It has come to my attention that, oh snap, it's been two years -TWO YEARS!- since I even dared look at this fanfiction. My writing! It sucked. Ahh.
But, you know what... it's got a lot of reviews, a lot of favorites. I'm going to add another chapter.
Talk about fashionably late... two years! I can't believe myself.
And I DID read all of your reviews, you guys. The comments made me chuckle, smile, and go 'ahhhaha.. I really should write this next chapter'. So I will. Here goes!
Approximately one hour later, the blue-haired Nobody was rather surprised -surprised? shocked, no, that was an emotion, wasn't it? he was just..caught off guard- due to the fact that everyone -count it, everyone!!- had shown up at Havoc's Divide. For some God-forsaken reason, every single one of the Nobodies that graced their halls -save for Xion... oh, lord, he was glad she was gone; who knows what she would have dared?!- was here, sitting around idly, chatting with each other, waiting.
Waiting.
"Holy shit, guys." Axel suddenly said, pausing in his conversation with Demyx as he saw that scarred man walk through the portal that had led him here. The handler of flame smirked, practically feeling every presence in the room stop at his words and turn to face whatever he was looking at. "Fangface actually showed up."
"I'm simply here to keep guard, watch over you children." Saïx so nicely spat towards the eighth member, who only scoffed and rested his elbow placidly atop Demyx's shoulder. The younger member's reaction to that was obviously "Ow, ow, OW-" and him trying to struggle away from the elbow that was jabbing into the crook of his neck and possibly attempting to kill him.
"Ten hundred munny that he's here because Xemnas is coming," came an accented whisper, and there was a deep chuckle that vibrated smoothly shortly after the bet was spoken. "Without a doubt," was the chuckler's low reply, and dark dreads swooped to the right as a specific Lancer tilted his head to meet a betting Gambler's gaze of knowing, of understanding.
That man had to be there for Xemnas. It was as if the enigmatic man was the sole reason that the Diviner was still around, anyway.
Without. A. Doubt.
Shortly afterwards conversation started again. Larxene kept blabbering to Vexen that, yes, she did take showers even if electricity didn't mix with water, and Vexen could have cared less. Marluxia sat not too far away, elbows on his crossed knees, his chin tucked in his palms and a smirk dancing on his face. Vexen's 'I'm not listening to you' expressions were just so amusing to watch.
Demyx had devastatingly and utterly failed at getting Axel to get his elbow off his shoulder, and was looking towards Xigbar with wide eyes, as if absolutely begging him to help. But, as Roxas noticed, Xigbar just stood there and rolled his eyes [although you could only see the visible one actually move], and even though there was a frown on his face from the current situation he did nothing.
Lexaeus and Zexion sat not too far from the others, staring at the group. Obviously they must have thought that this was pointless, a waste of precious time, and why in the world were they even here?
Speaking of time, her master was currently sprawled on the ground, just lying there in his habitat, relaxing. Atop Luxord's stomach was Xaldin's head, for he too, was on the ground with him, relaxing, waiting.
Waiting.
"Where is he?" Saïx spat yet again, and the Nobodies that so gracefully lay upon the ground shared that look once more. That look of understanding. They'd just won themselves ten hundred munny.
"Where is who, dear?" Larxene cooed, pulling back from her one-sided conversation to look over to Saïx with such a malicious gleam in her eye, that somewhere in Disney Castle, a bunny probably commited suicide.
There was a silence, and Axel was the one to break it with an obnoxious guffaw. "Damn, Saïx! Ten seconds upon you arriving and you already want to find- aww, shit, do you want to practice kissin' with him or something before the game sta-"
Demyx was free!
Axel was off of him now, and being forcefully slammed into a nearby wall! He was FREE! And with that realization dawning on him he dashed towards the Freeshooter, whose frown had turned upwards a bit into a smirk as the Nocturne desperately clung to his arm.
Everyone froze then, and it was as if time had stopped. But Luxord had nothing to do with it, he swore.
There were then choked out cries of "ROXAS, Roxas, BABY HELP ME-" but said keybearer stood there and chuckled lightly to himself. This was funny.
Then, another voice.
"Truth, or dare?"
