Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, Dance Dance Revolution, any of the songs which are referred to and butchered in this fic, PlayStation, Mountain Dew, or any of the characters in this fic- all I own is the keyboard that I used to write it. Now, moving on.
The Organization XIII DDR Party!
Friday night at The Castle That Never Was: Axel, Roxas, Marluxia, and Zexion all pile into one of the rooms to show off their mad dance moves- along with, of course, yours truly. I mean, someone has to pwn them all and make them look like total idiots, right? And who better for that job than the Melodious Nocturne himself? So Marly and I brought the Mountain Dew, Roxas brought the game and his PS2, Zexion brought his book, and Axel brought about five bags of Cheetos, which Roxas has been banned from so much as thinking of maybe possibly perhaps smelling by the Superior due to a little skirmish that occurred not too long ago and ended with Number XIII having an emotional breakdown- but that's another story for another time.
"Alright," begins Roxas as he starts plugging the cords into the big screen while Marluxia and I move furniture and Axel starts busting open bags of Cheetos. Zexion, of course, is lying on his bed, propped up by pillows, reading his stupid book. "My game, my rules. Playoff format- three rounds, winner proceeds to semi-finals, then winners of those face off in the finals. Winner of the finals proceeds to... the final finals, against- well, I made a bracket sheet," he says, pulling a piece of paper out of the pocket of his blue pajama pants, which are adorned with all these cutesy little cartoon keys. Axel's PJ's are red, decorated with orange flames (as if that is a surprise to anyone), Marluxia's are... pink and flowery (?!), while Zexion's... well, they're just black. Mine? Mine are a light shade of blue with silver music notes.
Anyway, Axel grabs the sheet out of Roxas's hand. "Against Zexion?" he asks, raising an eyebrow in the Cloaked Schemer's direction. Hearing his name is just enough to pull his nose from between the pages for a moment. "I already told you idiots that I will have no part in this foolery."
"Then why're you here?" I shoot back. Ha, got him now! I just know he's itching to try to make us look stupid by proving to be a natural at DDR. I don't care- I mean, to see Zexion dancing? Well worth it.
"It's my room," he replies coldly. "Why you imbeciles chose to conduct this idiocy in my room is still beyond even me. If you will at least pretend to be slightly intelligent for just a moment, Demyx, you will remember the only reason I agreed was because Axel was holding my thesaurus hostage at flame point."
"Oh... right," I mutter, scratching the back of my head.
"Anyway, point is, Zexion, no one can resist DDR- the allure of stomping arrows in time to music is too great for even you to defy for long," Roxas says with a smug grin as he twists open a Mountain Dew.
"Quite frankly, Roxas, I think I'd rather be trod into the ground by a herd of rabid wild chocobo than to play that daft game of yours," Zexy replies, giving him a bored look before returning to his book. The boy does have a sense of humor... a strange one, but it beats that of the Superior any day.
Marluxia rolls his eyes and glances over Axel's shoulder at the paper. "First bracket- Axel versus... me." He steps onto one of the mats as Roxas fires up the PS2, smirking at his opponent.
"You're going down, pyro."
"You know, it's hard to take you seriously when you're wearing pajama pants with daises on them, Marly."
Marluxia glares daggers at the Flurry of Dancing Flames. "Don't diss my element, Axel. And I swear, you call me that again and I'll-"
"And you'll what? Plant a tulip?"
"Maybe on your grave..."
"Heyyyy, so, who's picking the first song?" I interrupt with a nice big innocent smile plastered across my face. Those two never did get along, and, entertaining as it is to listen to them squabble, I'm ready for my turn to come around already! Besides, if one of Axel's chakrams was to rip one of Zexion's "Hamlet" posters, I am pretty sure we wouldn't be having any more DDR parties here in the near future...
Both of them open their mouths to answer at once, and both presumably to volunteer to choose the first selection. I wince visibly, knowing I have only redirected their argument. But lucky for me Roxas sees the same and quickly pulls a coin from his pocket. "Actually, why don't you guys just flip for it? Heads or tails, Axel?"
"Why does he get first pick?" Marluxia whines, crossing his arms.
"What Marly, do you want to flip to see who gets to pick a side first too?" Axel asks, his voice glazed with a nice thick coat of sarcasm. "I mean, the odds are the same, no matter who picks first."
The Graceful Assassin rolls his eyes heavily in Axel's direction. "Not the point, but whatever. By all means, Axel, proceed," he says, eyes narrowed to mere slits.
Axel happily complies. "Tails."
Roxas shoots an uncertain glance at Marluxia, seemingly in case he should offer any further objection. When none comes, he shrugs his shoulders and flips the coin off of his thumb. It seems to hang in the air for an eternity, spinning ever-so-slowly: heads, tails, heads, tails, reversing, then reverting... Four sets of eyes follow it as it finally makes its trip back to the ground, nearly knocking each other over as we huddle around to see the verdict.
"Ha! Heads!" Marluxia cries, thrusting a fist in the air. Sure enough, Xemnas's profile faces upwards, the image of The Castle That Never Was downwards. Axel shrugs lightly. "Select away, Marly."
After a wonderful death glare at the red head, Marluxia shifts his attention to the game. Stomping his foot on the 'right' arrow, he browses quickly through the songs before finally selecting one titled...
Note: Aaaaaand there we stop! I'm not cruel... no, really- I'm not. The reason I'm stopping here is cuz I'm absolutely the most uncreative person in the entire history of the known AND unknown universe, so I'mma need ya'll to help me finish this fic. WHEN you review (cuz you know you're going to) include a suggestion with your critique as to what song Marluxia should choose, and I'll pick the one I like best. And no more than two suggestions per reviewer, and clean songs only, plzkthx, Oh, and it doesn't have to be an actual DDR song. -nod- Review away, dearest peeps, and see ya'll in the next section! -scuttles off-