(A/N: Hey all! I'm starting this off with a disclaimer. I gotta before I forget to! I own nothing except my insanity, Anchal and her family, and the duck named Aflac. Megan is a character from the mind of Yargy the Pirate Queen! I no own! That being said, sixth chapter up! Reviews trickling in, and I press on! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!)
We were giddy, absolutely loopy and delirious with happiness – we we're going home – where Cheetos, trash T.V. and the internet existed! Where Megan's hot neighbor walks around with his shirt off in the front yard! Droooool…off topic, I know – but if you saw this guy!
Needless to say that Yargy and I were a tad bit hyper that morning. I really don't know how Marluxia managed to deal. I mean, if he was me and I were him I woulda whipped out that pink scythe and sliced his head off already…but there in lies the difference between us. Marluxia has the patience of a saint, whereas I have enough to fill a thermos.
But it was a good thing Marluxia was there. If not for him, Axel would have charbroiled our temporary digs for sure. Demyx was a bit different. He just whipped out his sitar and played until he'd calmed down (he's really good by the way. y'wouldn't think that with him being so flaky)
And since we're on the topic of Axel, I have to tell you, he is out to get Aflac. I'm serious. No joke. He's already tried to deep fry my ducky-darling three times this morning. But Aflac has the devil's own luck it seems and is impossible to kill (ha ha! Aflac will live on in memory of Kenny!)
And then there's Xigbar and George – he tried t' smash'em with out breakfast tray! Can you believe that guy? Whatcha wanna bet George dropped Xiggy's Coolness Factor rating by twenty points? You don't mess with the perfect score! And I mean, it wasn't like the little guy was hurting anything. He was just kinda sitting there.
What is it with the Organization and trying to murdelize other people's pets? Honestly! I think that they're just jealous that our pets are waaaaay more stylish than their pets could ever hope to be! I mean really, Dusk Nobodies look so freaking retarded. And the way they move is oh-so reminiscent of Michael Jackson…brrrr.
But back to the topic at hand – home and us going there! Megan was so happy she was practically bouncing off the walls! Her family may not be as big as mine, but it's very close knit so she was wriggling like a puppy…not that I wasn't.
"What are you two so excited about?" Axel asked, looking at me with his almost abnormally green eyes.
"We're going home!" Megan grinned, answering the question for me.
"Only for a few minutes." Axel snorted.
"So? I'm excited!" She whooped.
Axel looked around the room as if asking it "why me?" Demyx and Axel than went over the game plan for a couple minutes. However, remember how I said my patience could fill a thermos? Well someone just knocked my thermos over and I quickly grabbed Demyx by the collar of his coat.
"Come on, D-man! Get that dark portal going!" I grinned excitedly, shaking him a bit.
"I will once you let me go! Yeesh!" He said trying to pry my fingers off. I unhinged my fingers from his coat and he smoothed out his jacket before summoning the portal.
"Ok. When we get there, take only-!" Marluxia started but…we kinda sorta interrupted.
"SQUEE!" Megan cried said jumping into the portal with my hands in the air.
"BANZAI!" I whooped, performing a cannonball into the vortex.
We're going home!! I'm pretty sure Yargy's parents have called out the National Guard or sent out an Amber Alert trying to find her by now. My parents may have called the International Alliance of Taxi Drivers and Seven Eleven Clerks to sweep the streets for me. I betcha thought I was gonna say Al Quaida! WE'RE NOTTERRORISTS DAMN IT!
We couldn't believe it! We we're home! The two of us basically fell out of the T.V. in my bedroom, landing in a happy heap on the ground.
I glanced excitedly around my room. All. My. STUFF! I was just so happy! Xaldin spiked the fruit juice this mornin' I tells ya! I heard the rippling of the T.V. that told me that Axel, Marluxia and Demyx were coming through…but I barely paid attention. They all climbed out gracefully, Demyx and Axel actually managing to stay standing.
"Pay attention when someone's talking to you." Axel said. Was he attempting to teach US manners? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! We really didn't pay attention. Where was everybody?
