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PostSubject: The Graceful Reaper (Non-Yaoi Version)   Sun Nov 08, 2009 3:22 pm

This story was done for my English assignment, which was to write a spooky story. Somehow, as I was writing, it eventually branched off from a spooky story, to a romance story (involving yaoi). So, I split the story into different ones. This one is the Non-Yaoi version, with Chapters 2 and 4 Missing for obvious reasons.

The Graceful Reaper
It was a normal day just like every other day in the town of Lumaria. It was lightly raining, the sun brightly shining down upon the town, the streets bustling with activity as always. Yes, a normal day. However, today was a day out of the uniform – October 31st, Halloween. Legend has it that on Halloween, if a crescent shaped moon was shining down upon the town, a storm of rose petals (aptly dubbed the “Storm of Roses”) is said to appear near an old, decrepit shack, cloaked within the shadow of the woods surrounding it. It is also said that anyone who gets caught up in the “Storm of Roses” will vanish, and return the next day with “The Mark of The Reaper” engraved on a part of their body. The reaper, whom was called Marluxia, had pink hair, a large scythe, and was about 5’10’’ – so he was easily distinguishable. However, he only appears on the night of a crescent shaped moon of Halloween. Unconceivable, you may say – but tell that to someone who experienced it first hand, which is just what this story is.

~Halloween Night~
The night was filled with the glee of children as they went from house to house collecting their goodies and treats, while the adults were walking alongside them, taking pictures of their children in their costumes and making sure they didn’t run off. Then you had the teenagers and adolescents - They were hanging out near light posts, benches, electricity boxes, and all sorts of places. However, there was one group of teens that were walking down the street to the nearby forest. They didn’t believe the legend of Marluxia the Reaper, and they went into the forest to prove that it was just a lie. Fortunate enough for them this Halloween just happened to have a crescent-shaped moon this evening.

They were walking around inside the forest for what seemed like hours, traveling deeper and deeper into the darkness within with each passing step. They were too distracted, however, to notice the moonlight shining down on them, nor did they notice the figure following slowly behind. After sometime they arrived at the location of the shack; cut off from civilization the shack looked very old, nearly 100 years old (It was only, in reality, 20 years old). Parts of it were slanting over to the side, other parts were rusted over. The whole foundation looked like it could collapse, but not a single part used to construct it was out of place. One of the male teenagers, whose name was Zexion, stood there staring at the door with his indigo-colored eyes. His blue-purple hair was lightly swaying in the weak wind blowing around him and his friends. One of Zexion’s friends pushed him ahead, edging him to the door. Zexion was slightly afraid – he wasn’t quite sure what to make of this scenario. He walked hesitantly up to the pale, wooden door, reading the nameplate on it.

Ho…se of Ma…l…xi…

The nameplate was nearly gone, and some of the letters were missing, however, it was quite easy to make out what it implied.

“House of Marluxia…” Zexion said in a quiet voice, looking around, examining the rest of the house. Upon closer inspection of the house, he noticed that there was a small mark engraved into the outer wall – it looked like a rose petal with a depiction of a scythe next to it.

After seconds of reading the name aloud to himself, the wind suddenly kicked up – violently, to be exact. Zexion and his friends immediately turned around and were amazed by what they saw – A flurry of rose petals flying around. It almost looked as if they were dancing to the winds movement. Behind the petals there stood a man – he looked about 5’10’’, had pink hair, and was holding a large scythe in his right hand.

“I-I-It’s Him… It’s Marluxia…” Roxas, a blondish-Orange, spiky haired male teenager, who looked about 5’6’’, said stutteringly.

“…The Graceful Reaper.” Zexion concluded in a quiet voice.

Marluxia stood there, smirking at the petrified teenagers, waving slightly. The teenagers blinked their eyes in disbelief, and Marluxia, along with the rose storm, was gone.

Puzzled and bewildered, they all looked around trying to see if it was all an illusion or not. They couldn’t find any trace of Marluxia, even if that really was him, or the rose petals. Zexion, who was still standing at the door, took a deep and heavy sigh of relief, and started to walk away. However, he didn’t get far when he felt a hand placed on his shoulder. The hand felt cold and rough. Zexion felt his whole body stiffen up, as he slowly tilted his head to the side, glancing at where the hand came from. The pink haired devil was there, tightening his grip on Zexion’s shoulder. Zexion shrieked in slight terror and tried to struggle away, to no avail though.

