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Shock was still running through him. How was this possible? How could he be Braig, again? He pushed himself to the point where he could sit on his knees alone. He put one hand to his chest, indeed feeling a heartbeat where moments later, none existed. This was amazing. A soft smile crossed his lips for a moment before the man in front of him spoke, causing him to snap from his attention to him.

“Oh so happy you’ve got your heart back, aren’t you?” He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked down to him. “Well you’ve done well in your choice, Braig” He rolled his eyes, hands rising at his sides, two handguns forming “Easiest challenge you’ll have to face.” He held onto the barrels of both guns, putting them on the ground near the man.

Braig looked up to him “Two things” He said as he pushed himself to his feet, loosening the ponytail still in his hair, now reddish brown eye set on the golden eyes of the boy in front of him. “One, what exactly is your name” He rose an eyebrow, a bad feeling rising in his chest. That something horrible was going to happen. He took the black coat from the Organization off, grabbing both guns and tucking them into his waistband after making sure the safety was on. “Also, what are you going to be having me do?” He rose an eyebrow, looking to the one who looked like a boy in appearance, crossing his arms across his now bare chest.

“I’m Despair. I’ll let the others introduce you as you take their rounds on. For now, you gotta get through mine without shooting yourself.” Despair grinned, his black hair remaining in his calm, yet cocky, tone. “My round is pretty self explanatory. It’s already begun. That sinking feeling in your chest, feeling you’ve done wrong… Oh, and you can’t turn back now anyway, so I thought I’d tell you now.” He grinned, chuckling a bit “Whatever you go through this round will carry on through the rest of your fun little game.” Now… Now was the fun part. The taunting part.

Braig grimaced, one hand shooting to his stomach, him paling a bit. Something did feel horrible. Like he’d done more than wrong… More of… Many wrongs… That was when he realized what was happening. What he was feeling. The pain he was so desperate to feel in Atlantica when the seas turned red. It all flashed directly before him, his eyes wide and Despair seemed to know exactly what was happening.

“All those people… All that blood you shed. Just for the chance to feel. The chance to prove that Nobodies truly did have feeling despite lacking a heart…” Despair tutted a little toward Braig who groaned, grimacing more as he fought to hold in what was bound to show up. He fought to his feet, clutching at his stomach. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to hear what Despair had to say.

He could go nowhere without hearing his voice, though. The taunts, stating what he had done. This wasn’t happening. The bloodshed… The smell… He put a hand to his mouth as he stumbled a few more steps away. He finally just collapsed onto his hands and knees, everything in his stomach being released shortly after. He clutched at the ground, form shaking, tears streaming down his face. The one visible hue was shut tightly, his breath coming shakily as Despair simply continued talking.

“Not only in Atlantica… Those people in Radiant Gardens. The ones who had survived and been stuck there with absolutely nowhere else to go. You truly painted the streets red that day. And Xemnas only said to shoot those who could be a risk!” He laughed, having moved to where he could watch Braig go through his challenge, through the hell he’d given him. “Do you remember their faces…? The absolute horror there?”

Braig clutched his head as the scenes played through his head. They hadn’t haunted him before now, he knew why now of all times this was happening. He had the heart to feel it. The heart to know the pain.

“How many children? How many women? How many innocent lives did you end in general?” Despair continued on, the grin still across his face as he stared at the brunette, knowing full well this was making everything worse.

“Stop…” Braig groaned, eyes shutting tightly. The first time played full well in his mind as that happened

He had been in absolute disbelief. It wasn’t possible. No way could they not have emotions.

“If you don’t believe me, then you can go find a way to prove me wrong.” The silver haired man seemed absolutely calm as he stated that “Go wherever you wish to.”

“I will. And I ain’t about to believe we have no emotions at all” Xigbar shook his head as he created a portal to Atlantica and stepped through before anything could be done about it to stop him.

He wound up in the water, blinking as he looked down to see he had taken the half form of a Tiger Shark. He blinked, raising an eyebrow. That was interesting. He shrugged before swimming around in search of something… Anything that would help him prove Xemnas wrong.

He let out a sigh after an hour or so of trying to figure it out, frowning as he scratched his head. He should be frustrated at that fact. He was as hard headed as Braig was, that was beyond a fact. He groaned, hanging his head a bit as he thought of something, anything that could work to help prove that… Nobodies…

He rose his head, golden hue wide at the idea. That would be an emotional overload if he did that. He was thinking of shooting an entire city worth of people up. Yet… The idea didn’t hurt him at all for thinking about it. He rose an eyebrow to that. H knew what he should be feeling, revolted, disgusted with himself for the mere idea of doing this, but in all reality… There was nothing. He felt he would feel absolutely no guilt at all for shooting innocent merpeople.