"Ok, as I was saying, take only what you nee - eh? Where are you going?" Marluxia asked, looking a tad miffed as we shot out of my room.
"T'see if my family's home!" I yelled over my shoulder leaping from the top of the stairs and landing at the base with a loud BMM. I grinned broadly as pleasant pain traveled up my calves, "Hee...I jumped."
The noise also drew Padma and Manu from the living room.
"FLUKE! Where in Vishnu's name have you been?" my very pregnant, very pissed older sister shouted at me, "Mother and Father have out of their minds with worry!"
Unlike me, Padma, Manu…well, all of my older siblings actually, speak with a rich, flowing accent that I admit I'm slightly jealous of (I only have a slight lilt that's barely noticable). They were born and raised for the most part in Agra, India…whereas I was born in India and raised in The States and only get to visit our relatives in Agra for two months during summer vacation.
"Megan, why doncha take the 'recruiters' to your house while I settle things over here?" I called up the stairs. I heard the telltale sounds of my window being opened meaning Yargy was on her way out (she never used the front door if she could help it)
"I cannot believe you would just run off with out a word to mother and father!" Padma said disapprovingly, "You know it's your responsibility as a well-adjusted female member of the Tilak family to always be respectful to your mother and fa-!"
"Well adjusted? I'm not well adjusted. I'm on Vicadin when I visit you." I snorted, folding my arms over my head. I knew what was coming next and prepped myself to duel it out in Hindi (it's my second language – so sue me.)
Padma proceeded to shriek at me that she could not believe I had become such a miscreant, that Vishnu must be crying at his mistake, that heaven forefend I ever have children – the classics.
I countered with the usuals – that at least I didn't have an arranged husband who cheated with his secretary, that at least I knew the meaning of the word fun and didn't have a stick shoved up my posterior and that I never planned on having kids anyway.
Manu had taken this opportunity to slip out of the room. He was always so passive – plus he didn't like fighting to begin with so…not that I blame him. It's not like I enjoy fighting with Padma. It's just…she just gets to me! Besides, I know it can't be good for the baby…but do I stop yelling insults in Hindi at my elder sister? Hellllllll no. I'm awful.
During the midst of all this, Megan had returned (yes, through the window again) and was peering at us over the lip of the stairs, Marluxia staring at Padma and me with a note of faint interest as we fought, in what must have been from his perspective, complete and total gibberish.
We only stopped fighting when the front door opened and my mom…well, our mom…dropped a load of groceries on the ground. I could tell from a look she was in shock at the level of depravity we were spouting in her mother language.
"Anchal! Padma! What on earth has gotten into you?" she cried, looking incredibly pissed (I didn't think my Mommy could get that mad), "Anchal, you have always had a bit of a wild streak, but Padma! My eldest daughter! To hear you spout such filth! To disgrace your mother tongue!"
Padma looked ready to cry! Now that REALLY couldn't have been good for the baby! Shifting from blinding rage to hysterics? Please be okay lil' fetus!
"And you! Where have you been?" she said, redirecting her attention to me now that Padma had taken off to the living room to cry on Manu (Sorry bro!) "And don't you dare feed me any more of those ridiculous lies about…illusory characters springing to life!"
I pouted. So goes the idea of telling the truth. Okay, go with option B) I proceeded to tell my seething Mommy that Megan and I had been at an orientation for a school funded trip abroad and that I'd be gone for a year or so…and that we we're leaving today (hey, it was off the cuff!…shut up!)
This of course shocked my mom…in a good way. I've never been academically inclined like my other sibling (Imma disappointment) so she and my dad supported me 100 anytime I showed anything remotely close to interest when it came to schooling.
She merely gave me a hug…that almost SUFFOCATED ME and told me to let her know when I was leaving. See? She wants to shove me off as fast as humanly possible! Sad, huh…but I can't say I blame her. I do draw her pride and joy Padma into pointless arguments, speaking of which, I'd better go apologize.
