Authors:
Wilbur: Yes, there are two authors. Me (Wilbur) and Ed. We are both girls and we will not tell you our real names. So please don't ask. Here is our story and I hope you enjoy!
Ed: We worked hard on it. Though we are still not finished, we feel that it will turn out well.
Wilbur: Do you think we should stop talking and get to the story already?
Ed: Yeah, that would be a good idea. 8D
Disclaimer: We do not own Kingdom Hears or its characters.
Blue cliffs loomed overhead, contrasting with the orange sky above. A portal opened next to a large boulder, a cloaked figure stepping out before the void closed. He looked around a moment, pulling down the hood that shielded his face. Ocean green eyes peered around cautiously. "Hey, wait a second, this doesn't look like Olympus... " He muttered to himself. Demyx bit the side of his cheek. "Not at all." Looking up in awe at the huge, spindly castle that cast monstrous shadows below. "Still gives me the creeps." A slight shiver ran down the Melodious Nocturne's back.
Quietly, Demyx approached the beaten old castle that was perched on the remains of a town, equally crumbled and ancient, as was filled with the scent of darkness.
"Yo!" Demyx called up to the castle. "Is this Olympus?"
"Certainly not!" A flash of green behind him revealed the witch, Malificent. "So I suggest you deport hastily."
Whirling around, number nine let out a small cry of alarm, stumbling back a few steps. "Um, can you tell me where it is?"
"Aha, A member of the Organization." Malificent sneered with a cackle. "This is intolerable. Remove yourself from this world posthaste!"
"But I need to get to--"
"LEAVE!" Thrusting her staff towards Demyx, a plume of green smoke enveloped him as a wail of despair rang out through the cliffs. Standing in Demyx's place, a large watermelon sat, which the witch cast through a portal with a satisfied "Hmph. Good riddance."
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Meanwhile, walking through the halls of Castle Oblivion, looking for something to do, Marluxia's stomach growled. "Ugh, it's been doing this to me all day. I guess I need to eat something." He sighed as he turned a corner, heading for the large kitchen.
The door opened and Marluxia stepped through, clothed in the trademark coat that all Organization members wore. He headed towards the refrigerator to scan the contents.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a portal opened above the square counter in the middle of the room. Then, the portal disappeared, leaving a large watermelon.
"What the--" Marluxia raised a brow in confusion.
"Marly? Is that you? Hey! It's me, Demyx. Help, I can't see!" Demyx's voice filled the kitchen, seeming to be coming from the watermelon.
Astounded, Marluxia slowly approached the talking melon. "Could it be?" He muttered under his breath. "Finally! A talking plant! Now I can have conversations with my flowers without the other members calling me a weirdo!" Striking a victory pose, Marluxia let out a laugh.
"No! I'm Demyx! Number nine! The Melodious Nocturne! Flipper! DEMYX!!!" Frustratedly, the watermelon yelled.
"Demyx?" Marluxia prodded the fruit, turning it over. "Did you get turned into a fruit?"
"YES." The watermelon wailed.
"Who did this to you?" Marluxia picked up Demyx, holding him out in front of himself. "Did you wander over to that fellow Merlin's place again?"
"No, it was Malificent. I tried to ask her for directions to Olympus, but she did some funky voodoo stuff to me and BOOM!"
"You're a watermelon."
"Aw man! I love watermelon. The cannibalism rule hasn't been lifted yet, has it?"
A while back , when Saiix joined the organization, he had run around in his fits of anger and tried to eat some of the other members. Quickly, an anti-cannibalism rule was founded.
"Sadly, no."
"Phooey."
"But why are you worried about cannibalism when you're like this? Your don't even have a mouth anymore!"
"Oh no!"
"And you aren't on the vine, so you can't get anymore nourishment."
"Yikes! I'll get all moldy and start to rot! Marly, help me! What am I going to do?!"
At this time, Xigbar walked into the kitchen.