“Well only one way to find out for sure…” Xigbar shrugged, sighing a bit as he swam to one of the more populated, yet not fully governed by Triton, areas. He scanned the area. Everyone seemed happy, carefree, as if it was a perfectly normal day. Then, a single arrow from one of his gunarrows and the blue water stained red had gotten a reaction that worked for him from the people. A scream of absolute horror and guards started coming to him, which caused him to roll his eyes, firing at them, adding more red, the stench of the blood, yet he was still unaffected. The sight, the smell, the sound of the screams, the terror running through everyone present.

He continued on until the entire area was emptied of anyone, staying there, hoping, praying, he would feel some speck of guilt. A frown crossed his face. He had been there for at least fifteen minutes, waiting for something. There was nothing… No guilt, no terror… He thought he’d at the very least want to shoot himself… He closed his eyes, shaking his head as he created a portal, leaving the bloody massacre there.

That hit Braig instantly and he vomited again, form shuddering yet again. He clutched tightly at his head and let out a cry of self hatred, for the most part. He had those guns, everything else was a blur, the scenes of blood, both before and after Demyx had arrived to the Organization had played in his head.

He rose to his feet shakily, his hands slowly releasing their death grip on his hair, the hair tie fell fully from his hair, which flowed down to his midback. Some fell in front of his face, one arm moving to wipe away what spit and bile had gathered around his mouth, tears still streaming down his cheeks. His other left hand went to his waistband, gripping the handle of the gun. He hesitated for a moment, the look in his eye, though for the most part unseen, seeming drained of emotion completely, like he had cried all the tears he could. He had gone through an emotional overload. And by far the bad type.

Despair grinned, having expected this to happen, but he had forseen it as much sooner “How many families have you destroyed, Braig…? Both as a Nobody and as who you are now? Those experiments of yours. Surely that was never the wisest thing for anyone to have done. So many innocent lives were lost all because of—“

“SHUT UP!” Braig roared, pulling the gun out fully, pointing it directly at the raven haired male. “I… I don’t give a shit what you think you’re trying to pull…” He shook his head, his voice hoarse, the stomach acid having begun eating at his throat, each breath he took stinging just a bit “I don’t even care, in all reality, but whatever the fuck you’re trying to do, it won’t work.” His eye had a fire in it as he glared at him, gun still pointed.

A risen eyebrow was the reaction from the golden eyed man. He was definitely enjoying this. Being at gun point didn’t even seem to both him in the slightest. He grinned after a minute, taking a step over and raising his hands to his head “Hey hey hey I ain’t gonna say any more. You’ve proven to be able to live through one round of this game. Congrats to you.” He smirked, giving a mock bow in the process. His eyes then went to the first who spoke as Xigbar had arrived “So Love. Wanna explain the next part for the kid…?” He rose an eyebrow, grinning still.

The figure in the middle of the three thrones had stepped off, seeming immediately at Braig’s side, arms folded behind his head. “Put the gun down, Braig.” He stated calmly, scalrlet hues on the man, Braig shuddering just a bit at the feel as he looked over, tucking the gun back into his waistband and turning to fully face him “I am Love.” He stated once he had Braig’s full attention.

“I am the one who shall be taking care of your next round. You shall have enough time to recover from what Despair has put you through, of which I do apologize. It is rare that he has the ability to exert his abilities.” He stated solemnly, mouth hidden behind the cape he wore. He was much more dignified in appearance, seeming more royal, than Despair. His bangs resting at the side of his face, braided behind him. A black shirt, black pants, boots… What truly got Braig to hold even an ounce of respect for him, unlike Despair, was how he held himself, not seeming nearly as sadistic, though one lesson Braig had learned himself in his life… Never judge a book by its cover.

“How much time do I have to recover…?” Braig asked, raising an eyebrow.

“One hour. You will have one hour to collect yourself completely and prepare. You will be fighting from now on for your matches. Mine will be far more forgiving than my wife’s.” Braig looked to the orange eyes of the woman who looked back at him. “You will need to be wary and create a plan. Your next round will be fighting one who you will truly decide whether or not you love.”

“Turn me back to Xigbar I’ll be—“

“You will not be able to return to being a Nobody unless you lose your heart again, Braig. And here, that is not a likely case. You will die if you lose a fight here.”

The brunette’s face instantly fell at that. “So in short…” He started, voice breaking just a little bit as he spoke.

