Disclaimer: This was fan-made by my sad, sad little brain. I do not own Kingdom Hearts or its lovely characters. I tried to buy Demyx for £1.50 but the seller closed shop and refused to sell. D;
Another little random series, [not AU this time! -gasp-] in which I basically bash Xion to pieces and experiment with crackish situations. Inspired by many people, including my best friend, who had the scary idea that happens towards the end of the chapter. But I won't say what it is cause it'll spoil it. xD
It can be intimidating at first. All the white. The chairs that go on forever and ever (except Vexen's) and the thirteen jet black figures pressed against this pure bleached backdrop, as visible as thirteen ebony rooks in a patch of marble snow.
They flashed Fourteen their most appealing smiles as she stood in the centre of it all, and she shuddered, for it was like having thirteen cheshire cats all leer at you at once, and she felt very much violated. Even by the woman. Especially by the woman. She was the scariest of all, you see.
"Organization XIII, this is Xion. Xion, this is Organization XIII," said Xemnas half-heartedly. He'd grown sick of individual introductions since he'd passed out from oxygen deprivation when Larxene had joined them. The others had found it quite hilarious and taken pictures, which they had fondly inserted into the Organization Family Scrapbook and they would reminisce on this time over a few drinks and some George Michael, occasionally.
Xion bowed in a Japanese fashion, and said, "I'm not worthy to be in your presence, you're all too good to me. But would you like to be friends?"
The room rumbled with "Hello"s and "Oh GOD"s and the rather common: "Kick her out NOW", before Xion, incapable of understanding her lack of emotions, burst into tears and fled the room.
"Anyone going to follow her?" Asked Luxord, after a pause, who liked to remind everyone else that he was an English Gentleman, despite having no intentions to carry out the suggestion himself.
"No, she's just doing it for the attention. Just ignore her," replied Marluxia, yawning and inspecting his hair for split-ends. Thankfully, there were none. "It's a female thing."
Larxene, for the record, did not reply. This was because she was pondering on whether having another girl around was a good thing or not, and this has captured her full attention. She decided on not, for Xion was bound to cut into her screen-time and would most definitely ruin her chances of being a heroine in the world of feminism, and there was no way in hell she was losing out on the award to Mulan, again.
"We'd better not be changing the name to Organization XIV or I'm going to have to smack a bitch," said Axel.
"No, of course not," said Xemnas crossly. "That wouldn't sound right."
There was a chorus of relieved sighs at this revelation. And then there was a stony silence.
"Roxas," said Saix at last. He crossed his legs. "Perhaps you should go and see if Xion is okay." Which can be translated as "Roxas, you are the weakest in rank, so I order you to go and stop the little bitch from crying or else I will stab you and turn your insides into a unique finger painting that will be shown in various contemporary art galleries throughout the nation".
Grumbling, the blonde created a portal of darkness from his seat and disappeared within it, ready to approach his certain doom.
He walked around the corridors, craning his neck at every nook and cranny, for at least half an hour, until he found his target curled up into a ball and sobbing into the black sleeves of her cloak, slumped against the wall of the library.
"Uh, hey Xion," he said, feeling more uncomfortable than should be really necessary, and he rubbed the back of his neck as he waited for her reply. The tearful wreck lifted her head from her knees, her face was all beautiful and natural, all tear-stained and snotty and blotchy like it was right then. "I'm Roxas."
"I-it's nice to meet you, Roxas," she murmured in reply, her throat tight.
"I'm sorry that everyone upset you like that," the blonde continued, feeling hopeful that he was making some sort of progress in the situation. "They can't help being cruel, you know, no hearts and all…"
"Uh huh," Xion sniffed, and stood up, brightening instantly. "It's okay. I deserve it anyway."
"I'm sure they'll grow to like you in time."
"Yes, they might, if I'm ever so lucky to obtain their valuable friendship," she smiled, and she was quite pretty, when she smiled, but then she was pretty every moment of her life. And smart. And creative. And athletic. And best friends forever with the entire world.
"Well, if you want someone to talk to, I'm always available," Roxas offered. "Well, except for when I'm on a mission or bath time or whatever."
"I'm glad!" She was positively beaming at this point, and she hugged her new blonde best friend extremely tightly, and then promptly fell over. Darn her clumsiness! Darn it to heck!
From her art studio, situated across from the Library that Shouldn't Be Spoken To, Namine watched the scene with complete disgust. And horror. And something that could have been heartbreak but really wasn't since she didn't have a heart in the first place.
