two… but not that many. So, what was she? Nuri closed her eyes for moment.
"Dude, who said you could start the party with me?"
Nuri opened her eyes again, to encounter Thanatos's leg in her stomach. Nuri's eyes started to water, and so she grabbed his leg, pulling him down to the floor. Nuri quickly stood up and grabbed an axe that was lying onto the floor. Thanatos's guard had dropped greatly, due to an unidentified person making their way into this struggle. Nuri handles her hardships alone, so this bothered her. Standing high on top of a tree was a hooded man in a black cloak.
"Two enemies eh? This is gonna' be fun." Nuri remarked. The hooded man made his way down to the ground looking at Nuri and Thanatos.
"You' looking for a fight too?" Nuri said with a smirk. She swung her axe for an emphasis on the word fight.
"As if, I just came here to retrieve you, whatever you are."
Nuri's determination to make it out alive shone through her face. "Think you can take me alive, idiot?"
Before the hooded man could answer, Thanatos got up leisurely and glared at the clocked man.
"And you are?"
Disregarding Thanatos as if he was even there, he replied to Nuri, "Well, that isn't very lady like."
"Interfering scum… you're with the organization aren't you?" Thanatos burned.
"Ding, ding, Righto' man." He replied. Thanatos quickly glanced at Nuri. He had to kill her now. He did not have any other chance to finish the job.
"Careful now, you wouldn't want to kill the girl."
"Why not?" Thanatos quickly retorted.
"'Cause if you are so busy being fixated on her, you might not see this attack behind you."
Immediately, Thanatos turned around, to be met with a bullet to the head. Nuri flinched at the sound. Things around her started to turn an eerie shade of gray before disappearing completely. She did not like this newly found power. Nuri was growing weaker, and she began to pant violently. She collapsed onto the ground silently.
"Up-and-atom, lets go. You can try to hurt me after you get some rest kay?"
Nuri blinked a few times while thinking of a witty reply, but her strength was slowly ebbing away. She closed her eyes one last time, and then darkness. What was she?
Well Cross my heart and hope to
I'm lying just to keep you here
(So reckless)
Well she's so heartless
And I could care less
A/N: Thank you for reading this far! If you found errors, I am not surprized! I am lazy, so I didn't correct anything; meaning this is a rough draft. I'll go over it later. So yeah, please review please! ((gets on knees)) with out you, this story is dead. Review, and you'll make me, and Xemnas very happy. if you don't, Chiharu will be very sad. Very sad indeed. D: Oh yeahs; edit; I updated this chapter! :D eaiser to read now.