Author's Note: Hey guys! I haven't written a XenoSaga story in a long time, and just got this idea, of course a humorous one. If you follow my stories, you know I make Chaos a goth, Momo far too innocent for her own good and Jr a psycho, temperamental guy who protects Momo at any cost. With that, I give you this story. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own XenoSaga 1, 2 or 3, any of its people, places or things. I do own the story idea, and my complete distortion, and possibly extortion of the caricatures I am creating.
Café of Eternal Darkness
Part One
It was a typical day on the Durandal, where our heroes frequented hanging out. They all were hanging around the common room of the large ship, conversing in different corners of the room.
Jr and Ziggy were off to one side, and Momo and Chaos were on the other. Momo sat on the floor, looking up at the man intently. She was very interested in what Chaos was saying.
"And that is why the conformists own their hybrid cars and have their sunshine corporate jobs," Chaos said monotonely. "Because their afraid to see themselves, afraid to feel the darkness that threatens to consume their souls. So they all join the rat-race, with their nine dollar an hour pay and their Nordstrom's business suits. Conformists."
"What's so wrong with that?" Momo asked innocently. "If their happy, why should they indulge in the darkness that consumes their souls?"
"Because Momo, they are all conformists now. If they indulge in the darkness that threatens to consume their souls, then they'll be non-conformists. That is how the world should be; a world filled with darkness and pain. For you see, no one will ever be happy. They just try to be with their sunshine smiles and their Justin Timberlake CDs."
"What's a Timberlake?"
"Your missing the point Momo. For me to tell you everything about being a non-conformist, you would have to join me with the other non-conformists. Are you interested?" he looked at the pink haired girl hopefully.
Momo just sat there for a few moments, looking down at her boots.
"I'd like to broaden my knowledge, even if it is about some weird cult. What do I have to do to go to where everyone else is?"
"You have to wear the same clothes we do, and listen to the same music. Then, you have to join us at the Cafe of Eternal Darkness where we all drink dark coffee and read our poetry."
"Do I need a poem?"
"No. You are still a conformist, so you don't need a poem. Do you want to come with me Momo? I'll be going there shortly."
"I…" she thought for a while.
"CHAOS!!"
Momo looked up surprised.
Jr came barreling towards them; his pistols cocked. He stopped in front of Chaos, pointing them at him with malice.
"Your trying to convert Momo again, aren't you? I told you to stay away from her you stupid goth!"
"You don't know a thing about being a non-conformist, conformist. If you did, perhaps you wouldn't be such a hater."
"Oh please," Jr scoffed. "Your entire group is conformist; you all listen to the same music, write poems about torture and pain and wear black. Your conformists, just with a different group of people, so stop being a hypocrite you stupid goth!"
"I'm not a conformist, conformist," Chaos muttered. "If your ever interested Momo, just tell me. I'll take you to the Café."
"Thank you," she smiled warmly. "But I don't think I'll ever be interested, it sounds kind of scary in there. I don't like the dark."
"You will once your soul is engulfed in the darkness."
"Go away!" Jr shot some bullets at Chaos' feet.
He easily dodged them, walking away from the pair.
Jr looked down at the sitting Momo.
"Well, now that that's over with, what do you wanna do?"
"Hm…" Momo pondered. "I know, we can play hearts again! Those cards look so pretty…can we Jr?"
"Sure. I'll get the old man too. Let's go."
Jr held out his hand. Momo took it. He helped her stand up.
They walked over to the table on the other side of the room where Ziggy, and a deck of cards awaited them.
The next day…
Chaos was leaving the Durandal late at night. He was wearing all black and holding a black notebook, which had a skull and crossbones on its cover. He crept quietly through the halls of the ship.
"Time to share my ideals with the non-conformists. They understand, the darkness which engulfs my soul."
"Chaos?"
The goth turned.
Momo stood before him, a curious look on her face. She scanned the man's attire oddly.
"What're you doing?" she asked.
"I'm going to the Café of Eternal Darkness. Wanna come?"
"No, I was just wondering where you would go at such a late hour. You can keep on walking if you want. Bye bye."
"Bye."
Chaos continued walking. He was out of view rather quickly.
Momo's face lit up.
"I know. I'll bring him a lamp so he won't be in the dark all the time. I'm sure that'll make him happy."
The pink haired girl looked around for a lamp. She spotted one in the hall.
Momo swiftly unplugged the lamp, dragging it behind her.
With that, she followed Chaos to the Café of Eternal Darkness.
Momo enters the cafe
Goth music blared from speakers as Chaos entered the café. He saw a few of his fellow goth, and went over to them.
"Hello Chain Thrasher, Raven. Are you ready to share your pain?"
"Yes Pain Wallower, we are. I see you brought the Notebook of Everlasting Torment, I hope you've been writing non-conformist poems in it."
"Of course Chain Thrasher, why wouldn't I? I think I have a good one for tonight about someone I know."
"Well then, why don't you go up first."
"Alright then. Have some dark coffee waiting for me."
"Right, so we can drink coffee that matches the darkness in our souls."
"Totally."
Chaos made his way to the stage.
Momo entered the building; her eyes lit up with fascination at the various sights she saw.
People were gathered around tables, drinking dark coffee. Others were smoking something in the corner, Momo didn't know what it was. Others were talking the way Chaos did, about what she didn't know.
"So this is a goth café. Interesting, I wonder why its so dark in here though…" she smiled reassuringly.
"That's OK. I'll light it up soon. I'm sure they'll all be happy to get some light in here."