Hi. New story.
Disclaimer : I own nothing and I'm sure you're all very aware of this fact.
This was inspired by a dream I had a couple nights ago.
With that, enjoy. :D
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An animalistic snarl disembogued from the pyro's throat as he stormed through the stone hallways, his destination the room assigned to him three years prior.
The sound of my heavy footsteps echoed off the walls surrounding me. 'I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.' I chattered repeatedly in my head in a futile attempt to calm myself down.
At this point, I was fuming, my already aggressive behavior amped up by a shitty situation.
I had just come from dinner, enjoying a light meal consisted of grease induced bacon-covered steaks, four carb-loaded chocolate chip cupcakes, five pieces of butter drenched toast, and an orange. I cut down on eating so much today, that afternoon having snacked before bed.
Yeah, I know, I'm not exactly a nutritionist but it's not as if I'm obese or out of shape. I guess my internal fire burns all my calories for me because I eat like a pig, I'm not going to lie, and I never seem to fatten. This gave me the opportunity to gorge to my heart's (or lack there of) content without worry, my true masculine nature displayed in these acts.
Half of the organization's food budget was spent solely on me. Xaldin , the man behind how Orgy's income was spent rationally, disliked how much money was drained by my invincible stomach and held it against me. His glares and coldness only made me want to spite him and eat more then I would have before hand. Someone had to make some entertainment and stir up some mischief and I was more than happy to oblige to that position. This included practical pranks and sarcastic remarks, not to mention disgusting eating habits. This easily explains why I was hunched over the rather extensive amount of food, quite literally inhaling all of it without sparing the appetites of my piers.
Fork in mid-air, my large plate was pulled from other my chin , a upsetting scraping noise was created and I worried about the high class table for a second, then dismissing the annoyingly sensitive thought within the next. Who cares if Xaldin had to pay more money? Certainly not me. Fortunately, Superior wasn't present at this dinner like most dinners. He was constantly wrapped up in "work". Riiiiiiight. I have no doubt in my mind he is doing pervy things up there this very instant. Whatever, this just gave me an all access pass to mess with everyone without the fear of getting demoted.
I instinctively raised my head to meet the peeved look of Zexion. That's right; Zexy the profound dork had the nerve to slant his eyebrows at me, the hardcore badass of the group. Of course Zexy and I were chaps, he was probably one of my closest friends in this godforsaken castle. However, no one could deny that I was much cooler then he. NO ONE.
Sure, I was technically the newest guy of Orgy but I already had four years of experience under my belt (which was studded and pwnsome, by the way) and well surpassed multiple members in talent with element. The flow of n00bs had been slow for a while and we were having difficulty with tracking a decent nobody so instead of the traditional "New Member Each Year" policy, we had a dry spot for the last four.
Being a beginner was odd. You were looked down upon by everyone, and you didn't know why. You also would go through mood swings and cravings, almost as if you were PMSing like a chick. Apparently this was because you would encounter something that would remind you of your past subconsciously, as Lexaeus later informed me. I remember smelling a whiff of potato chips and breaking down, sobbing hysterically within minutes. Of course, this happened at the dinner table. In front of everyone. To say the least, that was degrading. It was so strange, not remembering anything about who you once were but still getting urgent vibes at random moments that had seemingly no importance yet so much it was unbearable.
I became so conflicted the first month that I refused leave my room, psychotic outbreaks taking place as I isolated myself from the world. After a while, the sporadic surges of emotion died down to seldom happening and I fluttered back down to sanity. No one in the house made comments about my sudden disappearance; they only gave me knowing stares when we'd make eye contact in the hallways. I assumed this happened to everyone and was a normal reaction to the sudden change of environment.
You were required to share a room with the previous baby of the group. That meant bunking with Saix , in my case. I don't know if he's always been like this, but if I had the chance to tell anybody that they appeared to have a large stick shoved up their ass, he'd be my cream of the crop. Seriously, the guy was a major prick. All rules are meant to be followed and any screw-ups meant punishment in his book. It was a given that you rose and fell with the sun and if any resistance was shown, you would be given tedious chores for weeks on end. To top it al off, he had the most intimidating scar scratched across his face and if you would ever question its history you'd be sorry. Let's leave it at that.
Where was I? Oh yeah, dinner. How do I always manage to get off track like that? So, Zexy was glowering at me after stealing my precious plate of assorted supper material. I gave him a look that must have resembled an angry chipmunk considering my stuffed cheeks and position. "Wha?" I asked angrily, some of my food flying to the middle of the circular table.
