Disclaimer: No, I do not own X, but if I did, I'd probably keep Kakyou tied to a chair in the attic (evil smirk) Oh, the terrible things I would do…
Aww, memories. My first X fic, reposted for your reading pleasure...
X Madness
Prologue
The melody of the ocean waves rushing to and fro wafted into his ears as he stared into the distance forlornly. It was a peaceful scene as the gulls sung in the distance and the sun attempted to warm his deathly pale complexion.
But Kakyou couldn't hear the gulls and the waves nor could he feel the touch of the sun. He found no peace in his solitude, not even along his favorite dreamscape. He walked along the stretching coastline, his eyes locked on the azure waves, begging them to dissolve him with their touch. He was alone longing for her every moment of his tormented existence, yet knew that yearning would be relieved only when his last wish was granted. So he could only wait a little longer each day, just gazing into the blue abyss before him.
"Hokuto…" he whispered wistfully. Before he could take another step, a large hand clapped itself over the Dreamseer's eyes, while the other held uncomfortably fast to his neck.
"Ah, poor Dreamseer…do you want to perish in the world's end? I can grant that more quickly than you can imagine…" whispered a harsh voice.
Kakyou gasped for air as the hand on his neck tightened. Who was this new intruder? It could not possibly be the Kamui of the Dragons of Earth, could it?
"Ha! You dare compare me to that fool?" bellowed the voice in response to the Dreamseer's thoughts. "While he plays his childish games, I will achieve the ultimate destruction of the world! I will start here with his pet Dreamseer!" With those words, a sharp pain struck into Kakyou's forearm, and he collapsed onto the ground writhing in pain.
"What is...this feeling?" cried Kakyou.
The mysterious being only laughed, holding up the empty dart triumphantly. "You are now mine! Hear my name and tremble! I am Martin, Destroyer of Tokyo!"
The Dreamseer blinked. "Martin?"
"Silence!" cried Martin. "And feel my wrath!" With a final scream Kakyou disappeared and his dreamscape faded into darkness, leaving (chuckle) Martin to laugh evilly. However, something was terribly wrong when he looked at a note attached to his pouch of poison darts.
It read:
Sorry Uncle Mar—err, Martin, Destroyer of Tokyo. They ran out of poison darts at Wal-Mart and all they had were these Happy Darts.
Your Nephew,
-Jerry
Happy Darts? Martin stared blankly. "Oh shit…"
Meanwhile, at the Dragons of Earth base, a certain Dreamseer opened his eyes for the first time in years.
And thus the story took a dramatic turn towards humor…
Ch.1 Yams and Boxers
Location: Inside the Dragons of Earth Base…
"Daddy! I finished your candied yams!" exclaimed Nataku as it entered the throne room-area-place-thing.
"Not now, Nataku! I am reveling in awesome, apocalyptic evil, and cannot be disturbed!" growled Fuuma, aka, 'Kamui'.
"But Daddy! I made them myself! And you promised to call me Kazuki!" pouted Nataku.
Fuuma waved his hand indifferently. "Yes, yes that's great Nataku. Now just put the tray over there on the table and scram…"
"Ka…zu…ki!" whined Nataku as it placed the yams on a nearby desk. "You never listen to me unless I've done something evil…!"
Fuuma perked his head up excitedly. "Evil? Did you do something evil, Nataku?"
Nataku's eyes darted back and forth trying to think of something on the spot. "I, uh…left the oven on when I finished the yams…?"
"Oh…" dismissed Fuuma with a disappointed sigh.
"Daddy, why don't you ever listen to me?" cried Nataku.
Fuuma shrugged. "Why don't you find someone who will?"
Nataku blinked thoughtfully before leaving the chamber. "Someone who will…"
Fuuma exhaled sharply in relief. "Finally, I thought the brat would never leave…" He walked nonchalantly over to the table and snatched one of the yams. "Hmm…these are good…wait, what was I doing?"
"You were acting 'evil', remember?" chimed in Yuuto at the door.
"Oh, right, right…" muttered Fuuma. "Wait, what the hell are you in here all of the sudden?"
Yuuto smirked, and folded his arms calmly. "Well, who can resist the smell of fresh yams?" (BTW, this chapter was brought to you by the Yam Farmers of America)
"Well that will have to wait! I suddenly feel a burst of wicked energy, and I must find a Dragon of Heaven to use it on! We'll ask our Dreamseer where to find one!" exclaimed Fuuma.
Yuuto's lower lip twitched. "But…but they're homemade…" he whimpered.
Fuuma glared at Yuuto. "I could just use it on you…"
The Water Master quickly sweat-dropped, and held out his hands sheepishly. "Right, let's go see Kakyou!"