"Whoa, a talking fruit. Looks like you found a buddy to have conversations with. Careful, your daffodils might get jealous." Xigbar snickered, pulling out a box of crackers from the sizable pantry.
"No Xigbar, this is Demyx. he got turned into a watermelon by Malifacent."
Xigbar popped a cracker into his mouth and chewed slowly. Then, as if talking to a small child, said, "Marluxia, what did you take this time? I can handle talking flowers, but not Organization members as fruits."
"No, it's true. Xigbar, I am a watermelon." The watermelon sounded as if it wanted to cry.
Xigbar walked over to the counter where Marluxia was holding the watermelon. He narrowed his eyes and looked from the melon to Marluxia. "You're kidding." He muttered. "There has to be a button or a speakerbox here somewhere..."
Marluxia rolled his eyes and took the melon back from Xigbar. "No, there is no button and I'm not kidding. Ask it yourself!"
"I'm not an 'it'. I am Demyx, please believe me, Xiggy." The watermelon vibrated a bit in Marluxia's hands.
"Well slap me on the head and call me shorty, you've really done it this time, Demyx." Xigbar laughed and bit another cracker. "So, does this still make you a weirdo, Marly?" He asked, chewing.
"Chew with your mouth closed, number two. And no, it doesn't. In fact, talking to plants helps them grow better." Marluxia crossed his arms over his chest.
"But it's still weird." Xigbar grinned, pointing his half-bitten cracker at Marluxia.
Number eleven rolled his eyes.
"Do either of you know how to get me back?" Demyx nearly squeaked.
"If anyone does, Mr. Freeze does." Xigbar nodded, grabbing another cracker from the box.
"Oh no, I'm not going down there. He gives me the creeps." Marluxia shook his head.
"Then you stay up here, and I'll take Demyx, you panzy." Number two said, chewing again.
"You are incorrigible, Cyclops."
"Least I don't talk to flowers."
"Would you shut up about that?!" Marluxia shouted, pounding a fist on the counter, causing Demyx to start rolling.
"HELP!" Number nine wailed. Swiftly, Xigbar dove down and grabbed the watermelon before it splattered to the floor.
"Thanks, whoever that was." Demyx sighed, relieved.
"No problem. I just didn't want to clean up the floors, though." Xigbar said mildly.
"You're such a rude person, Xigbar. I should have been the one to save him. I would have had more feeling." Marluxia frowned at Xigbar.
Xigbar rolled his eyes. "Gaywad." He muttered under his breath.
Then suddenly, in a burst of flawless gusto, Zexion fluttered into the room and strutted over to the cabinet. At first he didn't see Xigbar and Marluxia standing there, but when he finally saw them, with a chocolate syrup bottle sticking out of his mouth and pink boxers, he stopped short and stared wide sea-blue eyes at the watermelon sitting on the counter.
"MMmm, I have been craving watermelon forever!" he tucked the syrup bottle under his arm and started towards the watermelon with hungry eyes and reaching hands.
"No! Saiix? Is that you? Don't eat me!" The watermelon wailed.
"No, Demyx, it's just Zexion." Marluxia went to another counter lining the kitchen to sit down.
"OK, Zexion, don't eat me! It's me, Demyx! I'm the watermelon."
"Why is Demyx a watermelon?" Zexion stopped short and stared at Xigbar.
"Hell if I know, ask Marly over there." Xigbar said, popping another cracker in his mouth.
"Apparently," Marluxia started before poking his tongue out at Xigbar, "Demyx wandered into Hollow Bastion by mistake. Malificent turned him into a watermelon, I suppose."
Xigbar's gaze dropped to Zexion. "Nice undies." He grinned, biting a cracker. Marluxia tried to contain a snicker.
"IT'S TURE, IT'S ALL TRUE!" Demyx wailed. You're a tricky little fellow, Zexy, do you know of any cures for spontaneous fruit-isms?"