"Try not being such a slob." He said smirking, his silver looking eyes flickering to the pancake originally in my mouth as a airy snicker was hinted in his voice. " Superior yearned for me to inform you that a new-member has been located and attained. He's obviously boarding with you. He's currently in the room." He said, shoving the plate back in my direction. After swallowing the mashed up delicacy in my mouth I mumbled a thank you for my plate being returned. "Anything else I need ta' know?" I pried further, expecting him to shake his head no, dismissing me to harass the poor fellow situated with me for the next year.
Unfortunately, Zexy smiled menacingly before saying "Water element.". Each perfectly annunciated syllable struck me in the gut sharply. My eyes immediately widened and I inhaled sharply. "No…" I began shakily at first. "NO! HELL NAW!" I continued. "Why would Superior do that?" I shouted, slamming my fist into the wood underneath me, spoons clacking noisily from the conflict.
"Orgy rules." Zexion replied with a shrug and a frown. I now realized that Zexion had to shelter an unstable Saix. A wave of pity overtook me for the slightest second but shook it off, focusing on my own problems. I moaned aloud while slamming my head into the surface supporting our meal. My head throbbed from the self inflicted impact.
Many not-so-approving glances were thrown my way, specifically from Xaldin, Vexen, and Saix. Lexaeus smiled, though his eyebrows indicated that he was pitying my situation. Either that or he was worried for the little pest's safety. Zexion abruptly left the table before sending me one more smirk and mumbling something along the lines of reading. Nerd.
Xigbar, the beast, chuckled heartily from where he sat at the table. "No one likes their newbie, kid." He tells me. "Thanks, that's real comforting, Xiggy." I say hotly, rolling my eyes. I get up and proceed to hustle to my domain, excusing myself without further context. I heard Lexaeus and Xigbar laughing at my reaction and begin stories of their times with their newbies.
In case you couldn't tell, there was basically two sides of the organization. Zexy, Lexy, and Xiggy were the cool dudes while Vexen, Saix, and Xaldin were less than allies. The thought of associating with other humans suddenly seemed repulsive to me and I just wanted to be alone for a while to let this steam simmer down. My pace quickened and I needed to lie down and sleep off my anger.
It was then that it hit me that I had Mr. Invader in my room at the moment and I wouldn't get the solitude I so desperately longed for. It now hit me even harder that I wouldn't obtain that kind of privacy for another year before the tyke got assigned his own goddamed room. I want to burn something but resist the urge, now wanting to confront this kid.
As I near my section of the castle, it becomes more and more damp and cold. I feel the uncomfortable moisture in the air sticking to me already and my room is more than fifty feet away still. This just upsets me further. I need it dry in order to perform my best, let alone feel comfy sleeping in my boxers. Another snarl surfaces.
I stride over to my door and fling it open to see a boy sitting criss-cross applesauce on a blow up mattress located on the floor, a look of pure concentration visible on his child like face. In between his index finger and thumb was a small amount of water that he was staring at intensely. With further inspection, I saw that he was molding the fluid into little figurines. First, he created a guitar looking instrument. Then, he made a music note, I'm not all to sure what it was called because I was never all too familiar with the fundamentals of music, only that it was awesome to jam to. All I knew is it had two sticks connected to each other with knobby thingies at the end of each one. Next it's a pair of headphones. Each figure is consisted of impeccable detail that was impossible to miss. The boy had talent, I'll give him that. This still doesn't change the fact that he was a water user; that fact was not going to fly well with me.
Never before had I considered the plain liquid called water beautiful except maybe at a sunset when the sun seems to catch it on fire.
Fire , in my eyes, was where it was at. The way it flickered and danced, seducing one so easily by its comforting warmth. However, if you came too near, it would attack with ease, often-deadly outcomes. I thought that its' danger was just another part of its' unique beauty.
Although I preferred fire over anything, heat was a close second. Anything hot, really, seemed to draw me in like a moth to a light. When Vexen cooked I was never too far away, entranced by the sizzling pan or baking oven, despite how much I despised his company. Lava, I found, was marvelous as well. I encountered it once on a raid for in a tropical island called Kaua'i. I tried to control it but it had a mind of its' own, swooping all over the place like a snake, weaving here and there, ready to strike yet very whimsical. I gave myself third degree burns that day but it was worth it. Lexaeus had a nice long talk with me after treating my injuries about self-control and suicidal thoughts. I explained to him that I wasn't attempting to commit suicide, just trying to get a thrill. I certainly received what I hoped for. He, along with Xiggy and Zexy, told me I was crazy and made a suggestion to Superior that I shouldn't be aloud to visit any volcanic areas. With my dumb luck, of course, Superior agreed and I was banished from experiencing such an awesome thing ever again.
After the third shape he had made, I lost interest and coughed to get the attention I constantly starved for.