The doorknob rattled, and the hinges creaked as the two entered another dismal, gray room of the base. At the center sat a bed veiled by delicate sheets of pale blue material that draped from the ceiling. However, when they approached the bedside, they found only an imprint of the Dreamseer in the sheets.
Yuuto lost his usual grin, and touched his index finger to his chin curiously. "Well, this certainly is odd. I was under the impression that he was trapped in a coma." His shoes clicked against the sleek floor as he searched another corner of the room. "Now where could he have gone to?"
Fuuma gazed at the empty bed. On the other side, Kakyou's life support machine was smashed into tiny fragments against the floor, and all the tubes that had once been connected to the Dreamseer lay deserted. How could that weakling Kakyou find the strength to awake from his coma on his own? "Kakyou! We have to execute acts of unparalleled evil against our enemies! Get back here!" ordered Fuuma impatiently.
Yuuto began whistling as he checked every corner of the room. "Here, Kakyou! Come here, boy!"
Fuuma irritably folded his arms. "I'm giving you to the count of ten to get back here! One…two…three…four…"
"Kakyou, come out! There's candied yams involved!" pleaded Yuuto.
Fuuma's voice became angrier with each moment. "Eight…nine…nine and a half…"
Before he could shout out another number, he was smacked in the head from above by a heavy form, and hit the floor with a thud. Stars floated through his vision, but when his eyes focused, he found the Dreamseer sitting over him with a wide smile on his face.
"Tag! You're it!" screamed Kakyou as he dashed to the other side of the chamber, leaving Fuuma to stare after him in shock.
"Kak…you?" Fuuma whispered to himself incredulously.
"You can't find me! You can't find me!" cried Kakyou in a singsong voice. He suddenly halted his run, and covered his eyes. "I'm invisible!"
Fuuma tugged at his face to make sure that he was not in some bizarre dream, but ended up cringing from the pain. He wordlessly pulled himself from the floor, and approached Kakyou as calmly as he could, staring at the maddened Dreamseer in awe. Somehow Kakyou had managed to shed his hospital gown for nothing more than a white undershirt and a pair of silk boxers with small red hearts on them.
"Kakyou! What the hell do you think you're doing!" demanded Fuuma. "And where did you get those boxers?"
The Dreamseer let out a high-pitched giggle while keeping his hands fastened over his eyes. "You can't see meeeeeee……"
Fuuma began to sweat-drop. "Yes I can."
"Nuh-uh! I'm invisible!"
"No you're not…you're right in front of me."
Kakyou's smile disappeared, and he examined his hands closely. "Must be broken…" he muttered.
Fuuma's gaze briefly searched the room to find that Yuuto had disappeared. "Damn Water Master…abandoning me for a plate of yams…" When he blinked back in Kakyou's direction, he realized in terror that the Dreamseer had again vanished, but the hinges of the bed behind him suddenly squeaked.
"I'm flying!" screamed Kakyou as he hopped up and down on the bed. "I'm flying! I'm—" Kakyou suddenly plummeted to the ground, Fuuma's hand wrapped around the Dreamseer's ankle.
"I demand that you go back to sleep and tell me where the Dragons of Heaven are!" growled Fuuma.
Kakyou's golden eyes blinked back at Fuuma innocently. "Will you give me candy?"
"I…I…uh…damn all of this. If I had picked another Dreamseer in a coma I would think he'd at least stay half-dead…" grumbled Fuuma.
But suddenly, Kakyou's nose began to twitch, and Fuuma couldn't reply before the Dreamseer let out an enormous sneeze into the other's face. Fuuma's eyes narrowed as he had reached his boiling point, but in the next instant, all anger dissolved from his face, and he stared ahead blankly. Kakyou, on the other hand, began giggling uncontrollably.
"I gotcha again!" he shrieked between laughs. "I—" The Dreamseer abruptly collapsed onto the floor, a tranquilizer stuck into his left shoulder.
Behind the unconscious Kakyou stood Yuuto, who sadly shook his head. "It seems that our poor Kakyou has finally succumbed to madness from his crushing depression. What a shame…he is such a talented Dreamseer, too."
Fuuma merely stared ahead, his mind dazed and confused. What was happening to him? All of the sudden he felt like his head was floating. Yet at the same time, he felt somewhat…happy. He straightened himself up with a huge grin. "Evil! I must do thy bidding!" he cried before cackling out of the room.
"What? Can't I conveniently carry tranquilizers!" exclaimed Yuuto defensively. "I DO NOT have a drug problem!" He then looked around, and to his relief found that only Kakyou remained in the room. Yuuto shrugged, and pulled out an orange lump from his overcoat pocket, and offered it to the sleeping Dreamseer. "Yam?"