“… I’m fucked…”

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Shock was still running through him. How was this possible? How could he be Braig, again? He pushed himself to the point where he could sit on his knees alone. He put one hand to his chest, indeed feeling a heartbeat where moments later, none existed. This was amazing. A soft smile crossed his lips for a moment before the man in front of him spoke, causing him to snap from his attention to him.

“Oh so happy you’ve got your heart back, aren’t you?” He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked down to him. “Well you’ve done well in your choice, Braig” He rolled his eyes, hands rising at his sides, two handguns forming “Easiest challenge you’ll have to face.” He held onto the barrels of both guns, putting them on the ground near the man.

Braig looked up to him “Two things” He said as he pushed himself to his feet, loosening the ponytail still in his hair, now reddish brown eye set on the golden eyes of the boy in front of him. “One, what exactly is your name” He rose an eyebrow, a bad feeling rising in his chest. That something horrible was going to happen. He took the black coat from the Organization off, grabbing both guns and tucking them into his waistband after making sure the safety was on. “Also, what are you going to be having me do?” He rose an eyebrow, looking to the one who looked like a boy in appearance, crossing his arms across his now bare chest.

“I’m Despair. I’ll let the others introduce you as you take their rounds on. For now, you gotta get through mine without shooting yourself.” Despair grinned, his black hair remaining in his calm, yet cocky, tone. “My round is pretty self explanatory. It’s already begun. That sinking feeling in your chest, feeling you’ve done wrong… Oh, and you can’t turn back now anyway, so I thought I’d tell you now.” He grinned, chuckling a bit “Whatever you go through this round will carry on through the rest of your fun little game.” Now… Now was the fun part. The taunting part.

Braig grimaced, one hand shooting to his stomach, him paling a bit. Something did feel horrible. Like he’d done more than wrong… More of… Many wrongs… That was when he realized what was happening. What he was feeling. The pain he was so desperate to feel in Atlantica when the seas turned red. It all flashed directly before him, his eyes wide and Despair seemed to know exactly what was happening.

“All those people… All that blood you shed. Just for the chance to feel. The chance to prove that Nobodies truly did have feeling despite lacking a heart…” Despair tutted a little toward Braig who groaned, grimacing more as he fought to hold in what was bound to show up. He fought to his feet, clutching at his stomach. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to hear what Despair had to say.

He could go nowhere without hearing his voice, though. The taunts, stating what he had done. This wasn’t happening. The bloodshed… The smell… He put a hand to his mouth as he stumbled a few more steps away. He finally just collapsed onto his hands and knees, everything in his stomach being released shortly after. He clutched at the ground, form shaking, tears streaming down his face. The one visible hue was shut tightly, his breath coming shakily as Despair simply continued talking.

“Not only in Atlantica… Those people in Radiant Gardens. The ones who had survived and been stuck there with absolutely nowhere else to go. You truly painted the streets red that day. And Xemnas only said to shoot those who could be a risk!” He laughed, having moved to where he could watch Braig go through his challenge, through the hell he’d given him. “Do you remember their faces…? The absolute horror there?”

Braig clutched his head as the scenes played through his head. They hadn’t haunted him before now, he knew why now of all times this was happening. He had the heart to feel it. The heart to know the pain.

“How many children? How many women? How many innocent lives did you end in general?” Despair continued on, the grin still across his face as he stared at the brunette, knowing full well this was making everything worse.

“Stop…” Braig groaned, eyes shutting tightly. The first time played full well in his mind as that happened

He had been in absolute disbelief. It wasn’t possible. No way could they not have emotions.

“If you don’t believe me, then you can go find a way to prove me wrong.” The silver haired man seemed absolutely calm as he stated that “Go wherever you wish to.”

“I will. And I ain’t about to believe we have no emotions at all” Xigbar shook his head as he created a portal to Atlantica and stepped through before anything could be done about it to stop him.

He wound up in the water, blinking as he looked down to see he had taken the half form of a Tiger Shark. He blinked, raising an eyebrow. That was interesting. He shrugged before swimming around in search of something… Anything that would help him prove Xemnas wrong.

He let out a sigh after an hour or so of trying to figure it out, frowning as he scratched his head. He should be frustrated at that fact. He was as hard headed as Braig was, that was beyond a fact. He groaned, hanging his head a bit as he thought of something, anything that could work to help prove that… Nobodies…

He rose his head, golden hue wide at the idea. That would be an emotional overload if he did that. He was thinking of shooting an entire city worth of people up. Yet… The idea didn’t hurt him at all for thinking about it. He rose an eyebrow to that. H knew what he should be feeling, revolted, disgusted with himself for the mere idea of doing this, but in all reality… There was nothing. He felt he would feel absolutely no guilt at all for shooting innocent merpeople.