That blue-haired-Kairi-wannabe-bitch was honing in on her man! Her cuddle-bunny-munchkin-Roxas! The object of her non-existent affections! Of which she would spend hours each day following him around so that she could draw countless sketches of him and pin them to her bedroom walls!
Throwing her Satan-red coloured pastel to the ground and crumpling it under her white ballet flat shoe; staring at this hussy who was falling all over Roxas and pretending it was an accident, (and laughing. Laughing!) and her jealously absorbing the blonde's warm reaction to the incident, the adorable little blonde girl had declared a sentiment of war.
Axel was most displeased. The meeting had been dissolved soon after Roxas had left them, and without his best friend slash toy boy around to keep him company he'd had to settle for watching Demyx and Xigbar play slaps for the last hour and a half, and he could feel his violence level raise several notches every time he heard an "OW!" or a "You-you pickle!", thus he was very close to eruption point.
The only uplifting aspect of the situation was watching the pair's anger and competitiveness grow larger and larger, until their faces, and hands, were painted red raw and their hits were becoming increasingly more spiteful. Demyx wasn't known to be violent, but slaps, Axel supposed, riled him up big time.
Luckily Roxas arrived at the scene before either Nobody could kill each other, and with his sweet, awkward attitude, dissuaded them to quit playing and to rest their raw hands in cooling water. Grinning, Axel fell to his knees and snuggled the teenage blonde's waist, nuzzling his bellybutton with his nose, and then, all of a sudden, there was this:
"Hey Axel, you remember Xion? (Get off.)"
With lidded eyes, the redhead turned and examined the new member archly, his lips curled into a sneer of disgust. "Charmed," he said, feeling snooty.
"It's awfully amazing to meet you," she said, blushing furiously.
"Since she's new here, and she doesn't really know anyone yet, I said it was cool if she just hung around with us for a while," Roxas explained. "Is that all right with you, Axel?"
Axel wanted to scream, to summon his chakrams, set Xigbar on fire and then fling them to the ground, and yell: "Fuck no!" But his pretty little Roxy was giving him that look, with his golden angel smile and his cute little blush and he felt so cheap for this ridiculous weakness but there was no way he could say no to it. And so he said, "I suppose, for a little while, she can come with us on occasions, but-"
"See, Xion? You needn't have been so nervous about me asking him, I told you he was nice."
"Oh, but when you said he was so over-the-top loyal and possessive, I didn't know what to think."
"Hey hey, hold it with a capital H," said Axel furiously. "Were you talking about me? To Xion? Who I hardly know?"
The blonde and, to Axel's utter fury, Xion, laughed lightly at his questions, which were so completely serious, and he said, "Now, Axel. There's no need to be so insecure. Don't worry about it. Now where's Demyx? I want to introduce Xion to him."
The redhead, who was now crouching on the ground and prodding the tile with his index finger, answered moodily: "You should know. You just sent him and Xigbar away to soothe their painful hands. But I see you're already throwing your old life and your old friends away and you don't give a damn what we do anymore, and you're happy to just bark orders and then forget the hell we existed because you're the key bearer and you're more special than us lowly minions and we have to eat spam for lunch while you get Chicago Town pizza and crepes and curly fries-"
"What're you saying, Axel? You're mumbling and I can't hear you," said Roxas.
"Nothing, your majesty."
"Well, okay then. Maybe you should go get some sleep, since you're all cranky and shit, and I'll go find Demyx. Come on Xion."
From what Roxas had learned that afternoon, was that Demyx had completely disappeared in the castle somewhere (or maybe he'd gone on a little trip, like a Harvest Moon character, and would be back later) and so the blonde decided that he'd wait for dinnertime to introduce Xion personally to everyone. In the meantime, he gave her an extensive tour of the castle, showed her her sleeping quarters, and rehearsed a series of rules and customs that were important to keep in mind when walking around or interacting with certain members.
And then, it was dinner time.
He steered her into the banquet hall, and it was already full of the Organization plus Naminé, who all turned to stare at her in a most intimidating way, before turning around again as if nothing had happened. Xion took the seat between Axel and Roxas, as the latter insisted that she needed to bond with his best friend slash sugar daddy in order to feel safe in the castle at all times.