Zexion chewed on the head of the syrup bottle thoughtfully. "Nope. Nothing for getting rid of Chronic Melon." He began walking out of the kitchen with the bottle in tow.
"Whoa!" Axel came in, but quickly turned around. "Get some pants on, Zex!" He lifted a hand to over his eyes, but parted his fingers so he could still see.
"Axel! Help me!!" The watermelon Squeaked, "I got turned into a fruit!"
"A Demmy fruit, huh? Wouldn't be the first time." Axel grinned and went over to raid the fridge.
Xigbar rolled his eyes. "Axel, no one wants to hear your personal fantasies. And stop trying to pretend you have a heart."
"Hey that hurts! That hurts right here," Axel pointed to where his non-existent heart should be.
Xigbar put a hand on his forehead and turned away from Axel while he watched Zexion start to walk out of the kitchen. "Whoa, Whoa, you're not going to at least help us?"
"Pssh, of course I am. I'm going to get superior so we can figure this out." Zexion yawned as he pulled the syrup bottle from his mouth for a moment.
"No! We can't tell Xemnas! He'll get on us and try to make us do something stupid to get Demmy the Fruitboy back." Marly ran after Zexion.
Xigbar sighed once more and slowly turned to Axel who was now pulling out a half-eaten dutch chocolate cake and the previous night's spaghetti fro the fridge. "I guess it's just you and me now Demyx."
"What should we do with 'im." Axel asked, dipping a finger in the frosting. "It'd be a waste to not take advantage of him while he's in such a vulnerable state." He grinned slyly.
"You wouldn't dare." Demyx objected gravely.
"Though he has a point." Xigbar snickered.
"Please don't!" Cried the watermelon.
"Of course not." Axel waved a hand at the fruit and licked the icing off his finger. "That's what Roxas is here for."
"What am I for?" Roxas stuck his head through the door, and armload of black laundry hugged to his chest.
"Nothing." Axel nearly sang.
With a suspecting look to his bright blue eyes, Roxas left slowly.
"Heh, Roxas is so cute when he's suspicious of me." Axel chuckled to himself as Xigbar pretended to gag himself with a finger.
"You don't even know what it's like to love, so stop acting like it." Xigbar grumbled and went over to pick up the Demyx-watermelon.
"Where-where are you taking me?" Demyx panicked.
"Yeah, where are you taking him, and can I get in on whatever you're going to do?" Axel smiled brightly.
"I'm taking him to my room so he'll be safe from being eaten. That's it. I'm not doing anything else until we can figure out a way to get him back."
"Oh, thank you Xigbar!" Demyx made a sound that sounded like it would be a sigh as Xigbar walked out of the room, dragging the watermelon behind him.
Axel stuck his tongue out at Xigbar as he left the room, then proceeded to lick the cake from the bowl before he moved onto the spaghetti.
Marluxia walked back into the kitchen, mumbling something under his breath. "That little sneak..." He forcibly opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of milk. "Manipulative..." Number eleven carried on, storming over to the pantry and seizing a box of cereal.
"What's got your goat?" Axel asked, slurping up a mouthful of spaghetti.
"Zexion told Vexen AND the superior." Marluxia grumbled, pouring some cornflakes into a bowl and dousing them with milk.
"What's so bad about that? Hell, Demyx is a friggen watermelon. They're bound to have found out sooner or later."
"That may be, but Vexen's going to be doing that creepy old lady cackle more than ever now, and Xemnas is acting like it's all my fault, even though he and I both know Demyx is the only one stupid enough to do such a thing in the first place, so it's his own fault for trespassing." Marluxia shoveled a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.
Axel shivered. "Creepy old buzzard. -slurp- You'd think he'd have attempted to kill us all and replace us with clones." He smirked, wiping sauce off his cheek.
"And his rants about 'respecting your elders' ..." Marluxia rolled his eyes, a faint high-pitched laugh rising fro the vent. "I doubt he was like this when he had a heart."