The rest of Zexion’s group immediately turned around, as their jaws almost dropped from the sight of Marluxia having a grip on their purple haired friend. Roxas darted at Marluxia, trying to attack him, however, Marluxia held up his spare hand, and said in a deep, semi-evil voice “Scatter to oblivion!”. As he said that, his scythe appeared in the hand which was held out, as did a massive gust of wind which knocked Roxas, as well as the rest of Zexion’s friends, back, and blocked them from re-entering the area within the storm of rose petals. Roxas had risen to his feet, as well as the other teenagers, and started to bang against the flurry of roses, trying to break through; however, Marluxia snapped his fingers and, along with Zexion and the rose petals, vanished into nothingness. The group of teenagers ran up to the door and started pounding on it, only to be blasted back by another massive gust of wind.

~The next day~
Roxas and the others were all outside Zexion’s house, wondering what they should do if Zexion didn’t return soon. Roxas was pacing back and forth repeatedly, biting down on his nails. A red spiky-haired teenager with a black jacket and an “Electro-mag rod” from his costume last night walked up to Roxas and placed a hand on his shoulder. “C’mon man, Zexy’ll be fine. Don’t worry so much.”

Roxas looked at the teenager and sighed, asking weakly, “But how do you know that for sure, Reno. For all we know, Zexion could be seriously hurt, Or worse!” Roxas then began panicking again, starting to hyperventilate. Reno shook his head and sighed. It would seem that words wouldn’t get through to Roxas.

A few hours passed, it was almost 8 am; the town would be awake soon. Half of the teenagers were already asleep, the other half struggling to stay awake. Roxas on the other hand was wide awake, hopefully watching the entryway to the forest for his best friend to emerge from it. Roxas was starting to pass out from all the walking, and collapsed under a light post, his eyes barely open. His eyes were almost shit, until he saw the outline of a figure holding a book, with purple hair, limping over to the group. Roxas’ eyes widely opened, as he jumped up, gazing at the figure – it was Zexion.

“Guys! Guys! Wake up, Zexion is back!” Roxas turned his head to the group and shouted to them. Everyone woke up within a flash and looked around, then saw the Purple haired teenager.

Reno ran over to Zexion and caught him just before he collapsed. “Easy there, slick. We don’t want you ending up in a hospital on our watch.” He carried Zexion over to the group and set him down under a tree. Everyone gathered around Zexion and was checking on him to make sure he was alright. Roxas, though, was the only one to notice a mark on Zexion’s body that wasn’t there before.

“Guys… look at this.” Roxas said quietly and pointed at the mark on Zexion’s side. Everyone gazed at it and took a heavy gasp. The Mark of the Reaper; it was there, engraved into Zexion’s body. It looked like twin scythes crossing over each other and a black rose in the center of it.

It was nearly an hour before Zexion fully awoke and was aware of his surroundings. He sat up and groaned slightly, rubbing his head, gazing down at his side where the mark was, the over at Roxas, who was fast asleep.

Meanwhile, Reno was sitting atop an electric box, watching the sun-filled sky. Reno had heard a noise over where everyone was and glanced at them, seeing Zexion was awake. He hopped off the box and walked over to him, slapping his taser-like rod over his shoulder. “You gave us quite a scare there, Zexy.” Reno said to him slight sternly. “Mind telling me what happened while you were held captive?”

Zexion looked up at Reno and nodded weakly, gazing over behind Reno. Reno looked where Zexion was looking – the forest. At the entryway to the forest, he noticed the figure from last night standing there. Reno blinked for an instant and shook his head, reopening his eyes – The figure was gone.

“Last night was very weird for me…” Zexion said quietly as to not wake anybody up. Reno turned back around and looked down at Zexion, thumping his Rod against the ground. “Marluxia… his touch was cold and rough. Before I knew it, he left the mark on my side.” Zexion was starting to speak quieter, as if afraid of something. He held his arms to his chest, clutching his book tightly, and began shaking,

Reno groaned slightly and knelt in front of Zexion, ruffling his hair. “Hey, you’re back here with us now. It’s all right now. Just relax.” Reno gave one of his goofy grins that seemed to lighten up the room. Zexion looked up at Reno and slightly smiled, followed after by a weak nod of his head.

I’ll never forget last night… not just for the obvious reason though…

Meanwhile, Marluxia, who was standing atop a tree, was watching Zexion. He had his scythe in his hands, and a rose in another hand – half red, half black; half tainted, half pure. He smirked slightly, and then vanished into thin air, as a single rose petal fell from the sky.
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