“Well only one way to find out for sure…” Xigbar shrugged, sighing a bit as he swam to one of the more populated, yet not fully governed by Triton, areas. He scanned the area. Everyone seemed happy, carefree, as if it was a perfectly normal day. Then, a single arrow from one of his gunarrows and the blue water stained red had gotten a reaction that worked for him from the people. A scream of absolute horror and guards started coming to him, which caused him to roll his eyes, firing at them, adding more red, the stench of the blood, yet he was still unaffected. The sight, the smell, the sound of the screams, the terror running through everyone present.

He continued on until the entire area was emptied of anyone, staying there, hoping, praying, he would feel some speck of guilt. A frown crossed his face. He had been there for at least fifteen minutes, waiting for something. There was nothing… No guilt, no terror… He thought he’d at the very least want to shoot himself… He closed his eyes, shaking his head as he created a portal, leaving the bloody massacre there.

That hit Braig instantly and he vomited again, form shuddering yet again. He clutched tightly at his head and let out a cry of self hatred, for the most part. He had those guns, everything else was a blur, the scenes of blood, both before and after Demyx had arrived to the Organization had played in his head.

He rose to his feet shakily, his hands slowly releasing their death grip on his hair, the hair tie fell fully from his hair, which flowed down to his midback. Some fell in front of his face, one arm moving to wipe away what spit and bile had gathered around his mouth, tears still streaming down his cheeks. His other left hand went to his waistband, gripping the handle of the gun. He hesitated for a moment, the look in his eye, though for the most part unseen, seeming drained of emotion completely, like he had cried all the tears he could. He had gone through an emotional overload. And by far the bad type.

Despair grinned, having expected this to happen, but he had forseen it as much sooner “How many families have you destroyed, Braig…? Both as a Nobody and as who you are now? Those experiments of yours. Surely that was never the wisest thing for anyone to have done. So many innocent lives were lost all because of—“

“SHUT UP!” Braig roared, pulling the gun out fully, pointing it directly at the raven haired male. “I… I don’t give a shit what you think you’re trying to pull…” He shook his head, his voice hoarse, the stomach acid having begun eating at his throat, each breath he took stinging just a bit “I don’t even care, in all reality, but whatever the fuck you’re trying to do, it won’t work.” His eye had a fire in it as he glared at him, gun still pointed.

A risen eyebrow was the reaction from the golden eyed man. He was definitely enjoying this. Being at gun point didn’t even seem to both him in the slightest. He grinned after a minute, taking a step over and raising his hands to his head “Hey hey hey I ain’t gonna say any more. You’ve proven to be able to live through one round of this game. Congrats to you.” He smirked, giving a mock bow in the process. His eyes then went to the first who spoke as Xigbar had arrived “So Love. Wanna explain the next part for the kid…?” He rose an eyebrow, grinning still.

The figure in the middle of the three thrones had stepped off, seeming immediately at Braig’s side, arms folded behind his head. “Put the gun down, Braig.” He stated calmly, scalrlet hues on the man, Braig shuddering just a bit at the feel as he looked over, tucking the gun back into his waistband and turning to fully face him “I am Love.” He stated once he had Braig’s full attention.

“I am the one who shall be taking care of your next round. You shall have enough time to recover from what Despair has put you through, of which I do apologize. It is rare that he has the ability to exert his abilities.” He stated solemnly, mouth hidden behind the cape he wore. He was much more dignified in appearance, seeming more royal, than Despair. His bangs resting at the side of his face, braided behind him. A black shirt, black pants, boots… What truly got Braig to hold even an ounce of respect for him, unlike Despair, was how he held himself, not seeming nearly as sadistic, though one lesson Braig had learned himself in his life… Never judge a book by its cover.

“How much time do I have to recover…?” Braig asked, raising an eyebrow.

“One hour. You will have one hour to collect yourself completely and prepare. You will be fighting from now on for your matches. Mine will be far more forgiving than my wife’s.” Braig looked to the orange eyes of the woman who looked back at him. “You will need to be wary and create a plan. Your next round will be fighting one who you will truly decide whether or not you love.”

“Turn me back to Xigbar I’ll be—“

“You will not be able to return to being a Nobody unless you lose your heart again, Braig. And here, that is not a likely case. You will die if you lose a fight here.”

The brunette’s face instantly fell at that. “So in short…” He started, voice breaking just a little bit as he spoke.

“… I’m fucked…”