By the time I finished giving an apology that was good enough to calm Pissy Padma down, Manu needed a new shirt (she completely drenched his) and Axel looked ready to blow his top.
"WHAT TOOK YOU SO FREAKING LONG?" He cried, setting a magazine on my desk ablaze (I don't care; it's Lata's), "Even this psycho's parents didn't take this long!"
"They freaked huh?" I smirked knowingly, aiding Megan who had already begun tossing my things through the dark warpy vortex of reality warpiness.
"They thought I'd become a part of a prostitution ring and that these three were my pimps." Megan giggled, eyes dancing from the memory, "My dad even took it so far as to suggest Marluxia had raped me and that I was now preggers with his illegitimate baby!"
"HA!" I laughed, tossing my laptop and a book of DVD's through the portal, "That's a riot!"
"Her mom said I had a mullet! A MULLET!" Demyx cried, looking mortally offended, "It's not a mullet, it's a Mohawk! A MOHAWK! Howdyou mistake a mohawk for a mullet?"
"We know, Demyx we know." Marluxia sighed, as I tossed my overly loved baby blankey through the vortex (…whaaaaat?)
"Is that everything?" Axel asked snappishly, looking like he wanted to get out of here N-O-W.
"Almost. Just let me tell them goodbye alright?" I said, turning to leave my room, "After all, I don't know when I'm coming home again…if I'm coming home at all."
"Fine. But you should know that if Castle Oblivion falls, we'll be your homes as strong holds." Marluxia said matter-of-factly, drawing short laughs from Yargy and me.
"I hate to disappoint you, but my parents have a strict no guy policy." Megan grinned, leaning against the wall, "Of course, I'm pretty sure you figured that out by now."
"My religion doesn't allow me to bed under the same roof as an unrelated male…unless I'm considering them for marriage of course." I smirked, enjoying the looks on Demyx and Axel's faces (I know I kinda sorta staying in Castle Oblivion at the same time as them...but they don't need to know that, do they?)
"My patience is growing thin." Xemnas said bitterly.
"Well you're going to have to be for a time longer." A girl's voice replied. Well that would have to be Naminé as she is the only other girl present in the castle. (I don't count Larxene)
"How much longer? Kingdom Hearts can't wait forever." Xemnas ground out irritably.
"They need to awaken their powers first. Even then, we need to let their hearts grow stronger still. Give them time – it's only been a day." Naminé explained in an even tone, sketching on the pad before her as she spoke.
"And why, may I ask, are you being so serene?" Xemnas spat out petulantly, striding around the teenage Nobody tetchily.
"I suppose I simply have more self control than you do." Naminé replied, not lifting her eyes from the page in front of her even as Xemnas loosed a short snort of disbelief.
"I highly doubt that." He smirked, shaking his head, "If they can activate their powers with strong emotions, why have they not been able to awaken them? I have heard from various Organization members that they have more than enough emotion…as well as energy to spare."
"True…even though I haven't witnessed it myself first hand." Naminé said vaguely, adjusting herself in her seat, "Vexen told me that he believes they need to be in a life or death situation or…in a blinding rage."
"How do you propose we do that?" Xenmas asked, his interest having been piqued at the prospects of possibly getting to harm one or both of the girls.
"Simple, they need to be provoked." Naminé replied, eyes drifting over the paper.
"The others have told me that they only answer in sarcasm...something I myself can attest to," Xemnas tetchily recalling his first meeting with the now affectionately dubbed Mad Princesses.
Naminé was silent for a moment and all was heard was the sound of her pencil flying over the paper.
"Can't we simply hand them over to Saix?" Xemnas suggested in an almost pouting tone, "They would agitate him, he would go Berserk and then their powers would awaken."
"The Twilight Princesses would probably die before their powers awakened." Naminé said pointedly.
"…damn." Xemnas muttered irritably making Naminé smirk behind her sketchpad.
(A/N: Fun with Larxene, iPods and...dancing Ducks?...th' hell? R&R!)