"Huh?" He shouted frantically, his eyes wide from shock and his once rock solid concentration shattered. The orb of water he so easily manipulated splashed on the front of his robe and darkened the already black material. "Ah, Fish sticks and tarter sauce!" he exclaimed and jumped up from the low-leveled mattress. I heard it slosh from the loss of pressure and twitched. He had water bed? Will my torture ever end?
"I already drained most of my strength making my buddies for the last two hours!" He whined, throwing his hands in the air. "Now I'll get sick." He slumped his head forward and sighed, whimpering slightly as he did. I snorted at his utterly pathetic behavior, and then remembered why I had come here.
"Yo, newbie! What makes you think you can stroll in my room and think about using water?" I demand, taking steps toward the kid. "I-i-i-I Uhhh." He said in super-speed. He sounded as if he was in freezing temperatures and was so cold that his teeth were chattering. If any one had the right to feel that way, it was I.
I did not mix well with any temperatures below seventy-five degrees and most definitely didn't appreciate the boy intruding my personal living space and making it moist and cool. I didn't have the patience at the moment to deal with the kid's rambling so I replied with a temperamental "Whatever. Just don't get on my nerves, got it memorized?"
With that said, I shuffled over to my drawer and pulled out my loose fitting pajama bottoms and a black wife beater, skipping on wearing just my boxers as I normally did because of my company. I made my way to the bathroom down the hall before mumbling "Get changed, I got some clothes you can wear in there." To the boy and departing the room.
In the restroom, I changed as quick as possible, although it was always a pain to remove the hooded robe that was uniform. After I was done, I took a good long look in the mirror, sizing myself up before brushing my teeth efficiently and running a hand through my messy red hair before heading back to the room. I knocked once before entering without waiting to be invited. Here, I saw the kid sitting on his little mattress, hugging a stuffed fish tightly. He was garbed in a pair of blue shorts and a long sleeve shirt. I raised an eyebrow, wondering where he had gotten those clothing and he shrugged before saying a nonchalant "I was wearing this under the robe."
I frowned but none-the-less plopped down on my red-sheeted mattress, my butt sinking into the plush foam until it was submersed completely. "What's yer name?" I question after a long moment of awkward silence. "Demyx." He beamed brightly, his eyes closed completely while he displayed his set of pearly whites. He was forced to tilt his head upwards thanks to the lack of elevation in his temporary waterbed. I noticed that his mattress was naked of normal casualties such as pillows and blankets, but he didn't complain as he lay his back against the material, the liquid inside making another splashing sound that unsettled me. He yawned loudly and stared at the ceiling of our room before saying, "You know, people are supposed to introduce themselves when they ask someone else's name."
He was right, but I wouldn't admit it. "People are also supposed to take consideration of how their actions might affect others but you didn't seem to care when you brought water in here." is my response. I realize that I am being a real asswhole but I don't really care, my foul mood the only thing to blame for my rude behavior.
He made a high-pitched groaning sound, seemingly interpreting a puppy. "What's the big deal anyways?" follows after the odd sound.
I lay back and face the ceiling as well now. "In case you weren't aware of it , this castle has no heating system. This isn't a problem for most sections as the sun heats it up at daylight and it lasts throughout the night. However, ours is underground and untouched by any of the sun's gracious rays. This means that it has no chance to heat up in the first place, making it unusually chilly. When you add water to the picture, it only gets worse; Cave like, almost. I wouldn't be surprised if a thin sheet of ice will be on the floor tomorrow. " I explain.
For some reason, Superior had assigned me the coldest part of the castle. I guess he assumed I could always warm myself. Which, I guess I could but then all my stuff would be scorched. "O-o-o-oh." Demyx replies simply. I lull my head to the side to see him shivering violently, almost appearing to be convulsing. A hearty sigh escapes my lips and I pat the seat next to me. "Come on." He gives me a thankful look and scurries over to my side of the room, tripping several times in his haste.
He curled up in a ball at the edge of my bed, sighing in content as he hugged his knees to his chest, his stuffed fish still in his clutch. After a few minutes, I guess he craved more warmth and burrowed under the brightly colored comforter, submerging himself completely under the blanket.
I roll my eyes and can't help but compare my new acquaintance with that of a puppy again. I've always wanted a pet so maybe having my own little doggie as a roommate wouldn't be too bad.
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For your information, I happen to love Xaldin, Vexen, and Saix…(I laughed so hard when Axel killed Vexen , actually.) I just needed to have a split of enemies and allies in the Orgy.
Also, I know that the note with two lines is an eighth note on a three fourths time signature, but I had to keep in character, and figured Axel wouldn't be the type to memorize that kind of stuff.