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Passion

Final Chapter : Final Moment

When he heard the voices underneath him, he felt his whole body tense up in reaction. They spoke to each other and he'd probably be able to make out the words if he tried, but at that moment, he didn't particularly care, so he didn't bother.

He breathed. Luxord breathed again and again, and forced himself to wait for the right moment. Timing was everything, he reminded himself. He tried to be patient, reminding himself that for his plan to work timing was essential and a second too early or late would change everything, especially if he wanted to avoid suspicion. He stood still, breathed, and forced himself to wait.

They Keyblade wielder and his friends turned around and started to run back the way they came. He waited and waited and when the Keyblade wielder was a few steps ahead of the others, he appeared in the middle of the now two groups, and snapped his fingers.

He didn't have to look back to see the cards circling those behind him; he already knew they were there. Just like when he snapped his fingers a second time, he knew they'd be gone.

The boy standing in front of him gave him a glare full of pure hatred. Looking at the expression, Luxord imagined all of the other members of the Organization facing the same look and he almost laughed then, deciding he might be amused.

The Keyblade wielder started to say something but Luxord neatly cut him off, inserting his own words. "I'd rather we just skip the formalities."

As the enemy readied himself for battle, Luxord thought about Xigbar again, remembering everything he knew about the other man. He remembered his almost constantly mocking voice and the scarred skin underneath his fingers; Luxord remembered how surprisingly soft Xigbar's hair had felt in between his fingers and he could almost believe in the touches that seemed to ghost his skin now. He remembered every moment he had spent with the other man, and looked at the boy in front of him.

The sooner the fight ended, he decided, the better.

End of Passion