To be read with Guild XIII chapter 7

Report 2

Now that I have assigned numbers to the nobodies under my command, I can now explain more about them. I don't know how, but all of us were in the same town during our awakening. 12 nobodies, all from the same world. It's amazingly coincidental. The aftermath of my two meetings has revealed much, and although they were announced, few people expected them. But back to the numbers of our coalition.
Kitexa: Previous member of Organization XIII, number II, element of electricity, weapon-glaive
Luxaji: Previous member of Organization XIII, number III, element of illusion, weapon-gun
Xurikus: number IV, element of time, weapon-staff
Dekayx: number V, element of fire, weapon-tachi
Sicjexas: number VI, element of space, weapon-scythe
Tasirxt: number VII, element of shadow, weapon-wakizashi
Naxelaith: number VIII, element of water, weapon-dual katana
Xetaik: number IX, element of ice, weapon-parasol
Kexlly: number X, element of earth, weapon-mallet
Xathreg: number XI, element of sound, weapon-right bionic arm
Naryx: number XII, element of telekinesis, weapon-scythe and chain
Anaxn

Marching up the steps of the arena, Anaxn contemplated how much she loathed speaking. How annoying it was to be the superior. Turning back to her charges, she immediately began planning the way she could say as few words as possible, but still explain what was going on.
"In the loss of your heart, you lose all emotions. You have no blood, no organs, no heart. But with loss come gain. It is in the space your heart was that contains your weapon and the essence of your element." Checking to make sure her tutors weren't slacking, the superior turned to see Luxaji leaning against a post, watching her. Number three's subordinates were all looking exceptionally stupid, with their hands held in front of them and eyes scrunched together. Sending a displeased glare at Luxaji, she returned to the topic at hand.
"Reach there mentally. You'll know when you find it." Walking over to the wall, Anaxn leaned against it, watching them all like a hawk. Tasirxt was concentrating hard, as was evident by her furrowed brow. Xathreg attempted to rationalize that his arm was already a weapon but Anaxn merely stared at him, causing an awkward silence.

The first interruption came from Tasirxt when shadowy thorns sprung from her hand, twisting heavily on either side. Hardening into a sheath, the sword was eventually five feet long and her hand clenched on it and brought it to her eyes. Anaxn recognized it as a Japanese sword, a wakizashi.
"Check this out…" Tasirxt growled, drawing the sword and revealing the dark blade hidden in the sheath. Going through a stride of strikes, number seven grinned maliciously while Xathreg back away from the swinging blade nervously.
"Alright, I got it!" Xurikus shouted triumphantly as the shreds of darkness cleared to reveal a large staff. A digital watch was embedded in the wood and a glass orb was secured at the top, a spinning hourglass confined in the clear ball. Thunking the staff onto the platform, he grinned happily and hugged it. Anaxn watched all of this carefully, noting that all the weapons so far were different from any she'd seen in the Organization, eliminating all possibility of really teaching them how to use it. Her gaze now wandered to Xathreg, who looked slightly pained, or maybe feigned nervousness.
"What? What do you want?" She blinked, causing him to fidget although she was younger and shorter than him.
"Look, I told you. I already have a weapon! Why would I have another?"

Number one sighed and succumbed to the logic, although unwillingly and unconvinced. She gently took the bow off her shoulders, ignoring the others watching her, then loaded an arrow and shot it at Xurikus. He barely heard the whistle in time and turned to see the arrow within a foot of his face. Yelling in surprise, number four almost dropped his staff in his attempt to block the projectile with his hand. A purple bubble encased the arrow, which suddenly began moving very slowly. Giving a sigh of relief, the green haired spaz now began to examine the bubble he had created.
"Cool, what is this?" He questioned, poking it curiously.
"A bubble of time." Anaxn said coolly, placing the wood back over her shoulder and facing number eleven.
"Now attack me."
"But... Fine, you asked for it." The orange haired nobody began playing with the buttons on his arm, trying to figure out how exactly this appendage worked.
"The heck?" Turning towards the exclamation, the sight of Naryx and a floating door illusion greeted Anaxn's eyes.
"Telekinesis." The cold female remarked before glaring back at Xathreg, who started.
"Come on now, attack me!"
"I'm trying to-" At that very moment, Xathreg decided to push the last button on his arm. A sonic blast fired from a hole in his palm and it caught the superior head on. Flung backwards, she collided with the wall and let out a yell of pain, sliding down the wall until she hit the ground.
"There we go. That's what I want.""Leader-sama are you alright!?" Xathreg shouted worriedly, hurrying over. She coughed a bit, wiping the saliva from her mouth. Last time she coughed that hard, she had hacked up blood; the last time she was in Organization XIII. Anaxn nodded, recollecting herself and standing up.

Giving Tasirxt a meaningful stare, she pulled her bow off her shoulder and aimed the next arrow at number 7. They faced each other for a few moments, sword matched with bow, stare matching stare. With the snap of released wood, the projectile speared through the air, feathers fluttering. Another whoosh and the long sword swung up, easily visible against the pale walls. But the wakizashi was obviously a little too late, as it missed blocking the arrow and swung up over her shoulder. But a smear of black followed the sword into the air, expanding into a black mass in front of Tasirxt's face. Anaxn's eyes widened as the arrow disappeared into the shadow. Unwanted memories barged in from the back of her mind, making her blind to what was in front of her.
The darkness of the top of Castle Oblivion, standing next to Zexion. Zexion's true name and her own tattoos. The clocked schemer calming her after understanding who Roxas was. Zexion's final death and her remembered rage.
Shaking her head, Anaxn regained her composure, returning to her blank facade. Walking out of the arena, she called,
"Everyone finished?" They slowly gathered around her and she inspected their weapons. They each reflected the element of the wielder. Fire, space, water, ice, earth, many of the original elements were also represented here. The superior nodded, seeing that everyone had successfully completed their task.
"Alright, meeting adjourned. However, I will leave your group leaders responsible for teaching you how to summon a darkness portal. Dismissed." As the darkness pooled around her, Anaxn made plans to stand on her balcony again.