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The Residual Organization Ch10Saix's Warning, Axel's story
My head snaps up from my paperwork when I hear the monotonous voice of my superior, Saix. Strange. He never visits
"Have you given Roxas the contract?"
"Yes. He returned it the same day."
I'm used to Saix's soft-spoken, short responses. He's an extremely serious person. It's no surprise since he takes after Big Boss.
"Are you sure about this one?" he asks. "It's only been two weeks."
"He seems trustworthy."
"Your decision isn't being influenced by Eight's desire for her, is it?" my boss's eyes narrow.
" Oh " I focus my attention on my desk in order to avoid Saix's fearsome stare. "You've heard about that?"
"How couldn't I? He's misbehaving more often than usual."
"Right, but "
"The contract's words You remember them, don't you?" Saix walks to my desk and plants his hands on it. He looks at me until I'm unable to avoid eye-contact.
" Yes " I mutter.
"And they are ?"
"If one were to dis
The Residual Organization Ch9The Reapers' Worshiper, Roxas's story
Those three bitches had the nerve to bully my friend? Who the hell do they think they are?
"I'm so sorry about that," Mr. Hachi states before standing. "You must be Xion, the new intern. That wasn't the greatest first impression of our company, but I assure you we're friendly people somewhat."
Xion's expression softens a bit as she slips on her black Reaper coat. I notice 's eyes widen slightly once she does.
"Yeah, well, those girls need to learn a thing or two from " Xion's voice trails off. I look at her. She's gazing at Mr. Hachi closely before smiling broadly.
"You're a Reaper, aren't ya?" she gleams. Shocked, I quickly turn to my boss. He retains his poker face.
"What's with all the accusations today ?" he murmurs sadly.
"Nononono, it's not a bad thing, Mr. Hachi, sir!" Xion assures excitedly. "It's just that you and Roxy over there remind me of something How did it go again ? Um Oh, gosh,
The Residual Organization Ch7The Contract, Roxas's story
Really? Just when I was about to leave After forcing a smile, I turn to see the person calling me. It's an unfamiliar Goth around my age. His dark hair partially covers his face and expression is difficult to read.
"My name is Zexion Roku. I was ordered by Big Boss to give you this before you leave for the day."
He's pretty mature for his age. He hands me a few sheets of paper.
"What's this for?"
"It's a contract," Zexion says. "You see we need to ensure your ability to keep our company's secrets."
"So I'm one of you guys now?"
"Oh no, not yet. This is merely a precaution. Now, I strongly encourage you to read this contract to the letter before signing it."
I nod as I pretend to look over the document. It's just basic work regulations. Dress formally, respect your employees, yadda, yadda, yadda I sign on whatever line I see and write any information it asks for before giving it back to Zexion.
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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