Oh God, Saïx's mind snarled with all vicious intent, those three words. Whoever fucking said those three words, that are distracting me from mauling this piece of shit to the ground, WHOEVER SAID THAT, deserves a slow, painful-
He stopped thinking shortly after that once he turned around and actually saw who it was. His yellow, animal-like eyes grew wide and his breath caught in his throat, an odd, strangled choking sound escaping him.
All eyes -excluding Zexion, who felt that his book was much more interesting- soon followed in shifting to glance towards the main entrance of Havoc's Divide. Utterly appalled faces were soon visible upon every member as they realized Xemnas had waltzed in, bringing a little friend along, and he was speaking to her.
"HELL, NO." Marluxia was the first to speak, raising his hand -rose and all- and jabbing his arm towards the pair that entered the room. "SHE is NOT playing with-"
"Dare," the girl beside them giggled quietly, and on the other side of the room, Roxas whirled around and smiled widely, much to Axel's dismay.
"Naminé, I dare you to go sit on Roxas's lap for the remainder of this charade. And now we have started. Settle down in a circle, all of you." an elegant leather-coated hand was waved, and everyone -even the fighting duo!- scurried to sit in that playground-like circle. No one was questioning Xemnas, nuh uh, not right now.
Once he was seated, Saïx openly glared at Axel, who was just staring at Roxas with a broken look on his face. Whhyyyyy, his face seemed to scream, whhyyy must this be so cruel! Roxas didn't seem to mind, though. He merely smiled at Naminé, who smiled back, and turned to look at Xemnas. Xemnas sat down by the two young Nobodies which in turn, made him sit across from the Diviner. The Diviner inwardly cursed this seating arrangement and felt his ears grow hot.
Damn it.
"Quite an entrance, my Superior," Marluxia's purr soon arose, the statement rolling out with smooth, honey-coated words. The blonde beside him, Vexen, rolled his eyes pathetically. Suck-up, his mind murmured with some form of forgotten hatred. Complete, idiotic suck-up.
"Shut it, Lily." Xigbar's voice was the one that now appeared, "We all know Xemnas already has a secret loooooverrrrrrrr."
Demyx snorted beside the Freeshooter and covered his mouth in an attempt to push back the giggles. Saïx glared, wondering what sound the Freeshooter and Nocturne made when their heads were bashed in with twenty-five hundred pounds per square inch of force.
And, apparently, they made a hollow noise.
"OW, fuck, Xemnas!" Xigbar then yelled as the silver-haired Nobody's hand swept forward and smacked II's and IX's heads with a thunderous boom. "What the HELL?!"
"That HURT!!" Demyx bawled, and ducked, burying his head into Xigbar's shoulder lest he be hit again. Thatandhereallywantedtodothisandthiswastheperfecttime!
"We start now," Xemnas murmured, and he cast a murderous glance towards all of them. Damn it, this was a stupid idea, but he was here, wasn't he? He had to go through with this now.
His eyes settled on Saïx's and, to his surprise, the other dared not look back. He turned away and- were his ears- they were- were they turning red?
"Roxas!" came Naminé's carefee call as she tilted her head back to look at her makeshift chair. The mustard-haired Nobody [MMMM, Axel thought, it looks like mustard and my hair's ketchup.. OH BABY!] only chuckled and tilted his head. "Yeah?"
"Since I was picked last, I have to ask someone something. So I ask you. Truth or dare?"
Roxas was quiet for a while. He didn't want to do anything brash... but.. if he chose truth, fuck, they'd imagine him as some coward. And that was Demyx's job, damn it.
"Dare," he murmured, and he got his dare all-too quickly. It was like she'd been fucking planning it.
"Go kiss Demyx!" Naminé gleefully said.
Two green eyes and one golden one widened.
Oh fuck no.
..aha.. left you with a cliffhanger. I'll post again in two years!
Haha, no, not this time. I'll try harder to finish this, truly. Promise, you guys. Promise. Looking back at the reviews, favorites, alerts, REALLY pushed me forward to write this -short- chapter. So please keep doing so!
And guys. I want to hear more dares, truths! Outrageous, crazy stuff! Lemme hear 'em! :D