Fortunately, Demyx was sitting directly opposite them, and was in the ideal place for introductions. He was munching blissfully on his cooked vegetables, however, and didn't take much notice of the little girl before him. Axel tried several unsuccessful attempts at communication to him, mouthing, "Don't respond to the evil monster." But Demyx had his eyes closed and therefore found it impossible to lip-read.
"Hey Dem!" Roxas said forcefully, shaking the sitarist's arm in a firm manner. Having miraculously gained the blonde's attention, he felt it appropriate to say: "This is Xion. Xion, this is Demyx. He's actually pretty nice."
"It's a magnificent privilege to be acquainted with you," Xion responded instantly, ever vigilant, like a sparrow hawk.
"Uh huh," Demyx licked his lips. "I saw you in the hall before, when you ran out crying, you know. Still, it's nice to be introduced in person. Zexy, you gonna eat that mushroom?"
"Uh uh."
"Merci," the blonde grinned gratefully, capturing the unwanted mushroom with his fork from Zexion's plate and popping it into his mouth. "Mmmmm."
"I didn't say you could have it."
"No, but you implied it, and that's all that counts."
"Oh, and this is Zexion," Roxas pointed out to his blue haired friend. Xion opened her mouth in an instant in order to gush out her usual combination of praise slash friendly greeting, but-
"Save it," the Schemer said abruptly, holding up a hand for closure. "I don't have the patience for a fake suck-up session just now."
"Uhh I'm sorry," Xion replied tearfully.
"Aw, someone's a grumpy sourpuss today," Demyx laughed, grabbing at Zexion's cheeks and squeezing them hard. And then he yelped, and the shorter nobody sat triumphant, having smashed the heel of his foot into Demyx's with a fair deal of force one and a half seconds prior to the screeching.
"I've been busy with something lately," Zexion explained, ignoring the pitiful whining that occupied his left ear. "And I haven't been getting much sleep, as I've been working very hard on it."
Axel snickered nastily into his pie.
"Wow-wee," said Demyx, who had recovered, and was busily indulging in his portion of the pie. "This is so damn good. What's in it Xaldin?"
The dark haired nobody looked over at the blonde with his twinkling twilight eyes, and for a moment, was distracted by the encompassing beauty of their newest member, resting his gaze on her for several moments, before replying: "Oh, fish."
It was then that the whole table twisted in their seats and stared at Demyx with a great deal of anticipation, for his reaction was sure to bring them trifles of amusement that would entertain them for several weeks at the least. He was a vegetarian, you see.
The display did not disappoint; his fork froze in midair, his face drained pale, his green eyes bugged a little, his bottom lip twitched, gaped open just slightly, and then the babbling: "f-f-f-f-FISH?!" He dropped the fork, covered his mouth in terror with his hand. Fish happened to be very rare in the World That Never Was and in the neighbouring supermarkets, and was seldom allowed in an average evening meal due to the outrageously high costs. Coincidentally, his fish, affectionately named Ariel, had mysteriously disappeared a few days ago.
"Well, that was completely worth it," said Larxene contentedly, settling back in her chair, as Demyx rushed out of the room to throw up. "And this pie Xaldin, oh my god. This pie, oh my god."
Xaldin nodded, solemn and smiling thinly with gratitude, yet he could not tear his gaze away from Fourteen. So petite and adorable and beautiful was she! She was just as pretty as Larxene, but twenty times as enchanting, with hardly no aggression whatsoever! Oh how his eyebrows fluttered when he thought of those bright blue eyes and that small angelic smile!
He leaned toward Lexaeus with reddened cheeks and a confused expression: "I think my eyebrows are in love," he said.
Lexaeus only nodded slowly in response.
The next morning Xion woke up, yawning and stretching in the white nightdress that she'd lent from Naminé (much to the blonde's irritation) and found a something that was white and blue with a bit of yellow, and streaked with red, lying on the floor by her feet.
This something happened to have feathers, and was of the duck variety, and wearing a sailor suit. A note was pinned down to the fabric by the red bowtie and she collected it curiously.
Blood is red,
and sharks are blue.
My eyebrows love you,
And I don't want to kill you.
Your secret admirer
At first, she blushed, squealed a little with girlish excitement and jumped around: Could it be him? Oh it must be him! He had such odd eyebrows, and he seemed rather violent in nature, and even a little shy, she was sure.
And then she looked down at the 'gift'. The duck was streaked with what was probably blood, it's neck bent at an indescribable angle, and its eyes, still open, were streaked with large black crosses. It was pretty much dead.
And that's when Xion screamed.
To be continued...
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