"You never know, those mad scientist types are nuts."
"That is very much true, but I wish he wouldn't be such a nuisance about it." Marluxia said while licking the spoon clean of milk.
"Would you stop that? It's unnerving to watch..." Axel shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He looked down at his spaghetti and dug his fork in it once again.
"Whatever do you mean? Stop what?" Marluxia sang, and gave Axel a thoroughly puzzled look, cleaning his spoon again after taking another bite of cereal.
Axel blushed. "That! That thing you're doing with the spoon. It's weird."
"Oh, I always do that, it's a habit of mine. I'll try not to, tough I can't imagine why it upsets you so much." Marluxia glanced sideways at Axel.
As Axel finished off the last of the spaghetti, he pushed his chair back and headed towards the sink. He threw the bowl into the sink after rinsing it a bit and started mumbling to himself.
"What are you saying?" Marluxia licked his spoon some more.
"I'm trying to figure out who does the dished this week." Axel tried to ignore Marluxia's strange spoon habit, without much success.
"Actually, I think it's the superior. Mmm, or Xigbar. I remember since Roxas was the last one to do them, I think." Marluxia rubbed the side of his cheek with the spoon, deep in thought. "Yep, it's the superior." He went back to his cereal ritual.
"Oh good, that leaves some time to ourselves and Demmy this week." Axel grinned mischievously.
Every week, each organization member has their own chores to do. To decide who does what, the chores go in alphabetical order to where each member is doing something different each week for thirteen weeks. Then, the cycle starts over again. For example, last week Roxas had dish-duty, and now he has laundry-duty. Now Xemnas has dish-duty, and next week he'll have laundry-duty. Some chores are less extreme than others, though. It's kind of hard to find thirteen different chores that need to be done every week.
Whenever Xemnas has dish-duty though, it's like the Organization XIII's unofficial holiday. For one day only because, for some unknown reason, Xemnas is extremely anal about the dishes. He becomes obsessed, and since there are so many people living in the same place, the dishes pile up. It usually takes Xemnas one whole day to do all of the dishes, and he doesn't like to be disturbed. Therefore, all of the Organization members get a day without hearing Xemnas's nagging.
Marluxia smirked. "And then some."
"What?" Axel's face went blank for a moment.
"Nothing." Marluxia said a little too quickly and scooped another mouthful of cereal.
"So, what first? No doubt Vexen's already toiling away at a remedy, unless he's too absorbed in his current project to care about a fellow organization member's crisis." Axel leaned back on his elbows against the counter.
Marluxia's tongue dragged along the back of the spoon. "We could approach Malifacent and get her to change him back."
Again, Axel squirmed. "Cut that out, Marly." He turned his head away.
A ping of realization came to number eleven. "Does it turn you on?" He grinned slyly.
"What the hell kind of question is that?!" Number eight snapped.
"One that deserves an honest answer." Marluxia ate the rest of his cereal and drank the milk from the bowl, a thin bead of the creamy white substance sliding down his cheek and neck.
"You're changing the subject!!" Axel almost growled. "We need to be concerned about Fruitboy!"
"I am concerned about Demmy-the-fruit. It's just I don't feel like having all my attention on one thing. Plus you keep telling me to stop without a pleasable explanation." Marluxia did not wipe the milk from his skin, but set the bowl down and studied Axel intently.
"Well, if it makes you 'pleased', then yeah, it does turn me on, but only a little!" Axel looked away, slightly blushing at the trail of milk left unnoticed by Marluxia.
Marluxia grinned and wiped the milk away, satisfied. "Alright, let's go chase after Xigbar and get Demmy back."
"Fine." Axel trailed behind Marluxia, still a little flustered, as he walked through the door into utter chaos.
Wilbur: Sorry to leave a cliffhanger, everyone. Ed and I just had a hard time figuring out were to leave the end of the chapter at. XD